My Weird Life

   Tall and thin, with dyed yellow hair, the well-dressed young man waved vigorously and shouted again and again, attracting many members of the Kitchen God team to gather at his location.

  The police officers who followed the members of the Kitchen God team also gathered towards the yellow-haired youth after seeing the situation.

  Someone approached the yellow-haired young man, and seeing his yellow-haired, fur-and-bones appearance, he couldn't help but whisper in his heart.

   There were small voices in the crowd: "The Vulcan body needs to accumulate a certain amount of fuel before it can try to condense. You just learned two courses on the Vulcan body... can it really work?"

"Why can't it work?!" The yellow-haired youth - Huang Jin turned his head and glared at the colleague who was speaking, and shouted even louder, "I was the first to join the 'Fangyuanzao' Kitchen God Team, and I imprisoned a dozen of them together with Brother Fang. Fierce!

   Detaining those Li Gui, I contributed the most!

Do not worry! My salary accumulation must be enough!

   Come here, everyone!

  Even if I can't condense the Vulcan body, but based on the accumulation of my salary, it will definitely be no problem to attract the source of fire and Su Bureau's Vulcan body!

trust me! Come here! "

Regardless of whether what Huang Jin said is true or not, he boasted so hard and looked so confident that he finally attracted more and more people who were dizzy and faltering amidst the violent sound of 'Chicken Pirampo' beating cymbals. people, gathered around him,

  Those police officers who were fled in all directions by the sly monk also turned around and rushed to the area that was connected to a sea of ​​bright white flames.

  The monks who had made the oath did not dare to run away when they saw this.

   They 'swear' repeatedly, and they know how much the oath restricts them.

Just now, they ran away with the police staff, and everyone was running away. What they did was not a betrayal of the oath, but now most of them have turned around. ', you have to witness the power of the oath.

  Therefore, the monks who control the tricks hesitated, and finally attached themselves to the bright white fire sea.

   "Huang Jin's voice..." Fang Yuan raised his eyes and looked at the bright white sea of ​​flames not far away. Hearing Huang Jin brag loudly, he couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face.

  The other party is indeed a member of his Fangyuan Zao class.

  But Huang Jin is by no means the one who contributed the most to Fangyuan Zaoban's detention of Li Gui.

   It's even often lazy.

   But it doesn't matter anymore, now the other party has gathered people together after all, and everyone's firewood is gathered, and they can always resist the unknown for a longer time.

  Fang Yuan did not interrupt to expose Huang Jin, he whispered to Jiang Yue: "We will go there too."

  The three of them also hurriedly gathered in the sea of ​​bright white flames where Huang Jin was.

  At the end of the dark fork, three monks in red walked out slowly.

  They were also in the area shrouded in the shrill sound of the ‘Chicken Mother Pirampo’, but the three old monks looked as usual and had not suffered any damage from the sharp sound.

  The complexion of the three monks is black and yellow, with wrinkles all over the face, and their bodies are all about the same.

  Under the lingering darkness, the three monks looked like they were carved out of the same mold, and their behaviors were surprisingly similar. However, if you ignore the darkness that is currently lingering around, you will find that although the faces of the three people are four or five points similar, there are still some subtle differences between them.

  The old monk standing in the middle stared at the quivering sea of ​​firewood, and opened his mouth to spit out an indistinct syllable: "The white flames above their heads, what method did they practice?

  'Zhaoquan' has urged Pilanpo's power for so long, but it failed to make them submit.

   Instead, it was our disciples who killed three of them.

  —Even Li Gui couldn’t escape. "

   "I don't think they can last long.

  The flames above their heads are already crumbling.

   Later, we will join forces with Zhaoquan, and it will not be a problem to destroy everyone here.

   At that time, a few people will be left alive, and if you ask them carefully, all the confusion will be solved as much as possible. "The old monk on the left said with a sneer.

  The old monk on the right nodded: "I'm going south."

   "I'm heading north."

   "I'm going west."

  The three of them looked at each other and determined the direction of their main attack.

  The monk on the left is carrying a long object about one and a half meters wrapped in yellow silk cloth, and hurried to the south;

  The monk on the right unfolded the burden behind him, and hung the burden obliquely in front of him. On the spread out burden, there were vajra prongs made of gold and copper. He ran towards the north;

  The monk in the middle took out a Gabala bowl from the bundle in front of him.

The Gabala bowl he holds is extremely exquisite. As the lid of the bowl, the Tianling cover is covered with gilt silver chiseled copper and inlaid with gemstones. The whole bone bowl is covered with fine and complicated and exquisite patterns. In the eye socket of the skull, there are two pigeon egg-sized inlaid. gems.

The monk in the middle holds the bottom of the Gabala bowl that has been polished and inlaid with various gold and silver objects to form a square base, and presses the lid on the bowl with the other hand, walks through the dark fork, and walks slowly towards the large group of people who are crumbling torches above their heads. He opened his mouth slightly, and his voice swayed with the wind, lingering in everyone's ears: "I advise you, don't be obsessed.

   How about turning back and sinking into the ocean of desire in the evolution of the "Phantom Mother"? "

  The monk's voice pierced through the wind, and it lasted for a long time.

  Before the words fell, he pressed the palm of the Gabala bowl cover, pinched the emerald button on the top of the bowl cover, and untied the bowl cover.

  Bursts of fragrance immediately drifted away with the wind.

   Wisps of bluish-white 'wind' swam out of the Gabala bowl, swam into the roaring sound of the surroundings like a spirit snake, followed the wind, and approached the people who were setting off the brilliant white light soundlessly.

  The blue and white wind covered everyone's heads like a gauze.

The 'veil' that exudes a faint and strange rhyme, but it is difficult to arouse everyone's instinct for danger. They are like people who are in a state of 'sleeping but not asleep'. I can't even try my best, and I don't want to struggle to get up from the warm blanket.

   As a result, most people watched the green and white gauze fall and covered it, without any reaction.

  The green and white gauze fell, and one-third of the burning fire was extinguished immediately.

The monk who had already run to the south, wrapped in yellow silk cloth on his back, saw the 'Phantom Mother' swimming in the bright white sea of ​​flames and extinguished the firewood. He couldn't help showing a smile on his face: "Look!" Come on, even if we don't take action, Zhaojian's 'Gabala Supports the Illusionary Mother' can solve these heretics alone."

  Clearly there is no one around the monk, but he called "we" instead of the word "I" referring to himself alone.

   As soon as he finished speaking, a noisy voice suddenly sounded from the crowd with bright white torches above their heads: "Damn it!

   Don't fall asleep!

  I summoned the 'Fire Source', so you guys have to work hard too! "

  The noisy noise came from 'Huang Jin', and Huang Jin's non-stop noise really 'awakened' those who had fallen into the hallucination of the illusion.

   On the head of the awakened person, strands of fire were lit again.

  The monk who was wrapped in yellow silk cloth on his back looked gloomy: "Although it is not difficult to deal with these people with Zhao Jian's power, it is still a waste of time after all.

  Hutuktu also received the Mani empowerment practice of "Matou Mingwang" in Matou Mountain.

  We have to go back and protect him, but we can't delay here for too long—"

While speaking, the monk had already put down the yellow silk package on his back, and spread the package completely. Inside was a piece of human skin that had been air-dried and tanned into gray-black. Bursts of fat and the strong smell of sandalwood rushed into the monk's nostrils. , the monk kept his expression on his face, pointed to the brows of the gray black man with loose hair and shrugging hair on the ground, and recited the mantra: "Om! Dalai! Zhadalai!

  Sang Dalong Ni, some, Stud! "

  The mantra of the secret mantra is recited instantly!

The clothes at the ankles of the monk's feet bulged instantly, as if two fat mice were attached to each of the ankles. The 'mouses' coiled up along the monk's legs, swam across his body, and finally 'climbed' upper neck—

  His neck instantly turned purple, swelling to the width of his shoulders!

Under the epidermis, a gurgling stream of blood rushed past his head, and as he opened his mouth, he spat out a stream of blue-red blood, which was poured into the mouth spread out in the middle of the yellow silk cloth. On human skin!

  Human skin absorbs all the blood, never wasting a drop of blood,

The gray-black skin swelled in an instant, turning into a black hair like a waterfall, wrapped in cloth only on the chest, and wearing a long skirt with complicated patterns, Li Gui. It was a raging fire, and in the raging fire, there were faintly floating human heads and skeletons!

   Wrapped in the flames of human heads and skeletons, he rushed towards the sea of ​​fire not far away!

at the same time!

  A monk in red, with vajra prongs inserted in the important joints and vital parts of his body, and a strangely condensed pale arm growing out of each shoulder, rushed into the crowd from the north!

  The three monks of the 'Zhao' generation used their own methods to encircle the Kitchen God team and others!

   And at the center of the ‘Fire Sea’,

  Under the watchful eyes of his colleagues and police officers, Huang Jin's expression became extremely serious. He formed a heart lamp mark with his hands, closed his eyes, and whispered to himself: "The fire will last forever..."

  "After reciting the Heart Lamp Oath Mantra, visualize the flames gathered behind you into a human form..."

   "Visualize a human face without facial features..."

   "Visualize a tablet on top of the faceless humanoid head..."

   "On the tablet, visualize the eight gold characters of 'Yin Xi revives the Patriarch's honor'..."

  Huang Jin's voice was trembling, and he had hardly heard the low muttering in his mouth.

   Some members of the Kitchen God team who had also attended a few Vulcan body courses couldn't help frowning when they heard his slightly trembling voice, and seeing the four terrifying ghosts surrounding them, they couldn't help feeling a little desperate.

   But Huang Jin's nagging continued.

   "Yin Xi revives the Patriarch's position, Yin Xi revives the Patriarch's position..."

  He repeated his words over and over again,

  After saying it three times—there was suddenly a lot of firewood behind him!

   All the firewood gathers in human form, and there are no facial features on the humanoid face—

   Above the head of the humanoid face, a platinum tablet suddenly stood up.

  On the tablet, the eight gold characters of "Yin Xi Fuxing Patriarch's Respect" slowly appeared!

   "Please renew the salary!"

   Huang Jin shouted!