Undertaker: an Actor, He Insisted on Asking Me to Paint Dark Makeup

A sound wave gradually dispersed from the Soul Destroyer Bell.

The flying stiff that originally jumped high.

093 let out a miserable howl as if it had been hit hard.

He suddenly fell from the sky and fell directly to the ground, blasting a huge pothole out of the ground.

Soul bell.

It is a magic weapon passed down from generation to generation by corpse hunters.

Aiming at the characteristics of zombies that only have three souls but not seven souls, shake the Soul Destroyer Bell directly to make their seven souls vibrate and kneel in confusion.Seeing Fei Zong, he fell to his knees directly.

Hou Banyan couldn't help exhaling a long turbid breath, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said meaningfully.

"How about letting it fly stiff?"

"How about letting it turn into a zombie?"

"After all, I don't have to kneel under my soul bell, even if it's just for a second, that's kneeling!!"

Just like what Hou Hanyan said.

After only nearly a second passed, Fei Zong suddenly regained his mobility.

Although his steps were staggering and his head was heavy, the fierceness in his eyes did not change in the slightest.

Qing Xuzi continued to stride forward.

The golden light spell of heaven and earth burst out to the extreme, and the golden thunder and thunder lingered like a god, and the peach wood sword in his hand was even more magical.Su Yu, who was originally standing by and waiting for the opportunity, now also ran towards Fei Zong with a paintbrush in hand.

The previous yin and yang eyes suddenly turned into blood-colored fire pupils, filled with evil spirits, and recited in the mouth.

"Ming makeup has spirit, each has its own ability, raging fire Rakshasa, ten thousand ghosts can't invade!!" As the chanting of the mantra ended.

Su Yu's face slowly shrouded Rakshasa's dark makeup.

A monstrous flame was ignited all over the body, and the bloody suffocation was hidden in it, and the roar of Rakshasa's scolding resounded all around.

Fire Rakshasa makeup!

Not only can it exorcise ghosts, but it can also exterminate ghosts! ! !

At this moment.

Both Qing Xuzi and Su Yu did not have the slightest defense or resistance, and focused on improving the offensive.If the flying stiffness strikes suddenly.

They must be powerless to resist, and can only resist the attack.

Fei Zong, who was originally in a misty state, seemed to sense the upcoming attack, the blood-colored claws suddenly popped out, and the withered muscles of his legs were tense and slightly bent.The next second will attack again.

But not waiting for Fei Zong to jump up.

Shaking the soul bell, he stared at Fei Zong with one eye, and roared loudly.

"Your grandfather... I haven't told you to move yet! ! ! "

Hou Banyan suddenly shredded his clothes, took out a handful of cinnabar from his waist pocket, and smeared it on his chest.

The soul-repelling bell kept shaking in his hand, and he recited the corpse-inducing method in his mouth.

"The living will return, the dead will follow, Jiuxiao has knowledge, Huangquan has Ming, and since they have died, they will not leave the world."

"Drive the corpse and lead the way to send the dead, the yin people go on the road, and the strangers avoid it! ! ! "

With the waiting half-eye method, the recitation is completed.

In front of him, there is a path of the dead that is confused.

Hou half-eyed walking ahead, shaking the soul bell in his hand, and ripples emerged, as if guiding the direction.

Fei Zong, who was roaring fiercely, was sluggish for a while, and then he couldn't break free and looked at the half-eye position.

Jumping step by step, followed by half eyes, jumping towards the road of the dead.

Every time Fei Zong took a step, Hou Hanyan's face became paler.

What the corpse execution consumes is the mind of the caster.

Control the zombie like a puppet, making it involuntarily walk towards the road of the dead.

If it is an ordinary zombie.

With a half-eye of the current Taoism, it is enough to control the zombie's behavior for at least three hours.

But in the face of this flying zombie that is about to advance to a wandering corpse.

Every second, every step, seemed extremely difficult.

The mind of the half-eyed head seemed to be shattered and torn apart.

Ten seconds! ! !

It is the limit time given by the half-eye.

this tactic.

It was the battle plan that the three of them had negotiated when they first met.