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Chapter 249 Lifting the Pole

Don't look at Old Liu hammering coffin nails into the mugwort villain, but the hit rate is actually very impressive. It took him a long time to nail just one.

The logic is the same. Back then, Lao Kang and Xiu Cai helped Ding neutralize the curse, and it was the same with Painted Skin Ghost. As long as he was not hit by the invisible curse and then destroyed the mugwort villain.

But this is easier said than done?

Because Lao Liu has no psychological burden, he can use the victory-wearing technique on the painted skin ghost mercilessly. If he doesn't want to be targeted, he must either destroy the mugwort villain or give up wrapping the ugly painting skin. There is no third option.

What's even more troublesome is that Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Kang are attacking with all their strength. All the talismans, incense, ashes, gossip mirrors, copper coins and swords are all thrown at the Painted Skin Ghost, making it difficult to deal with it.

If he had been tricked and tricked into winning, the Painted Skin Ghost would not have been so passive.

But it is almost the same as the opponents Zhao Sanyuan has encountered before. The biggest thing in common is that they don't know how powerful the four brothers are.

Poof - poof -

The painted-skinned ghost spit out two black tongues from his mouth and stabbed Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Kang respectively, which was even harder than a sharp arrow that came off the string.

The two brothers were on guard, but the audience in the audience were so frightened that they suddenly saw a terrifying hidden weapon.

However, the power was greatly reduced, and the Painted Skin Ghost had to devote most of its energy to guard against Lao Liu, so this level did not cause much trouble to Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Kang at all.

Two pieces of Li Jia Xin Liu Cui Fire hit one end of Black Tongue, and exploded into flames with a bang. Lao Kang then stabbed out the mahogany sword and stabbed the burning Black Tongue hard on the floor.

On the other side, Zhao Sanyuan was more direct. He reached out and took out the spray gun from behind his collar and pulled the trigger.

boom--

Dozens of steel balls wrapped in cinnabar beat the other black tongue into pieces.

bang bang bang-

Zhao Sanyuan emptied the magazine out of habit. The dense cinnabar bullets hit the Painted Skin Ghost's body, but did not cause any substantial damage. Its skin was full of elasticity. The cinnabar bullets could only sink half an inch before being ejected and scattered all over the ground.

Can't get through this?

Zhao Sanyuan was inevitably a little surprised. After all, the magic weapon combined with the firearm was basically invincible, and all the evil spirits it sprayed were good.

Looking at it this way, if you want to blast the Painted Skin Ghost's skin, you may have to use cannonballs wrapped in cinnabar to blast it.

The century-old ghost is indeed not simple.

In fact, it was indeed the case. The Painted Skin Ghost still had some energy left. It closed its teeth tightly and bit off two forks of its black tongue. Its figure became ethereal for a moment, leaving an afterimage that was difficult to track with the naked eye.

"Lao Kang!"

Zhao Sanyuan threw away the spray, grabbed forty-nine bamboo incense sticks in each hand and rushed towards Lao Kang. The latter understood what he was doing, raised his arms to lift Zhao Sanyuan into the air, and then immediately shot out two yellow talismans.

"Pro!"

The yellow talisman burned, and the bamboo incense wrapped in Zhao Sanyuan's hand ignited it all.

"Everyone is happy!"

"Spring comes from all over the world!"

"Listen to the scriptures and understand the Tao!"

"Sin destroys happiness!"

Zhao Sanyuan was spinning in mid-air like a small top, and the burning bamboo incense in his hand splashed countless sparks in all directions.

In an era without the coercion of wires, this move was amazing enough.

The gentlemen in the audience were thinking to themselves that at least it flew two or three feet high, right? What a bold artist.

However, the information presented on the stage was too large, one after another beyond common sense, and there was no time to think about it carefully.

In the sky full of sparks, the Painted Skin Ghost's figure is no longer ethereal, but has become solid again. The pressure on it is getting bigger and bigger, and the pain caused by Old Liu's curse is unbearable.

I wanted to kill these guys before, but now I see that I will be the one who gets killed first.

Temporarily avoid the edge?

no way.

A barrier is set up on the stage. If you try your best to break through the Bagua Liuyun Formation, the superficial appearance will definitely suffer a devastating blow. Even if you get the picture of the lady afterwards, you will not be able to achieve your goal.

The only way to be on guard is to be on guard against someone on the opposite side who knows the art of winning. Otherwise, you can completely change your appearance and confuse yourself, and these guys will never be able to tell the difference.

However, after suffering from the aversion to victory, Lao Liu could tell who was real and who was fake as long as he continued to prick the villain.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and you cannot use your full strength.

beat?

Even more impossible.

These guys are obviously very capable, and there must be some tricks they haven't used yet.

Then there is only one choice left, find a way to get close to Jiang Yang and seize the picture of the lady in his hand. By then, his power will be greatly increased.

Thinking of this, Painted Skin Ghost looked at Jiang Yang.

Ok?

wrong!

Where is the Zhao Feng Er who protects Jiang Yang?

He shouldn't leave Jiang Yang's side at this critical moment!

Not on the left!

Not on the right!

Not before or after!

Up there!

The moment the Painted Skin Ghost suddenly raised his head, he felt an extremely majestic pressure.

The silver light bursts out.

Absolutely super sect.

Lu Xiucai looked from top to bottom, and a huge facial mask and shield appeared in front of him. It was the solemn silver head revealing the charm of the treasure. It can be said to be a heavenly conqueror of all demons and demons.

Silver-headed Jiedi glared angrily, opened his huge mouth and bit the painted-skinned ghost.

Rumbling--

The stage exploded with deafening noise.

Unfortunately for the martial arts students and Daoma Dan in the Guilan class, the audience may have thought that the fight was not over, but in the Guilan class it seemed that the acting leader of the Guilan class had been beaten to death, even the flower spears had been poked out, and they had already separated. The victory or defeat, when 'Sima Yi' came out of nowhere, I thought it was a backup plan left by the substitute leader, but after observing for a while, I found that something was not right at all.

Because many things cannot be explained clearly, and they are definitely outside the scope of martial arts anyway.

Put it down and find another job to make a living.

In the hustle and bustle, the martial arts students and swordsmen of the Guilan class all greased their feet and fled behind the scenes. They had some conscience and did not throw the half-dead Gu Ya on the stage and drag him behind the scenes.

The audience was attentive and wanted to see what was going on in the hustle and bustle.

A large crater with a radius of five feet was made in the center of the stage. The Painted Skin Ghost knelt on one knee, one wrist was tightly grabbed by Lu Xiucai, and the silver-headed Jiejie took advantage of the situation to gnaw on its shoulder. The other arm was grabbed by the old man. Kang was locked with the immortal rope and could not break free in a short time.

Is it the Painted Skin Ghost's century-old cultivation level, Tai Shui?

of course not.

Arrogance is the fundamental reason that restricts it.

From the moment it successfully used Zhao Sanyuan and Lao Liu to deceive Su'er, it didn't take these guys seriously. What it despised was not their abilities, but their minds.

In a simple head-to-head confrontation, it is still unclear who will win or lose, but Painted Skin Ghost is not so passive. He really didn't expect Zhao Sanyuan to be so good at planning. Before the fight started, Zhao Sanyuan had already formulated the safest method. I was not prepared, thinking I could completely crush it.

Using Jiang Yang as bait is false.

The series of moves at the beginning are false.

Lao Liu's idea of ​​tying a villain is false.

It is still imaginary for a scholar to do the opposite and fall from the sky.

Everything is done to imprison the Painted Skin Ghost.

The red cap is coming!

Lao Liu no longer stabbed the villain, and Zhao Sanyuan no longer used the Golden Sword Technique to hack the Painted Skin Ghost. The two of them pulled a big red cloth and wrapped the Painted Skin Ghost layer by layer. It was at the Fengtian City flea market that they The old red cloth I found.

It's like binding a little foot, as tight as you can.

Here comes the key.

Old Liu took out the Wenwang drum, took a deep breath, and beat the rhythmic and exciting drum beats, shaking his head and twisting his head.

"Hey Haihai~"

"One step leads to two, two steps leads to three~"

"If it comes out at three or three o'clock, it will be like nine consecutive rounds~"

"It's about the sun setting over the mountains and the sky turning dark~"

"Turn around in front of the hall and pull the Rama God's gang~"

"Disciple, please light the golden lantern first~"

"Disciple, no matter how brilliant you are~"

"Burn incense and play drums to invite the gods to open your eyes~"

“People say the sun rises in the east and on the east coast~”

"The sunset in the west is over the Kunlun Mountains~"

"When you move around that chain, it makes a loud noise~"

“I’ll make a purchase before I come back~”

"Running from the south mountain to the top of the north mountain~"    "The hat I wear on my head is called the Sanguan hat~"

"Wearing Bagua Fairy Clothes and Shoulders~"

"Four railings of pennant around waist~"

"Woyu straw sandals for two feet~"

"Don't forget to prepare that treasure of three yuan~"

"The people in the main hall are monsters, evildoers, not immortals~"

"Don't let the evildoers change the branches~"

"Fleeing to the East, Dongfang Chaos~"

"Fleeing to the West, there is no sleep~"

"He rushed to the southern flag and shook it~"

"The water rushed to the north and flooded~"

"Don't go anywhere. Just stay in the middle of the main hall~"

"Stand upright and slay the evil and evil~"

Lao Liu walked around the Painted Skin Ghost like a drunkard and sang. In terms of his singing skills, he was more than one level better than Zhao Sanyuan. Anyone who heard it would know that he must be a great gentleman. His taste was so good. .

He is definitely the first person to perform a great dance on the stage of Luanming Pavilion. He is also dressed as Ma Su in Peking Opera, which creates a greater sense of contrast.

Zhao Sanyuan did not take the leading role this time. Firstly, Lao Liu was more skilled in this area, and secondly, he had more important things to do.

In each hand was a butcher's knife, all of which were old knives that had slaughtered hundreds of animals.

Lao Liu danced clockwise, and Zhao Sanyuan danced counterclockwise around the Painted Skin Ghost, sometimes slashing and slashing, and sometimes the two swords struck each other and sparks exploded, accompanied by whining and strange screams.

"Ow~"

The two brothers seem to be doing their own things, but the rhythms complement each other without seeming chaotic at all.

Gradually, the red cloth became tighter and tighter as if it were alive, and the Painted Skin Ghost's struggle became smaller and smaller.

"Grab a handful of yellow sand cave gates~"

"I hit the Gushan single-track station~"

"It doesn't matter whether it's sunny or cloudy~"

“If it’s cloudy, let’s go with the wind~”

"I saw the cloudy sky and the whirlwind~"

"Quick feet, come and help punish Yinxie~"

"Ow~"

"Riding on the clouds for a hundred thousand miles~"

"The two are driving clouds with thousands of heads~"

"Three Chai Yun Tou are coming soon~"

"The four drivers came to the hall feeling dizzy~"

"Catch the cloud head and let the tail fall~"

"Fire eyes and golden eyes~"

"Ow~"

Lao Liu's singing was forgetful, and Xiao Zhao's madness was completely in line with the image of mental illness in the eyes of ordinary people.

The purpose of this play is not to invite immortals, but to peel off the skin of the Painted Skin Ghost and let it reveal its original appearance so that the audience can see it clearly, confirming its inhuman identity, and then torture it to death. There will be no worries.

Zhao Sanyuan's core idea is to have both and to strive for a perfect solution to the problem.

Success requires precise planning and seamless cooperation, and among the brothers, only Lao Liu and Zhao Sanyuan can make the Painted Skin Ghost show its true form. Neither Lao Kang nor Xiucai can do this.

Of course, the level of difficulty was also very high, and both of them were sweating profusely after dancing for a while.

"Stop the horse's head and ask for the country's name~"

"It's the Yin Shang Tuogu Lao Chen Taishi~"

"Take along the Sifang hometown disk~"

"Grand Master, don't underestimate the age of this disciple~"

"If you look up carefully, there will be a connection~"

"Ow~"

"Don't borrow the four generals from the official camp~"

"Don't borrow chariots and horses to travel to the immortals~"

"Grand Master studied under Biyou Shenxian Palace~"

"I have learned skills for fifty years~"

"I want to borrow a magic weapon to kill evil~"

"There is the Qingping Sword of Tongtian Cult Leader~"

"There are also Na Kui, Niu, Yugu and Four Killing Immortals~"

"The Purple Gold Hammer of Heaven and Earth~"

"Pull through the heart to lock the six soul flags~"

"Ow~"

The big red cloth binding the Painted Skin Ghost had been tightened to the extreme. After Zhao Sanyuan screamed again, the big red cloth began to slowly expand, and a harsh tearing sound was heard.

It's like. It's like the sound of skin and flesh being torn apart forcibly!

When things got to this point, countless gentlemen in the audience finally realized that something was wrong, because not only could there be the sound of flesh being torn apart, but also shrill howls could be heard from within the red cloth. Anyone who stopped would have cold hands and feet and panic!

Many spectators in the front row began to move back, but only a few rows back. Out of curiosity, they really wanted to see the ending of the play.

"Pick up some magic weapons and don't dare to borrow them~"

"I just want to borrow the male and female dragon's double golden whip from Grand Master~"

"I'll beat you to unconsciousness, King Wu Dao~"

"The evil spirit is here to help those in danger~"

"Ow~"

The red cloth expanded bigger and bigger from bottom to top, as if a big red hijab was covering the Painted Skin Ghost's head and was gradually being lifted. Under the red cloth, everyone present could clearly see countless unknown things squirming. There was also black smoke coming out of the red cloth.

This is not finished.

When the red cloth gradually lifted up, what was exposed were not boots at all, but big dark red furry feet. One had eight toes of the same size, and the other was bare and bare.

The screams were endless.

The spectators who remained in the front row screamed as if they had seen a ghost and turned pale with fear.

That's right, it was indeed a ghost.

Lao Liu saw that the effect was remarkable. The rhythm of playing Wenwang drum was obviously accelerated, and the lyrics were also getting faster and faster. The frequency and intensity of Zhao Sanyuan's hitting of the butcher's knife continued unabated.

It's a pair of feet that must force the Painted Skin Ghost's true body out.

"Grand Master, your elixir is as strong as the rainbow in the sky~"

"Golden Xialian will be loyal for eternity~"

"Ow~"

"Think about the fox Daji who brought disaster to the country and the people~"

"Disciples encounter difficulties at the same level~"

"Anqianmahou helps me to tell you~"

"Ow~"

The most tiring ones were not the two of them, but Lao Kang and Xiucai, who were holding Painted Skin Ghost's arms on the left and right.

Last night when we were fighting in the air, we knew that the Painted Skin Ghost was really powerful, and it was very difficult to control it at the moment. Both Lao Kang and Xiucai turned red, hoping that the progress would be faster, otherwise they would not be able to force out the Painted Skin Ghost's true form. , his own shit was squeezed out first.

The red cloth lifted up more and more, including the two strange feet, the lean legs, the round belly, and the narrow shoulders, all of which were covered with dark red miscellaneous hairs. Because there was no epidermis, the red hairs were full of ferocious veins. .

Every time it rises a little, the hearts of the audience members will rise a little.

Up to the neck, the Painted Skin Ghost reveals his true appearance.

The noodles are so crispy!

Teeth like a saw!

Indescribably absolutely ugly!

Just one look at it has a huge impact on the ability to bear three views!

The audience couldn't even scream, and almost all slumped in their seats with eyes in disbelief.

Isn't it Sima Yi who is wrapped in red cloth?

Isn't it Liu Wa'er who plays Sima Yi?

What the hell is this!

(End of this chapter)