Lord, I am such a good person.

"Hoho~"

Just as the bloody big handprint swept away the flies and insects with the momentum of breaking bamboo, and headed straight towards the black clay sculpture,

Only a low laugh was heard in the field,

Immediately afterwards, the swollen belly of the clay sculpture suddenly opened, and endless black mud surged out of it.

There was a "bang" explosion during the roll, and the black mud in the sky immediately enveloped the approaching handprint.

"Zizi~"

It seems to have a very strong pollution and erosion effect,

In just the blink of an eye, the unstoppable big bloody handprint completely ate up the black mud.

"Gurgling~"

The black mud continued unabated, and then flooded towards Shiran like a heavy rain.

And here,

Wherever the hurricane passed, all the flesh and blood on the ground exploded, and the corpse energy retreated into Lao Zhan's body like a tide.

However, in the face of this seemingly restrained hurricane, Lao Zheng remained motionless, still reciting the strange scripture with great fanaticism.

However, the tattoos all over his body are quietly flowing.

Pictures of [Zombie Worshiping the Moon] and [Old Zombie Cannibal Pictures] began to flash violently.

Immediately afterwards,

The zombies, people, ghosts and weirdos on these patterns seem to come alive,

I saw ferocious faces struggling and roaring under the pale skin, and soon they violently tore open the thin layer of dry skin and poked their heads out.

There seems to be a moonlight hanging down, and there seems to be thousands of people wailing,

"Pa~"

The billowing corpse energy collided with the bloody hurricane with great violence,

Then I saw that most of the dozens or hundreds of heads growing out of Lao Zhan's body were exploded in an instant.

Flesh, flesh and bones were shattered all over the ground, and the aura suddenly dropped one level, but the bloody hurricane also disappeared.

This wasn't over yet, and then I saw the remaining heads struggling to crawl out of the old and stiff bodies with tattoos.

After his complete body was exposed, he grabbed the ground with his limbs, and long strips like umbilical cords emerged from his back and went straight to release.

This rainstorm of black mud and walking corpses all over the place came at the same time. Seeing this, Yi Lan did not retreat but took a step forward.

As the magic power in his body rippled, he grabbed the monk's robe with his backhand and swung it around.

"Tear~"

As if strips of flesh and blood were pulled out from the body, the monk's robe instantly turned into a big red curtain in front of Shi Ran.

"[Cassock]"

The curtain shook, as if the sea of ​​blood was rolling, and as if there were blazing flames,

Suddenly, a strong and extremely murderous energy filled the entire small temple.

The newly proliferated flesh and blood on the ceiling, floor, wall pillars, etc. melted as quickly as snow meets the warm sun.

The heavy rain poured black mud on it, and blood-colored steam immediately rose up. The walking corpses threw themselves in it, as if they were being burned in the depths of hell.

In just the blink of an eye, the black mud and walking corpses were completely blocked.

"Namo Amitabha~"

"[Golden Needle]·[Chasing the Soul]"

Behind the bright red curtain, a sound of relief could be heard again, and then I saw Lao Zhan, who was constantly giving birth to evil zombies in his body, suddenly paused.

Then a long needle with golden light suddenly shot out from the red curtain, and then went straight into the old and stiff eyebrows.

"Bang~"

It was as if a small storm suddenly erupted from inside Lao Zheng's skull, and in an instant the big, dry, bald head exploded into powder.

"How come there is no soul? How come you can't even absorb flesh and blood and essence? Do you think that the old and stiff meat is too dry and woody? Impossible~"

Just when I was relieved and shocked,

"Buzz buzz~"

The reappearing golden needle kept circling and trembling over Lao Zheng's body, as if he had lost his way.

It turned out that the failure of the golden needle actually triggered one of the costs of using it. When Shiran realized that the [Zi Mu Golden Needle] had the intention of taking his own flesh and blood, he immediately suppressed it, then slapped his waist suddenly, [Ghost] Several Jialan ghost monks were instantly spit out from the altar.

"Bang bang bang~"

As a series of ghost monks were sucked dry, the golden light returned to the center of Shen Ran's eyebrows.

"Let me go, how could this thing fail? What a pity for Buddha's honor guard~"

But before he could feel relieved and distressed about the ghost monk who had finally harvested something so hard, and when the golden needle returned without success, the clay sculpture that was originally locked on the flesh and blood lotus platform suddenly moved.

"Click~"

With a crisp crackling sound, a tongue like a petal grew out of the opening in the clay sculpture's abdominal cavity.

The tongue was covered with sharp teeth, and there were small furry tentacles on it. Then in the eyes of relief and shock, the tongue slowly wrapped around the headless tattooed old man,

"Gurgling~"

It seems like I'm vomiting, no, it's like I'm eating something.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly I heard another gasp of relief,

Follow the line of sight,

I saw that the headless old zombie was entangled by this tongue, and the flesh and blood was slowly disappearing under the pale old skin, and there was a faint flicker of scriptures in the flow of flesh and blood on it.

There were countless tooth marks densely packed inside, and it looked like it had been licked by some terrifying beast.

"Here, this Lao Zhan has died a long time ago? And the scripture he just recited was to sacrifice himself, so that he could be eaten by this ghost? No wonder the golden needle can't absorb Lao Zhan's flesh and blood essence."

After seeing the tattooed old zombie gradually turning into a shriveled skin under the entanglement of the tongue, countless doubts suddenly emerged in Relief's heart.

"Kaka~"

But it seemed that the situation at the scene did not allow Shi Ran to continue to be dazed. He only heard the sound of the clay sculpture suddenly cracking.

A breath far beyond the tattooed old zombie suddenly burst out from the clay sculpture, and the speed of this breath was very fast. When it was about to surpass himself,

Shi Ran stretched out his hand without thinking and grabbed the big red curtain in front of him. He saw that the cassock curtain instantly turned into a blood-red ring knife.

"Zheng~"

As the sound of the knife sounded, a blood-robed monk holding a ring knife and killing people all over the world seemed to appear behind Shi Ran.

"Gurgle~"

At the same time, the petal-like long tongue seemed to have sensed the danger. The big tongue rolled up and quickly swallowed the old skin. Then the clay sculpture locked in the blood and flesh lotus began to tremble violently.

The iron chain creaked, as if something would completely escape from the clay sculpture in the next moment.

"From now on, this guy should be a certain evil ghost that the Galan Temple suppressed with the temple. I wonder if he was not killed completely because he was trained as a guardian deity? And he was lucky enough to escape the old monk's incident?"

The mana in his body was constantly poured into the blood-colored ring knife in his hand.

At this moment, Shi Ran was emaciated, and his whole body was only a layer of skin and bones, but there seemed to be two flames burning between his eyes.

"Of all evil deeds, killing is the most serious; of all good deeds, protecting life is the first;"

"【Killing Arhat】·【Ten Unwholesomeness】·【Breaking Ring Knife】"

"Boom~"

In an instant, blood flashed, and then a knife light that seemed to be able to cut everything was aimed at the clay sculpture and chopped.