The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

"Ahhh, you all have to die!"

After the hair grew long, it suddenly covered Director Cai's head, and then a pale woman's face appeared inside.

"Old Cai, I'm sorry!"

However, Awei didn't listen to its terrifying words at all, he directly raised his hand, and slapped Director Cai on the head.

boom!

A martial artist in the alchemy realm can open mountains and crack rocks with one palm, and with one slap, a head will naturally be broken into countless pieces.

Seeing Ah Wei's palm killing his companions together, both Zhao Zhiruo and Zhang Daudao paused for a moment.

If they were possessed, they would be the ones who died.

However, it seems that no one has a second choice other than to do so.

Chapter 132

rustling!

Before they could think about it, there was a rustling sound on the ground.

The hair lying on the ground crawled and rushed towards Uncle Jiu.

"Damn it! Stop it!"

The three of them knew without thinking that the purpose of this hair was to prevent Uncle Jiu from being resurrected.

So they all reached out to grab these hairs despite their fear.

However, the hair on the ground seems to be growing continuously, once a stubble is pulled, another stubble will immediately grow back.

Not only that, but the hair curled towards their hands.

After a while, several people's bodies were covered with hair.

"Assimilate!"

The face of the previous woman emerged from the hair that crawled onto them. She stared at them with resentment, her voice was cold and sharp.

Not only that, but her hair turned into two hands, pinching the necks of several people.

The mighty strength of the warriors could not be displayed at all now, and the three of them were like ordinary people. They were strangled by the water ghost, and their faces became paler and paler.

Pfft!

The three lost their strength and fell to the ground.

"Damn it, are we going to die like this?"

Zhao Zhiruo desperately wanted to struggle, but what she got in return was that her consciousness became more and more blurred.

She was not reconciled, and she was planted here like this.

"that is……"

When her consciousness was blurred, Zhao Zhiruo suddenly saw several white shadows floating towards Uncle Jiu's body, and then slowly merged into them.

In the white shadow, Zhao Zhiruo seemed to see Uncle Jiu.

"Almost...almost Uncle Nine will be resurrected!"

Zhao Zhiruo once again had a strong desire to survive.

She knew that now might be the critical moment for Jiushu's resurrection.

She wanted to use the flying sword, but with her current strength, she could only make the flying sword move slightly, but couldn't fly at all.

And those hairs were already close to Uncle Jiu's "corpse".

"Woc, isn't it, is there no way to help Uncle Jiu and the others?"

"The people from Xixiang City should contact them and ask Uncle Jiu's brothers to rush in and save them."

"I've contacted them a long time ago, but other people can't get in at all. Now Uncle Jiu and the others can only rely on themselves!"

"Damn it, the three of them have been fucked, and that ghost is right in front of Uncle Jiu!"

A group of netizens in the barrage were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

Although none of them were part of the situation, after paying attention to this matter for so long, they all felt that they were there, and the situation of everyone involved in the incident touched their hearts.

But no matter how anxious they were, the water ghost had already approached Uncle Jiu.

"Well...there are three life-saving merits in total, it seems that one has to be wasted now!"

Lin Mo was also watching the live broadcast behind the scenes. When he saw this scene, he secretly sighed.

In order to protect Uncle Nine, he used part of his merits of being a good person in the tenth world to fabricate life-protecting merits that can immunize against death.

But having the life-protecting merit does not mean that he will not die, it just gives Uncle Jiu a chance to be resurrected.

If you are killed again when you are resurrected, this opportunity will be wasted.

"Hmm... wait, it seems that there is still time!"

Lin Mo originally thought that Uncle Jiu was too late to be resurrected, but after he watched the live broadcast seriously, his expression changed suddenly.