"Heavenly Lingling, Earthly Lingling, the first three disciples' halls are here."

"As soon as you ask for a magic gun to kill the evil spirit, wave your hand to welcome millions of enemies."

"Please ask the Golden Armor to join the Dharma Body and charge to the formation of the Immortal Soul."

"Three requests the messenger of the Lotus Platform to descend to the mortal world and clear away the evil demons and Orthodox Gods."

"Hao!"

In front of the altar, Li Daohua pinched the seal technique with his hand, stomped the ground with one foot, opened his eyes wide, and pointed directly at Hong Santu, who was sitting cross-legged in front of him with his eyes closed.

"It's not coming quickly!"

"The divine weapon and the gods are as anxious as the rule, and urgent as the rule!"

The mysterious magic tricks communicate with existence in the dark and bring down the thoughts of a saint of the White Lotus Sect.

"Swish!"

Hong Santu opened his eyes suddenly.

The originally ferocious eyes had become cold, and there was only endless murderous intent.

"call……"

He pulled up, a kite turned over, and had already held a spear next to him in his hand.

The tip of the gun shook and buzzed endlessly, like a lotus blooming, and the afterimage remained.

There is also a powerful aura from the battlefield of hundreds of battles that penetrates the body, and with the cold eyes, it makes people intimidate.

Please do magic!

This technique can attract the souls of the White Lotus Sect’s Lotus Platform Envoy, possess the believers, and give them strong strength out of thin air.

Just like Hong Santu.

He was originally just a street gangster who was good at martial arts. Although he was more ferocious, his strength was not strong.

Now, the messenger of the Lotus Platform possesses his body, his strength has increased greatly, and he has even more exquisite marksmanship. I am afraid that if he encounters people in the late stage of body refining, he can fight.

The so-called messenger of the lotus platform is actually a fanatical believer of the White Lotus Sect's Wusheng Laomu. After his death, his soul ascended into the Kingdom of God.

It is said that the souls of these people are immortal and can enjoy eternal happiness in the Kingdom of the Virgin.

"Jun Liang, take him over."

Li Daoxuan stretched out his hand and pointed.

"yes."

Mi Junliang bowed his fists and bowed, and the two turned around, took advantage of the night to strode straight to the ruined temple.

…………

Break the City God Temple.

The altar was also sacrificed in front of the statue of the god.

The witch Ma changed into a mysterious black Taoist robe, her eyes were fixed, no longer as gloomy as before.

Zhang Chuwu sat cross-legged in front of the altar, without any clothes on his upper body, and a vermilion brow was pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and he was in a daze.

"The sun is radiant and the sun rises to the east; I wish you a spell now, and you will be wiped out all the ominous things!"

The witch Ma chanted a mantra in her mouth, held cinnabar in her hand, and kept smearing on Zhang Chuwu's body, outlining the image of talismans.

Fang Zheng watched carefully.

But he didn't know that talismans could be drawn not only on paper, but also on people.

Although the methods of writing are different, the principles are similar.

Just like the head of a talisman, painted on the eyebrows, heart, and dantian, it is equivalent to treating the human body as a talisman paper.

The talisman gall is composed of several strange characters, including protect, Zheng, Zhuxie, etc., plus cloud patterns, and jade seals.

He looked at it seriously, and the movements of the witch Ma did not stop.

"... Those who encounter a mantra will be destroyed, and those who encounter a mantra will be destroyed; Six Dings and Six Jias protect me, kill evil and destroy demons, and have a spiritual light in my body."

"I am obeying the Three Pure Land as the law!"

As the spell ends, the talisman pen is lifted and the cinnabar strokes are also connected with the front patterns.

The witch Ma finished her pen and stepped back, pinched the Lingguan Jue with her hand, and pointed at Zhang Chuwu from afar.

"disease!"

"boom……"

There was no change in front of him, Fang Zheng felt that a stove seemed to be ignited on Zhang Chuwu's body.

A strong and yang energy suddenly surged out of his body through the talismans guided by his body.

This aura is strong but not violent, just like a big bell that wraps Zhang Chuwu in groups.

At the same time, some miscellaneous air emerged from his body and was instantly wiped out by this masculine energy.

only……

For some reason, Fang Zheng subconsciously felt disgusted by this aura and couldn't help but move his body backwards.

"Wait a moment!"

After casting the spell, the witch was already sweating profusely. She said to Fang Zheng and sat cross-legged in front of the statue and closed her eyes to enter into meditation.

a long time.

"call……"

The witch Ma vomited a breath of turbid air and slowly opened her eyes.

She glanced at Fang Zheng first before she looked at Zhang Chuwu, who was sitting cross-legged.

"It's almost done."

"Grandma Ma."

Fang Zheng took a step forward and said, "In this way, will it be fine for the fifth day of the lunar month?"

"It's okay for the time being."

The witch Ma's tone was indifferent: "As for what will happen in the future, it's a different story, but I feel it's so bad."

Fang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved for the time being: "Anyway, thank you!"

"Oh……"

The witch Ma sneered: "It's not your rescue, why do you thank you?"

Fangzheng was stagnant.

However, he had become accustomed to the other party's sarcastic tone, and he just shrugged and speechless when he heard this.

In his opinion, this witch Ma should have a cold-faced and warm-hearted personality, otherwise she would not have helped her.

"Don't think I really want to save him."

The witch Ma seemed to be able to see Fang Zheng’s thoughts, and snorted coldly, saying, “If it’s not…”

"The reason I saved him was to repay my good nephew."

She changed her tone and gritted her teeth and said angrily: "I was imprisoned. I have lived for most of my life but I will be imprisoned. I really think that I am old and can't bully you!"

"yes."

Fang Zheng moved his eyes and said, "Grandma Ma, you should have cleaned up the portal."

"Hey!"

The witch Ma turned her head and looked over, sneered at him: "You don't have to worry about this matter, you, an outsider."

As she said that, she stepped under her feet and approached Zhang Chuwu.

He opened his dry palm, bent his five fingers slightly, and pressed hard on Zhang Chuwu's forehead.

As her palm pressed down, the masculine aura also compressed and finally penetrated into Zhang Chuwu's body.

"Ahem!"

A light cough sounded.

Zhang Chuwu, who had been tragic by spells, finally opened his eyes and returned to his awakening.

"Thank you, Grandma Ma."

Along the way, although he could not control his body and his consciousness was a little confused, he knew the general process.

He forced himself to bow to the witch Ma, and looked at Fang Zheng with gratitude.

"Brother Fang, I'm working hard."

"All neighbors, why are you polite?"
To be continued...