Zhan Fengcheng knew that fire attack was not a good idea, so he took out three thunder strike talismans with heartache: "I bought these three thunder strike talismans at a high price to deal with these blood corpses..."

It's really a waste.

I can't bear to leave.

Xuantong held the twelve-fingered Vajra in his hand, raised his left hand and hung the flying Buddhist beads back on the tiger's mouth. The originally peaceful face of Ci Chong was like a glaring Vajra for a moment, and a pestle beat back the blood corpse that was pounced on again.

Zhan Fengcheng knew that the situation was urgent and had no time to feel sorry for the few lightning talismans. He immediately twisted the talisman paper and summoned a muffled thunder and struck the body of the storm of blood corpse.

Thunder and lightning are shaking in the hexagram, which is the qi of the yin and yang of heaven and earth, representing a strong vitality, so it is also called the magnificent and righteous energy of heaven and earth.

All evil spirits in the world are afraid of thunder and lightning.

With a loud "click", a purple thunder as thick as a thumb fell from the air, and several fine lines fell on the head of the blood corpse.

More than a dozen blood corpses were struck by lightning and burnt inside and outside. Circles of black smoke emerged from their heads and fell to the ground shakingly.

The two of them looked at the blood corpse that finally fell to the ground, breathed a sigh of relief and immediately rushed to the room at the end of the corridor.

When the two of them entered the room, Huang Xikong walked down from the upper floor, gritted his teeth while facing the explosive head struck by lightning.

Sure enough, he still hates Taoist priests very much!

Always not distinguishing between black and white, hurting innocent people.

Humph ~
Chapter completed!