Qingfeng Li was stunned.

It turns out that the body of Feitouman in the big vat is exerting its force, and even the Taoist talisman and seal cannot stop the head from returning to its place.

"Hurry up and fight."

Fei Chengjun's voice sounded, and the farm tools and sticks of the surrounding villagers rained down.

Feitouman rushed left and right, broke seven or eight wooden sticks with one head, opened his mouth, bit off the hoe and shovel, it was extremely ferocious.

The formation of the villagers was completely disrupted, and screams of terror occurred one after another

Fei Chengjun opened his hunting bow and shot a few arrows at the headless corpse.

Dong Dong Dong!

The wolf's sharp arrow landed on the headless corpse, but was blocked by the pattern, making a loud noise like a drum.

"Evil magic, evil magic."

The villagers became more and more frightened. There was a human head in the sky and a headless corpse in the vat. They were both invulnerable. It was so evil.

"Get out of the way, I'll hit him with lightning."

Qingfeng Li's palms glowed with silver, he walked to the vat and pushed it out hard.

"Haha."

The thunderbolt as big as the mouth of a bowl was thrown up high and hit the flying head man's body.

The lightning exploded, and in an instant all the tattoo patterns went crazy, intertwined and grew wildly, as if they had turned into a piece of armor.

The lightning that bloomed everywhere was repulsed to the outside but not inward, and its power was wasted in the air.
Chapter completed!