Terrorist Reincarnation: Hundred Times Rewards

"Young master, don't be disrespectful to Fa-zhang, and kneel down quickly."

"Young man."

The three of the Fu family were completely obsessed.

Not only did he have no doubts about what Fa Zhang said, but he also agreed.

"Don't you directly cast the Sanskrit of Suo Ming?"

And Lin Chuan smiled coldly.

Purdue Cihang, Suo Ming Sanskrit is a major means in the play.

It can confuse people's minds and destroy people's will.

People, let it be.

Even in the original play, Zhiqiu Yiye is hard to resist.

But now, Purdue Cihang is just relying on the disguised breath to scare people.

It's not a problem to deceive the Fu family, after all, they are only mortals.

But at this level, even Zuo Qianhu, a battle-hardened and battle-hardened, could not be confused.

"If that's the case, then I'll kill you first."

Lin Chuan smiled and took a step forward.

Then, with a heartbeat, he extracted Qixing Longyuan.

In an instant, in his hand, he was already holding a long sword with a sharp and cold light!

Infiltrating people, freezing cold!

Sharp, overflowing!

On the sedan chair, Pudu Cihang frowned slightly.

This son, the breath is getting more and more wrong.

Do not destroy him, I am afraid it will be a disaster!

I saw that Purdue Cihang raised his palm.

"Amitabha, the donor's murderous aura is almost enchanting..."

"You must put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot!"

Done.

He is not over.

The mouth, at an extremely fast speed, opened one by one.

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot...

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot...

Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot...

Eight-character Sanskrit, like a spell, came in bursts.

Through the eardrum, straight into the mind!

Just now, there were still many suspicious Zuo Qianhu.

On his face, there were also bursts of traces, the color of true piety and respect.

However, he is still desperately resisting with his tenacious consciousness.

Fu Tianqiu, Fu Qingfeng, and Fu Yuechi were even more adored, and they had completely fallen.

And next to Lin Chuan.

Zhiqiu Yiye, who was originally innocent.

Suddenly, a look of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Then, a shock!

"Fuck, this old witch is fascinated by her demonic sound?!"

After a blast.

He took out two yellow talismans, twisted them into silk, and inserted them directly into his ears.

But, it's useless!

This array of Sanskrit sounds is a sound that disturbs the soul!

As long as you can hear a trace, it works!

Unless you cut off your ears and completely cut off your hearing, you can avoid being affected by Sanskrit!

"Even me was affected a little bit."

Lin Chuan's eyes were slightly blurred.