Chapter 886： Skyfire Spirit 1

Moreover, Zhao Gongming, the four marshals of Taoism, is the true **** of the gods.

As a heavenly master, if you dare to disrespect Zhao Gongming, you basically don't need to mix.

"Get back to smoke and worship?" Lao Guo suggested.

"Not so much time, this guy may have accomplices."

Smoked and worshipped, three procedures, very complicated, got an hour, and there is no way to do this, you must go back first.

Ye Shaoyang thought about it, grabbed a piece of dust from the ground, placed it in the palm of his hand, then cut through the fingertips, squeezed a drop of blood, and stirred it into a paste with dust.

When Lao Guo saw it, he exclaimed: "Little teacher, this is a god!"

"General Zhao will understand." Ye Shaoyang looked at the portrait, smiled, dusted and blindfolded, and made the gods lose their identification. The blood is a filthy thing for the gods, and will keep them away.

Blindness with dust and human blood will make the gods give up the portrait, disdain to admit that the portrait is himself, and what to do with the portrait is not a defilement.

"Understand what," Lao Guo said with concern. "You will make Zhao Yuanshuai very upset, maybe you will sin against you."

"God, it is also to see people to eat. Give me a crime, who will help him to catch ghosts? Zhao Yuanshuai, wronged..."

Ye Shaoyang rubbed a mixture of blood and dust with his fingers, wiped them on the eyes of the gods, and stood up and clap his hands.

Lao Guo shook his head and looked at the seal. He said: "There is no amount of Tianzun, Zhao Yuanshuai is a large number of adults. Don't worry about this kid. You can treat him as a second."

Ye Shaoyang drew two soothing souls, wrapped the five emperors, and smashed the water, and posted them on the eyes of the gods.

The left hand is printed, the mouth is constantly chanting, the right hand takes out the Taiyi whisk, and taps on the charm. After waiting for a moment, there is a black blood in the eyes of the gods, the spirit breaks open, and the five emperors slowly turn, a group The black hair was drilled out of the money and reluctantly shrunk back.

"Double money to fix the soul! Hurry as a law!"

Ye Shaoyang swayed the Taiyi whisk, fanned two copper coins, and overlapped in the temple of the gods. The mouth continued to chanting, and the money was rotated in the opposite direction. The ghost hair was pulled again by the spiritual power, but there was an inner force. The death resisted and the hair shrank back.

"I really don't see the coffin, I don't cry, I really look at what you are!"

Ye Shaoyang sneered, his left hand popped up, the five fingers bent, and he formed a sacred calligraphy. He pulled out a strand of hair and pulled it first. The right hand took a bottle of water from the backpack, unscrewed and took a sip. Spray on those black hair.

"Zi!"

A white smoke rose from the black hair, and there was a scream inside the portrait.

The magical wrap that wraps the five emperors instantly burns the skyfire, and the screams of one after another are heard from inside the portrait.

Ye Shaoyang felt that the ghost hair had strengthened the ghost power and desperately shrank.

Still dead!

"I have Zhao Tianjun, the next evil spirits, the sorrowful magic, the world is still peaceful! Zhao Xuantan Tianjun is in a hurry as a law!"

Ye Shaoyang drank another sip of water and sprayed it on the charm, and the fire suddenly flourished.

Ye Shaoyang grabbed his hair, stepped on the sky, stepped back, and pulled out a bunch of ghost hair straight out.

Lao Guo looked at him and shook his head slowly. "Give Zhao Tianjun's eyes with his cockroaches, and dare to ask Zhao Tianjun to help. Besides Ye Shaoyang, there is no one..."

"This mage is so good!"

Amazing sighs sounded behind him. Lao Guo looked back. It turned out that the wizards outside the door all came in, standing behind them in a row, stunned and watching Ye Shaoyang, who was practicing.

"Excuse me," a guy arched his hand at Lao Guo. "Which martial art disciple is this one?"

Lao Guo snorted. "So you guys, blind, and can't recognize the true God. This is my little brother, the only descendant of Maoshan's inner door, Ye Shaoyang!"

"Maoshan Tianshi!" Everyone looked at each other and was amazed.

These folk disciples and disciples are discouraged and do not know Ye Shaoyang, but Maoshan’s name has always been heard.

"This Ye Tianshi, I am afraid that it is not the only inner disciple of Maoshan." A guy tried to test, "Is there a way?"

Lao Guodao: "The road wind disappeared and was dismissed from the sect. My little master's mana is no worse than the wind."

The shock on several people's faces deepened a bit: the Taoist wind once challenged the world's gates, and there was no defeat. People called "the **** of the world". In the magical world, it is definitely an idol in idols. No one does not know him.

Lao Guo dare said that Ye Shaoyang is not much worse than the road. Although they have some doubts, they have seen the strength of Ye Shaoyang's practice. Secondly, Lao Guo is also a Maoshan disciple. Both of them are familiar with them. They have the most say in this matter. .

"This Ye Tianshi is almost the same age as Jin Tong Ling Yu Xuan. I don't know who is stronger?" one whispered.

Lao Guo snorted and said: "I don't express my opinion. It is estimated that you will soon see who is the first disciple!"

Over there, Ye Shaoyang screamed and stepped back. He pulled out his hands and pulled a black shadow out of it. Everyone curiously looked at it:

Is a female ghost, very good shape, but the skin is blood red, covered with black pockmarks, dense.

After being pulled out of the portrait, she tried to struggle, and she was caught by Ye Shaoyang, a reversal, and pressed to the ground, unable to move.

This female ghost actually did not give up, long hair dancing, like countless worms, caught in Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head and sneered, taking out a piece of Zhu yarn, like a pair of hair wrapped around the ghost hair, stringing a large capital of the casting mother, tightening it tightly, and making a knot.

The thumb is pressed on the big money of the casting mother, the mantra is swayed, the suffocating is released, and the big money of the casting mother instantly releases the golden light, and the ghost hair is covered up and down.

The ghost hair, which was originally swayed by seaweed, suddenly lost its vitality and was put on the ground.

"Be honest."

Ye Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief. This was the time to look at the female ghost for a while. Seeing her kneeling on the floor, she pulled the hair and wanted to turn him to the front to see what it looked like. She took her head and looked around. Someone was stunned at the place.

The front of this female ghost is still the back of a head full of hair!

"Mao girl!" Lao Guo snorted and called.

Ye Shaoyang nodded slowly. He also remembered that he once saw a girl with a twist on the mountain road with Lao Guo and the pony. As a result, he went to the front and looked at it. His face was still a twisted scorpion...

The situation in front of me is similar to the previous one.

No wonder her hair is so good, the hair of a woman is her soul device.

Ye Shaoyang asked Lao Guo to take the long light, and added a red nitrate and realgar powder to the lamp oil, and then poured it on the head of the hairy woman with long hair. Wherever the lamp oil went, the flame would burn.