The impossible meaning is that among the immortal techniques that Hua Lin learned, there are many people who can carry one bag, two or even five bags of salt to protect him. However, if he brought a bag of salt to protect him, he would lose one bag of salt elsewhere. The final result was the same. This is the tactic that seems brainless but is actually safe. When they encounter the enemy, they did not concentrate their efforts to rush towards Hua Lin, but still went in all directions, corroding the salt bags step by step. As long as Hua Lin and others did not defend in one direction, they could immediately expand and filth everything!

The circular formation is a defensive formation that everyone from wild beasts to military generals loves. The bison on the grassland often surrounds the circle, with sharp horns facing the outside, and defends against the wolf pack. These strange and terrifying "noodles" rely on their endless stream of companions to force the circular formation into an attacking formation that is not leaking!

Hua Lin wrote another high-level fire talisman and threw it towards the ground. This time there was no black flame, and the fire only flashed in the pile of "noodles" and disappeared.

He began to write the third picture without stopping. In front of him, more "noodles" gushed out of the hut. People with poor eyesight looked over and thought there was a white fountain there.

"Is that barbarian still alive?" Xiao Qianqiu suddenly asked.

"Although still alive." Hua Lin, who had the sky eye, could see the situation in the hut. Pai Gang still sat in the half-declined hut with a knife in his arms, thinking that everything was still in control.

"Is there anything special about him?" Xiao Qianqiu asked, "such as an item, or..."

"You want to say?"

"The Death-Worshiping Sect never stings on anyone's life. After all, the most humble monk among them can also let a dead man get up from the grave to do things for them at any time." Xiao Qianqiu slowly searched for all the information about the Death-Worshiping Sect from his memories. This information may not be reliable now, because judging from the formation of the Death-Worshiping Sect attacking Qiyun Peak, how strange it was that they had only occupied the foreign ghost country before! Or were they worried that the immortals in the Bai Eye Kingdom had magic weapons that they did not understand, so they endured until a traitor from the immortals passed on the message to them before attacking?

"You mean, killing that barbarian may block these things?"

"It is more reliable to burn him. Death is never an obstacle to the Death Church." Xiao Qianqiu said: "We will break the Death Church idols, smash their altars, and kill all believers who have an affair with them... It seems that they are still not doing enough now."

"Indeed." Hua Lin nodded, and he pulled out another piece of talisman paper, but this time he put the talisman paper on the silver knife drawn from his sleeve: "Then try it with that barbarian as the target - now some are pouring out, and there is less in his body."

"Only some?"

"It should look like one-fifth."

"One-fifth..." Xiao Qianqiu said in a lost voice. In front of them, the accumulated height of those "noodles" is as high as ordinary two packs of salt. As Hua Lin said, they don't even need to be corroded. They just need to pour out and can crawl directly from above the salt bun!

"If the qi, blood and soul of the barbarian cannot nourish them and produce more." Hua Lin finished what he said without wavering: "So I can't escape this time, so I'd better do my best."

Before Xiao Qianqiu could object, he jumped high and jumped lightly. As several "sweeping wind" talismans on his body lit up one after another, a light breeze blew by, he held him to the roof of the cottage - it should have been like this, but although the thin black flames on the heads of many newly poured out "noodles" were not yet heavy to the point of rolling, the "sweeping wind" talismans on his body were more than enough. Seeing that he was still five steps away from the cottage, he could not stop the downward momentum!

Hualin waved his knife and drew a circle with his body as his heart. The fire talisman exploded on the silver blade, and swept out a piece of white ground where he landed. He jumped on the ground and stood on the roof of the collapsed thatched hut, which was directly above the Toast. He flipped his left hand and another piece of talisman paper was pasted on the blade. He shouted and inserted it downwards!

If he thought it could be solved so simply, he would be a big mistake!

Countless surging noodles immediately filled the white ground, but two or three more pierced into his body!

They will feed on his flesh and blood, breeding more of their kind until they are thoroughly digested!

White light radiated from Hualin's body.

"Town." He said.

That is the glory of the key to open the mountain, and it is the treasure of the immortal family that once served as a magical treasure in the White Clothing Temple for two hundred years.
Chapter completed!