The edge of the stone platform.

Zhang Jiao was surrounded by yin qi, he looked at the boiling oil in front of him, and the yin qi behind him suddenly turned into a ghostly gray-white big hand, and went directly into the hot oil. It's just that the big hand that this yin qi has turned into has not really touched the boiling oil, and the heat emitted from the oil pot has already turned this wisp of yin qi into nothingness.

As if feeling the stimulation of yin qi, the hot oil in the oil pot seemed to be poured with a spoonful of cold water, and it boiled instantly.

One after another, turbid yellow oil bubbles continued to float on the hot oil, dense and innumerable.

Zhang Jiao looked at the boiling hot oil in front of him, and said secretly in his heart.

"It's a problem. ”

With the continuous symbiosis with the powerful ghosts in his body, he has become more and more aware of his abilities.

If you ask him to deal with a living thing, he can do it in dozens of different ways, but if you let him deal with a dead thing, such as the pot of boiling oil in front of him, then he will really be completely blind.

He can still exert influence on ordinary dead things with the help of the ghost thing's ability to control things, but in the face of the boiling oil in front of him, which has a great restraining effect on yin qi, he is really like a mouse gnawing on a turtle, and he has no way to put his mouth down.

Looking at the boiling oil pot in front of him, Zhang Jiao also fell into deep thought, thinking about what to do to catch the key to Zhenghuan in the middle of the boiling oil.

The gurgling sound in the oil pot became louder and louder, and countless oil bubbles burst one after another.

It turned out that someone was accidentally splashed by the oil star, and he was covering his cheeks and howling miserably at the moment.

Zhang Jiao looked up.

Through the wounded's hand covering his cheek, he could clearly see that most of his face had turned into a scalded ulcer, and he was already disfigured when he saw it.

These sputtered oil stars are like hot asphalt, which is difficult to remove when touched. The unlucky guy was suffering at the moment, the skin on his cheeks had been melted by the hot oil, and the pink muscles under the skin were turning charcoal black at a very fast speed under the corrosion of the turbid yellow oil star, and there was a faint smell of burning.

Everyone looked around at the hot oil that was constantly splashing around, and they were full of vigilance, carefully dodging, only two people didn't care, and they didn't have time to care about this.

To be precise, it should be a half-human, after all, the kappa head now only has a head left, and most of his body is gone.

It was flying in the air at the moment, its long purple hair flying out of thin air, and its dense blood-colored eyes were full of crazy killing intent. The chains that bind to the head rattled.

The kappa head didn't care about the splashing oil star, and only the old man who killed him in his eyes was alive.

Like a wild dog, it has a large mouth that is cracked to the heel of its teeth, and on its canine-like canine teeth, it is constantly dripping with blood.

The kappa bit the old man like a madman, and every time the corners of his mouth opened and closed, there would be a palpitating collision sound. Obviously, it has hated the old man to the extreme, to the point where it will kill him regardless of it.

The old man wanted to cry without tears, and he kept tossing and turning on this stone platform of less than 100 square meters, avoiding the attacks of the oil star and the kappa head, while secretly scolding himself for being stupid.

Just now, in order to establish a threat in front of everyone, he didn't directly kill the kappa, but only broke his spell.

I thought that he would drown directly in the Yin River, but I didn't expect that this dead remnant also practiced the evil art of flying head descending, which made him turn over and cause a lot of trouble to himself.

This ghost thing is really difficult, and it deserves to be one of the most famous evil arts in Nanyang.

Flying quickly, his teeth are sharp, and he is not afraid of most left-path spells.

In a hurry, he really didn't have much to do with it.

The old man dodged into the crowd, while constantly throwing yellow talismans in his hands, and at the same time shouted at everyone.

"Fellow Daoists, this flying head barbarian is an extremely vicious head-lowering technique on the Nanyang side, everyone will follow me together, destroy him first, or then there will be endless trouble!"

The old man shouted uneasily and kindly to the crowd of onlookers, and was about to lead the flying head down to the crowd to squeeze into the crowd, so as to buy him some respite.

It's just that all the people present are human spirits, who are willing to prevent disasters for him for no reason, they all dodge away from the cold eyes, and several of them are even surrounded by mana, implicitly admonishing.

As long as the old man dares to make a move to "lead the blame and harm others", then don't blame them for falling into the ground.

The old man naturally saw it clearly, and when his eyes rolled, he forcibly stopped the act of attracting the monster, and in distress, he grabbed a handful of black beans full of runes with cinnabar from his pocket, and threw them towards the oncoming flying head.

"I entered the door to search, and the Talisman Protector followed.

A handful of demon-slaying beans rose and fell to the ground weighing a thousand gold. ”

The beans that flew out changed in response to the sound and turned into fist-sized heavenly soldiers.

These heavenly soldiers and generals are like miniature puppets, they sit on armored jujube red horses, wear bright light armor, hold bows and halberds, and have a few small flags on their backs.

At this moment, they were under the leadership of the leader, lined up in a compact triangular formation, and rushed towards the flying heads chasing after them.

The old man took the opportunity to get out and came to the edge of the stone platform to look at the small brass snake shuttling in the boiling oil, thinking about how to catch it.

Behind him, the heavenly soldiers and generals who sprinkled beans into soldiers and villains quickly fought together, and for a while, you fought back and forth, and there was a stalemate.

The old man in front touched the goatee on his chin and thought for a while, and then he moved.

He tugged at his waist, and the cloth belt tied around his waist appeared in his hand.

The old man looked at it carefully, and after shaking it casually to make sure that there was no problem, he directly cut his wrist and clenched his left hand into a fist

Bright red blood trickled down the palm of his hand, and soon stained the cloth belt he was carrying red.

Immediately after doing this, he pulled out a piece of yellow paper, lit it with a flicker, covered the burning ashes of the yellow paper over the bleeding wound, and then took out the pen and ink paper from the diagonal pocket, and began to draw and fold it.

Zhang Jiao, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, looked at the situation on the stone platform, and suddenly a trick came to his heart.

"If you can't solve the problem yourself, why not find someone who can?"

His expression moved, and he suddenly looked up at the flying head man behind the old man who was fighting with the mini heavenly soldiers, and his eyes immediately filled with a bloody color, extinction, silence, elimination, death and other ominous blood words began to rotate in his pupils.

Ahead, the clouds and mist flew on the body of the mini heavenly soldier and heavenly general in mid-air, and suddenly a touch of blood was reflected, and countless ominous handwriting loomed in it.

The heavenly soldiers, who were originally on par with the flying head brute, were like drunk, and they began to shake their steps, and they couldn't stand still.

The flying head will not let go of this opportunity, it suddenly grew its mouth, and the large intestine hanging below the neck shook like an animal's tail, and it quickly rushed into the heavenly soldiers and generals, and between the stretching of the large intestine, a long series of villains were firmly tied to it.

The flying head flew upside down, and suddenly bit on his large intestine, like eating spicy hot, he took off this group of heavenly soldiers and generals and chewed it vigorously.

Crackling, like a sound like fried beans, kept ringing in its mouth, and then went straight to the old man in front.

The old man who was painting immediately felt that something was wrong, and he instinctively rolled around, dodging the flying head coming from behind, and turned his head to look.

"My bean soldiers!!"

It's just that he didn't have time to feel distressed, and the flying head attacked again, and the old man was tumbling, how could he care about anything else, until a cold voice came.

"It's better for us to cooperate, you take the key, I'll help you resist this flying head, and then everyone will open the lock together, what do you think?"

The old man hurriedly looked at Zhang Jiao, who appeared not far from him, and agreed without thinking about it.

"Good. ”

After Zhang Jiao heard that he agreed, the figure of the pen fairy suddenly appeared in his low eyes, and he waved the huge brush in his hand and wrote four blood-colored characters.

By this oath.

After the words were completed, the blood was magnificent, and then disappeared with the figure of the pen fairy.

Zhang Jiao's body was immediately filled with countless gray and white breath, and the figure was already in front of the old man in a flash, his mouth opened slightly, as if he slowly and quickly spit out a mouthful of gray-white breath like a mist, and the whole figure disappeared in front of the old man's eyes, and disappeared with the flying head man.

His ghost can't affect dead things, but it's still good to affect flying heads who are also evil things.

The old man looked at the one and a half people who disappeared in front of him, and subconsciously breathed a long sigh of relief, and after scanning Zhang Jiao's disappearance for a few minutes, he immediately turned over and stood up to continue the unfinished work, he had already noticed that someone else had begun to try to get the key from the oil pot, and a lot of time had passed.

Thanks to the little ghost who kept gnawing on the incense candles, the incense candles in the center of the stone platform had burned nearly one-fifth, and it would be really bad to drag it down.

Just as the old man was concentrating on the painting, on the other side of the stone platform, the dry monk by the river suddenly took off his clothes, revealing his naked body.

Ignoring the gazes of those around him, he sat cross-legged on the stone platform, folded his hands and respectfully placed a red-gold Arhat on top of his head, reverently reciting the sutra.

Luohan's golden body gradually melted in the old monk's chanting, and drops of gold liquid continued to flow from the top of his head and flow all over his body.

The monk's originally dry body gradually plumped up after the gold liquid flowed, and in just half a cup of tea, the old monk who was over seventy years old and about to enter the earth became a bronze man with dragon spirits, muscles, and golden light.

With the casual movement of his arms, there was a sound of gold and iron.

The bronze man looked at the boiling oil in front of him, and roared in a low voice, My Buddha is compassionate, and then stepped out and jumped directly into the boiling hot oil.

Everyone on the stone platform looked at the golden monk who was catching fish with his bare hands in the boiling oil, and they were all dumbfounded.

Is this oil pot fake?

A guy who didn't believe his eyes wiped his eyes, and subconsciously took off a leather shoe from his foot and went in.

I saw that as soon as the shoes were put into the pot, in less than a second, a mass of black slag mixed with the smell of burnt leather swayed and sank.

Everyone looked at the black scum that was slowly sinking to the bottom, and then looked at the monk who was becoming more and more golden in the oil pot, all of them were silent, and they extinguished the bold ideas that had just come to mind.

Otherwise, try it yourself.

Here, with the last stroke of the old man on the paper figure completed.

On the snow-white paper, a boy wearing a red belly, with two sky-high mustaches on his head, and a pink jade makeup sitting on a lotus flower, seemed to jump out in the next second.

The old man immediately took out three incense sticks and lit them, raised them high above his head, and bowed respectfully.

"Ordinary man Li Zhimao, respectfully invite the third prince of Lotus to come to Fanchen. ”