This made the five or six remaining black gunmen more alert, standing back to back in a group, protecting Luo Yiyu and Tang Chun.

Wen Fei snorted coldly, reached out to the air, and a trace of golden light formed a talisman in the air, flying above the heads of the group of people, hanging high in the air. Then he said to Zhang Haohan: "Miss Zhang, you'd better hide in too. Master Xu's formation may not be able to protect you!"

Seeing this magical scene, Zhang Haohan was hesitant? What's more, there were many people in that place. When they lacked a sense of security, people were often willing to gather together. What's more important is that she knew that Wen Fei was very capable.

The gunmen were not grateful for Wen Fei's actions. Occasionally, the eyes that looked at Wen Fei were filled with hatred and fear. In other words, just now, so many of their companions died at Wen Fei's hands.

But Master Xu was different. When he saw Wen Fei's method, he exclaimed: "Isn't this the legendary Qi-gathering talisman? Have you already cultivated into the realm of human immortals?"

Wen Fei snorted coldly. In order to draw a few amulets, Wen Fei almost fought for his life. But now he can only draw a few fingers out of thin air to gather energy into a talisman. How big is the gap between them? Although Wen Fei took some tricks in the means, he did not use his own power. Instead, he borrowed the luck of the Northern Song Dynasty.

After research, Wen Fei discovered that the consumption of direct use of luck is amazing, especially in modern time and space. Using the luck of the Northern Song Dynasty, this consumption is even more amazing. However, painting as a talisman like this saves at least half of it.

But this is enough to explain Wen Fei's progress.

"Here..." A scent of cold wind with a bloody smell rushed in. The banging chandeliers could not withstand it and exploded.

An extremely cold aura suddenly came, shrouded by such a terrifying aura. Everyone had hallucinations before their eyes, as if they were shrouded in a sea of ​​corpses and blood. They floated in an endless huge sea of ​​blood, with corpses floating on them.

The hallucination lasted for a moment, and the talisman hanging high in the air shook slightly, and a buzzing sound and an invisible ripples spread out, rushing towards all directions.

When this shock wave reaches the gate, it seems that something invisible is encountered. It outlines a human figure in the air. But it is two meters away, and it seems like a thousand-handed Guanyin has grown a circle of arms on the body.

"Let's fire. Open fire!" The gunmen shouted in horror when they saw this scene. The weapons in their hands opened fire frantically.

Countless bullets had not approached at all, as if they were trapped in a thick sea of ​​blood. Bloody flowers splashed and then they were trapped in the air.

"What's going on?" Every gunman was almost shattering. Everything he encountered today was going to drive them crazy beyond their decades of cognition.

I watched the terrifying skulls with blood, fists, and even grim smiles flying towards them.

These gunmen are really fierce. Even if they encounter such a terrifying scene, they are about to collapse. They have not put down the gun in their hands. They are still shooting wildly.

The bullets were useless to these things. They watched the blood-colored skulls fly over and bite them wildly. Every bite, they bit off their large pieces of flesh and blood, making them struggle and cry wildly on the ground.

But at this moment, I suddenly heard a loud "buzzing" sound in my ears, very dull and heavy. They woke them up and found themselves rolling on the ground one by one. However, the skulls that bit their flesh and blood were nowhere to be seen, and there was no scar on them.

"What's going on?" The gunmen looked at each other. But some of their heads turned quickly and had already realized that everything just happened was just an illusion. The talisman composed of golden light floating above their heads had dimmed.

Tang Chun and the other three were not as fascinated by the illusion like these gunmen. Wen Fei was standing in front of them. However, Taoist Master Xu and the remaining Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the ground. They were sweating profusely on their heads, as if they were fighting desperately with their invisible opponents in their minds.

At this moment, Wen Fei's face was ashen. Grandma, he finally knew why he was so unlucky. This incident has been puzzled by Wen Fei and has troubled Wen Fei for a long time.

I don’t know when it started, but Wen Fei’s fortune became very poor. He was dizzy and brought the last batch of living things from the time and space of the Northern Song Dynasty to the mainland of modern time and space without bringing the pearls. The more risks they made, they were investigated.

Then I seemed to have not been able to go smoothly since then. I seemed to be in trouble, which made Wen Fei even more puzzled. You should know that he has merits and luck, so why is he still so unlucky? This is completely unscientific.

Moreover, when Wen Fei sat quietly, he found that there was always a very secret black aura that was born from nowhere, entangled in his luck. At this time, Wen Fei finally figured it out.

Since the first time he saw this thing, Wen Fei understood it. He even wanted to slap himself twice in the face.

What appeared in front of him was a huge demon god two meters tall, with three heads and twelve arms, with a bloody aura wrapped around his body, which appeared behind his head like a bright moonlight wheel.

"This is the demon god on the gold plate!" Wen Fei recognized it. This was the gold plate he brought from the Zhang family's ancestral tomb. At that time, he recognized the gold plate as the demon god of the blood sacrifice of the primitive witch sect on the plateau. However, the energy on the gold plate was weak at that time. Wen Fei was too lazy to use it for sacrifice and refining, so he threw the gold plate on the table.

Then, after Wen Fei found a similar thing from an unknown seazi near Qingtang City, he wanted to find this gold plate, but he could no longer find it. However, Wen Fei didn't take it seriously. He liked to throw everything around, but he couldn't find it when he used it, but often ran out when he didn't use it.

But he never expected that this gold plate would be stolen. And the stolen guy also made sacrifices for this gold plate... That's why there were dozens of serial skinning murders in this pearl.

In fact, Wen Fei also knew the person who stole his gold plate. It was the Feng Shui master Wang Jingwen. After all, this guy was unprofessional. When he went down the window, he had a small accident and fell directly. His flesh and blood were turned into mud, but it happened to be used as a sacrifice for the blood sacrifice...

Although Wen Fei was not clear about the twists and turns. But without thinking, Wen Fei knew about it. No wonder he was entangled in black air and could not cleanse it up, which made him so unlucky.

Although the demon god did not kill too many people, it successfully caused a huge city with a population of tens of millions to fall into panic... This negative power is extremely powerful.

"Go to die!" Wen Fei almost cursed. Grandma's guy made a crime, but everything was counted on me.

The devout faith of tens of millions of people can create an extremely powerful god. What kind of demon god can the fear of tens of millions of people create?

After Wen Fei drank, countless evil spirits flew out. They flew up and down around the demon god, but they were so scared that they didn't dare to approach it. Behind the demon god not only was there a circle of blood-colored light wheels, but there was even a black air like a lake and a sea.

Even these evil spirits seemed to be very afraid of these black gas and did not dare to get close to them at all. They just flies around them.

The demon god was approaching step by step. Although the eyes of ordinary people could not see it, in the eyes of Tang Chunluo Idioms, a faint black air could still be seen in the eyes of those people like Tang Chunluo, constantly approaching Wen Fei.

Wherever the black air passes, the edges of the air are twisted, and it looks very strange and powerful!

"Qi!" Wen Fei shouted fiercely and urged the evil spirits to go up.

Under the forced production of spells, these evil ghosts were reluctant to look at the demon god and rushed forward. When they encountered the black air protected by the demon god, their whole body seemed to be poured with sulfuric acid, and smoked with hissing sound.

Wen Fei pinched his finger again and said viciously: "Hurry as the law!" Suddenly, a purple air was raised, and these evil spirits seemed to have been injected with chicken blood. They began to become excited and no longer fearful. They rushed towards the demon god quickly.

However, the black aura protected by the demon god was transformed into countless fears and other negative emotions. One by one, the evil ghosts rushed in, like balloons filled with too much air, bursting out.

However, Wen Fei's current commander has quite a lot of evil spirits. He was shattered like huge waves slapped against rocks.

"This won't work. The black air around this demon god is composed of the negative emotions of many people. No matter how many evil spirits I have under my command, I can't break them. I have to find another way. Fortunately, this demon god is made of blood sacrifice and absorbs too many negative emotions. It seems that the IQ is not too high!" Wen Fei thought to himself.

Wen Fei can only use a little bit of the power of law now, and even because he is separated by a space-time world, he uses less power.

At the point of Wen Fei, Wen Fei can almost see through the truth of the entire world, understand the laws of the way, and thus deduce the differences between the laws of the two worlds.

Of course, this is just theoretically and it takes time. After all, it is still too short to condense the innate priesthood. Moreover, it is not deeply rooted in people's hearts, and it lacks the power of incense to supplement it.

Just when Wen Fei was hesitating whether he wanted to use his trump card, after all, he had to rely on the luck of the Northern Song Dynasty to fight such a powerful demon god, and he didn't know how much it would cost. (To be continued...)
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