dead child, ghost carrying coffin

"Damn it, are you so overbearing?!" Chen stared at him in disbelief.

"But, but it's not good to prevent the couple from being reunited..."

God Meng Po ignored the disaster, but slowly got up and said goodbye to everyone.

"Manzhu (flower demon) and Shahua (leaf demon) have been with me for nearly ten thousand years after all, I'd better go and persuade me personally."

"There is a dilemma in the world, alas..."

(For the story of Bianhua, please refer to Chapter 920 of this book: Son of Manzhushahua)

Yan Bi stretched out his hand, and the Sansheng Stone immediately moved away from the heroic ghost Xin Lianshan, and flew into the palm of the Great God Meng Po.

From a distance, it looks like her old man is holding a miniature rockery.

"Let's leave now, everyone, we will meet later."

Everyone didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly bowed to Po Meng's back to salute.

"I'm waiting to send you off to the Great God."

Only Chen looked at Haogui with dead fish eyes.

"Big head Xin, don't you go with your mother-in-law?"

"If her old man doesn't need you, you should serve the bald brother quickly!"

Hearing the words, Haogui felt a little tired, and at the same time thought to himself: If God Po Meng hadn't let him stay in the small courtyard, who would want to "play" with you!

After all, when there is no danger, the major general is the greatest danger...

Before Xin Lianshan could start talking nonsense, Hui Jiaxian got up and filled Hua Jiu with tea.

"Mr. Xiao, what happened when you were in the southern country? Why did you come back in such a hurry?"

The one who answered Hui Jiaxian was the always fast-talking Chen Dage.

"Oh my mother, Sixth Brother Hui, this is a matter of children without mothers—it's a long story!"

"Didn't we fight with Butterfly and old Japanese women at that time, and then Xin's big head disappeared..."

Hao Gui kept curling his lips when he heard the words.

"I didn't just call it quits, but I was picked up by Mr. Chen and slipped to 'Sauercaiyin''s house!"

"I was helping Chen Yuanwai to fight with his old man, and let the major general slip away with a groan..."

Chen Daji felt a little embarrassed when he heard the words, and scratched his head repeatedly with a smirk.

"Hey, didn't we think you were slacking off at that time..."

It turned out that after Chen Dage answered the phone call of "No. [-] Dad in the World", he continued to fight Zhang Shangdeng one-on-one.

And the heroic ghost Xin Lianshan met Jiuju's first-class "Hengguan" Miyamoto.

(The following content follows Chapter 1373 of this book: If you have milk, you are a mother, and if you see shit, you will bark.)

Although Zhang Shangdeng was carefully taught by Wucai Taoist and painstakingly practiced Maoshan's spells, he still couldn't beat Chen.

There's no way, any one that this guy throws at random is a magic weapon, plus the whole body of cheats, anyone who faces it will have a headache.

Just as Zhang Shangdeng was about to open his mouth to chant a mantra, the little fascist raised his hand and fired ten consecutive shots.

After hastily dodging, the disaster himself had already brought the big summer sparrow to kill him.

"Master Ji, I cut your eggs!"

Seeing this, Zhang Shangdeng was startled and angry, and hurriedly drove his talisman soldiers to resist.

Fubing, one of the unique Taoist methods of the Maoshan School, folds the talisman and injects mana in advance.

When you are fighting, throw it out and it can be turned into a "rune soldier".

Similar to the low-profile version of "Sad Beans and Soldiers" or "Mourners (white paper figures)" of Zhazhi Yimen.

It's a pity that the talisman soldier was immediately trapped by the bubbles spit out by the bubble crab before it took shape, and flew into the sky flickeringly.

It means that it will never stop without flying out of the "ozone layer".

After one after another of "accidents", Zhang Shangdeng was finally in a hurry.

He only had time to evade the vitals a little, before someone Chen cut a big gash on the base of his thigh.

In the words of harming myself: It's only an inch away!

Seeing his descendants in danger, how could Taoist Wucai continue to stand by and watch.

While staring at Hua Jiunan cautiously, he wanted to help.

But how could Hua Jiunan do what he wished, quickly wrote the three characters "Thunder, Huo, Ji" on the palm of his left hand, and then shot them in the air towards the colorful Taoist.

It is the thunder in the palm of the Taoist master.

Palm Lightning is not a bad spell, on the contrary, only Taoists can use it.

"Tao Fa Hui Yuan? Volume 120" says:

Zhang Xinlei, using five curses to draw five names in the qi talisman in the cut and survey, but the name of the slave of Kadong, the curse of Mu Lang, and the book is rubbed on the left hand.

Only then did I feel that the sky was moving, so I patted it and drank it.In front of the incense burner with sleeves and books, it is especially wonderful to strike with orders.

In real life, if there is a deceitful charlatan who brags to readers and adults that he can hold thunder in the palm of his hand, then you bet him.

He can strike you with lightning from a distance, and you can fight back with your big mouth at close quarters.

The author guarantees that you will have to pay the medical bills...

Seeing a thunderbolt coming towards him, Taoist Wucai dare not neglect.

Immediately took off the multicolored Taoist robe he was wearing and threw it into the air, while exclaiming in his mouth.

"Boy surnamed Hua, how long has it been since this happened, and you are already the 'Deputy Hierarch'?!"

Seeing that the other party "underestimated" his little teacher so much, the usually honest and gracious elder couldn't help but yell at him.

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly, okay?!"

"What deputy leader, our little gentleman is already the leader!"