Magic card gods

The five skulls on the top of the head howled and screamed frantically, spraying black smoke and flying. Twenty or thirty weird and ugly "Heavenly Soldiers and Generals" rushed forward with knives, forks, axes and axes in front of them. For a while, Yemao Mountain had the upper hand!

Even so, he didn't slack in the slightest, instead he took out a little scarecrow from his cuff and started doing it again...

When Zhao Wendong saw someone put down the altar in this mountain, he was overjoyed suddenly, and really thought he had met a fairy fate.

When five big fireballs flew over, his head was numb.

This is not the immortal cultivator I imagined! Shouldn't the immortals think I'm pious, set me up with tests, and accept me as a disciple in the end? It shouldn't be!

Before Zhao Wendong and his servants figured it out, the five skulls and rampant soldiers had already rushed over.

At that time, the number four and five people fell to the ground with a scream of "Oh, mom", and they didn't even have the idea of ​​running for their lives.

Facing the rampant soldiers rushing up with their teeth and claws, Wei Yuan stomped his feet fiercely, and the rock under his feet shattered into countless pieces, and then Wei Yuan kicked it repeatedly, instantly creating the effect of a machine gun on the stones.

On the spot, a dozen rampant soldiers were thrown to the ground by stones. Even without the blessing of mana, the potential energy on the stone was too much for them to bear, and they all turned into black smoke and disappeared.

And Wukong jumped up, grinning and waving the golden grunt stick, fighting with the five skulls in the sky.

Wukong has a spirit protection body on his body, and neither the black smoke nor the magic sound can affect it, and the iron rod in his hand dances like a whistling wind, hitting the skull flying all over the sky like a baseball.

Now the two are in a stalemate, and no one can do anything to the other in a short time. However, after a long delay, Wukong might not be able to resist consumption. That Five Ghosts Soul Chasing Hammer is indeed a first-class magic treasure! Even if it's just rough, it's quite powerful.

That Yemao Mountain's own ability is average, but he has been in the rivers and lakes for many years, and has many tricks, and he is cautious by nature, and he does everything well.

Even after using the Five Ghosts Soul Chaser Hammer and Rampant Soldiers, they did not take it lightly, but took the opportunity to cast the spell again.

He took out the little scarecrow and began to chant a curse at Wei Yuan, then pressed a piece of talisman paper on it, took out a long needle with a grim face, and stabbed the scarecrow's head fiercely!

"Huh! Huh?" He pressed down with all his strength, but the long needle didn't seem to be piercing a scarecrow, but it seemed to be piercing a big rock, and it couldn't go in no matter what!

And over there, a translucent golden bell appeared around Wei Yuan's body, and the brilliance circulated to cover it.

Ye Maoshan felt that something was wrong, and he took out a black silk rope from his sleeve.

This is the magic weapon black string made of spider silk mixed with the hair of a drowned girl and soaked in black dog blood.

He wrapped the scarecrow's neck with black silk, and pulled it to both sides with both hands, trying to wring the scarecrow's neck!

It can be seen that he has exhausted all his strength in breastfeeding, and the veins in his hands are throbbing!

Wei Yuan suddenly grabbed his neck, his face turned red, as if he was about to suffocate!

Zhao Wendong was about to pee out of fear, "Elder Wei! Hold on, Elder Wei!"

Wei Yuan was amused with a "puchi", and couldn't continue acting.

Stop pretending, I have a showdown, I am the actor!

Ye Maoshan had already smiled, but now the smile froze on his face.

He was sweating profusely and still didn't give up, he bit the tip of his tongue violently, sprayed a mouthful of blood on the scarecrow, and then pulled the black string with all his might... With a "boom", the black rope was torn by him!

At this moment, Wukong's soul-chasing hammer was still in a stalemate with Wukong. This hammer was originally a finished product, and Yemaoshan couldn't control it, so he could only let the five skeletons attack by themselves.

Although Wukong couldn't help the five skulls, the five skulls failed to show real lethality.

As for those rampant soldiers, it is enough to deal with ordinary people or ordinary Taoist monks, but it is not enough to deal with Wei Yuan.

Erha has become one with these dwarfs.

Well, it's just that the little dwarfs are fighting wildly, anyway, it doesn't hurt, so let them mess around!

That Ye Maoshan's heart was half cold at this time, and he thought that he might have met some serious practitioners from those sects of practice. A casual cultivator like himself is absolutely no match.

If the five ghosts chasing the soul were tempered, I would definitely be able to kill this little bald donkey. I didn't expect to be blocked here at this time. It's really abominable!

At this time, life and death were in such a situation, and he also went all out, using his most profound spells!

He emptied a small bowl containing five grains, then dripped a drop of blood, opened the gourd he carried, poured in rootless water, and began to practice mantras!

The water in the bowl turned black instantly, like a bowl of ink, and then began to swirl.

In just a few seconds, Ye Maoshan's face was as pale as paper, like a dead person. He grabbed the scarecrow and plunged it headfirst into the black water.

Black water drowning technique!

This Yemao Mountain once relied on this profound incantation to sneak attack and curse an old monk with profound Dharma to death.

People who have been under this curse will fall into the abyss of black water, their mana will be imprisoned, and it is basically difficult to break free or fight back by themselves. Black water gushes from the mouth and nose every minute or three, and they are drowned alive. After death, the soul will be infected by black water, and become a water ghost and cannot escape.

At this time, the performer is often several kilometers away from the victim, and there is no need to appear on the scene at all.

It's just that his skills are limited, and every time he uses this spell, he will do great damage to himself, so he dare not use it easily.

However, just when the spell was about to be completed, Wei Yuan's body burst into golden light, and a green dragon suddenly appeared on the translucent golden bell. Qinglong raised his head and groaned, flew out of the golden bell, and glared at Yemao Mountain.

The small bowl in front of Ye Maoshan exploded in an instant, and he was blown far away screaming. The fragments of the porcelain bowl inlaid his face, bloody and bloody!

When the black water hit the ground, it instantly turned into an endless torrent of black water, rolling down the mountain!

Just when the little bun was about to fly out to collect the black water, so as not to cause disaster, the mountain suddenly shook, and the black water flowed in along the cracks created by the earthquake, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

And here, Yemao Mountain is dead.

It was the chicken leg uncle who had been paddling all the time who took the opportunity to strike, and cut off his head directly with his one-meter-long sharp claws.

As soon as Ye Maoshan died, the five ghosts' soul-chasing hammer immediately lost its restraint, and flew towards the sky with a strange smile, wanting to take this opportunity to get out of control.

Wei Yuan expended mana and threw out the crystal bowl, and the crystal bowl emitted golden light, which immediately suppressed the five skulls...

The Five Ghosts Soul Chaser Hammer was finally smashed by Wei Yuan with the Dragon Subduing Zen Staff, and the five children who had been made into demon heads were relieved.

Wei Yuan harvested the pale golden skull rosary from Yemao Mountain, a rag of Taoist robe, and a scroll of human skin in his arms. The golden bell mask has improved again, and I can feel the strengthening of the golden bell mask on the body, and the fists are even more powerful!

"A great opportunity has come!" Ah Suo said suddenly.

"What big chance? You mean the crack that appeared in the earthquake?"

A Suo asked: "Do you know what this place is called?"

"How do I know this? I'm not a local!"

Speaking of the locals, Wei Yuan looked at Zhao Wendong who was still slumped on the ground and his legs were weak. He was already in a daze, this was not the Xianxia he wanted. At this time, he was disheartened towards the gods...

On the other hand, the servants on one side were quite calm, "Here, here is... the mountain behind Dayu's Mausoleum!"

On the other side of this mountain, there is a deep pond called Yuchi. Near Yuchi is Dayu Mausoleum.

According to historical records, Xia Qi and Shaokang both built Yu Temple here, but it is difficult to verify it now. The existing dilapidated temples were first built in the early Southern Dynasties, and have been built and destroyed repeatedly in successive dynasties.

It's just that since the past Jiazi, the Great Zhou Dynasty has been troubled internally and externally, and it has no longer cared about offering sacrifices to Dayu. This place is almost deserted.

And this sudden earthquake directly shattered the surface of the earth, forming a crack leading directly to the mountainside!

Vote? Hmph, forget it!