The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

"Wait, smoke, smell!"

"I see, Uncle Nine, Zhang Bold is implying that we use smoke instead of incense to summon the gods to descend to earth!"

Zhao Zhiruo's little head turned quickly, and she immediately guessed what Zhang Bold meant.

Seeing that she finally understood, Zhang Boldly nodded and fell into a coma again.

"Use cigarettes instead of incense? I don't know if the gods in the sky like to smoke this cigarette!"

Jiu Shu sighed.

But he didn't delay any longer.

He immediately opened the box of cigars, and then lit the cigars with magic.

Immediately afterwards, Uncle Jiu inserted the cigarette into the pile of rice.

After inserting the incense sticks, Uncle Jiu began to write the edict in blood again.

Now that there is no cinnabar, Uncle Jiu can only rely on consuming his own blood.

In addition to writing the edict, Uncle Jiu also asked Zhao Zhiruo to arrange the offerings.

After completing these steps, Uncle Jiu pinched his French fingers.

"Disciple Lin Jiu has encountered a catastrophe today. In order to inherit the great gift, I specially ask the gods of the immortal class to help me!"

Uncle Jiu prayed first, and then began to chant the mantra silently.

The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, worship the immortals, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and gods...

Disciple Maoshan Linjiu, tonight, with three pillars of fragrance, turned into hundreds of millions of fragrant clouds, and colorful auspicious clouds, calling on the Nine Heavens Xuannv Empress, Supreme Immortal Master Beidou Xingjun...

All the heavenly and Taoist masters, the immortals and Buddhas are holy, and they come here to sit on the auspicious clouds.

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Boom boom boom!

The roar at the door became louder, and the zombies were about to rush in.

Zhang Bold, who was sitting on the ground, was also in critical condition, and he began to groan in pain.

Not only that, Zhao Zhiruo also noticed the fangs growing slowly at the corner of his mouth.

If this continues, he will turn into a zombie.

"Uncle Nine..."

Zhao Zhiruo looked at Uncle Jiu, but Uncle Jiu didn't answer her, but continued to recite the mantra silently.

Whoohoo!

At this moment, a gust of wind swept in.

Chapter 65

The wind wasn't too strong, but Zhao Zhiruo felt that she was about to lose her standing.

"Uncle Jiu, what's going on?"

Zhao Zhiruo hugged a cabinet next to her, and she felt as if there was a ball of rotating gas in the room.

If she couldn't stand still, she would have to be sucked in by the air mass.

"Hah!"

Before Uncle Jiu could answer Zhao Zhiruo, she heard a satisfied sigh.

At the same time, the number of cigars and cigars inserted in the rice piles to replace incense has been greatly reduced.

"This is... smoking?!"

Zhao Zhiruo was a little confused.

She probably guessed what the wind was.

It's just that she didn't expect that gods can also smoke.

And this fairy seems to enjoy smoking.

[This god...is an old smoker]

[I'm going to learn from Uncle Jiu and ask God later]

[Didn't you listen to Uncle Jiu? The god invited may be an evil god. If you are not afraid of death, follow suit.]

"Shangshen, the giant spirit of Tiangong, Lin Jiu, a disciple of Maoshan, is besieged by demons today, I implore the gods to help me out!"

Uncle Jiu looked at the empty room and begged.

It's just that the gas cloud didn't move at all, and was still smoking a cigar.

Zhang Bold had stopped moaning and struggling at this moment, and Zhao Zhiruo could clearly see corpse spots starting to appear on his body.