Wow!

A burnt water column drew an arc and poured onto the tentacles, and countless water splashed on the snow around it.

instantly.

The Taoist shivered with his face up, lifted his pants and sighed: "It's great!"

Not far away, Lu Liangsheng leaned against the old donkey and stared blankly at the water stains on the ground.

"What are you doing?!"

"Don't you mean it? Use the enemy to defeat the enemy."

The scholar looked at him, blinked, and his mouth twitched.

"I have said nothing, just let you lead Zhu Ziyi's tracking spell to this tentacle so that we can get rid of him..."

Speaking of this, Lu Liangsheng was a little nervous. He remembered Pudu Cihang's cultivation level and slapped his forehead: "Go away quickly, that magic may arrive in a flash..."

“…”

The Taoist looked down at the tentacles soaked in a pool of urine on the ground, and swallowed "gu" with saliva.

****

In the suburbs of Tianzhi, there is a huge circular altar.

In the curtain, the vertical seal figure seemed to feel something, and the veins on the forehead bulged, and suddenly opened their eyes.

Soon, the sedan chair was riding, petals were flying all over the sky, and the team spread out.

****

“Gu…”

The Adam's apple rolled, and the Taoist turned his head: "That... might as well leave quickly?"

The two looked at each other.

For a moment, from afar, the voice of people came.

"They are right ahead!"

The forest was shaking wildly, and the snow fell to the ground. More than ten figures were lined up with magic weapons. In the middle, Zhu Ziyi took a step with his magic sword, staring at the old donkey crawling under the tree in front of him, gnawing on the dead grass.

"Ha... I don't even want the donkey."

Hum, the old donkey blinked his eyes, continued to chew the dead grass, and shook his tail.

Zhu Ziyi personally led people to chase and had his own power, so he would not use an old donkey in the world to vent his anger. He paused his words, took back the tracking spell, and withdrew his hand alone, bent down and picked up something with a link from the ground. It was wet and stained with mud.

....A monster.

"Hmph...smart."

Perhaps because he understood the other person's thoughts, Zhu Ziyi picked up the thing in his hand and smelled it, frowned.

...How come it's so sexy...

clang.

Dongdong...

Namo Ami...Namo Ami...Namo Ami...Namo Ami...

Suddenly, a golden cymbal, a wooden fish came, and a familiar Buddhist voice entered Zhu Ziyi and the monks under his command, and immediately looked at the snowy wilderness.

The line of sight is ahead.

Countless petals sprinkled over the sky, falling across the shoulders of the people who were spreading. The snow came over with the steps of the petals. The long dragon was in two rows. The expressionless black-veiled monk-hat maid held up the magic weapon and the handle of the stick. When she approached, the chanting scripture suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Figures stood there like wooden carvings, looking straight at more than a dozen monks on the ground.

"Good! Good!"

The crane-headed magic sedan chair came to the front and quietly placed it on the ground. In the high curtain, a figure with a vertical magic seal could be seen vaguely lifted the curtain and came out.

In a familiar scene, Zhu Ziyi's teeth were ground and his cheeks were swollen.

...This one is still there.

The next moment, he pushed his robe and gave an order, and the monks under his command on both sides dispersed silently and took up magic weapons.

"With the same spell, how could I be fooled again!!!"
Chapter completed!