Fubao wears books and becomes a group pet

Chapter 927

There was another hot discussion on the Internet, and everyone was very excited.This kind of thrilling and exciting scene, except for making movies, is basically invisible. Now that I have seen the real version, the whole Internet is boiling.

Mo Junying hugged Fubao and moved aside, looking at the Wuyao Daoist and Master Daoji who were huddled in the back.

A flash of light flashed in Director Zhang's mind, and he hurried up.

"Photography, hurry up, give the camera to the two experts, we are now waiting for the two to show their skills."

Daoist Wuyao and Master Daoji looked at each other, but they didn't refuse, and they walked towards the soul-destroying pool hand in hand.

Several cameras followed closely behind them, not daring to be negligent.

Wuyao Daoist flicked the whisk, and saw streaks of black light pouring out of the whisk, turning into irregular spells in mid-air.

Those spells intersected in the air, making a whirring sound, and finally formed a huge black net, completely surrounding the Dementing Soul Pond.

"receive!"

With the sound of Wuyao Daoist Priest stopping drinking, the black water in the pool began to tumbling violently, accompanied by shrill screams.

The heart-piercing screams made everyone's hearts shake and their heartbeats accelerated.

Suddenly, the skeletons were sucked out of the black pool one by one, with expressions of extreme panic on each skeleton's face, one, two, three...

At first it could be seen that there were one by one skulls, but in the end they all became one piece, and it was impossible to see how many skulls there were, and the screams became even more horrific, shaking everyone's eardrums with pain.

"Ghost crying soul!"

Fu Bao's expression was slightly cold, and he waved his small hand in the air, and white petals appeared out of nowhere in the tomb, each petal was like jade and snow, floating towards him.

When the petals were touched to people, all the people felt a lightness on their bodies, their minds became clear, and the eardrums that had been torn just now returned to normal.

Si Fangfang's eyes moved slightly, and the eyes she looked at Fu Bao became even hotter.

Wuyao Daoist's eyes flickered slightly, and he shouted at Daoji: "Great monk, help me, I can't take it anymore."

Everyone quickly raised their heads, and saw that the spells made by Taoist Wuyao with his whisk became more and more sparse, and the net made by him in mid-air was not as tight as it was at the beginning, and one of the skulls rushed out of the mesh until Pounced on Master Chen.

Master Chen turned pale with shock, and threw a little white mouse out of his arms.

The little white mouse squeaked and turned into ashes.

Chen Daoyuan's face turned pale, and he directly put his hand into Master Chen's arms, took out one after another little white mice from it, and threw them into the air desperately.

Every time I threw one, it turned into ashes in an instant.

If everyone hadn't seen the way the little white mouse was thrown out with their own eyes, they would have doubted that there was no little white mouse at all.

Everyone was so frightened that their faces were as pale as snow.

A single captured skeleton has such a powerful lethality. If all of them come out, is there still a way for them to survive?
Seeing that there are fewer and fewer spells in the whisk of the Wuyao Taoist priest, and the Wuyao Taoist priest is sweating profusely, everyone's nervous heart is about to jump out of their chests.

At this time, Master Daoji waved the huge Buddhist beads in his hand, and all the golden Sanskrit symbols rushed out of the beads, and countless Sanskrit symbols formed a golden net, covering the Wuyao Dao just now. Long cloth out of the black net.

The skeletons that escaped from the black flesh all hit the Sanskrit Talisman net, screaming and turning into ashes.

Master Daoji's Brahma net seemed to have angered the skeletons in the pool, and the skulls frantically attacked the two large nets.

(End of this chapter)