The descendants of Taiwu are very famous

Chapter 294
"Hurry up! What are you doing arresting so many people?" Dangdang walked over and put the blade directly on the old Taoist's neck.

Facing the sharp blade on his neck, the old Taoist did not show any fear on his face, and shouted with madness in his eyes: "You are finished, Xiangshu's real body will wake up soon!! No one can hide, hide Don’t drop!! Hahaha!!!”

With a flash of the knife, the old Taoist's right ear immediately fell to the ground.

The angry voice sounded viciously threatening: "Quickly tell me, what do you people want to do?? Say no more, believe it or not, I will cut you into a stick!!"

Even though his ears were cut off, the old Taoist was completely indifferent, staring at Dangdang with maddened eyes, "What are you doing? Of course it is to deal with those pious sects. If you didn't come here to make trouble, as long as the deity is accumulating Some ghost servants, the Lion Gate has long been mine."

Looking at the old Taoist who is not afraid of life and death in front of her, the resounding face is very ugly, she really didn't expect that these people would actually start to plot.

At this moment, Dangdang suddenly noticed something, she stretched out her hand and grabbed the old Taoist's arms, a dark red book appeared in Dangdang's hands, with four big characters crookedly written on it, "Xiangshu" supernatural powers

After casually flipping through it, Dangdang said that the exercises in this book seemed to be some kind of evil exercises. By sacrificing human souls, they collected the evil spirit oozing from the real body of the underground phase pivot, so as to improve their own strength.

"Where did you get this book?" As soon as you touched the book made of high-quality rice paper, you knew that it should not have been long since it was printed. Now the situation proves that this old way is not the only one, I am afraid it is There are such people who believe in Xiangshu all over the Central Plains.

The old Taoist who lost one ear stopped talking, just looked at the ringing sound and laughed, his eyes were full of contempt.

With a "puchi" sound, the old man's right arm fell to the ground, and with a bang, he pressed the blade against the old man's neck again.

"Tell me!! Where did this book come from!!"

The old man who was missing an arm immediately fell to the ground unsteadily, but even so, he still didn't intend to reveal the slightest bit to Dangdang.

"Don't tell me, right?" Dangdang glared angrily, and punched the man directly in the stomach.

How could the shriveled body of the old Daoist be able to withstand such a huge force, his eyes popped out, his mouth opened and he began to vomit.

But what spit out from his mouth was not food residue, but a mass of solid black dirt.

The disgusting smell constantly emanating from the black dirt, this smell seems to be the smell of feces wiped with socks that have not been washed for a year, and then soaked in swill for three days and then taken out. .

"Master, are you eating shit? Why is it so smelly!!" Dangdang took a few steps back while covering his nose.

The old man ignored the loud curses, knelt on the ground extremely nervously, grabbed the black dirt with his remaining arm, and stuffed it into his mouth continuously.

Seeing the old man's actions on the ground loudly, he immediately felt nauseous, and immediately raised Hanyue to the top of the old man's head and chopped it down.

However, the scene where the old man's head fell to the ground did not appear in Dangdang's mind.

The old man actually grabbed the resounding Hanyue with his only arm.

At this time, his previously pale complexion had turned into dead gray, and the red light in his eyes brightened a bit.

As the old man exhaled slowly, a cloud of pitch-black mist spit out from his mouth.

The black mist did not dissipate after it appeared, but quickly wrapped itself around the old Taoist body.

Seeing this familiar scene, Dangdang didn't know what the old man was going to do, so he immediately held the handle of the knife with both hands and dragged it down, letting Hanyue return to his hand again.

——"Nine bulls and two tiger knives!!!"

The next moment, the old Taoist who was spitting out black mist was directly chopped off with a bang.

But even though the old man's chest had been slashed with a big opening where his internal organs could be seen, he slowly got up from the ground as if nothing happened.

Just when Rang Dang was about to cut off the head of the old Taoist in front of him, the black mist around the one-armed Taoist suddenly condensed and rushed towards his mutilated body.

The black mist rolled and condensed quickly, and after two breaths, a Xiangshu with eight arms and six heads nine feet tall appeared in front of Dangdang.

"Taiwu? Didn't expect us to meet again. Hehehe" Xiangshu waved his eight arms, and various weapons of different shapes appeared in its hands.

Back then, Xiangshu, who was a few laps bigger than this, was not afraid of coming over, let alone the small one in front of her. With a wave of her hands, she rushed towards Xiangshu in front of her.

"Peng" sounded.The weapons of the two collided heavily.However, in the face of the incarnation of Xiangshu who is a little smaller, he is not very famous in terms of strength.

With the ear-piercing sound of rubbing on the ground, Xiangshu's avatar was knocked back again and again.

Seeing that he couldn't take advantage of his strength, the incarnation of Xiangshu raised the other two extra arms below him, holding a huge broad sword and a sharp long knife, and slashed towards the loud waist.

Hearing the whistling sound brought by the giant sword, it was loud and naturally he would not sit still, and kicked directly to both sides with his feet up.

After kicking away the weapon that was sneaking up on him, his resounding feet didn't land on the ground, and he kicked fiercely at the chest of the incarnation of Xiangshu.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, Xiangshu's incarnation staggered a few steps back and forth with a loud kick.

Before he could react, accompanied by a flash of cold light, the four centipede-like arms on the right side of the avatar of Xiangshu were chopped off by Qi Gen.

Seeing that he was injured, he roared with six different mouths on the top of his head, and rushed towards Dangdang with his other limbs and arms raised. However, his lack of strength means his lack of strength.

Following the sound of Dangdang's feet lightly touching the ground, and the steel knife in his hand turning quickly, the other four arms of Xiangshu's incarnation also disappeared. ,
Looking at the Xiangshu who was about to be cut into a stick by himself in front of him, the corner of his mouth raised an arc, "Not bad, it looks good this way."

The nine-foot-tall Xiangshu avatar had no weapon, but still refused to admit defeat, bowing like an enraged bull, charging towards Dangdang.

Resoundingly raised the knife in his hand, and pointed at the Xiangshu in front of him, a trick of the immortal to guide the way.

With a sound of "噗嗤", the ringing Hanyue sank into Xiangshu's chest.

The pitch-black Xiangshu suddenly moved away, and the blackness on his body dissipated in all directions, revealing the gray-haired old man hanging in mid-air with the resounding knife tip.

(End of this chapter)