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Chapter 398 Feihong Picking Flowers
How does it feel to be buried alive?

Trapped in the sticky, cold sand, it feels as if you are being caressed by countless rotten hands until they grip your spine.

I couldn't open my eyes, and even if I managed to squint a little, all I saw was chaos, and my nose and mouth were already filled with the fishy smell of earth.

The most clear perception is the extreme tearing feeling of suffocation, as the oxygen in your lungs is madly squeezed. You don't know how many times you have exceeded the limit, and each time the burning sensation in your lungs increases exponentially.

You understand that you are about to die, and you are heading towards destruction with clear perception and perfect reason. Compared with the mortal body, the strangulation of the spirit can bring a person to the brink of collapse.

You also understand that no matter how you cry for help, no one will hear you.

You thought, after doing so much in vain and burying so many dead people, that one day you would have such a thing.
The short and fat Yin-Yang Master was sure that Liu Mangfan was about to reach his limit, but the wound on his butt was getting more and more painful, which made him feel that it was not enough to just suffocate Liu Mangfan to death, so he used his hand to "brush" a one-foot-circular earthless space, allowing Liu Mangfan to appreciate his expression as a winner before he died.

To kill someone is to kill one's heart.

Liu Mangfan, who felt something strange, was finally able to open his eyes and see his opponent's face clearly. However, he had no time to mock the Japanese for his ugly appearance. He reflexively wanted to take a breath, even half a breath would do.

But where is the oxygen in this sealed space?
Seeing this, the short and fat Yin-Yang master laughed heartily. Nothing could be more pleasing than this moment.

In terms of Fu Gang Yin Jue, it might not be top-notch, but with this one move, he could kill countless masters who were stronger than him. Appreciating their struggle and desperate expressions before their death is absolutely priceless.

However, the short and fat Onmyoji soon realized that something was wrong.

At this moment, some of the prey that passed by tried to beg for mercy, while others cursed angrily. All of these actions would accelerate their death, because there was no oxygen in this sealed small space.

But Liu Mangfan neither begged for mercy nor started to scold. Instead, he used his limited strength to take out a large wolf hair brush from his arms and then plucked out all the tail hairs.

This operation completely confused the short and fat Onmyoji.

What do you mean?
Do you want to write an elegy for yourself before you die?
What is the purpose of plucking hair?
Just as the short and fat Yin-Yang master was puzzled, Liu Mangfan held the plucked brush in his mouth, and then squeezed out his last bit of strength to pinch out a piece of talisman paper.

In terms of attitude, the short and fat Onmyoji had no intention of underestimating the enemy, and even when facing Liu Mangfan's dying attack, he was able to resolve it without any danger.

From experience, at this point, victory is a sure thing and all struggles seem futile.

More importantly, the short and fat Yin-Yang Master was almost at his limit. He didn’t want to waste his energy on useless movements, so he might as well watch Liu Mangfan bluff.

This decision would soon cost him his life.

wind.

Moved.

Hanyu angle.

The sound of Jiao belongs to wood.

Wood is the palace sound and official ghost.

The power of self-denial.

The Lord is dead.

When a funeral comes, sit in Bing and face Ren.

Big bad.

As countless thoughts flashed through Lu Xiucai's mind, he took a step and a half back, with his left foot forward and his right foot behind, continuously changing seals with his hands while chanting mantras.

"The word 'Om' is not empty, it shows great magical power!"

"Ghosts are lurking in the myriad forms!"

The moment the spell ended, Lu Xiucai placed his right thumb on his index finger, and stretched out the last three fingers to form a magic sword, and chopped down in the direction of the Ren position.

The next moment, the ghost ninja that had been in front of him was cut in half with a single sword, and turned into agitated ink that flew everywhere. The power was so strong that it was impossible to tell that Lu Xiucai was at a disadvantage.

How could he have escaped danger several times in the stinging curtain after his five senses were disturbed?

Wind angle technique!
Even if he couldn't see, hear or smell, he could still tell where the danger came from. However, touch was his only remaining sense that he could use, and he had to break through as soon as possible, otherwise he would surely die if he lost all five senses.

Don't expect your brothers to come to help you. Although we don't know the situation clearly now, we don't expect that their lives will be easier than yours.

Especially Brother Liu, he was dragged down there and talked for at least two minutes, right?
His smoker's broken lungs won't last much longer.

After breaking through the attack once again, Lu Xiucai did not hesitate at all and hurriedly used the copper-gilt diamond hook to dig the soil under his feet. Unfortunately, the progress was too slow and he did not have much spare energy when fighting the enemy.

"Brother Liu! Brother Liu, if you are still fucking alive, just respond!!!"

The result was naturally no response. Even if there was, Lu Xiucai didn't have the energy to perceive it.

After all, the mustache Yin-Yang master is no decoration. He has set up a fatal sting curtain specifically for him, Lu Xiucai, and is determined to take him down.

In a flash, three armored warriors rushed out from the curtains around them, each holding a naginata and killing them.

Feeling the sudden change in wind speed, Lu Xiucai shuddered all over.

He thanked the old man countless times in his heart. If he hadn't been given special treatment, he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until now.

Disaster wind!

The soldiers are coming!
The flood killed people!

Direction: Northwest
After determining where the "evil" came from in a very short time, Lu Xiucai put his left palm down and hit it hard with his right fist.

"There is a cow next to the word kou, the original body of Emperor Xuan should not be left behind!"

"Always wipe away the dust, and turn the river water back to its original flow!"

"Hum!!!"

This word "Hung" seemed to have supreme magical power. With just one word, it shattered the ghost warrior two meters away.

and also!

Direction: Southwest Ding Geng
The distance is right in front of you!

No time to chant any mantras!

In a flash, Lu Xiucai changed his finger gestures, stretched out his right hand, and pinched his thumb, middle finger, and ring finger together, pinching the ghost warrior's wrist.

Then he gently turned his palm over.

The second ghost warrior was broken by the finger, twisting and spreading from the wrist to the torso, like a fried hemp twist from Tianjin, and finally turned into a pool of ink and returned to its origin.

Buddha picked up the flowers and Kasyapa smiled.

Fingers!
But before the second ghost warrior's ink splashed on his body, Lu Xiucai had no time to feel relieved. He only had time to turn around and retreat half a step diagonally to the rear.

Everything else is up to God.

Because he definitely couldn't resolve the third one.

Drops of blood mixed with ink fell.

The naginata penetrated three inches into the bone and hit Lu Xiucai's right shoulder directly.

"Damn it, it hurts more than a real knife"

Lu Xiucai, who was almost stabbed to death, smiled bitterly. Although he avoided being stabbed in the head, he just didn't die on the spot.

Hold the blade tightly with both hands, trying not to let it apply any more pressure.

However, the power of this ghost warrior was even greater than expected, and he forced Lu Xiucai to kneel on one knee, in unbearable pain.

He actually wanted to crush the bastard with his fingertips.

But this thing is like the Three Emperors Sword, you can’t use it whenever you want.

The mustached Yin-Yang master behind the "curtain" put down his crimson pen and gasped.

In fact, he was not feeling well either. It was quite strenuous for him to mobilize three top-level ghost warriors at the same time. He couldn't understand how Lu Xiucai could determine the attack direction when his five senses were disturbed.

It would be fine if it happened once or twice, but it has happened five or six times. It is simply unbelievable.

No wonder the higher-ups ordered to capture as many as possible alive, these Chinese people really do have fascinating secrets.

But the result is good after all. Now that we are close to him, it will be extremely difficult for this kid to cast spells. Once we capture him and bring him back to Luda, we will have plenty of time to dig out everything he knows.

The next moment, the ghost warrior suddenly dropped the naginata in his hand, pulled out the two wakizashi from his waist with both hands, and slashed at Lu Xiucai's neck from the left and right.

The dark mist in the helmet seemed to be mocking the fool for not knowing his place.

(End of this chapter)