Tiaozi closed his palms and clamped the rune blade tightly. Although he knew that this kind of risky approach was mostly a death, he actually managed to resist the ancient sword's progress.
"Impossible, no one can stop my sword..."
A look of shock appeared on the old man's face, this kind of move has always been blocked by people and ghosts, but now it is actually blocked by this kid in this way.
He was not convinced, and continued to cast the spell, increasing the thrust of the sword.
Tiaozi could feel the thrust of the ancient sword increasing sharply. Even though he tried hard to resist the damage of the ancient sword, he was moved back by the ancient sword. The muscles of Tiaozi's arms expanded like balloons, bursting into blue veins.
He realized that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to withstand the damage of the ancient sword for a long time.
A stabbing pain hit the palm, and the sharp blade pierced the palms of the palms, adding to the injury of the palm that was already injured.
pain! Huge pain!
He suddenly regretted making such a stupid change, because as the ancient sword advanced, the blade was deeply embedded in the wound, and the red blood was continuously lost. The pain became more intense and unbearable, but the desire to survive made him have to endure Persevere through the pain with gritted teeth.
The old man saw in his eyes, more proud, and increased the intensity of the spell, his palms gradually became white smoke.
"Just because you kid want to fight with me? You are too young, Muhahahahaha~~" The old man's laughter was almost powerless, and his two white long eyebrows were still constant when he laughed. Shake, completely without the previous ferocious temperament.
"Laughing so ugly, so embarrassed!" Tiaozi refused to give up, and insisted on reluctantly.
When the old man heard his laughter was taunted, he glared at him: "No one dares to say that to my laughter! Bold!"
With another palm, the old man slapped a curse force fiercely and hit the hilt of the ancient sword, and the blade slammed into the center of the eyebrows at the tip of the sword.
Tiaozi let out a bitter cry. The pain from his head completely lost his resistance. He was about to give up struggling. The blood between his brows suddenly flowed rapidly, and the color of the blood gradually stained the body of the sword, and a puff of smoke came from the surface of the ancient sword. Out, with an unpleasant burnt smell.
"Ha! What's the matter?" The old man suddenly felt his spiritual power vent, the ancient sword also slipped from the stick like a driving force, both of them were startled.
Tiaozi wiped the blood stains on his eyebrows and was stunned, but a few seconds later he suddenly realized.
He once understood in the Taoist book that the power of thought comes from the center of the eyebrows, and just now the old man used the power of thought to manipulate the ancient sword, but the blood of the eyebrows of others would destroy the spiritual power manipulation and make the driving force of the ancient sword disappear in an instant.
It can be said that the note just broke the old man's offensive unintentionally.
Good risk, good risk! Tiaozi exhaled. Although the injury on his hand was a bit serious, it was better than having an ancient sword pierced his head.
"Damn..." The old man is also a person who knows how, of course he knows what is going on. He did not expect that the murder method he was once proud of was hit by the halfway monk in front of him and dealt with it by mistake. .
Angrily, he took out several silver needles from his arms, intending to put the strips to death.
Tiaozi knew what the old man was going to do as soon as he saw the silver needle. The Rakshasa gate was known for the sorcery of lowering the head, while the puppet technique was a kind of lowering the head. To do this, the silver needle was one of the methods of descending.
Although knowing the enemy’s methods, the sliver is still unprepared. The speed of the silver needles is so fast that every needle penetrates the sliver. These needles do not enter the body indiscriminately, but into every main one. In the acupoints of the meridians.
Due to the darkness all around, the sliver could not pull out the needle in time, and the last time he was relieved was also due to the amazing spiritual power injection after Qingsha possessed, and now Qingsha was seriously injured, and he had to deal with it alone.
The old man quickly took out a palm-sized scarecrow from his arms, with a treacherous look on his face.
"Boy! It was just a little test, let you see the head-down method of Rakshamon! Muhahahahahaha!" The old man laughed again, and immediately pierced the scarecrow's shoulder with an iron needle. Suddenly, he felt a tingling pain in his shoulder. Although there was no wound, the pain was piercing to his soul. He had not yet relieved from the pain just now. The old man had another stitch down, and the sliver's abdomen seemed to be hit hard. , Squatting on the ground with a bow.
In the eyes of the old man, all this is just a prelude, and the next move is really putting his opponent to death.
The old man actually lit the puppet with a white talisman!
Although Tiaozi's body was not burning, it was still billowing with white smoke. If he didn't take any measures, he would inevitably turn into ashes like the scarecrow.
And his only solution now is to use one trick to break the law.
Among the Taoist Secret Techniques, Po Fajue is a spell that is very easy to learn but difficult to master.
It's just that it takes time to cast the law-breaking decision, which is completely impossible according to the current situation.
He must have another spell to weaken the effect of lowering his head.
Put a yellow talisman on the center of his eyebrows. It was used to cast the mysterious ice curse and left behind. Now he can only use this to weaken the effect of lowering his head. Enduring the heat, the sliver sits on the ground and starts to pinch. Pointing to the trick, he closed his eyes and muttered a long series of spells.
Soon, the body of the strip began to catch fire, and the raging fireworks from the head-down technique quickly completely wrapped the strip. From the outside, he had been completely swallowed by the flame, but in reality, there was a mystery. Surrounded by the flame, it was actually surrounded by an invisible force. Protected, completely isolated his body from the flame, the strip sat on the ground unharmed, completely unaffected by the external flame, and the puppet on the old man's hand was not scorched.
The old man suddenly knew what this kid was doing. He couldn’t let the strip succeed. He took out a longer and thicker iron needle from his arms and planned to be stabbed in the throat of the burnt scarecrow. Once he succeeded. , Tiaozi will be killed immediately.
However, the iron needle has not been pierced, and the strip of paper is lifted with both hands, and the energy of breaking the law has developed to the peak. A burst of energy tears the fireworks to pieces. The iron needles that have penetrated into his body are forced out by his spiritual power and scattered on the ground. The scarecrow in the old man's hand exploded, and the hurtful needle in his hand also pierced a hole.
The old man stepped back three steps, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, he covered his chest and glared at the okay note, he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.
"Smelly old man... it's over..."
Tiaozi knows that the old man's vitality is badly hurt at the moment, and he wants to bet on his self-cultivation when he declines. The more harmful, the greater the bet.
Just now, Tiaozi used a decisive blow to dissipate the energy of the lowering head. The lowering of the head will definitely backfire the old man. His life will be greatly harmed. In addition, he has manipulated so many walking corpses just now, and now the backlash hurts him more. Several times.
"You will break the law...you...you brazen guy..."
The old man’s tone was full of anger and unwillingness. How could he think that he was so proud of dropping his head and easily cracked it by one move. Popped out, scattered on the ground.
Tiaozi was angry and amused. A desperate criminal said he was shameless. Tiaozi has always practiced using evil to control evil. Such vicious characters can never be merciless.
Snapped!
The blood whip in Tiaozi's hand successfully slapped the old man's cheek, leaving a deep scar on his wrinkled face.
The old man knelt to the ground immediately after being drawn by the whip, and the blood from the scars slowly overflowed.
"Boy... I'm from Rakshasa..."
Snapped!
Tiaozi didn't want to listen to this vicious nonsense, and another whip was beaten out. The part that would hit was actually his crotch. Tiaozi swears that he was unintentional.
The old man covered his wounds, stared fiercely at the strip, and made a rattling noise!
"Boy..., if I hadn't lost most of my vitality in the war a few years ago..., it would not be your turn to teach you this way..."
Snapped!
It was another whip. Tiaozi couldn't bear the old man's death and being so tough. Tiaozi's most ruthless character stepped on the ground with one foot and asked harshly:
"Who did you say about Rakshasa! How many lives did you kill? Say!"
The old man did not speak, and stared at the note with unwilling eyes. Seeing that the old man did not speak, the note pulled the old man up.
"Boy..., I killed more people than you eat... I admit that I did the most recent homicides around here, and the Rakshasman forces are still... I advise you to let me go...otherwise you won’t survive for three days."
"Damn!" He lifted his foot angrily and kicked the old man's crotch. The old man whimpered, completely speechless.
Tiaozi wanted to kill this arrogant old wretched man, but Qingsha stopped her.
At first Tiaozi thought Qing Sha was going to show mercy, but he thought too much. After Qing Sha got up, he pinched the old man's neck fiercely, raised it to the top of his head, and took a breath from his mouth. Faintly white.
The old man trembled all over, trying to struggle, but he no longer had the ability to autonomy, let Qingsha kill him.
Of course Tiaozi knows what Qingsha is doing. He is absorbing soul power from the old man. If he changes to an innocent person, Tiaozi will stop it, but this is a murderous old man! This method of death is simply cheap for him.
"You guys...good...big...courage."
Qing Sha didn't want to listen to this nonsense, and immediately accelerated the rate of sucking. At that time, the old man didn't even have the ability to speak.
In one minute of effort, the old man’s soul power was completely emptied by Qing Sha, and his body turned into a dry corpse and was thrown on the ground by Qing Sha. In his mouth, there was repeated white smoke in the ear canal. This person snorted and died completely, leaving no breath at all.
"Qingsha, do you know this old man??"
Tiaozi looked at the old man's tragic death meaningfully, feeling a little confused.
It stands to reason that this old man should have no contact with Qing Sha. Why did she force herself to go up the mountain to kill him, is it just to drain his soul power
wrong!
Tiaozi feels that things are by no means that simple, and there must be more reasons behind this.
"Do you know the Rakshasa Gate?" Qing Sha asked solemnly.
Tiaozi turned his head a little and replied, "This old man belongs to Rakshamon."
Tiaozi knows a thing or two about the Raksha Gate. His history is quite long, dating back to the Ming Dynasty. It was originally a small cult sect, but later developed into a frightening sect.
In recent years, this sect has disappeared and collapsed. Tiao Zi has never heard of it since he took over the profession of Yin Marriage. Now I have encountered a member of the sect here. It is really intriguing to think about it.
"This person used to be one of the heads of the Rakshasa gate, but it is a pity that the vitality that was beaten by the Taoist priests was almost killed for many years, and he could only live here in seclusion, relying on walking corpses to collect grievances...like this. The wretched old man is simply unworthy to live in the world... "
Tiaozi was surprised that Qingsha actually knew the specific identity of this old man, but all this was contrary to common sense. How did a soul that had been sealed for hundreds of years know this
"What does this old man have to do with you? Why did you kill him? And why Chen Changdao became a walking corpse!" Tiaozi couldn't understand the cause and effect, so she asked Qing Sha.
Facing Tiao Zi’s question, Qing Sha smiled inexplicably: “I originally buried this Taoist priest’s body under the locust tree in the village. How could I think that the old man would steal it and make it a walking corpse? It’s not me at all. Controllable, as for why I killed him. Because he has what I want..., and you are not trying to fight the injustices for those people? You can be regarded as killing them for the people... "
Qing Sha squatted down and took out something from the old man's arms. It was only then that Tiao Zi realized that it was black silk made of the same material as him and the old man! It turns out that Qing Sha is here to come!
"That map has been torn into several copies, this is one of them." Qing Sha said lightly, putting the black silk away. "Take care of your fiancee, she already knows your secret, if you are short of money, there will be under the ruins of the house."
Qing Sha patted the sliver on the shoulder, then turned into a cloud of smoke, and entered Lili's seven orifices...