Ninth Uncle Shi Shaojian

Chapter 49
"What a domineering Taoism!"

Looking at the bronze armored corpse whose body was constantly petrified, Shi Shaojian showed fear and horror, "Where have I seen this kind of method..."

The Bronze Armored Corpse is at the same level as the monks in the Dao Chang Realm. Although the monks have endless methods, the Bronze Armored Corpse is covered with copper skin and iron bones, with terrifying power and massive corpse energy.

"Roar!"

He let out a roar, his whole body glowed, and the eerie green light engulfed the astonishing corpse aura against the powerful evil stone descending.Hearing the crackling sound, the petrified body peeled off a layer of stone skin like a molt, and the corpse poison was forced to the shoulder in the blink of an eye.

Feng Yan's face was gloomy, his palm was glowing with green light, and the stone poison continuously invaded the bronze armored corpse.He muttered something, and the black-scaled and white-ringed snake crawled along the arms of the two of them onto the bronze armored corpse.

"I have raised you for five years, it's time to play a role."

There was a trace of flesh pain on Feng Yan's face. It was a pity that the black-scaled white-ringed snake that had been cultivated after spending a lot of time, energy and resources was discarded. However, in order to subdue the bronze armored corpse, the small sacrifice was worth it.

His face turned cold and his voice suddenly became hurried.The black-scaled white-ringed snake uttered a snake letter to its owner, and there was a trace of humanized indignation in the inverted triangle snake's pupils. It said just now that it would find me something to eat, and now it wants me to die, without any credit. Such an owner at the stall would kill a snake.

Although there were complaints in his heart, it still faithfully carried out the master's order, and slowly got into the mouth of the bronze armored corpse.

This snake was bred by Feng Yan in meditation, and it was fed with the blood of a monk.

"burst!"

With a low and long bang, the black-scaled white krait exploded inside the copper-armored corpse, and the terrible toxin spread out. The copper-armored corpse let out a painful roar, and the strong corpse aura became chaotic.

With a look of joy in Feng Yan's eyes, he let out a low shout, and cast the evil stone drop with all his strength, instantly turning the bronze armored corpse into a stone sculpture.

Kakaka.

This stone carving is very dishonest, with dense cracks appearing on the surface, as if it will come to life at any time.

Knowing how long the evil stone would not be able to seal the bronze armored corpse, Feng Yan didn't dare to delay, so he tore off a small earthen urn hanging from his waist.

The small soil urn is three inches high and is molded from black clay. The surface is rough and uneven. The mouth of the bottle is plugged with a mahogany stopper, and the sound of worms crawling can be heard faintly.

Feng Yan carefully unscrewed the mahogany cork, tilted the soil urn, and poured out a dozen lively "maggots".

Like maggots but not maggots.

In Shi Shaojian's eyes, these bugs are very similar in appearance to maggots, larger and longer than maggots, round and soft, but they have nothing to do with cuteness or cuteness.

More than a dozen big fleshy worms were wriggling in Feng Yan's palm, desperately digging into the flesh of his palm. This scene gave people only disgust and horror.

"Whether it will be successful or not depends on you." Feng Yan whispered, wrapping the maggots with mana and feeding them into the mouth of the bronze armored corpse.

Then, he cut his wrist with a knife, and warm blood dripped into the mouth of the bronze armored corpse.

Stimulated by the blood, the bronze-armored corpse crumbled to pieces of rock and rushed forward with claws and teeth bared.Feng Yan was not in a hurry, he had an extra piccolo in his hand, and he put it near his mouth to blow out a clear and mysterious sound. The bronze armored corpse suddenly froze on the spot and let out a deafening cry.

Seeing this, Feng Yan finally heaved a sigh of relief, pinched the piccolo with one hand to control the corpse gu in the body of the bronze armored corpse, and with the other hand took out three small black puppets from his pocket, and threw them hard on the grass superior.

Three puffs of black mist rose from the puppet, and crisp laughter came out of the black mist, and then three six- to seven-month-old babies ran out.

The three babies were wearing bellybands embroidered with gold locks on a red background. There was no hair on their heads, and there were two wavy blood-colored lines on their foreheads.

"Protect me." Feng Yan ordered, sitting cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on subduing the bronze armored corpse.

"This is... the Erwen Resentful Infant?" Looking at the three babies who suddenly appeared, Shi Shaojian had a bad feeling.

Resentful infants, an extremely evil spiritual body, are said to be trained from babies born during the cloudy year, the moon and the sun, and must be babies who have died many times and have resentment. The stronger the baby is, the more ferocious it is.

Resentful infants are spirit bodies, similar to ghosts, but more fierce than ghosts, ordinary ghosts would not dare to provoke resentful infants.Resentful infants take pleasure in killing people, and feed on human essence, soul, and flesh and blood.

Before killing, Resentful Infant will let people play with him. If you can't continue to make him happy, he will kill you without hesitation.Of course, if you can't escape before dawn, you will die.

Every time Resentful Infant kills one person, his power becomes stronger, and if he kills ten people, a streak of blood will condense on his forehead.

The three resentful infants in front of them had two blood marks on their foreheads, indicating that each of them had killed at least twenty people.

Shi Shaojian is not a perfect saint, but at this moment, it is difficult to suppress the anger in his heart. It is unforgivable to use a baby to practice kung fu, and it is even more vicious to condone a resentful baby to kill wantonly. Such a devil should be punished by heaven.

"Headmaster!"

He heard from Uncle Jiu that the biggest heretic in China's spiritual world is Jiangjiao, and people in the school call it "Jiantou Master."

Head-down masters are proficient in various evil subduing techniques, good at cultivating and using poison, refining corpses and raising ghosts, and training three two-pattern resentful babies. Head-down masters are very rare. If they dare to show off in the spirit world, they will definitely be killed by righteous monks. Eliminate demons and defend the way, blasting into slag.

Speaking of which, Jiangjiao has a lot to do with the Maoshan School.

The founder of Jiangjiao was the Maoshan traitor, who created Jiangshu based on Maoshan technique in the Southern Song Dynasty.Later, when it reached its peak in the Yuan Dynasty, another Maoshan traitor carried forward Jiangshu and established Jiangjiao, which was driven by the Yuan Dynasty to attack the righteous sect in the spiritual world.

The orthodox way suffered heavy losses. Maoshan, a great Taoist sect, was incorporated by the Mongolian Yuan court, forcing Longhushan, Maoshan, and Gezaoshan to merge into one. Those were the darkest years in the history of Maoshan School.

Later, Lao Zhu overthrew Meng Yuan, and the sect was besieged by the righteous way. The leader of the sect died at the hands of a patriarch of the Maoshan sect, and his popularity plummeted.

In modern times, Miaojiang voodoo spread to Nanyang, and the head-reducing masters of Jiangjiao integrated voodoo into the existing system of descending techniques, making it one of the symbolic methods of the descending head masters.

"This guy is a head-down master. It is said that I haven't fought against a head-down master since I traveled, but the other party's cultivation base is too high, and his methods are weird. Let's go first."

Maoshan faction and Jiangjiao are sworn enemies. There is even a record in a book that in the past, when Maoshan disciples encountered Jiangtou masters, they raised their swords and killed them without asking why.

Shi Shaojian wanted to kill the thief, but the thief was too strong.

Leaving aside Feng Yan, the Daoist level head-down master, the three resentful infants with two patterns are not easy to provoke. Shi Shaojian, a mere mage-level monk, will fight them hard, and his head will be broken no matter how hard it is.

With the intention of retreating in his heart, Shi Shaojian got out of the bush gently, and just turned around, a terrifying little face appeared in front of him, and said with a smile: "Play with us!"

(End of this chapter)