Starting from Uncle Nine

Chapter 50

As Jiao Jie spit out a mouthful of turbid air, the Yin Qi in his body was completely pulled out and expelled from his body, and his body also returned to its original state. Not only that, because of being stimulated by the ghost king's Yin Qi, after the ghost king's Yin Qi was expelled, the Yin Qi in Jiao Jie's body disappeared. There is actually a not a small degree of improvement in true energy.

Jiao Jie is here to heal his wounds, and Taoist Master Simu and Master Yixiu, including the fake monk Wuxin, are also making preparations in advance.

The four-eyed Taoist priest carefully rolled up the portrait of Sanmao Zhenjun. There was a trace of Sanmao Zhenjun's charm in the portrait of Sanmao Zhenjun.

Like Ye Luzi's so-called invitation to gods, it is nothing more than inviting some mountain spirits and monsters to the upper body, and the four-eyed Taoist priest's invitation to gods can even invite Zhenjun Sanmao to the lower realm.

Next to him, A Le was concentrating on drawing talisman seals. At a rough glance, there were no less than a hundred of them.

Monk Yixiu carefully invited the hanging beads from the front of the Buddha statue. There are a total of [-] beads in this hanging bead, which is a magic weapon enshrined by Yixiu for a lifetime.

For Yehu Chan, who is not a big name like Monk Yixiu, there is no gift from the elders at all. Compared with Maoshan disciples such as Simu and Jiao Jie, it is far behind.

Raised by a mother-in-law, raised by a stepmother, no!Monk Yixiu is not as good as raised by his stepmother, he is purely an orphan, no one cares about him, no one loves him, there is no comparison between the two.

Compared with the first three, our mage Wuxin is much simpler and ruder. He borrowed a hundred and eighty yellow talismans from Taoist Simu, went back to the house and closed the door, and directly bit his finger, soaked in his own blood, and spent it indiscriminately. Even if the two are over.

Master Wuxin's blood is pure and clean, and he is the nemesis of all evil spirits in the world. When encountering evil spirits, he can kill the enemy by bleeding directly, simple and rude without any tricks.

Jiao Jie, who practiced all night, was in good spirits, but Master Wuxin, who had bled a lot, was pale, and even had dark circles around his eyes.

As soon as he saw Jiao Jie, Wuxin began to complain: "Jiao Jie, I have lost a lot this time! I am anemic! How many knuckles will I have to eat to make it up? No, you have to make it up to me!"

"You fake monk, who drinks alcohol and eats meat. If I hadn't helped you explain the truth yesterday, you might be hanged up and beaten by Master Yixiu now. You still want to ask me for compensation?"

Speaking of which, Jiao Jie stared at Master Wuxin with a pair of eyeballs with a little deep meaning: "I'm really curious, who are you? Why is your blood so threatening to evil spirits?"

Master Wuxin yelled: "This is it! This is it! Hey, it's time for dinner! Go and eat!"

Looking at the Wuxin mage who fled, Jiao Jie fell into deep thought.

When Jiao Jie was a child, he heard Lin Jiu say that there are exiles in this world, and exiles are so-called corpse puppets.

Generally speaking, corpse puppets, also known as walking corpses, were created by evil monks who cultivated spiritual techniques to bring corpses back to life, or human beings were contaminated with corpse energy and became half-human, half-corpse creatures, all of which were called corpse puppets.

On top of this, there is another kind of corpse puppet, that is, after human beings become immortals and attain the Tao, they lose their primordial spirit for some reason, and by coincidence, the remaining body produces spiritual wisdom.

It is neither a human nor a demon, so it is called a puppet, and a puppet was an immortal in life, and every drop of blood of an immortal contains extremely pure power, which transcends everything in the world.

To put it simply, if we compare the human world to Two-dimensional, then immortals are three-dimensional, transcending everything in the world.

How can two-dimensional things hurt the three-dimensional?How could the cartoons in the books cause any harm to the human body?Even if you destroy the world, even if you destroy the universe, low latitudes are low latitudes, and cannot cause any damage to high latitudes. This is the rule of the universe.

In scientific terms, the gravitational constant of this universe is 30, seven times ten to the minus eleventh power, the speed of light in a vacuum is [-] kilometers per second, and the electric quantity of electrons is [-] times ten to the minus ten Coulomb to the ninth power. (Water again for a long time)

In conventional terms, water flows, fire burns, light air rises, and turbid air sinks. This is the rule of the world. It has been like this since the birth of the universe, just like 1+1=2, which cannot be changed.

It's like no matter how badly Wuxin is injured, even if his whole body is smashed to pieces, only one amputated limb remains, and he can still recover.

This is high-level life, and low-level life cannot kill high-level life, because high-level life is surviving in a way beyond your imagination.

"Wuxin, you said you eat and drink from me, am I your food and clothing parent?"

Wu Xin looked at Jiao Jie with a bad face: "What do you want to say?"

Jiao Jie changed the subject slightly: "What's inside, do you know magic?"

"do not know."

"In other words, do you know tricks? Juggling!"

"What on earth do you want to do? Just tell me, I'm still hurrying to eat!" Wuxin became more and more impatient, what exactly did this guy want to say?
"Cough, I'm going to do a trick, you watch it, one, two, three! Dang dang dang!"

Wuxin looked at Jiao Jie in a daze: "What about tricks? Didn't you say you want to do tricks?"

Jiao Jie said affirmatively: "That's right! It's just a trick! I became your father, oh shit, you dare to hit someone! Hit me, the true legend of Maoshan, on our Maoshan site? Hey, my ass"

After breakfast, Jiao Jie and the others did not set off immediately. A Le baked a lot of big cakes and used them as dry food for the road. A group of five people and four horses set out on the road together.

Master Yixiu's family is poor, how can he afford a horse?And the four-eyed Taoist priest has only three horses here.

Daoist Simu and Master Yixiu are both elders, so naturally they can't get off their horses and run, but Wuxin, a bald thief, can't even count on it. Let him work hard, it's better to kill him.

And A Le, hey!With his meager mana, it's better not to make things difficult for him. In the end, Jiao Jie sullenly took out two magic amulets and stuck them on his calves, and followed the four people far away.

The four people in front of the poor man were chatting and laughing, just like going on an outing, while Jiao Jie was eating dust bitterly behind.

This Tengteng Township in Guangxi is neither far nor near, and the house of Simu Daochang is less than [-] kilometers away from Guangxi. We set off at Si time, that is, at ten o'clock in the morning, and at five o'clock in the afternoon. More to come.

From afar, I saw the gate of Teng Teng Town open, a gust of evil wind blew by, and the rotten smell swept over the sky. Fortunately, the five people present were not ordinary people. Immunity has been formed a long time ago, otherwise, if a replacement comes here, he will definitely vomit in the dark.

Seeing Teng Teng town lying quietly on the ground in front of him like a giant beast with its mouth open, none of the five people had any intention of trespassing. All the people present were human spirits, and they all knew that this was a protracted battle, so they just froze Go in in a daze, purely looking for death ('sǐ' three times! See how considerate the author is, and even mark out the phonetic symbols, for fear that the readers will not recognize it.)

(End of this chapter)