Several people followed the judge and walked in a hurry.

The ink splashing line roams and turns, crossing the river bank and the woods, passing through the grass and mudflats, and drilling into a rocky hilly hill. There are gloomy black marks around it, and ink-shaped black mist floats in the air.

Wu Qi looked up and saw black ink lines that were as silk as threads, representing the path of the disease floating.

He looked down at his feet.

Most of the nearby plagues come here under the rocks.

Qing Qiang raised his sword in his hand and was about to slash down.

"Still be cool."

Wu Qi said: "The illegitimate scattered around him from this. The most urgent task is to open the prefab method and detain all the gang members."

Qing Qiang quickly put away his knife: "What do Taoist priest need, I'll prepare."

The complete "Da Nuo" method requires a hundred boys aged ten to twelve as their sons, and they need to wear red soap, hold a big turtle in their hands, and set up a ceremonial guard.

However, things are urgently followed, and the practice of opening the building also has the method of simplifying the complex, but the power will be reduced.

Wu Qi had asked Fang Xiang before, and it was indeed handy at this time.

He reminded Qing Qiang: "Ten wooden or paper people are needed to paint them into a boy's shape, make them with red soap, and prepare a pair of turtles, two porcelain jars or porcelain jars."

Qing Qiang was stunned: "What is a turtle drum?"

“It’s just a rattle.”

"Oh, it's this."

Wu Qi was guarding the rocks and hills to observe, and Qing Qiang went back to arrange the preparation of various utensils.

By the time he brought the soldiers to deliver the items needed with a cart, it was already night.

"Master, you're ready, you're all right."

Qing Qiang wiped the sweat on his face and directed the soldiers to arrange the paper men. These paper men were half a person tall, with bamboo strips as bones inside and thick paper on the outside. Although their eyebrows and eyes were roughly drawn, they could see that they were the appearance of a young man. According to Wu Qi's request, they had red laces fixed on their heads and were dressed in black.

"Then I'll start doing it."

Wu Qi pinched the Taoist talisman with his hands.

For a moment, ghosts were everywhere, with four golden eyes on the head with two horns slowly appearing.

Just as Wu Qi expected, Xiao Zhang and the "Qingnu Flute" merged into the early stage of the demon general, and the ghosts and gods summoned by Bi Qianyan also rose to a high level.

Fang Xiang is now like the evil dragon, and is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

Seeing Fang Xiang, Qing Qiang was at a loss for a moment.

The sense of oppression of the demon king’s spiritual power!

In addition to the Dragon Girl lover, Master Wu actually has a demon king thug!

This is what a real person does not show his appearance.

Thinking of his attempt to fight him before... Qing Qiang wiped his sweat with his sleeves and walked away from the gate of hell.

Wu Qi was not having a good time at this time.

The appearance of ghosts and gods at the Nascent Soul level is different from before, and it consumes spiritual power in its body every minute and every second.

He stuffed three pills of Buqi Pills into his mouth: "Use the "Da Nuo" to detain the epidemic and the plague here."

Wu Qi pointed to the two porcelain jars: "Pack them inside."

Fang Xiang didn't say anything, and waved the red spear in his hand.

The ten paper-man boys on the ground suddenly came alive and turned into ten lifelike boys. They waved their arms like birds, and their feet alternately pedaled, dancing ancient and primitive dances around the square.

Fang Xiangchang's sword raised his sword, and a cluster of beating torches turned into a tree.

He relaxed his long arms, danced with his sword, and his movements were graceful, like a crane and a deer. The fire of the long sword pointed out clusters of green ghost fires in the darkness, and it was never extinguished.

A gentle humming echoed in the air, as if it was a murmur in a dream.

The ghost fire is like bright lamps in the dark, extending in all directions.

Suddenly, two black ducks ran out of the ground, and they ran towards this along the ghost fire path.

More than that.

Wu Qi raised his eyes and looked at it.

The black ducks all over the mountains were densely packed like an ant colony. They ran all the way, and before they rushed to the porcelain jar, they turned into a black gas and drilled into it. The porcelain jar kept swallowing these ducks that were transformed from the epidemic.

A shaking figure appeared in the distance.

He was crooked and as if he was drunk along the way.

Until it was approaching, a swollen and white face appeared under the ghost fire.

He was about five feet tall, wearing a brown robe, but his left arm was dragged with a squirming limb shaped like a snake's tail. The exposed skin was covered with dark spots, which were connected to each other like tadpoles.

Wu Qi frowned when he saw it.

Is the source of the epidemic a bad spirit?
Chapter completed!