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Chapter 1602 The murder puppet is Zhan!!!!
"Senior brother, this old Taoist is so vicious. He is holding a broken fly whisk in his hand. Look, he beat the Sajia, and the Sajia must beat him to death with a Zen stick!" Monk Huiming's eyes were red, and he shook the Zen stick in his hand, furious Said.

"Junior Brother Huiming, as a monk, why do you always think about fighting and killing? It is useless to cultivate Buddha for so many years, and we monks are not allowed to kill!" Monk Huikong persuaded with a little reproach.

"Ah!" Huiming sighed, the anger on his face gradually dissipated, and he thrust the Zen stick in his hand into the ground, and a piece of gravel on the ground suddenly shattered, and he said in a puzzled voice: "Forget it, let the Sajia forgive this old man for a while, and let the old man go down!" If we bump into this old man again, the Sa family will never let him go!"

As soon as the words fell, the masked old man stood up and covered his chest with one hand. He seemed to have suffered some minor injuries. He glanced coldly at the monks, and his eyes were full of He had a vicious look on his face, but when he reached out his hand, he took out the triangular flag from his arms, which was the evil ghost trick that old Liu was talking about. When it was taken out, the black air suddenly evaporated, the dark wind blew, and it was full of evil spirits.

In an instant, an incomparably gloomy aura centered on the masked old Taoist and spread towards the surroundings. Master Huikong and the others immediately felt this terrifying aura, and the gloomy feeling spread all over the body in an instant, like a sudden From the dog days to the twelfth lunar month of winter, there were goosebumps all over the body, and everyone felt flustered for no reason, filled with a feeling of fear.

"You said to spare Pindao, but Pindao never said to spare you. Today, you old thieves are going to die here, take your life!"

The masked old man said viciously, quickly pinched a few finger tips with one hand, followed by muttering words, and then shook the evil ghost's tricks in his hand, a thick black mist suddenly formed. Shrouded in the black mist, several blurred figures suddenly appeared. These figures became clearer and clearer, each of them had dull eyes, solemn faces, and once showed deathly ashes. blade.

As soon as these figures appeared, Master Huikong and the three of them all had terrified expressions on their faces. This masked old man actually released the fierce ghosts refined from the tricks of evil ghosts. They are all masters, otherwise their souls would not be sucked into the devil's tricks by this masked old man to refine them. After these people were killed, their souls would be taken away by the devil's tricks, and they would be subjected to the evil wind all day long. Washing, forgetting the previous life and the present life, only resentment in the heart, but retaining the cultivation base of the whole body, as long as the masked old man holds the evil ghost trick in his hand, he can manipulate these puppets like puppets and let them kill people.

Don't look at the weapons in the hands of those evil spirits that look illusory, but they are actually the weapons they used in their lifetime. They are transformed by hostility, and they will bleed and break arms and legs when they are cut on people.

Among this group of fierce ghosts, there are actually two or three people who are dressed like old Taoists, about 70 to [-] years old, and look like immortals. I don't know how this masked old man killed them. The soul is sucked into this evil ghost's trick and refined, and can't re-enter the reincarnation. It's really miserable. Just relying on these old Taoists, any one of them who stands out is no lower than the masked old Taoist.

The three brothers, monk Huikong, looked at these fierce ghosts, and they froze in place for a while, stunned.

(End of this chapter)