Burning Incense In Prison: Mistaken For A Fortune Teller

Zhao Yi immediately killed him and blew out a stream of air-conditioning.

The cold air quickly condensed in mid-air, turning into dozens or hundreds of sharp ice spikes, exuding a crushing cold air, as if even the surrounding air would freeze, shining with blue-white light under the moonlight!

With a deeper understanding of the Underworld Emperor's Art, a breath of cold air instantly condenses hundreds of ice spikes, which is much more powerful than the Dark Web Killer Magician.

The new leader of Ming Soul Soul Sect was shocked. His ability to blow air into ice spikes was really powerful. The black robe he was wearing was made of paper. He quickly pulled it off from his body and turned it into a huge mouth full of teeth. He wanted to blow those ice spikes. Swallowed them all.

The huge mouth was instantly stabbed into a sieve, and fell to the ground in tatters.

Zhao Wuji and others also saw clearly the true face under the black robe. It turned out to be a brown paper man with extremely fine facial features, almost lifelike. However, it was precisely because of its too lifelike appearance that it made people feel Creepy!

The expression of the previous leader of the Soul Capture Sect was stiff, cruelty and madness flashed in Youguang's eyes. He took out ten green-brown mini paper figures, silently recited a few obscure spells, and then threw them towards Zhao Yi.

The ten mini paper figures grew in the wind, as if they were given life, and turned into ten tall monsters!

Each demon is wearing bronze armor, shining with a cold light. They are all over three meters tall, as if they are made of huge rocks. They reveal a strong evil spirit from top to bottom. They are holding a variety of weapons, and some hold a battle ax high. , some brandished their swords, while others held their shields tightly, approaching Zhao Yi and others step by step.

"Ning Qian, you have done all the bad things!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes were cracked, he recognized the ten demons, looked up to the sky and roared!

Every demon needs the soul of a martial artist, including Zhongcheng and Dacheng. The leader among them is a Martial King. They are all members of the Night Watch of Dongshan Province. They participated in the encirclement and suppression of the Soul Capture Sect with Zhao Wuji decades ago and sacrificed their lives. Unexpectedly, his soul would not be able to rest in peace after death, and he would be transformed into an iron-blooded demon!

"Jiejiejie...Jiejiejie."

"Kill them!"

Ning Qian's laughter was weird because he was a paper man: "I've been waiting for the red-clothed ghost for more than a hundred years, so of course I can't make any omissions. And if you break the earth-binding spirit formation, that jade purification bottle must not have any omissions." If you lose, you will all die today!”

"Ten demons cost me decades of knowledge. The paper used is thousands of times more expensive than gold. The raw material is the iron-blooded ancient tree, the soul-suppressing sect's treasure. It must be watered with the blood of ten people every day. The surface layer The bark is invulnerable to invulnerability and indestructible to fire, making it the most precious material.”

"They also used various kinds of ores, soaked them in ground liquid, and then used them to form an iron-blooded demon. It is even more tyrannical than the original body before he was alive!"

"The only regret is that it can only be used once, and only at the most critical moment. Otherwise, with ten iron-blooded demons, I could sweep through most of the South Ridge and make the Soul-Destroying Sect one of the first-class sects!"

The ten iron-blooded demons were his masterpiece over the past decades. Today, he used them and proudly showed them off to everyone.

He didn't want to use it either, but he had no choice.

The threat Zhao Yi posed to him was too big, and the Jade Purifying Ping was the treasure of the first generation leader of the Soul-Calling Sect, even more important than the red-clothed ghost. He could only use the cards at the bottom of the box to not give them a chance to come back. .

Zhao Wuji was so angry that his heart dropped to the bottom of his heart again.

An iron-blooded demon made from a Martial King and nine martial arts masters. If he were in peak condition, he would still have the strength to fight. Now Zhao Yi is alone, but looking at Feng Yue who is still full of fighting spirit, I don't understand how he can deal with Zhao Yi. Yi is so confident.

Only those who have seen Zhao Yi do it know how strong he is.

Feng Yue firmly believes that Zhao Yi has practiced both martial arts and martial arts, and has become a martial king and a real person. Unless the martial saint or earth master takes action, no one can be his opponent!

The earth master is a state above the real person. His attainments in magic are unparalleled. It is also the highest achievement in the magic line. He can already mobilize mountains, rivers and mountains for his own use. He can almost shake the world and reverse the whole world!

Zhao Yi looked at the ten burly figures who came to kill him, and let the armored puppet fight against the Martial King-level iron-blooded demon.

It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, it's good to sharpen yourself through battles!

Then looking at the other nine demons, Zhao Yi sneered: "You can show off the tatters you've made over the past few decades even though you're a small skill, and I'm going to let you see Zhong Kui subjugate demons today!"

Using two fingers to make a sketch in the void, a five or six meter tall Zhong Kui with an iron face and a beard quickly turned into reality. His face was majestic and resolute, with a deep evil spirit between his brows, and his burly muscles were like hills, with nine demons in them. They all look so small in front of me!

He has heard the story of Zhong Kui since he was a child. Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty fell ill in his palace in Lishan. One day and night he dreamed that he had a great appearance. He claimed to be Zhong Kui who specialized in eating evil spirits. Although it was a made-up character, today he had a feeling in his heart and sketched it out!

Zhao Wuji and others were shocked. They knew that Zhao Yi was worshiping the Xian family, but they didn't expect that it was Zhong Kui who was worshiping him!

Zhong Kui is not a fictional character in myths and legends. I have never heard of any precedent for worshiping gods!

Only Feng Yue looked horrified. He had seen Zhao Yi's hand enshrining the Immortal Family, which was completely different from the one in front of Zhong Kui: "Could it be that he enshrined...two Immortal Family?"

Zhong Kui, who had turned into reality, went on a killing spree, stretched out his arm that was thicker than a tree, and grabbed an iron-blooded demon. No matter how much he struggled, it was to no avail. He then put the demon into his mouth and chewed it.

"Crack...Crack."

The crisp sound spread far away, and the invulnerable iron-blooded demon was shattered. Red blood flowed from the corners of its mouth, and the eyes of the ten people around it almost popped out.

After eating one iron-blooded monster, Zhong Kui was still not satisfied. He turned around and took out two more with both hands and put them into his mouth. He swallowed them all within a few seconds, and then stared at the other living iron-blooded monsters.

The instigator Ning Qian's heart was trembling. He couldn't believe everything he saw. Looking at the Martial King-level iron-blooded demon, even though he was overwhelming the armored puppet, he was still entangled, especially the sword with a fierce aura. The demon has a great restraint effect, and it is difficult to win within a minute.

He was really panicked, so he took out another charming stack of paper, blew on it and turned into a horse, then rode on it to escape from Langzhong Town.

Yu Jing Ping and the red ghost are definitely doomed, and now they just want to save this paper man.

How could Zhao Yi let him do what he wanted? His footsteps almost shrunk to an inch, breaking the speed of sound in an instant, and he clamped the previous leader of the Soul Capturing Sect, Ning Qian, in his hands: "When I get back, I will make a little piglet and stuff your soul into it."

Then he looked to the northwest, and a red shadow suddenly appeared, heading this way.

The Ghost Bride, who had devoured all the dead souls, heard the sound of fighting here and was attracted over.