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575,three prayers(2/2)(1/2)

Boom boom boom boom!

Gray fog lingers around,

A black flag with a red background hangs from the sky, swinging behind the altar with many animal bones, human heads, and even bloody human limbs!

The 'Master Wutou', who had a fleshy face, wore a black robe, and a black turban on his head, put his sword finger between his eyebrows, and violently trampled the Eight Immortals Table under his feet, making a dull sound!

This 'Master Wutou' stands on a high platform made up of seven layers of Eight Immortals tables stacked on top of each other.

Every time the soles of his feet stepped on the Eight Immortals Table, the seven-story high platform made an overwhelmed groan, and the seven Eight Immortals Tables trembled uncontrollably!

suddenly!

‘Master Wutou’ opened his eyes, opened his mouth and sprayed a bloody arrow onto a blank tablet made of white paper folded on the altar!

Blood arrows splashed on the blank tablet,

A row of Chinese characters actually formed - 'birthday at noon on June 15th of such and such a year' - and the blood actually outlined Su Wu's birth date on the tablet!

Seeing the birthday figures displayed on the tablet, a smile appeared on the face of Master Wutou. At the four corners of the Eight Immortals Table where he was standing, there was a young man with his feet on the corners of the table. They were constantly adjusting their postures to keep the center of gravity of the Eight Immortals Table.

Keep it steady so it doesn't collapse instantly.

Seeing ‘Master Wutou’ smile on his face,

The sturdy young man standing in the northeast corner immediately asked: "Father, can you see the birth date of that man?"

The ‘Master Wutou’ whom he called his father nodded.

He said with a gloomy look: "This pair of masters and disciples from Lushan Mountain in Youzhou are indeed very capable - it is basically impossible to go head-to-head with them and defeat them!

but,

They were so powerful that they underestimated the world's magic and were arrogant - the young Taoist didn't even flinch when faced with the 'Evil God's Palanquin'. There was no defense between his mind and body, and he was directly carried back by the 'Evil God's Palanak'.

His birthday and horoscope!

Now, I will ask the Red Evil God to descend on me.

Pay homage to his tablet!

See if I don’t worship him to death!

I must let the bearded man have a taste of what it feels like to lose a beloved disciple!"

A look of sorrow flashed through the eyes of Master Wutou. The short and sturdy Master Wutou took off four flags from the altar, threw them into the air above the altar, and at the same time chanted a curse: "

Red Evil God, Red Evil God, please come to my door now. My door is on the east side of the road, and there are thousands of immortal pines in front of it..."

Master Wu Tou recited the incantation in a long tone,

The sentences in his mouth that were originally quite clear gradually became vague and blurry.

Some cold and incomprehensible syllables were mixed into the normal sentences.

A chilly feeling rippled around the seven-story Eight Immortals Table.

The four young men standing at the four corners of the Eight Immortals Table kept changing their postures, shuddering in the cold and strange rhyme. The moment Master Wutou finished reciting the long spell, the lingering rhyme suddenly became extremely rich.

!

The blood flowing in the gray mist suddenly became thicker,

A pair of pale palms stretched out from the void, caressing the neck of the strong young man who had just called 'Master Wutou' as his father.

The sturdy young man's eyes widened,

Standing upright at the corner of the Eight Immortals Table,

As if his soul had been sucked out, he stood there dumbly.

Boom!

Master Wutou stamped his foot,

The high platform of the Eight Immortals Table on the seventh floor shook and trembled.

This dull sound seemed to have a special power, and it immediately made the sturdy young man turn around from a state of being lost, and looked at Master Wutou in front of the altar in horror, his father: "Dad

,Dad, you, you, you—you only have me as a son now!"

"do not be afraid!

The young Taoist who worshiped him to death this time must be a sure shot.

You'll be fine!

I just want to lend you my body for now.

My son, just think that you have slept!"

Master Wutou turned to look at the burly young man, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke to the burly young man with firm eyes.

The strong young man cried sadly: "Father, you are using my life to do this.

If anything goes wrong——"

"You are my eldest son, I will not let you make any mistakes.

no matter what,

I have to save your life,

Don't worry!" The cold charm wrapped around his neck, and a feeling as if a pair of cold hands were caressing his neck emerged at this time. He was anxious, but his eyes towards the strong young man became more determined. And be sure.

Seeing his eyes,

The sturdy young man finally suppressed the fear in his heart, pursed his lips, and said after a long time: "Father, it all depends on you! My son's life is all in your hands!"

Master Wutou nodded vigorously.

The sturdy young man closed his eyes again.

The moment he closed his eyes, his face suddenly became as pale as paper, and his body stood at the corner of the Eight Immortals Table, frozen there, as if his soul had been taken away.

The cold and strange feeling wrapped around Master Wutou's neck, as well as the feeling as if a pair of cold hands were caressing his neck, suddenly disappeared at this moment. Master Wutou faced the white paper tablet,

A strong sense of uneasiness suddenly arose in my heart,

He turned around and saw his son, who was frozen at the corner of the table.

then,

He also picked out a few arrows from the incense burner in the center of the altar, threw them into the air, and said: "White, three altars on the left and right, come with me to worship the tablets!"

Several command arrows fell down from the seven-story high platform,

Around the high platform,

Several other jet-black flags hidden in the mist began to tremble and writhe!

After doing this, Master Wutou finally calmed down. He glanced at the other three disciples who were standing at the corner of the table and scolded: "Guard the Taoist altar!

If the Taoist altar collapses, you will be the first to die!"

"Yes!" the disciples responded one after another.

Master Wutou turned around, holding a stick of incense in his hand, and bowed respectfully towards the temporary tablet made of white paper.

On the several altars surrounding the main altar, Master Wutou with black cloth on his head was also holding a stick of incense and facing the white card with "Su Wu's birth date" written on it. He took his seat and bowed down respectfully.

at this time,

The Great Master of the Huntian Taoist Altar invited the "Red Evil God" to attach himself to his beloved son and join the Huntian Taoist Altar.

As the 'Altar Master' in the Taoist altar, he can naturally use the power of the 'Red Evil God' listed in the Taoist altar. His current status is equivalent to the Red Evil God in the real world.

In this way, with the help of the person of the ‘Red Evil God’, I respectfully bow to the destiny of a young Taoist—there is a high possibility that the other party will not be able to bear such a bow!

Only by relying on this important method,

Master Chuandu doesn’t even know how many opponents he has killed!

Now, because the Red Evil God has chosen the flesh shell of his son to attach himself to and descend, he does not want anything to happen to his only remaining son, so he naturally becomes more cautious and cautious in his actions to ensure nothing goes wrong. For this reason, he has ordered the few remaining altars to be different from his own. Let's 'worship the tablet' together!

After making so much preparation,

He was sure that after he bowed three times, the young Taoist priest behind the tablet would definitely die!

Nothing will go wrong!

Master Chuandu inserted the incense stick into the incense burner,

Kneel down on the table of the Eight Immortals, rest your forehead on the cold table, and slowly complete your prostrations.

a bow,

The white paper tablet on the altar began to burn.

Two prayers,

The completely burnt white paper tablet was blown away by the cold wind, and a dark portal emerged from the altar.

three prayers,
To be continued...
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