Ninth Uncle Shi Shaojian

Chapter 63
On the wasteland on the outskirts of Shangchang Town, Xiao Zhu had a cloth ball stuffed in her mouth, so she could only make a whining sound.The mage didn't even look at her, and sat cross-legged on a raised round stone, with cups, various Gu worms, cow skulls, cowhide drums and other strange things that he couldn't recognize.

The battle he fought this time was bigger than last night, which showed that Uncle Jiu had put pressure on him, and it also showed his urgency and confidence in defeating Uncle Jiu.He sent the letter of war, and he initiated the fight on his own initiative. If he still loses the fight, he will be ashamed and thrown to grandma's house.Embarrassment is second to none, and it is very likely that you will lose your life.

He was very cautious and cunning, and he was not in a hurry to act when the time came, like a poisonous snake dormant in the dark, only waiting for Uncle Jiu to relax before baring his fangs and attacking.

Ordinary people might be fooled by him. Who is Uncle Nine, the chosen one, the master of the heavens and the world, with rich experience in martial arts, if the mage wants to play tricks, he does the opposite and directly takes the initiative to attack.

The burning war book floated in the night sky, dazzling like stars. The mage's face changed drastically after seeing it, and hurriedly poured the liquid in the cup on the bull's skull.

A white mist rises from the bull's skull and drifts with the wind. The mage is shrouded in it, like a layer of gauze, revealing a sense of mystery.

He grabbed a large handful of incense and lit it, holding it with both hands and shaking it, sparks fell like raindrops in an instant.The most bizarre thing is that Huo Huo also appeared on Uncle Jiu's side. The two are so far apart that they can actually make Huo Huo appear in another place out of thin air. Such methods are really unimaginable.

Sparks fell all over the sky, Uncle Jiu waved his sleeves and swept them onto the mage.The sorcerer's face was extremely ugly, the sparks were just a test, if the sparks could appear back and forth between the two places, it meant that the air combat had officially begun.

The passage between the two has been opened, and the space will not become an obstacle to the collision of Taoism. In fact, it is no different from face-to-face.

The mage grabbed the horns of the bull's skull with both hands and smashed it hard on the ground. With a bang, the incense ash in the incense burner in the center of Jishan's House exploded, and an ash cloud rose.

Uncle Jiu's eyes were fixed, and just about to do something, he caught a glimpse of Shi Shaojian standing beside him, and told him, "Shaojian, it's none of your business here, stay away."

"Okay." Shi Shaojian followed suit and hid far away.

The corners of Uncle Jiu's mouth twitched, but he couldn't say what he wanted to say. He shook his head, pointed his finger at the oil lamp fiercely, and when he lit the lamp flame, it stretched out. Suddenly, thunder and lightning flashed while the light was flickering.

"Not good." The mage was taken aback, closed his eyes hastily, and shook his hands wildly.On the other side, Uncle Jiu pointed to both temples with his fingers, concentrating all his attention on sensing the existence of the mage.

The so-called "intelligence through mind" means that two monks concentrate their minds and appear in front of each other in the form of spiritual projections.

This was a very miraculous scene, as if there was a projection in front of Uncle Jiu, and the mage's figure slowly emerged, presenting an illusory, translucent form.

The enemy was extremely jealous when they met, and the mage struck without saying a word.

Shi Shaojian couldn't see the spiritual projection of the mage, because he didn't participate in the fighting. From his perspective, Uncle Jiu looked like a psychopath, punching and kicking the air, and his behavior was full of aura.

"This Taoism is interesting, I really want to try it myself." Shi Shaojian was a little ready to move, but he could distinguish between the occasion and the seriousness, and now is not the time for him to try it.

Uncle Jiu fought with the mage for a while, but no one could do anything about it. The mage suddenly had an evil thought, and when he avoided Uncle Jiu's attack, he took out a small white skull, crushed it into powder with his palms and sprinkled it out.

In the main room of the Jishan House, a dark wind suddenly rose, so strong that it blew the candles on the altar table to extinguish, yellow talismans danced wildly, and even Uncle Jiu had to step back to ease the wind.

When the wind stopped, the altar table was already in a mess, and many things prepared were completely unusable.

Uncle Jiu couldn't help it, he stepped forward, crushed an egg with the fingers of both hands, and threw the egg white out. With a bang, the egg white was ignited by the flames, almost disfiguring the mage, and his whole face was pitch black.

The mage was furious. Just as he was about to cast a spell, Uncle Jiu moved the eagle to spread its wings and cross the altar table, actively forcing the mage to fight him.The mage's rhythm was disrupted, and he seemed to be in a hurry for a while, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"You just want to defeat me. It's just a dream." With a sly smile, he used another trick and threw the two small skulls to the ground. The white dust from their explosion engulfed Uncle Jiu in an instant.

This kind of white dust is toxic. Although it is not highly toxic to see blood and seal the throat, it will be life-threatening if it is not excreted from the body for a long time.Before that, Qiusheng and Wencai lost their combat power because of inhaling poisonous gas.

Looking at Uncle Jiu who disappeared into the white dust, the mage laughed triumphantly, "If you fight with me, you will lose."

"That's too much to talk about."

Uncle Jiu unfolded the sleeves that covered his face, jumped out of the poisonous gas, and tapped his fingers in mid-air. Two golden lights hit the chest of the ecstatic mage, knocking him flying and vomiting blood.

The sorcerer was injured, and he couldn't beat Uncle Jiu in air-to-air combat. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and grabbed Xiaozhu to leave with a look of resentment.

There was no movement for a while, Shi Shaojian asked in a low voice: "Uncle, is it over?"

"Master, can we come out?"

"Come out."

Uncle Jiu patted the dust on the Taoist robe, and said to everyone: "To save Master Zhu, we must find an antidote, and Xiaozhu may also be in his hands."

"How to find it?"

"Zi Qi is coming from the east. This head descendant must be in the west. He is injured and can't run very far. Xiao Hong, please take care of Jishan Family and Qiusheng Wencai for me."

Xiao Hong nodded, "Don't worry, Daoist."

"Shaojian, clean up the guy and go find him right away."

"it is good."

Uncle Jiu and Shi Shaojian rushed to the place where the mage practiced, but there was no one there, but the messy things left on the ground showed that they did not go to the wrong place.

Continuing to the west, it became more and more remote, and there was not a single house in sight.Stone pillars of various shapes stand all around, like demon guards standing in the darkness.There are a lot of gravel scattered on the ground, which is very painful to step on.

Shi Shaojian threw a lighting talisman to illuminate the road, and Uncle Jiu couldn't help but said, "The cleaning talisman is used for wiping buttocks, and the lighting talisman is used for lighting. Don't you know that there is something called paper, and something called fire booklet?"

"It's just convenient and easy to use."

"Prodigal."

Shi Shaojian rolled his eyes, he knew how to draw talismans, and no one cared about how he could use them.

"Go in, be careful."

Inside the cave is a spacious space with hundreds of quail standing on the ground, and each quail wears a bell around its neck.These quail are very strange, and they don't panic when they see a living, dead thing like a toy.

Uncle Jiu glanced at it and said, "These quails are the magic whistle of the head-down master. He should be hiding in the cave."

(End of this chapter)