"Why hasn't the old man come yet?"
The ridge of the field in Lijia Village.
Russell sat on the edge of the field, yawning out of boredom, shrugged his nose from time to time, and drooled as he looked at the field mouse that was electrocuted and roasted at his feet.
Um.
It’s been more than three seconds. I can’t eat it anymore. I really can’t eat it anymore.
Uncle Jiu looked at him helplessly, feeling somewhat puzzled, based on his previous understanding of evil ways.
If he was protecting his own people, he would have arrived by now, right
He just glanced at the residual soul floating in the air and couldn't help but make a suggestion.
"Hey, young man, why don't you shout a little louder? Maybe your ancestor didn't hear you."
Remnant Soul:...
Uncle Jiu and Russell's arrogant attitude really irritated him.
The remnant soul no longer cared about its current state of imprisonment. Instead, it stared at the two of them fiercely and spoke word by word.
"Wait! You stinky Taoist priest! When the ancestor comes, I will make you two suffer a fate worse than death! I will eat you two up bite by bite!"
He had witnessed with his own eyes the old ancestor's extraordinary power. In a single thought, he dragged the entire village into a nightmare.
Dozens of soldiers with guns died without any resistance.
What's so great about just two Taoists holding peach wood swords and yellow talismans!
These arrogant and childish words really made Uncle Jiu laugh.
Taoists are different from each other. For example, one Taoist is from Maoshan.
Understand
Before Uncle Jiu could teach him a lesson, the residual soul floating in the air suddenly changed its expression, covered its face with both hands, and screamed as if it was experiencing the most painful torture in the world.
Russell looked confused by the pain. He looked as if he was about to be beaten to death.
He lowered his head and looked at his right hand. The Soul-Hunting Rope was lying safely in his right hand, without causing any other damage.
"broken!"
Uncle Jiu seemed to have remembered something and expressed his speculation, "Maybe his ancestor is killing people to silence them."
His face changed. No wonder he was always uneasy just now. This remnant soul helped the so-called ancestor do a lot of bad things. It was an extremely great contributor.
What does it mean that this so-called ancestor killed people without hesitation to silence them
This shows that there must be a very big plan behind this, a shocking conspiracy!
hiss!
Uncle Jiu couldn't help but gasp and felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that those evil demons were going to start another battle between good and evil
With a serious expression, he quickly took out a yellow talisman from his arms, pointed his right finger into the air, and tapped on the yellow talisman.
The yellow talisman instantly emitted light and stuck directly on the forehead of the remnant soul.
The remnant soul stopped struggling instantly, but his soul body visibly dissipated and became illusory. It wouldn't be long before he would be torn to pieces!
Uncle Jiu quickly took out his peach wood sword, chanted a spell on the spot, and whispered to Russell, "Bring the paper man here."
Russell immediately handed over a paper figure. Uncle Jiu took it, pinched it with his left hand, pulled the wandering soul from the air and stuffed it into it. Then he pointed with his right hand, and the paper figure instantly pointed in a direction in front of him.
"Little Russell, go quickly. Go to the opposite hilltop, walk along the Kun position, go straight for 300 steps, then go right. When you see the cliff, go straight in. The man is there!"
Uncle Jiu used his magic power to maintain the paper figure. "Hurry up and fly over directly. I can't hold on for long here."
"Understood!"
Russell spread his wings, disappeared in a flash of lightning and thunder, and headed towards the place where the old ancestor was hiding.
Only Uncle Jiu was left looking at the paper figure in front of him and the disappearing soul, with a look of worry flashing across his face.
Sometimes, demons and monsters are not as scary as evil cultivators!
People are always the cruelest to each other!
By the time Russell arrived at the cave, it had been a long time. He was blocked by the numerous formations outside the cave.
There were so many formations that Russell couldn't help but twitch his lips. If he hadn't obtained the Feng Shui inheritance of Zhuge Wuhou and the guidance of Uncle Jiu.
The dozens of formations outside alone would take him half a day to wander around.
"Who did the evil cultivators learn from? Why are they so cautious?"
Russell looked confused. Aren't evil cultivators supposed to be arrogant and brainless, waiting to be killed
Why are the monks he meets more cowardly than the others
Previously, Chen Laogou from the Hundred Beasts Sect destroyed the entire sect.
Now these evil ancestors have set up dozens of formations in their own caves...
Aren’t you afraid that you’ll forget how to get out and get killed by your own formation
Russell quickly entered the cave and saw layer upon layer of human-shaped spider cocoons in the cave.
There were also corpses scattered all over the ground and a pile of phosphorus powder that was glowing green.
He couldn't help but pause for a few seconds. The method of killing and the cruelty of killing were much more brutal than any monsters and demons he had encountered!
If Marshal Zhang hadn't happened to know Uncle Jiu, this so-called tomb robbing would definitely have seriously injured him.
It seemed that they were already too late. The largest spider cocoon in the hall had already burst open, and the things inside had disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the broken passage behind, Russell felt numb all over.
I was only nine years old, a very bad kid, how could you run so fast
Are you sick
Russell flew forward and picked up a paper man from the spider cocoon. The material felt extremely smooth and was obviously specially made.
That's really good, I don't know how they did it, but this is great stuff.
He stuffed the paper figure into his arms with satisfaction. Just as he lowered his head, a cold light flashed from behind him and rushed straight to Russell's heart.
"Puff!"
Russell was pierced through the heart in an instant, and lay on the ground with his hands dazed.
He died again and again.
A huge figure fell silently from the top of the cave. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be an extremely huge spider!
To be precise, it is a ferocious spider spirit.
Maybe it was a male spider spirit, so he did not have the charm of a female spider spirit. He was covered in mottled colors and was extremely huge.
The eight long limbs flashed with cold light, like indestructible divine weapons.
On the limbs, there were rows and rows of sword-like spikes, extremely dark and chilling to look at.
It slowly lowered its body, and looked with its scarlet eyes at Russell, who was lying on the ground motionless, with his eyes open in death.
After taking a closer look and smelling it, it spit out spider silk with satisfaction, wrapped it around Russell's body and threw it on its back.
With eight legs raised up, it walked out of the cave silently like a ghost in the darkness and headed towards the back mountain.
Trees were knocked down in rows, and the ferocious beasts in the mountains trembled in fear.
Soon, it came to a middle-aged man, who looked exactly like the remnant soul.
The middle-aged man seemed to be sure of victory and understood everything that had just happened. But when he saw the paper man behind the spider, his face changed.
"not good!"
You're just pretending to be a child, you know such a profound art of making paper figures!
You bastard! You have no shame!