Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

"Why is this little master so aggressive?"

"Niezi fell into the evil way of cultivation and took away this person's soul. He must have already used the evil way of cultivation."

"How can I continue to carry it on my body?"

"Now that I have personally killed him as a token of atonement, what else does the little master want!"

Tang Mingxin's tone was cold and threatening.

The pitch-black chains rang in the air.

The sharp tip of the gun, like a poisonous snake, was aimed at Tang Sanzan.

"Are you threatening me, Buddha?"

Tang Sanzun grinned, revealing his white teeth.

The purple gold Zen stick in his hand moved slightly.

The golden ring held in Jiulong's mouth trembled and made Zen sounds!

Spread out like water waves.

The Buddha's light on Tang Sanzan's body became even more blazing.

It fell on the weird hexahedron magic weapon.

It turned out to be the sound of whining!

The chains that were originally stretching teeth and claws were all retracted into the hexahedron in an instant.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a while.

Residents of Tangjia Town outside the house.

They also looked at Tang Sanzan with surprised and uncertain eyes.

In the depths of the pupils, there is also unknown fear and worry.

restraint!

These two characters appeared in the hearts of everyone in Tangjia Town.

A special magic weapon refined in Tangjia Town.

Whether it is dealing with evil spirits or ghosts, or Taoist monks.

Never been in such a state.

But today!

But in front of such a weird monk, he showed a state of timidity, even fear.

Artifacts have spirits, especially the special instruments refined by Tangjia Town.

Whether the enemy is strong or not, at most it can only make the magic weapon produce an early warning.

But such a direct timid and fearful gesture.

It is unprecedented!

a time.

The residents of Tangjia Town began to have a burning murderous intent in their hearts.

The method of refining the magic weapon that has been passed down from the ancestors and has only been developed until now.

Let them have a place in this terrifyingly revived world.

Gradually grow and develop.

Right now...a guy who seems to be able to restrain their magic weapon appeared!

This is obviously unacceptable to the residents of Tangjia Town.

In their hearts, the magic weapon refined by using a special method is the whole of their life.

It is sacred and cannot be profaned!

The existence of this strange monk... undoubtedly broke this sacred supremacy.

And the only way to solve this problem...

Tang Sanzan sat in front of the wine table, the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and colder.

"He is connected to the heart".

It is really one of the most weird and terrifying supernatural powers of Buddhism.

Although there is no terrible killing power.

But he is able to spy on people's hearts, exploit the loopholes in the mind, and reach the terrifying level of capturing and even controlling the mind!

Except for a very small number of people who have a pure heart and a pure heart.

Otherwise, there are very few people who can not be deflated under this supernatural power.

These guys in Tangjia Town.

He is not a cultivator himself, just look at it at a glance.

The vast majority of people have survived the innate realm.

The difference in the root bone is a bit outrageous.

Perhaps... this is why people in Tangjia Town have been studying hidden weapons and poison techniques for generations.

Perceive the vicious thoughts around you.

Tang Sanzhu's complexion is calm.

Starting from entering this city.

He already knew the truth about Tangjiazhen's so-called "tool".

It seems that for the Hidden Night Group, it is a mortal controllable device of vital significance.

Behind the formation of each piece, it is paved with corpses everywhere!

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Chapter 206 The Black Magic Umbrella

Xue Long and others.

Unconsciously.

It has gradually approached Tang Sanzan and others.

He stared at Tang Mingxin with great vigilance.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced outside the tavern.

Those people with cold faces seemed to have a bag pinned to their waists.

In the bag, you don't need to think about it.

It is [-]% the magic weapon unique to Tangjia Town.

That is something that can pose a threat to monks.

In Tangjia Town, almost everyone has one.

"Your reliance is useless."

Tang Sanzan said something plainly, then waved his hand lightly.

The invisible strength lifted Tang Qingshan's body on the ground.

A hexahedron with exactly the same style as Tang Ming's new shape.

It suddenly appeared in front of Tang Sanzan and others!

at the same time.

The slovenly and down-to-earth man standing on one side.

As if touched by something, he looked at the hexahedron in disbelief.

"One of my Seven Souls...in this box?"

He murmured subconsciously, his eyes still looking a little dull.

The origin from the soul made him approach subconsciously.

The strange scarlet inscription gradually emerged from the hexahedron.

The desolate man frowned suddenly, showing a little pain.

The existence of that inscription seemed to block his connection with the hexahedron!

at this time.

A beam of pure Buddha light fell on the hexahedron.

The original scarlet inscription made a weird sizzling sound and was wiped out instantly.

Lost the shackles of the inscription.

The hexahedron fell directly into the arms of the down-and-out man like a baby swallow returning to its nest.

There is quite a feeling of water and milk blending.

Humans and instruments come from the same source, as if they should be one!

Seeing this scene, Tang Mingxin turned pale instantly.

"Ugh..."

An old sigh came.

Tang Yuanhe has an elderly and slightly stooped figure, leaning on a black umbrella.

Appeared outside the tavern.

The surrounding residents stood behind him with respectful expressions on their faces.

In the shadows not far away.

Ah Da's face was extremely ugly.

The sleeve arrow in his hand has not yet had time to launch, killing people and killing people.

Tang Sanzan had already found the magic weapon they had forged from Tang Qingshan's body.

A magic weapon refined from the three souls and seven souls of human beings.

Ruo spread out.

The entire Tangjia Town is tantamount to being labeled as a demon heretic!

Even...the magical weapons they forged are far more spiritually powerful than ordinary evil weapons.

"The old man is late." Tang Yuanhe's old face was full of helplessness, "Then... I can only ask you to stay here."

"The secrets of Tangjia Town cannot be revealed, even if it will arouse the suspicion of the Yinye Group, this old man has no choice but to do so."

"Young man, why do you have to be so serious and care about everything?"

"Sometimes... things can't be seen too clearly..."

Tang Yuanhe's voice gradually became icy cold.

The black umbrella in his hand was quietly opened without knowing when.

The umbrella bone seemed to come alive, turning into ferocious and sharp spikes.

The black umbrella turned into countless tiny black threads.

Enveloped the entire tavern!

At the tip of the umbrella, there is a small pitch-black hole, exuding a palpitating breath.

"No! Lord Patriarch, I'm still useful, you can't kill me too!"

It has not waited for Tang Sanzan and others to respond.