The indescribable Taoist Lord

The speed of the evil spirit is extremely fast, and it won't take long before it will eventually be faster than him...

Zhang San listened to the sound of wood in the village, the friction of branches, and the increasing number of evil movements, and his heart sank again——

Just how many monsters there were in this village, he guessed based on the sounds, there were already over a hundred, and this number was still increasing with the movement in the dead zone.

These things seemed to be more numerous than the weeds in the field, giving Zhang San a feeling that they were spreading.

He will definitely die, and when he looks back, he will definitely die...

Zhang San kept running away - he expected that this running away would allow him to consume his blood and energy better, until he was exhausted, so that he could polish his physical body.

After that, the master will definitely take action and quickly eliminate these evil spirits.

After all, my husband is watching from the sky right now, and there is nothing he can do to watch me being swallowed up by evil spirits.

Thinking of this, he glanced up while running away——

Where is sir? How could this be? !

This time, this man was a brat. The red-faced fairy boy, who had always been confident, was instantly confused. Not only was his breath a mess, but his mind was also a little unstable.

In the void, above the sky, the majestic figure in red clothes has long disappeared. Only the Taiyin Jade Rabbit hangs lightly, as if to mock him.

Zhang San's psychological defense collapsed instantly - who can withstand this?

It was precisely because of the confusion that Zhang San was almost strangled by an evil thing.

That's right, twist.

Zhang San was also able to see clearly the evil appearance during this opportunity.

The evil spirit is actually no different from the villagers, except that between the mouth and nose, and even in the other five orifices, there are many roots that look like straw but look like dark brown flesh and blood, and their eyes turn white.

What's more, the body exudes an extreme rancid odor, and endless evil things grow in every pore.

There are probably hundreds of such evil things. They are a village, and they should be a village that Ruyiban has passed through.

"The evil thing in Ruyi class."

Zhang San came to this conclusion in a split second.

These evil auras were so hidden that they even fell into a dormant state after Ruyiban left. And because Miss Ru was killed by Zhang Qinghe with the Star Divine Formation, there was no time to wake her up. All she needed was a fire. It can all be burned down in daylight.

Precisely because of dormancy and because the evil spirit was too weak, even Zhang Wangxing, who was patrolling in the sky, never found it - firstly, he did not use his soul to investigate, and secondly, it was this year, and there were several sparsely populated villages. Nothing unusual.

However, everything Ruyiban has done is such a "scarecrow".

A drop of Zhang Qinghe's fetal blood became the brightest beacon among these dormant evil spirits, as if water was poured into a frying pan, causing the village to explode within a mile radius.

Countless evil things awakened from it and still lingered in the world. The villagers who retained the most basic vitality suddenly had "straws" that looked like straw and rotten hemp, but resembled black and brown flesh and blood.

Crazy instincts drove them to pursue Zhang San. After breaking free from the shackles of the mortal world, although these evil creatures were not as good as the monks, in terms of speed and power, the mortals were far behind.

And because of their thirst for Tao fetal blood, they are also ferocious and crazy that ordinary people cannot match.

Zhang San, who has been cooked in fish soup, is just such a mortal. If Xiao San'er is used as the unit of measurement, then one evil spirit can be worth three Xiao San'er.

Zhang Qinghe sat among the rocks in the distance and took out a jade pot from the mysterious pouch - this was the peach blossom stuffed from Li Shaobai.

Li Shaobai also wanted to enter the coffin, so he took half of it from Yuhu before going up the mountain.

Thanks to the peach blossom brew and the red-grade spiritual food, otherwise God would not be able to make him remember to restore this thing.

"Although the masks and brocade clothes of the Heavenly Palace are mainly used to cover the heavenly scorpion and hide the aura, they can be upgraded with the cultivation of the god master. Wenchang's white clothes can already bear the residual power spread by the Dao Fruit series without being damaged.

Moreover, this mask and brocade clothes can only be obtained by starting from Dharma in the Heavenly Palace. In terms of the function of protecting the body, although it is not a Taoist weapon, it is equivalent to a spiritual treasure, and it has the blessing of a divine card. …

I hope he realizes my intention of coming here soon. "

Zhang Qinghe poured the peach blossom wine into the wine glass. Halfway through talking to himself, he paused with his hands and slapped his head in frustration——

"Hiss, I forgot to give him something to protect himself from."

Zhang Qinghe was about to get up, but he seemed to think of something, so he stopped again, continued to fill the wine glass with wine, put away the jade pot, took a shallow sip, and looked at Zhang San in the distance with a runny nose. Running away in tears.

"That's all, I can't beat him to death anyway. Well, drinking is fun, but it's a pity that a few fennel beans are missing."

Zhang Qinghe looked at the groups of evil spirits who were like puppets chasing Xiao San'er desperately. He seemed to think of the anecdote about being surrounded by a group of corpse puppets in Lantian half a year ago. He smiled - he swore that he just wanted to sharpen him. There was no intention of revenge at all.

"Hey, he ran quite fast. It seems that the medicine accumulated in the body has taken effect. This kid really doesn't run seriously for me on weekdays.

Running fast is a good thing. "

Zhang Qinghe glanced at it, and saw that Zhang San seemed to have burst out with an extremely strong will to survive. He was quite surprised that he hadn't been caught up until now. After that, he drank another drink.

"Huchihuchi..."

It was spring and the flowers were blooming on Mr. Bai's side, but Zhang San was having a great time playing Battle Royale. He could smell the evil and putrid wind beside him, and from time to time there were things trying to trip him down with their roots.

He struggled to break free and rolled around, but his left foot was twisted during the constant struggle, and he screamed in pain——

"gentlemen!"

"Sir, I'm hurt!"

"Sir, where are you!!!"

After all, he was still a child under ten years old. When he had experienced such severe pain, he still had the willpower to call his husband rationally without howling. This was something that many ordinary people could not do.

But above the snowfield, apart from the evil howling and illogical words, there was still no response, as if Zhang Qinghe had left him here and no longer cared about him.

Zhang San wanted to struggle, but in the end he was grabbed by the roots of an evil thing, pulled around him, and then twisted around Zhang San, trying to engulf him.

"The crying baby is fed by milk, and it's doing well. But just being clever can't kill evil spirits."

Zhang Qinghe looked at the scene in front of him and commented casually - in the distance, Zhang San had been tightly wrapped into a rice dumpling, and countless evil things climbed on it, turning into a putrid pile of corpses, as if they were about to be destroyed. This little child was torn apart and torn apart.

Merry Christmas!