Chapter 1004

As for Maoshan Taoist, Mo Wudao is more interesting.

Mo Wudao joined the Maoshan sect when he was young. Although his martial arts are not very good, and the Taoism of shanzimen doesn't like to practice, he is absolutely firm enough in Taoism.

Even if the face is the strength of the terrible drought!

Seeing the appearance of Zhuo, Mo Wudao, although he was instinctively afraid for a moment, did not flinch. When he saw Bai xian'er blocking the drought, Mo Wudao quickly opened his old package.

Mo Wudao opened the package as if it was a treasure bag. There were a lot of rotten things in it.

He first picked up a large jar, lifted his hand and unscrewed the lid. It contained glutinous rice with white flowers.

Mo Wudao immediately grabbed a large number of words in his mouth, and then raised his hand and used his technique to hit the drought in the distance.

His technique is good, the glutinous rice crackles and splashes all over his body, but there is nothing wrong with the dry rice.

"It doesn't work as expected..."

Mo Wudao looked at it eagerly for a long time, and found that there was nothing wrong with it. He murmured, his eyes turned, he put down the jar, and grabbed a bunch of copper coins.

This is the real money of ten thousand people. It was once the hand of ten thousand people. It was full of human Yang. It was specially used to deal with the ghosts.

Mo Wudao grabs the string of ten thousand people's money and wants to smash it directly at the drought, but he thinks about it. He feels a pang of pain in his heart. He is reluctant to part with it. So he carefully pulls down the two coins from the copper coins, pinches them with three fingers, finds a gap, and then hits him again.

Mo Wudao's technique is still good, two copper coins, both hit on the body of the dry, but the dry or nothing!

"He's no use!"

Mo Wudao had to put down that string of copper money again, raised his hand to grab a big black pimple, this is the hoof of black donkey!

"You have to find a way to do it, you have to put it in its mouth..."

Mo Wudao holds a black donkey's hoof in his hand, slowly stands up, does not move in place, stands there one strength's murmur.

Put the black donkey's hooves in his mouth? Even if he has the courage, he doesn't have the strength at all!

The speed of the drunkard is as fast as lightning. With Mo Wudao's skill, he can't get close to him. Even if he gets close, he will be killed by his claw!

What's more, there are all kinds of poisons all around him. They are colorful. Mo Wudao doesn't dare to go there.

Mo Wudao was depressed at the moment. Standing there, he began to regret it. He said that what the master said was right. It's really necessary to practice the method of mountain character pulse.

In the face of a drunkard, the only close disciple of the Maoshan sect, he couldn't get in the slightest. It's a shame to say that!

"Glutinous rice and ten thousand people's money don't work. I guess it doesn't work either..."

Mo Wudao thought for a while, simply put the black donkey's hooves back to the package, with a resentful expression on his face.

Now, there are still several Taoist books left in the package, including seven or eight silver talismans and one purple talisman.

Mo Wudao squatted there, eyes staring at the two colors of the talisman, a strong Baji mouth, want to use, but also reluctant, into the war between heaven and man.

But in the end, Mo Wudao gritted his teeth and took up the purple talisman with his hand, and grabbed his peach wood sword with his other hand!

He stamped his feet and looked at the fierce fighting regiment and the poisonous insects on the ground. When he felt cold in his heart, he raised his feet to rush up!

"Hold on!"

"Those things on you, except for the fierce ghost, are for the zombies. They don't play a very important role in this dry dog..."

Lingyun face with approval smile, quickly drink to stop Mo Wudao.

In Ling Yun's eyes, strength doesn't matter. The heart of Tao is very important. The most important thing to cultivate Tao is to be firm.

In fact, when Ling Yun met Mo Wudao, he took a clear look at the contents of Mo Wudao's package by virtue of his yin-yang divine eye and powerful divine consciousness.

Glutinous rice, ten thousand people's money and black donkey's hooves are all special items for dealing with zombies. If it wasn't for Mo Wudao's package, there were several Taoist books and those two kinds of talismans, Ling Yun would have thought that Mo Wudao was a professional grave robber.

Lingyun was shocked by those two kinds of talismans, because he could not refine them according to his present state. Especially the purple one, which Ling Yun recognized, was actually a talisman!

If not, Lingyun was in a hurry to go home to save people, which spare time with Mo Wudao to waste a long time there? It will not waste so much energy and bring him back to Villa No.1 all the way from Longmen mountain!

Although Ling Yun had been fighting and killing people just now, he had a strong sense of divinity all the time. Naturally, he saw Mo Wudao's actions clearly.

When it's critical, you can see people's hearts.

Although Mo Wudao's grandson sometimes behaves cheap, wonderful and shameless, it's just Mo Wudao's temper, character and behavior.

Lingyun appreciates Mo Wudao's Daoxin very much. This boy is really good. Lingyun looks at him more and more pleasing to the eye."This kind of thing is to cultivate Yin to Yang. He is neither a ghost nor an ordinary zombie. Your treasures are useless to him."

Mo Wudao listen to silly eyes, dumbfounded to Ling Yun said: "you, how do you still understand this?"

Ling Yun rolled his eyes at him and said that Laozi was practicing the great world. What kind of ghosts and monsters have never seen before? What's more, just a draught dog!

Lingyun stares at the purple talisman in Mo Wudao's hand, and smiles: "save your precious talisman. Let's use other methods to deal with this one."

"Ah!"

Mo Wudao was more stupid when he heard that. Without hesitation, he hid the talisman behind his back, as if he was afraid of being robbed. He was shocked and said: "this How do you know that? "

Lingyun hehe a smile, lazy to pay attention to him, directly said to Miao Xiaomiao: "Miao Xiaomiao, you don't drive those insects to die in vain, there is no effect on the drought."

Naturally, insects have their own lives. Lingyun can't bear to see them die in vain, and this is not good for Miao.

Playing the flute to drive away insects, Miao Xiaomiao needs to overdraw her mental strength. After playing for so long, her spiritual strength has been exhausted.

"Let them all go..."

Ling Yun sighed, deeply looked at the pale Miao Xiaomiao, the heart said, this feeling I wrote down.

Ling Yun of course knows that Miao Xiaomiao's original intention of attracting these poisonous insects is for what.

Miao Xiaomiao nodded slightly and carefully put away the bone flute. Then she shook her body and fell into Xue Meining's arms.

As soon as the urgent flute stopped, the army of poisonous insects immediately scattered for their lives. As long as they could move, they almost disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Xianer, you can't use your fire control skills to deal with this draught mite!"

Now there is only one draught mite left. Lingyun's secret method of dragon elephant's divine strength can still support for a period of time. His pressure has been reduced a lot, and he talks freely.

Bai xian'er belongs to fire. She can do it now. She can do it now. She can do it by using fire Jue, red flame burning sky palm and extreme fire Yanlong sword.

But the dry bird is even Yin cultivation to Yang, although this one has not yet achieved the great climate, it has also become small, has long been afraid of fire.

Drought is a severe disease, such as burning. Where drought occurs, there will be severe drought. How can we be afraid of fire?

Therefore, the fire of Bai xian'er can not only hurt the dry boar, but also can make good for it. This is the reason that the more fierce the Vietnam War, the stronger the Vietnam War.

Otherwise, how can we say that this drought mite is the natural enemy of Bai xian'er.

It's like fighting between two people who are equally matched. One of them can absorb the other's strength all the time. On the one hand, it becomes stronger and stronger, but on the other hand, it is consumed all the time.

Of course, if Xianer has four tails, five tails, and six tails, and its strength is far greater than that of Yanhe, then baixian'er's flame can cause harm to and even kill the dry boar.

"Brother Lingyun, it seems to be getting stronger and stronger, I can't beat it!" Bai xian'er gasped

Ling Yun nodded: "well, you and Paul come back to have a rest first, see how I deal with it!"

Bai xian'er is very obedient, immediately displays the star nine twinkles, flies away from the battle circle, Paul is flapping wings to soar to the sky.

Soaring clouds!

It's not blinking, but running. He speeds up crazily. With his strong body, he bumps into the dry dog fiercely!

"Bang!"

That only drought does not dodge, and Lingyun hedge straight hit, both severely hit together!

It's like a barbarian bumping into a fierce beast!

The earth trembles violently!

"I grass! The little one is so strong

His body is hot and hard, especially the one with great strength. Now Lingyun has ten times strength and ten times defense. He didn't bump him into the air. Instead, he was hit by a sharp pain!

It's no wonder that Mo has no way to do nothing. He has achieved great accomplishments in the cultivation of dryness. He is a man of iron and steel. His strength is infinite. He comes and goes as fast as lightning. He has no pain nerve at all. He is immortal. It is really very difficult.

"Ho "Ho..."

Seeing that someone dares to collide with it with his body, it seems that he is very angry, and the voice from his mouth is more heavy.

"Taste my fist!"

Lingyun hit the rise, suddenly hit a fist, dry do not know to hide, this fist knot solid hit on the head of dry!

"Bang!"

Tiangang subdues the devil fist. It has 80000 kilograms of strength under ten times of combat power. This fist finally worked, and it directly flew the dry dragon flying backwards.

Although it is against the weather, it has many advantages, but it has one of the biggest weaknesses, it can not think, can not avoid, and can not escape, from this point of view, it is even worse than animals.

Because he's not a creature.

Ling Yun is like a shadow, close to the body, the idea moves, and the ghost blood magic knife appears in the hand!Brush!

Lingyun catches up with the flying head, and it's a knife to him!

"When!"

This knife is like cutting on the refined iron, and makes a loud noise. Lingyun's blade is rebounded by the shock, but the Zhuo is just chopped and flies farther away, or nothing.

"Ho..."

The drunkard was hit by Lingyun and suffered two losses in a row. It roared and ran back, hitting Lingyun's chest like lightning!

Lingyun is a fierce knife, extremely accurate split in the head of the drought, with the huge momentum of the drought, this time is in the head of the head of a knife.

But the drought or hard hit into the arms of Lingyun, Lingyun hit the flying upside down!

Lingyun dropped a thousand jin and stopped the flying upside down. He felt a sharp pain in the hit place, and he suddenly gave a light cry.

"How did it suddenly increase so much strength?"

What a terrible drought!

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