Chapter 947 (2/2)

His voice came buzzing from the jar: ”look, I'm going to put it in!”

”Boring!” people shook their heads and laughed. Everyone is a practitioner. Who is frightened by this trick? After a cursory inspection, the people didn't mean to avenge the people of the tribe. It was just a spell. They found out the whereabouts of the people in front from the smell of some valuable items of the tribe, determined the direction, and rushed there.

At this time, someone saw that the previous jumper was still wearing the jar. He couldn't help laughing and said, ”are you going to wear it all the time?”

The old Taoist priest, bhikkhu, strong man and others who walked in front heard the speech and quickly looked back. A man with a jar on his head stood behind them and didn't answer. As soon as the old Taoist priest's face changed, he couldn't help scolding: ”don't get close! He's no longer a person!”

Buddha bhikkhu's face was startled and angry. He picked up the Buddha beads and kept reading the Buddha's name in his mouth.

”Yin Qi is so heavy, I'm afraid it's the filth that led to the massacre of this tribe! I tell you not to die... Dare to move around with a little magic power. It's really our world? In ancient times, ghosts knew how many dangerous ghosts there were. Don't forget... The hell is still there!” the old Taoist scolded.

But Chen ang warned, ”the underground is still there. How can such ghosts come out in broad daylight? Is there an accident in the underground?”

”The elder thinks too much!” the strong man can still say with a smile: ”we don't know what the ancient underground is, so we don't want people to miss two ghosts occasionally?”

Someone couldn't help splitting out a palm thunder to test. The thunder light easily broke the pottery pot and exposed the head inside. I saw that the man's head had disappeared. Now what is worn on his neck is the head contained in the newly broken pottery pot.

When they looked at the place where the head was, where was the broken pottery pot? But there is a complete pottery pot. People don't have to see who's head is in it.

The old Taoist roared, ”heaven and earth are limitless, heaven and earth borrow the law!” the iron dust in his hand soared, and the silver wire swept away, patting on the ghost. Countless thunder lights intertwined into thousands of small silver snakes, which was about to turn the ghost into fly ash. The head flew up and turned into a ferocious and terrible strange bird with two ears as wings, allowing the body to be refined by thunder.

The old Taoist scolded, ”Jenny is a turtle son. If you hadn't hurt me, my baby brushed the dust in the golden wind and killed God thunder. I would have fallen to this point?”

Chen ang warned loudly, ”be careful, that's Gu Diao!”

The head turned into a fierce bird Gu Eagle screamed, and a group of passers-by covered their ears to resist the sharp cry. After the sound passed, everyone was unharmed. The strong man sneered: ”with your three legged cat ability, it's OK to harm ordinary people, and want to harm us...”

Before he finished speaking, his face began to turn white, because he saw that the row of more than 30 pottery pots had begun to crack because of the cry of Gu Diao, and the things inside were ready to move. The walkers looked at the ghost deeply, and just killed one of them. Weighing the pieces, they found that even if the Qingchen old Taoist, the top three of their mana, shot, It's just that Gu Diao can draw.

If you join hands with the Buddha bhikkhu, you may be able to eliminate the Gu carving after a hard battle. There are absolutely no more than ten people who can help here, but there are more than 30 cans that can turn into Gu carving demons.

We can use primary school mathematics to calculate and analyze a general idea. Therefore, the old scholar first reacted and fled for his life. Others followed, including Chen ang.

Some people flew into the air and looked back. They saw that the strange birds and monsters turned by countless heads had been chased into the air. In that tribe, several dead Populus euphratica took out their roots, wrapped in their roots, and several dry bodies were struggling. There were ghosts flying by the river and white dogs running on the ground. In a breath, this small tribe by the river turned into ghosts.

In the shadow of ghosts, an indescribable vision of existence remained in his last memory.

”Brahma!”

The old Taoist heard a cry of fear behind him. He looked back and saw a passer-by who ran away in the wind and turned into a ferocious ghost in mid air!