My Master is Lin Zhengying

About half an hour passed.

The sun is already half covered.

The world was dark, and the surrounding wind became much stronger.

The number of onlookers around the square increased to three hundred.

The scene is almost out of control.

No matter what the security team persuaded.

Say zombies will appear, zombies will appear, there will be danger.

Except for a small number of villagers who listened to it, the rest of the villagers insisted on not believing in evil.

They just surrounded the altar and didn't intend to leave at all.

He said he wanted to witness the zombie becoming a fairy.

Said that Uncle Jiu opened the altar, not to kill zombies.

It is to help the zombies become immortals and be contaminated with immortal energy.

He also said that this was the confidential information that came out of Uncle Jiu's mouth.

During Uncle Jiu's practice, it was also difficult to explain.

He could only frown, speechless.

At the same time, Qixing Yinshi Town has reached a critical period.

Uncle Jiu immediately shouted:

"Where are Ren Wei and Ren Zhuzhu?"

The two of them had already made preparations. They needed to donate blood to strengthen the effect of the formation.

Uncle Jiu had already told them about this.

Therefore, after hearing Uncle Jiu's voice, the two hurried over.

In front of Uncle Jiu are seven bright lamps and a white bowl.

Nan Chen and the others, apart from protecting the Dharma, are doing odd jobs.

Seeing the two of them approaching, Nan Chen took out a knife:

"Master Ren, Zhuzhu, you two are dripping blood in the bowl.

The more you can, the better it will be! "

Ren Wei nodded and cut his palm with a knife.

The pain made him grit his teeth, but in order to get rid of the zombies, he also endured the pain.

This Ren Zhuzhu, although she is a girl, she didn't blink her eyes at this moment.

Cut the palm of the hand with a knife, letting the blood flow out.

There was about half a bowl of blood before the two withdrew their hands.

Nan Chen held the bowl of blood and said to Uncle Jiu:

"Master, it's done!"

Uncle Jiu nodded, and played three yellow talismans again.

"Boom boom boom!"

With the talisman burning, Uncle Jiu said:

Concentrate the blood into the oil lamp separately.

"It's the master."

Without hesitation, Nan Chen put the blood into the oil lamp.

Mix with those kerosene.

When the lamp oil mixed with the blood of these two people.

The color of the flame has undergone some strange changes.

Turned into a strange purple.

Suddenly, purple flames appeared.

He raised his hand violently.

"rise!"

After finishing speaking, he drew the mahogany sword in his hand.

The flames of the seven lamps suddenly soared into the sky.

It turned into seven tiny purple flames, and finally gathered together.

Swaying in mid-air, it looks like a long purple whip.