Super Great Fortune Teller

Wang Qian saw that Han Ping didn't respond and called twice again.

However, Han Qianping did not stop until he agreed to hold the dagger.

The dagger was a foot long, with saw blades on the back.

Seeing this, Wang Qian frowned, and an ominous premonition welled up in his heart.

Sure enough, Han Ping walked to Wang Qian step by step. Until this time, Wang Qian also found that Han Ping's eyes were always closed. He was touched with cinnabar on Han Ping's forehead. The cinnabar's shape was like a strange tadpole.

"Autopsy?" When Wang Qian saw this strange tadpole, he was shocked.

"Ho ho..."

Han Ping's throat, issued a threat of low Ming, his whole body is emitting a stream of black gas, however, strange is Han Ping's seven orifices, but no black gas emitted.

Wang Qian was surprised: "no! It's the technique of corpse control

Wang Qian can only pray that Yin Su Su will come back soon. Now Wang Qian has been forced to a desperate situation, unless he wants these 12 villagers to die miserably, let them go, and then deal with Han Ping himself.

But now he can't even let go.

The evil Qi and Yang Qi have formed a delicate balance. Once he breaks the delicate balance, he will be killed.

As for wuxizhu, Wang Qian can't mobilize now. All his spiritual power is suppressed in wuxizhu. Wang Qian doesn't dare to stop Fantian's ghost sealing technique. Wang Qian finds that Han Ping's movement slows down under the singing of Sanskrit.

In the dark, Han Ping holds a dagger and leans to Wang Qian step by step.

Ten steps away from Wang Qian, Han Ping stopped.

Han Ping's consciousness world, he instinctively felt wrong, this bloody world, let Han Ping almost collapse, no matter how he ran, there is no way to escape from this bloody world.

In this bloody world, everything is covered with a strange red light.

This strange red wasteland is poor, but it seems that there are bursts of Sanskrit chants coming from the outside world. He was there at that time. Of course, the Sanskrit chants were issued by Wang Qian.

Wang Qian now can only use the Sanskrit singing in the Sanskrit ghost sealing technique to try to wake up Han Ping.

Bursts of Sanskrit sound from far to near, Han Ping ran toward the place of Sanskrit sound.

"Han Ping! Wake up

The great sound came from all directions.

At this time, Han Ping seems to hear someone call himself. He tries hard to get rid of the red nightmare world. However, no matter how he beats the ground or attacks madly, he can't wake up. His eyes are still the bloody world.

"Master Wang, is that you?" Han Ping shouts to the distance.

And Wang Qian saw Han Ping standing not far away, his face showing the color of struggle, those black gas is also in Han Ping's body, also more and more, Han Ping's whole person is like standing in the dark than the night.

Under Wang Qian's chant, Han Ping put down his knife, covered his head and roared wildly.

Wang Qian's Sanskrit symbols hit Han Ping's body, making Han Ping's roar more tragic.

On the top of the mountain in the distance.

Seeing Han Ping's struggle, the young man showed a look of shock in his eyes: "unexpectedly, this guy has the sign of getting rid of my autopsy. Wang Qian, Wang Qian, you are so good at your mouth! Today, I'll show you my real means to drive the corpse away! "

He pinched a few incantations with his fingers again, and read: "teeth are like swords, hands are like gold hooks, and I follow the way of the Heavenly Master. The magic soldiers are like fire, and they are as urgent as laws and decrees!"

Bang! It's a big noise.

The young man directly put his fingerprints on a grass man under him.

The five features of the grass man are nine points similar to Han Ping. Although the grass man is made of grass, the top of the grass man's head has Han Ping's hair. At the moment when the young man points his finger on the grass man, a dark green flame lights up on the grass man.

Then Han Ping suddenly opened his eyes in the distance. In the dark environment, Han Ping's eyes were flashing green.

"No!"

Wang Qian saw here, the heart that had been gradually put down was raised again. The killing intention in the boy's eyes was more violent than he was possessed.

If it is normal, Wang Qian will be able to bounce Han Ping with one finger. However, now Wang Qian can only watch Han Ping step by step with a murderous spirit, and there is no way.

It's not far away.

Yin Susu looks for Han Feilin's scream and sees Han Feilin at this time without taking a few steps.

Han Feilin stood in an open space, panting violently. His face was full of sweat. The old man had not exercised like this for a long time.

In front of him stood an old man about 1.5 meters. The old man's skin was purple and his nails were sharp and long. He had already dragged the floor.What makes Yin Su feel strange most is that the old man seems to be more tired than Han Feilin. It's very appropriate to describe the old man's current state with sweat.

"Master Han, what is this

When Han Feilin saw Yin Su coming, he wheezed and said, "Miss Su Su, help! help! This, this corpse has changed into a jumping corpse

When Yin Su Su heard Han Feilin's words, he had a strange look in his eyes. In his eyes, the old man's chest was undulating, and there was no dead body on his body. How could it be a corpse.

As soon as Han Feilin's voice fell, the old man turned back and glanced at Yin Su Su. When Yin Su saw the old man's face, he only felt a tumult in his stomach. The whole face of the old man was as hideous and ugly as a corpse soaked in water for decades.

And his body also seems to have worms squirming in it.

When the old man saw Yin Su Su, he opened his mouth and let out a shriek.

Whoa!

Jump straight in the direction of Yin Su Su.

"Be careful, Miss Su Su!" Cried Han Feilin there.

Yin Su Su saw the old man's body, but at the moment when the old man came to him, he dodged lightly.

Yin Su Su, after all, used to be the existence of nine grades, and this eccentric old man is at best about three grades, that is, Han Feilin, a feng shui master who has no training skills, was eaten to death by him.

"What's the matter? Where did this come from? " Yin Su Su looked at the old man and asked.

Han Feilin swallowed his saliva, then leaned against Yin Su Su.

"This is probably the old master of the Huang family!"

"It's just, how could it be that his original cemetery Fengshui was a rare treasure cave, and he turned into such a strange jumping corpse."

"Jump dead?" Yin Su Su looked at Han Feilin, and his eyes showed the color of doubt.

Brush!

The corpse jumped towards Yin Su Su again. Five nails, like five long knives, grabbed Yin Su Su Su.

Yin Su Su had already moved two steps to the side a moment before the arrival of the paw.