The scene reversed again, and on the other side of the hill, three big men in robes suddenly stood up, and the two on the left and right began to chant long incantations, and the middle one raised a strange black prayer flag. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In the impression of respecting Qianchuan, the prayer flag is commonly known as the wind horse flag, which is roughly divided into five kinds: white, yellow, red, green, and blue, each corresponding to kindness, benevolence, fierceness, peace and wit. And this inexplicable blackness, I don't know why?

The beasts all over the place had been slaughtered by the eight-armed lama in an instant, and the rest were preparing to flee in all directions with their stumps. A cloud of black mist on the prayer flags quickly condensed and formed, and from a distance, the mantle looked like a lion with teeth and claws. This huge fog beast, looking up to the sky and stretching its neck, actually let out a substantial roar. When the beasts on the run heard this, their bodies were shocked, they turned around, and faced the purple-robed lama again, their eyes once again converged with madness, and they launched a sacrificial assault.

The fastest was still the black mist beast. It came first, at a distance of nearly 100 meters, and the volley was empty, and it came in an instant. The lama's upper body felt robe was all hanging below the belt, and his whole body was glowing with purple light, his palms were folded in the front, and the three empty hands in the back pinched different fingers, and the two hands holding the pestle struck each other, making a piercing sound, and the last hand holding the horn of the hole bone was folded from the back of the neck to the front, and the first sound was sounded—

This little trumpet is made from the shin bone of a human thigh, and the ends are inlaid with silver carved decorative parts, which is ornate and eerie. But the voice is flat and harsh, and there is no sense of melodious pleasure. The group of beasts that rushed in the center of the ring staggered in unison, but they did not stop. The fog beast that swooped down from the air bore the brunt of the attack and was blocked. It was hit head-on by this heavy sound wave, and its already solidified body swung backwards, and countless wisps of black smoke flew against the wind, and it suddenly faded a lot.

The beasts had shrunk and began to jump at an accelerated pace before the attack, and the mist beasts regrouped and fell down again. The lama's three fingers changed at the same time, the Yue and the pestle exchanged blows again, and the bone trumpet blew a second sound—

With the lama as the center, the purple light skyrocketed, as if it exploded silently, and one by one the thorns pierced into the bodies of the surrounding beasts, making a high-temperature scorching sound, and the smell of burnt paste suddenly floated out. The light is too dense to dodge. None of the beasts slipped through the net, and all of them were hit. They didn't die immediately, they just lay on the ground and moaned weakly, their eyes fading into madness and dimming.

The black mist beast in the air was not spared, its body was huge, and the purple thorns that were penetrated were the most, and with a snort, the black mist completely turned purple-black, and the purple was greater than the black, overpowering its true color. It seemed stunned for a moment, and floated back into the sky in confusion, turning to look at the three men who were carrying the banner in the distance. The robed man among them was also very puzzled, and desperately urged the prayer flags, but to no avail. The misty beast seemed to suddenly understand something, and let out a long and terrible howl, rolling in the thick fog, and ran towards the robed man—

The men on both sides didn't know why, and hurriedly repeated the long incantation, trying to change the mist beast's abnormal movement. It's a pity that it's useless! The fog beast swooped forward in an instant, passing through its body in front of the three of them, and the residual fog was left on the three of them, lingering, blazing and scorching. The three of them all struggled in pain, watching their flesh and skin gradually rot away, and their good skin went to perdition.

The man in the robe among them, knowing that the general situation was gone, brazenly plunged the long rod of the prayer flag into his throat and stabbed it downward! The entire prayer flag was soaked in blood spurting out, and he could not bear it anymore and burst open. It seemed to be pulled by the qi machine, and the corpses of the beasts in front of and behind the purple-robed lama detonated together, and the flesh and blood droplets flew sideways. The lama knew that the other party had launched the blood sacrifice forbidden method when he was dying, and he was quite jealous. The incident happened suddenly, there was nowhere to hide, so he instinctively raised an arm in front of his chest, pulled up the corner of the felt robe and covered his head, and quickly crouched!

The fierce chain of corpse explosions hit his flesh in turns, and the robe was full of holes like a sieve. From a distance, it was just a clump of broken felt, lying motionless on the ground.

Finally, the blood rain subsided, and the four fields were silent, only the wind blowing through the mountains. The members of the shovel team got up tremblingly and looked around, "God, all of them are dead!" After waiting for a while, Jing Qianchuan got up and slowly walked towards the pile of felt.

In normal times, when encountering such an unknown power, life and death are unknown, Jing Qianchuan will never take a step closer. At the moment, there was a great temptation, and just now he could see clearly that this lama held at least three high-level magic weapons, each of which was coveted.

Unveiling a corner, revealing the human body underneath, the two finally saw the lama's face clearly. The man had black hair, his eyes were closed, and his face was like ashes. A fatless sauce-colored face, the bridge of the nose is very firm, revealing incomparable stubbornness. Looking at the age of forty, he is also forty years old, but this tendon and seven arms are as strong as the demons and arhats. Jing Qianchuan felt that something was wrong, and counted it again. True, only seven arms remained. The arm that was exposed just now and pressed the robe had completely disappeared in the corpse explosion, and strangely, there was not much blood flowing out of the remaining stubble, and the translucent muscle fibers could be seen trying to intertwine back and forth, rushing to repair the fracture. God, he's alive!

Jing Qianchuan subconsciously took a step back, and the lama suddenly opened his eyes and looked directly at the two of them. There was a faint purple light flowing around his body, as if he was about to attack. Jing Qianchuan, as always, at the critical juncture, IQ exploded, and Bi Gong Bi respectfully bowed his hand, "Scatter people in the downstream to respect Qianchuan." Passing through here, I was amazed to see the power of my master. If you don't give up, you are willing to drive. I will be smeared with liver and brain, and I will never give up!"

The lama's eagle eyes swept over the two of them, and then glanced sideways at the arm he had wasted. When he finally spoke, he actually said Chinese: "Very good! Now there is a chance to resign, I don't know if you quit or not?" Jing Qianchuan hesitated and said, "Please make it clear to the master, as long as I can ...... it."

"Yes, of course. You see, I am known as the eight-armed god king, and now I have destroyed an arm, if I don't repair it as soon as possible. The exercises are bound to be greatly reduced, and in the future, they can only be called the Seven-Armed God King, which is not good. I command you to give your arm as a tribute at once. The benefits are not small. Would you like to?"

Jing Qianchuan never expected this condition to be so tragic, and he wanted to escape, but he was not completely sure. With a horizontal heart, he pulled out a sharp fan bone from his arms and stretched out an arm—the team member listened, turned over and grabbed his arm, "Right deacon, I can't help it! If you have a good one, Master Jing Tian will have to skin me alive!" Jing Qianchuan was very moved, "Thank you." By the way, what's your name?" These grassroots team members followed him all day long, but he never bothered to remember everyone's name. When the group heard the right deacon express his concern so rarely, he also shed a tear, "Villain Shan Zhong, I've been with you for six years......" "Okay! I will remember your faithfulness. Jing Qianchuan grabbed Shan Zhong's arm and slammed it into his arms, fanning his bones like electricity, and pulled this arm down with his shoulders!

Regardless of the pain, he immediately offered his hands with both hands, "God King, please smile!" The eight-armed God King didn't expect him to be so decisive, and his heart was also shocked. After looking at it carefully, he replied coldly, "What I lack is a right arm, and the reverse can't be done-" Jing Qianchuan realized that he had made a mistake and turned around to find Shan Zhong, the kid had already urinated, and he was covered in blood and struggling to escape. was caught by Jing Qianchuan, "Shan Zhong Ah Shan Zhong, a good beginning must be a good end." I won't take your life, I'll use my arms for the time being!" said this slowly, and the fan bone in his hand was also finely cut, for fear that cutting one less piece would make the God King dissatisfied. The other living right arm finally won the approval of the eight-armed god king, and he took the broken cut that was aligned with his shoulder, and gathered the purple light around his body in this place, and those tendon fibers almost repaired and connected the entire arm in the cheers. The bent arm pinched a finger and used it freely. There are no significant drawbacks other than being slender and fairer than the other seven. The Eight-Armed God King is satisfied!

It's urgent, and there's nothing to fault about. From the conversation between the two, he heard the relationship between master and servant. couldn't help but praise it, "It's common for a house slave to dedicate himself to his master." What's more, you're just a young man, with a decisive style of killing, and you are very fond of my spleen and stomach. As I have already said, it will give you great benefits. Now that you've completed your mission, I won't break the contract. In this way, if you enter my door, I don't dislike you for being a lowly Song person. In this troubled world, I will give you a bright road. How?"

Jing Qianchuan did not hesitate to pounce on this turnaround, "Take orders under you." In the laughter of the eight-armed god king, the Shan Zhong on the ground, who had lost too much blood, had already lost his breath. It's just that a pair of eyes are still wide, looking up at the sky, full of incomprehension and sadness.

Under Jing Qianchuan's careful service, the eight-armed god king got into the carriage and ordered him to drive back to Chengdu. Jing Qianchuan changed from a master to a groom, and he didn't seem to complain at all, and obeyed the order and hurried east. He cautiously asked, "Where did those three men come from, and why did they drive so many fierce beasts to fight?" the eight-armed god king said, "You Song people may not have heard of the name of the Qinghai Beast King. This beast king has three brothers, and he is the one you saw. Their family's inherited beast talent can be used not only in the flesh of living beasts, but also in the dead beasts and undead. This spirit art is unusual and is quite taboo in many places. Recently, I have cultivated the eight-arm exercise to the fourth level, and I can control four weapons at the same time. So he tracked down the three brothers, hoping to exchange them for their prayer flags of the dead. I didn't expect these stingy ghosts to avoid me all the time. It wasn't until today that I chased it here, and I couldn't escape, so I was willing to give it a go. Alas, why bother? Not to mention losing his life in vain, he also blew up the prayer flag. It's a sin!" "Oh, what did you want to exchange for their artifact?" "Well, haven't thought about it yet. It's a big deal, like you, to accept them into my door, and it will be enough to glorify the ancestors. Why, haven't you heard of the title of this Living Buddha?" Jing Qianchuan shuddered, and said in his heart, this cheap master is really a cow. He is a god-king and a living Buddha. Just taking the identity of an apprentice and wanting to rob other people's ancestral natal weapons is too domineering! What is a big hooligan, this is.