dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Amidst a burst of obscene laughter, the old alchemist was completely immersed in the beautiful fantasy of Li Jiao.

Even his left hand, which was crippled by the curse, was temporarily forgotten.

After a long time, Li Jinlong's screams brought him back to reality.

The old Fang Shiman glanced at Li Jinlong in disgust, and cursed.

"Trash, patriarch, didn't I just tear off one of your ears? What are you doing!"

"If the eyeballs fall out, they can grow back for you without melting the bones. Of course, the ears are no problem!"

Speaking of this, the old alchemist was taken aback for a moment, and then his face showed ecstasy.

"Hahaha, Patriarch, I suddenly thought of something."

"Since your kid can regenerate a broken limb, wouldn't the flesh and blood of my close relatives that I need for alchemy be inexhaustible and inexhaustible?!"

"Little waste, little waste, you are much more useful than your good-for-nothing father, hahahaha!"

Li Jinlong, who was in severe pain, stopped howling when he heard such frenzied words, and was completely frightened.

He could already vaguely predict what kind of inhuman torture he would experience in the days to come.

The old alchemist didn't care about Li Jinlong's thoughts, he laughed maniacally for a while and then stopped suddenly.

His face instantly became vicious.

He gently stroked his left hand, which had been tightly wrapped in white cloth, and said in a hateful voice.

"It seems that the enemy is not as simple as a horse fairy!"

"How could a group of beastly creatures cast the curse of witchcraft!"

"No, no, patriarch, I want to check the details of the other party myself."

Speaking of this, the old alchemist suddenly thought of the gray sixth who was played by him hundreds of years ago.

"Hey hey, I don't know how this beast is doing now."

"It's just right now to find him and ask him to help me find out the details of the Chou family."

"Then drive this bastard to bring a group of little bastards from his family to work for me!"

The old alchemist laughed wildly while talking.

"Hahahaha, of course I won't let him help in vain."

"After the matter is completed, the other half of the basic Daoist book... the other half of the other half will be paid to him!"

Just do what you say, the old alchemist stopped suddenly just as he was about to get out of the cave.

He turned his head and said to Li Jinlong sadly. .seven

"Little trash, don't even think about running away when I'm not here, Patriarch."

"Don't forget you are my seed!"

"Unless you are drawn by blood, unless you are dead, I can easily find you out even if you hide in the ends of the earth!"

"If you don't believe me, you can try it, but the consequences of being found by my ancestor..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Amidst a burst of wild laughter, the old alchemist walked away against the wind without touching his feet.

His clothes were fluttering while walking, if you don't look at what he did, he really looks like a fairy.

In the small courtyard, the evil Rakshasa was stunned when he saw the collision of spells and the bleeding from the corner of the deaf mother's injured mouth.

Then immediately understand:

I was almost plotted by the enemy in front of me, and it was the "old god" who drove me to help me to resolve the crisis.

Thinking that I am also a "ghost" with a background, and this background looks no worse than that scary old woman, and may even be more powerful!

The Rakshasa ghost became arrogant again.

"Damn old woman, you dare to plot against my old lady?!"

"Could you be punished by the old god?! Hahahaha!"

"If you plot against me, I will torture this little bastard of yours!"

After the evil Rakshasa finished speaking, he slapped Wuxin on the back again.

Just as the little monk Wuxin was about to scream, he met Hua Jiunan's heartbroken eyes.

Namo Amitabha.

The little monk can't make his brother worry too much, otherwise he will be sad.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wuxin turned the painful cry that came to her lips into softly reciting "Quotations from Gu Zunsu".

"Han Shan asked She De: 'How do you deal with people who slander me, bully me, humiliate me, laugh at me, belittle me, hate me, scold me, or lie to me?'"

"Willing: "'You can only tolerate him, let him, avoid him, endure him, respect him, ignore him, stay for a few more years and you will see him...'"

Such good words from great monks are incompatible with the evil of Rakshasa ghosts.

To her ears, it was like thunder and thunder.It caused the Rakshasa ghost to have a splitting headache, and his heart completely collapsed.

"Hurry up and shut up, little bastard!"

"You hypocritical bastards, sooner or later my mother will kill you all!"

Speaking of this, the evil Rakshasa looked at Hua Jiunan, the only one who had hurt her, with hatred.

"especially you!"

"Hua Jiu is difficult, right? Sooner or later, my old lady will swallow you alive and extract your soul!"

As soon as the Raksha ghost finished speaking, Xiao Wuxin's chanting stopped abruptly.

In the originally warm night, a biting wind suddenly blew up.

The originally high silver moon disappeared, and a blood moon hung in the sky.

Under the bloody moon, a Buddha of Tears floating tens of meters high, seems to be pitying the world, but also seems to be lamenting...

Before the evil Rakshasa had time to think about it, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move!

Wuxin, who was originally held hostage in her arms, turned into another young monk at some point.

The monk wore a blood-red bronze mask on his face.

Under the mask, two eyes with dancing will-o'-the-wisps stared at him inhumanly.

"Jie Jie Jie, Namo Amitabha Buddha!"

"What did you just say, female benefactor? Please say it again, I didn't hear clearly when I came later!"