Knife splashing

Chapter 75: A series of fierce battles

"What a coward! Why is this unlucky guy here?"

Sharifei screamed and hid behind the altar with a knife in hand.

Zhao Facheng was immediately anxious when he saw this. "You look so powerful, why are you so timid? I asked you to protect the law, so why are you hiding?"

Sharifei poked his head out, feeling timid, "That guy is very strong, I can't beat him, I'm afraid he will be killed in a few moves."

Zhao Facheng was also not good at fighting. He saw that Sharifei was very powerful and shouted all the way that he wanted to kill the monster with his own hands, but he didn't expect that he was just a fool.

The altar couldn't be abandoned halfway, otherwise he would have to start all over again, so he had no choice but to persuade: "What are you afraid of? I'll find you some helpers!"

After saying this, he made hand gestures with one hand and waved the magic sword with the other, picked up a few yellow talismans, lit them up, and swept them towards the altar, "Jiu Yuan Gui Zhen Sanyou Shenjun orders all the troops in the camps - hurry up and obey the order!"

clap clap clap!
In front of the altar, a row of wandering soul jars suddenly opened.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew around and clouds of black smoke billowed out.

In all military operations, there are three altars: upper, middle and lower.

The Shangtan is also called the Lubing, or heavenly soldiers and generals. Only those with authentic Taoist beliefs and ancient lineages can command them. They are powerful, but also difficult to summon. They require the presence of many high-ranking priests in the ceremony of making memorials and opening ceremonies.

Most of the soldiers in the Central Altar are the ancestors' soldiers, who have been accumulated by the sects for countless years. They are usually fed with incense and trained regularly. They are very powerful and obey orders. After being ordained, the disciples have the right to command and control them, but they have to apply for it.

The lower altars are the soldiers gathered by the Taoist priests and wizards themselves, which can be easily commanded. The disadvantage is that their sources are uneven, and if their Taoist skills are not enough, it will cause backlash.

Zhao Facheng also raised some, but unlike Chen Fakui, his soldiers and horses were not mixed with puppetry and could only attack souls.

But these ghost soldiers are equally strong. They turn into dark fog and black smoke that can be seen with the naked eye.

Seeing this, Sharifi suddenly gained confidence and rushed out again, waving his knife. "Yuan, take Grandpa Nisha's knife!"

He walked quickly and had beautiful thoughts in his mind.

People who practice martial arts, even Zhou Pan who has cultivated the power of transformation, are still made of flesh and blood after all, and it is difficult for them to be indestructible.

While Yuan Qu was entangled by the ghost soldiers, he could chop off their heads with just one blow, so he followed closely behind the black mists.

On the opposite side, Yuan Qu did not dodge either.

The method used by the medium is to use the body of a mortal to rely on the power of ghosts and gods for blessings, to see things with the round light, to judge fortune and misfortune, to find objects and protect the law, and it has many functions.

Therefore, since ancient times, many magicians have been accompanied by mediums.

But this method also has its drawbacks. Yuan Qu was disturbed by the evil aura and his mind was filled with murderous intent. He had long lost his calmness when he was sober. When he saw the black smoke flying towards him, he let out a loud roar, did not dodge, and continued to rush forward with his arms protecting his head.

Puff puff!
With a few crisp sounds, the black smoke was immediately dispersed.

Although these ghosts did not disappear and gathered around, they were obviously powerless to stop Yuan Qu.

When Zhao Facheng saw it, his expression suddenly changed, "Ji Tong puppet!"

But Yuan Qu felt equally uncomfortable.

The method of the medium also requires years of practice.

Sometimes you need to maintain your self-awareness, and sometimes you have to completely give your body to the gods and ghosts. Only after a long time can you move freely.

Yuan Qu was originally infected by the evil spirit and was barely maintaining a trace of consciousness. Now, he was hit by several evil soldiers, his mind went black, and he completely lost his mind.

His eyes were rolled back and bloodshot, his face was full of veins, his face was hideous, and he ran while roaring like a wild beast.

The ghost soldiers in front were scattered, and Sha Lifei happened to run into them head-on. Seeing their appearance, he was frightened out of his wits. He panicked and squatted on the ground with his head in his hands.

In the past, this behavior would undoubtedly be tantamount to seeking death.

But Yuan Qu's mind was confused and he still rushed forward.

Bang!
But he was tripped by the flying sand and flew out with his fangs and claws bared, just right to pounce on the altar behind him, and fell heavily to the ground, like a dog eating shit.

"Well done!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Facheng grabbed a handful of rice on the altar, quickly chanted a spell, then blew on it and sprinkled it out.

Puff puff puff!

There was a series of explosions, like bamboo strips breaking continuously.

The white rice grains fell on Yuan Qu and quickly turned black and exploded.

This method originated from the art of exorcising evil spirits with five grains.

The five grains are the essence of heaven and earth and have been used to worship gods since ancient times. Therefore, there are many exorcism techniques related to them.

For example, people use grains to purify the house and ward off disasters, red beans are used to drive away evil spirits in the south, glutinous rice is used to cure zombies, and there are also rice ladies who specialize in using this for divination and exorcism.

Zhao Facheng's jar of rice is often offered in front of the ancestral altar. It is stained with the scent of incense, so its power is naturally more extraordinary.

There was a ghost attached to Yuan Qu's body, and he felt the same pain, as if scattered burning charcoal had fallen on his back, and he screamed in pain.

Zhao Facheng's attack had not yet stopped. He made a gesture with his left hand, grabbed a handful of pine torch powder with his right hand, and threw it towards the candle flame.

boom!
Flames rolled out and instantly enveloped Yuan Qu.

He was in unbearable pain and rolled around on the ground frantically, trying to put out the flames.

This is the relationship between a magician and a martial artist.

With Yuan Qu's skills, if he got close to Zhao Facheng, he would be able to kill him easily. However, if he relied on his physical body alone, he would inevitably be attacked by the evil soldiers and be confused.

Chen Fakui used the medium's method to borrow the ghost's blessing, which greatly increased Yuan Qu's strength and made him not afraid of the ghost soldiers' attack. However, it also made Yuan Qu's mind confused, and he could only use 30% of his boxing skills.

He became dizzy and lost his balance, and Zhao Facheng took the opportunity to attack him.

And Sharifei behind him would naturally not miss the opportunity.

He tripped Yuan Qu and rolled to the ground. Seeing this, he picked up his long sword, took two steps at a time, and chopped down with both hands.

"Fuck you!"

puff!
The knife flashed and an arm flew out.

Yuan Qu instinctively turned over and avoided the fatal blow, but his arm was chopped off.

"what--!"

Yuan Qu felt unbearable pain, but he instinctively took advantage of the situation and climbed up like an old monkey, flipped his body, and did a beautiful side kick in the air.

Because of the pain and the interference of the ghost, the breathing was not smooth and the hidden force was not used in this kick, but the power of the possessed child medium was swift enough.

Sharifei was kicked in the chest and flew backwards, almost knocking over the altar. "Ah!"

Sharifei was also aroused. He endured the pain, stood up, and was about to continue attacking with a knife.

"Wait a minute!"

Zhao Facheng quickly stopped him and said in a deep voice, "He used the medium's magic and is not afraid of pain. He is seeking death if he goes up."

Sure enough, after Yuan Qu on the opposite side put out the fire on his body, he stood up again, holding the dagger with only one hand, his eyes rolled back, his face full of twisted veins and looked hideous, like an evil ghost.

Sharifi swallowed his saliva and asked, "What should I do?"

Zhao Facheng said in a deep voice: "To break this spell, you need boy's urine!"

Sharifei was speechless, "Brother Yan is not here, what's the point of saying these things..."

Before he finished speaking, he looked at Zhao Facheng with strange eyes.

Zhao Facheng's face darkened. "The boy's urine must be from a one-month-old child. I have black dog cursed blood, which is also effective, but it takes time to prepare."

"You drag him first!"

After saying that, he kicked Sharifei out.

"I'll give you a black face!"

Sha Lifei was extremely angry, but when he saw Yuan Qu was about to pounce on him, he rolled over to avoid it, then got up and ran away.

Yuan Qu's mind was unclear at this time. He was full of resentment towards Sha Lifei who cut off his arm, and chased after him relentlessly.

Sharifei's martial arts skills were not very strong, but he was good at escaping. He dashed, rolled sideways, and moved like a serpent, narrowly avoiding attacks again and again.

On the other side, Zhao Facheng had taken out a leather bag from the box at the back, poured the black dog blood into the bowl, lit the yellow talisman, chanted a spell, threw it into the bowl, and stirred it with his fingers.

"You coward, are you done yet?"

Sharifei was being chased so much that he had no choice but to run towards the altar.

"Lower your head!"

Zhao Facheng shouted angrily, leaped over the altar, and spit out black dog blood.

Sha Lifei rolled on the ground again, and Yuan Qu, who was chasing him from behind, was immediately covered in black dog blood.

"Ah! Ah!"

This time the damage was even worse. White smoke was coming out of Yuan Qu's body. He scratched his face frantically, and the blood-colored talismans on his skin became blurred and chaotic.

"Not dead yet!"

Shalifi on the side flipped over and stood up, lowered his body and rushed forward. At the same time, he turned his wrist, held the Guanshan knife in reverse, and passed by Yuan Qu.

puff!

A gap immediately appeared on his neck, and blood spurted out.

Sharifei turned around and kicked with his big foot.

Yuan Qu flew out immediately and hit his head on the huge rock in front of the altar. His brain burst and he died.

Sharifei breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed to the ground.

Zhao Facheng quickly arranged his actions and cast a spell again, his face gloomy. "Protector, wait for my last order!"

Sharifei quickly picked up the knife and climbed up, looking at the sky, his eyes full of worry:
"Oh no, it's almost midnight..."

…………

In the dense forest on the mountain, the battle came to an end.

Hu~hu~
At this moment, Zheng Heibei has become a blood gourd.

His entire body was covered with sword marks and he was bleeding profusely, especially his arms, which were covered with several deep scars that could be seen to the bone.

He was possessed by several ghosts at the same time. He had long lost his humanity, his eyes rolled back, veins on his face were twisted, and his body's potential was completely stimulated.

But even so, he was no match for Luo Mingzi.

If he hadn't instinctively protected his vital parts, he would have died long ago.

However, Luo Mingzi also looked unhappy.

He didn't expect these two guys to be so stupid.

A warrior's body is as precious as gold, especially for those who are good at hidden power. After using the medium's method, although his combat power increases, if he does not take good care of himself in the future, he will die early.

And this man could actually listen to Chen Fakui's ghost talk and be possessed by several ghosts at the same time, with such swiftness that he was like a ghost, making it impossible for him to cast spells to break the evil spirits.

Although it only took half a pack of cigarettes, it was still a waste of time.

Thinking of this, Luo Mingzi took out a yellow talisman folded into a triangle with his left hand, secretly fastened it on his back, concentrated his mind, and made several hand gestures in succession.

The change in the qi immediately alerted Zheng Heibei, who was possessed by a ghost.

"Roar!"

With a roar, he pounced towards me like an old ape.

Luo Mingzi did not retreat but advanced, using the Seven Star Sword in his right hand to make a cloud-wiping move, then he turned his body and slashed downward.

Zheng Heibei's left foot was chopped off, and he lost his balance and fell forward.

Luo Mingzi had already prepared the magic seal with his left hand, and he took a side step and slapped him hard on the back.

Bang!
With a loud bang, the ghosts on Zheng Heibei were completely dispersed.

Moreover, Luo Mingzi also used hidden power. The palm was so powerful that it broke Zheng Heibei's spine with the sound of bones breaking.

With a loud thud, Zheng Heibei's huge body fell to the ground, completely dead.

Luo Mingzi rushed into the tomb without even looking.

But when he was halfway there, his expression changed.

Chen Fakui was seen standing behind the altar with disheveled hair, holding a dagger and cutting three pairs of blood marks on his forehead, like three pairs of bloody eyes.

Blood was flowing, his face was hideous, and he was muttering: "The altar is in the netherworld, Daluo is unimpeded, the western daytime demon is Chi Sanming..."

(End of this chapter)