I’m a Witch In Dongying

　　 One does not do it, the other is endless.

Before Bai Shuiqiu took his elbow back, he let go of the other hand holding Snow Walk, and while handing the handle of the knife forward to the palm of the hand, another fist slammed forward. !

　　嘭——

　　 This punch is a veritable inch punch.

Because when Bai Shuiqiu sent a fist, the distance between the fist face and Xie Xiu's chest and abdomen was only two or three inches, but under the impetus of spiritual power and internal energy, the explosive power of this punch was extremely amazing, almost A bit tougher than a normal puppet doll, he directly bowed Xie Xiu's body into dried shrimps, staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground with another mouthful of blood coming out of his mouth. .

"That's it?"

　　 Bai Shuiqiu had already clenched Xuexue tightly again, and pointed the tip of the knife forward.

　　 She was a little worried.

After all, this evil cultivator stabbed himself just now, and produced a large piece of rune covering his whole body. At first glance, he wanted to enlarge his posture. And these evil cultivators often have some special cards. Close to your body, no matter what time you should not underestimate it.

　　 So, even if he cut off one of this guy's arm in advance, Bai Shuiqiu still didn't dare to take it lightly, for fear that this guy would suddenly use some tricks.

　　 But now it seems...

　　 The performance of this guy is vain.

　　 Except for the momentum of rushing over and biting suddenly, Bai Shuiqiu was slightly taken aback. The subsequent attack was basically easily resolved by her. After a few fists and elbows, this guy directly beat back.

　　 Compared to...

　　 hasn't even the dog **** that I met in the Baidiwan tunnel, and the oppressive feeling brought to her is strong.

　　 "Cough...cough cough..."

　　 In the case of severe injuries one after another, Xie Xiu seemed to have lost his fighting ability. After a few steps, he sat down on the ground, creaked in his throat, but was unable to speak for a long time.

　　 The black runes all over his body seem to have some healing effects.

　　 But because the injury suffered by this guy is too serious, this healing effect can only be said to be better than nothing. Even, because the throat has been smashed, Xie Xiu worked hard several times, but his voice still seemed unclear: "Ha, ha ha... my role has been... achieved, it's too late...

　　The psychic ritual of the leader has already started. No matter how powerful you are, you will not be able to withstand a single blow in front of that adult... Don't worry, you will die here soon..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu paid little attention to the next words.

　　 Her gaze has turned to the back of Xie Xiu.

　　 The door to the room where this guy came out just now is still open.

A strand of black air is wafting in this room. When Xie Xiu came out of it, the black air seemed a little thin, but now it is thick enough to be like liquid, filling every inch of the room. Full. Against this slightly weird background, an inexplicable breath is slowly condensing and rising.

　　 rustle, rustle...

　　 The sound of fine footsteps sounded.

　　 Suddenly, a hand appeared at the door of the room, pulling the door frame on the right side, and then slowly pulling out the body behind.

　　 When he saw the appearance of the thing coming out of the door clearly, Bai Shuiqiu's heart was choked, and his eyes widened a bit.

　　 From the point of view of body size, this thing should be the leader of the White Lotus Sect, that is, the middle-aged man with a big belly. The characteristics of height and waist circumference are basically the same. Bai Lianzong wants to temporarily find a person with the same head and body shape as a substitute, it may not be so easy.

Can……

　　 His appearance, but he doesn't look like a human anymore.

The entire body of the leader is wrapped in a thick layer of black mud, and the original face cannot be seen. Moreover, the mud is still twisting, coiling, and squirming on his side, like stretched arms. , All over the leader, still dripping muddy water.

Not only that……

　　 The black air wafting in the room seemed to have condensed into mud. The black birds fluttered out from the inside with flapping wings, hovering above the head of the leader.

　　When he was on Lantern Mountain, Bai Shuiqiu had not seen the true face of Hei Ni, but from the description of Jiufeng Shion, he could probably imagine what it looked like.

　　 is nothing more than a monster made of plasticine...

　　In Japanese animation works, there should not be too many monsters in this form.

　　 And now, the leader's appearance is almost a reduced version of black mud!

　　 "The psychic ritual that Xie Xiu just mentioned... does that mean?!

Chapter 408

　　 After the leader appeared, there was a depressive and dangerous breath that spread in this room.

　　 This breath is clearly felt by everyone in the room.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu took a deep breath, unconsciously squeezed the hilt of Xuezou's knife with both hands, and watched this guy's every move intently, but he didn't directly act like he did when dealing with Xie Xiu just now.

　　 The situation is already obvious.

　　 It's no wonder that evil cultivator would take the initiative to attack her when he knew he was lost, and dare to help the leader to cover. Taking advantage of the few minutes that the former was delayed, the leader has quietly completed the so-called "psychic ritual." Judging from the way he is now, this guy seems to have really borrowed some power from the black mud.

　　 Compared with the evil cultivation just now, the aura on the leader's body was obviously stronger, and even Bai Shuiqiu gave birth to a trace of jealousy.

　　The wind raccoon lying on her shoulders even stood upright, as if it had blown up his hair, staring at the opposite side.

　　 "Heh...hehe..."

　　 teaches to open his mouth and seems to smile a few times.

　　 With the mud all over his body, this guy's voice seemed extremely dull, and there was a faint echo in the whole room.

　　 "I feel it again, the power from the gods...Sure enough, it is a power that is so powerful that it is fascinating..."

　　 The leader raised his arm, and there was an inexplicable smug in his voice.

　　"?"

　　 Bai Shuiqiu frowned, and asked if this guy had any misunderstandings about the gods...

　　 After all, it can be called a "god" and was enshrined by ancient people with incense. Even if the body is not human, it has more or less majestic and handsome appearance, at least in some respects in line with the normal human aesthetics. And this black mud on Lantern Mountain, no matter from which point of view, is just a mud monster...

　　 Being able to call such things "gods" makes it hard not to doubt the aesthetics of this group of cultists.

in addition……

　　 Feel it "again"?

The word 　　 means that the leader has used "psychic rituals" before?

　　 A few flashes of effort.

The leader seemed to finally remember his goal, slowly raised his head, and looked at Bai Shuiqiu: "Are you... the maiden of the Tenmoku Shrine? It's a pity that such a beautiful skin bag, but all the heretics that blaspheme my **** will be Pay the price of blood!!"

　　 fell with this sound.

　　 The leader suddenly raised his arm. His limbs seemed to be no longer human flesh and blood, but black tentacles made of mud. With a sharp wind breaking sound, he volleyed out towards Bai Shuiqiu's place! In an instant, it struck Bai Shuiqiu's face!

　　 "?!"

　　 Bai Shuiqiu waved the knife in a reflexive manner, and directed a vertical cut to the front.

　　 If you change to a normal arm...

　　 If you go down with this cut, there is a high probability that it will be the result of a clean break.

　　 However, when the blade of the sharp blade fell on the master, it seemed to be smashed into a thick mud, and there was a feeling that the force could not come out. Moreover, the leader's arm suddenly made a bending movement that ordinary people can't make, like a flexible python, coiling up along the blade of the snow, and biting the knife firmly.

　　 The ensuing implicated power almost pulled Bai Shuiqiu over!

　　 At a critical moment, Bai Shuiqiu stepped on his feet and barely stabilized his figure.

　　 At the same time, there are a few more winds!

Almost at the same time when one of the front tentacles was waved, four or five tentacles quickly jumped out of the leader's body. Each of them had the thickness of ordinary human arms. They were wrapped around each other, like a string of whips. Shi, volley over to Bai Shuiqiu!

　　 Before the whip shadow arrived, the sound of breaking open had already hit the front door!

　　 Bai Shuiqiu decisively let go, put the snow away, and at the same time his toes hit the ground, his figure retreated!

During this process, a cyan wind blade bounced out of the wind raccoon, cutting off one of its tentacles, and then Bai Shuiqiu tilted his head, avoiding the other one that volleyed at his face. The ground rolled over and got up on the ground two or three meters away, his eyes widened, and his spirit was already tightened to the extreme.

　　唰! Swish!

　　 More and more tentacles came out from behind the leader and waved in the room.

　　 Bai Shuiqiu rolled a few times again, his petite figure resembling a clever cat, dodged in this space.

　　 is also fortunate that the area of ​​this private room is large enough, and there are some furnishings in the room that can be used as shelters, so that she can smoothly avoid these tentacles.

but……

　　 Those monks are not so lucky.

These guys had been frightened by Bai Shuiqiu's hacking, and it seemed to be the first time they saw the leader appear like this. When they were at a loss, they were poked into their eye sockets and chest by their tentacles, or His head was shattered directly, and in the blink of an eye, there were already a few more corpses in the room, a sight of blood flowing everywhere.

　　 "Master, Rao..."

　　 A monk still wanted to kowtow to beg for mercy, but before the words in his mouth were finished, he was rolled up by a few tentacles, and then tightened abruptly. The shoulder blades on both sides seemed to be squeezed into the chest cavity, puncturing the internal organs.

　　 The monk's eyes widened, his eyes were bloodshot, he opened his mouth and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, his breath quickly wilted, and he was dying.

"This guy……"

　　 Bai Shuiqiu watched all this with cold eyes, clenching her teeth.

　　 It can be seen that the consciousness of the leader has begun to be a little chaotic. His goal is no longer the same as at the beginning, only for Bai Shuiqiu, but to kill people indiscriminately throughout the room, and more importantly...

　　 The vitality in the bodies of those who were killed by the tentacles seemed to pass away quickly in a very short period of time.

　　 That's right.

　　 "Vitality passing" means that the blood and yang of all monks who were killed were quickly languishing. Before the person died completely, the corpse had dried up and the skin became pale as paper. When the tentacles were pulled away from them, only a layer of wrinkled skin was left, looking shocking.

　　 This kind of ability has gone beyond what ordinary spells can involve.

　　Although on the surface, there is still a little human figure...

　　 But this leader seems to be no different from a monster.

　　Perhaps the so-called "psychic ritual" is essentially a ritual that borrows the power of the black mud. What now appears on the leader is a ray of demon power split from the black mud.

　　 And this kind of ability transmission method is obviously not possessed by ordinary monsters, and there is even a little bit of the so-called "sacred fighting technique" in Taoism...

Chapter 409: Palm Thunder

　　 The so-called "skilled fighting technique" is actually "please the upper body of the gods".

　　 According to Chinese Taoism, practitioners can communicate with the gods through special maneuvers or spells, so as to borrow the power of the gods to deal with evil spirits within a certain period of time.

　　This kind of method is generally only mastered by practitioners with a higher level of cultivation, and it is used as a hole card when the opponent's strength far exceeds one's own. Because the burden on the upper body of the gods is very large, if one's own strength is not sufficient, even if the gods are invited, they are also easy to be backlashed.

　　Severe cases of severe illness, severe cases of vomiting blood and death.

　　 Japanese Shintoism is deeply influenced by Chinese Taoism, and some similar spells have also been produced, but they are relatively fragmented and have not formed a fixed system.

Of course……

　　 Those who hold this kind of statement are actually some liars.

　　 These guys like to use the gimmick of "please God" to bluff people, and deliberately make some acts of pretending to be crazy and stupid, to pretend that they are the upper body of the gods, to deceive the trust of ordinary people who don't know their inside information.

　　 The great white lotus saint who claims to be able to talk to ancient heroic spirits is probably of this nature.

——After all, if the ancient heroic spirits can really survive to the present, they must be some very powerful ghosts. Bai Shuiqiu does not think that the great sage Bailian has this ability and can invite them to have a dialogue... …

　　 As for the psychics who are still alive, it sounds even more ridiculous.

That is to say, the people mentioned by him are either in high positions or are not people in Japan. They have no time to talk to him. Because of their limited IQ, ordinary people will take this outrageous statement seriously and think that Bairen is big. The saint is really the reincarnation of the Buddha, with some mysterious power.

　　……

　　 deceive, deceive...

　　The methods used by the leader now really have a taste of life and death, and the black mud that can "gave" his power in this way does have some subtle similarities to the "god".

　　 "It must be done as soon as possible..."

　　 Bai Shuiqiu made up his mind.

　　 She can see now that the leader is clearly strengthening her own strength by killing those monks.

　　 Every dead monk, the blood and yang energy in his body will flow into the master himself and become his nourishment, making this guy's breath stronger.

　　 Especially that evil repair...

　　 This guy had already been beaten to death by Bai Shuiqiu, lying on the ground dying, so he was quickly inserted into his chest by his tentacles, absorbing the vitality in his body. Because it is a practitioner, the vitality of this evil cultivator is several times stronger than that of the others, and when it is transformed into the breath of the leader, the increase is even more obvious.