My Death God Roommate

Sang Tong put on a Taoist robe, lined up all his password boxes and opened them, and all his belongings were revealed.

"There is a difference between men and women. In order to avoid trouble, I will close the soul and completely give up the dominance of the flesh, so I will completely lose consciousness after a while. Do you remember to tell Mao Xiaofang what happened? Take it."

After speaking, Sang Tong took out three yellow incense sticks and raised them to his brows for three bows. I don't know what technique he used to lightly flick the yellow incense to ignite spontaneously.

"How long can God's time last?"

"I don't know, the gods will leave the body when time is up."

Sang Tong inserted Huang Xiang into the incense burner and kneeled on the futon respectfully: "Since ancient times, female disciples could not easily invite the male fairy to the lower realm to possess them, but this time it is related to the safety of the entire flower planter.

Sang Tong shook the golden bell to recite the ancient spell. After reciting the last word, the flames of two red candles burst three inches high with a "boom", and Sang Tong's body trembled violently for a few seconds.

After he recovered, Mu Rong whispered: "Sang Tong?"

"Huh?" Sang Tong turned his head abruptly to look at Mu Rong, with a serious expression and a pair of beautiful eyes, his voice changed.

"Mao Xiaofang Dao long?"

Mao Xiaofang, who was attached to Sang Tong, looked down at his body, turned his back and said angrily: "Nothing! There is a difference between yin and yang, how can a female disciple invite a male god to the lower realm without a law..."

As soon as Mu Rong was about to explain, he heard Mao Xiaofang's "Huh" and walked to the sacred table, grabbed a handful of rice from the incense burner and sprinkled it on the altar table, leaving one grain to eat, holding it with his middle two fingers, and quickly on the flame. Sweep it and place the rice grains in your mouth and chew slowly.

"Tsk."

Mao Xiaofang raised his right hand and pressed his thumb on the knuckles of the other four fingers in a special order: "Is there a zombie nearby?"

"Yes, the Daoist Chief, I take the liberty to ask the Daoist Chief to go down when the situation is urgent. This is my friend's magic weapon for you to choose."

Mao Xiaofang walked over with one hand behind him and the other hand in front of him.

Mu couldn't help but hooked up the corner of his mouth, Sang Tong looked quite happy.

He first picked up the peach wood sword and examined it for a moment, then took out the peach wood nails and glutinous rice and put them aside, and then took the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword and stroked the sword body lightly: "What a Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword!" The bag with the grains was also taken out.

It can be seen that Mao Xiaofang Taoist treasures these artifacts so much, and his eyes are bright when he looks at them, like reuniting with an old friend who has been away for many years.

Mao Xiaofang put down the Five Emperors Copper Coin Sword, picked up the remaining ink pipe end last time, sniffed under his nose, and shook his head: "It's a pity."

"Why did the Taoist say this?"

"If this ink fountain is soaked in Qiqi, it might be useful. The power of a single seven is a bit weaker. It's a pity this old ink fountain."

The five-body cast that Mu Rong admired was so detailed just by smelling it, it was indeed the Taishan Beidou of the Nanmao faction in the past.

"Time is in a hurry, I can only prepare so much, please don't mind the chief."

Mao Xiaofang nodded and took a jar, opened it, smelled it, and put it in his mouth with his little finger, and smiled: "This old blood cream is good!"

After speaking, he chose the jar without hesitation and thought about it, and took out the ink fountain.

Mu Rong twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in secret: This long-sighted look is so vicious, I can't help thinking of Sang Tong's heartache when he wakes up.

"Forty-nine, take these for your teacher..."

Mao Xiaofang stopped abruptly and looked back at Mu Rong and said apologetically: "It's abrupt, forty-nine...I am the little apprentice of my poor life."

Mu Rong read the sadness that flashed in his eyes, and said hurriedly: "It's okay, I'll take it for you."

Mu Rong put the things selected by Mao Xiaofang Daochang one by one into a cloth bag and put them on his shoulders: "Dao Master, we can go now."

Mu Rong trot all the way behind, while Mao Xiaofang was calm and relaxed, taking leisurely steps, but at an amazing speed.

The rain stopped, the ground was still a bit muddy, and half of the sky was stained fiery red when looking south from the base entrance.

Part of it is deep night, part is fiery red and enchanting. When the two colors collide together, there is a tendency to resist courtesy.

Mao Xiaofang looked at the sky in the distance, and said suspiciously: "No, how can zombies be afraid of fire in such a big mountain fire?"

"Dao Master, this time we are not going to deal with ordinary zombies, but the zombie emperor does not melt bones.

"No bones?"

Mao Xiaofang's expression froze, and his eyes throbbed with a war spirit: "Pan Dao killed countless zombies during his lifetime. It is a great regret in life to have never experienced such a masterpiece. It is just that the demon king came to the world to suffer."

"Daoist, the place where the bones were born is more than 60 miles away. I'll call someone to fly the plane."

Mao Xiaofang grabbed Mu Rong's arm: "Pan Dao is going to resort to the Shun Di Shen Xing Shu, you follow closely!"

After speaking, he raised his right hand and pinched a dharma seal on his chest, muttering a word.

When the two of them took the first step: Mu Rong only felt a flower in front of him. He was at the gate of the base just now, and he came to the woods in the blink of an eye.

She couldn't help but look back. The mountains of the base were hidden in the night and could not be seen clearly.

Mao Xiaofang shouted: "Concentrate!"

Mu Rong hurriedly turned his head, and the scenery around him swiftly retreated. The sound of the wind in his ears was endless, but they seemed to be in an invisible protective cover, without even blowing the corners of their clothes.

This scene is similar to that of Yuexiang Village Huisan's grandmother's ability to shrink into an inch, but Mao Xiaofang's spell is slightly higher.

Even if the demon wolf rides on this section of the road will take nearly 30 minutes, they will arrive in ten minutes under the leadership of Mao Xiaofang.

Under the cliff is a huge deep pit, and the cratered mountains on both sides ignited a raging fire.

Not long after the torrential rain that lasted for several days stopped, the vegetation on the mountain had extremely high water content and would never catch fire under normal circumstances, but the fire in front of us was full of energy.

Mao Xiaofang looked at the cliff and pondered for a long while, then raised his hand: "Give me the peach wood sword."

After receiving the Taomu Jianmao, Xiaofang pinched another magic trick, pulled Mu Rong into the air and flew steadily into the village ruins.

This half-a-half square ruins was half turned into a deep pit, and Mao Xiaofang stood in front of Mu Rong majesticly holding the peach wood sword: "Forty-nine, peach wood nails."

Mu Rong took out a handful of mahogany nails and handed them in, and then listened to Mao Xiaofang's words: "Put the Five Beans Chaoyang Technique and stay inside."

Mu Rong recalled that Sangtong’s technique took out beans and cinnabar at the time and began to arrange the formation. It took a long time for Mao Xiaofang to remember that the person behind him was not his apprentice. He was dead. That Maotou boy 49 had also entered the soil. Ann.

He turned around and took a look. Mu Rong had already set up his formation and stood inside, stunned: "Who did you learn from?"

"No school, no school, just learn something with my friend, that is, the person who asked you to go down."

Mao Xiaofang nodded: "Yes."

"Roar..." Loud roars came from the ruins, Mao Xiaofang raised two fingers and wiped them horizontally in front of his eyes: "Famous!" Then he saw the scenery in front of him clearly.

Although there was a mountain fire lighting, Mu Rong couldn't see clearly. She clutched the cloth bag and thought regretfully: "If I could also see night vision, it would be great."

The pendant between the neck oozes a very light color silently, and Mu Rong suddenly feels his eyes light up, and the trees in the night can be seen clearly!

She rubbed her eyes in amazement: "Everything comes true?"

Yatayama, who was hiding in her sea of ​​spirit, rolled his eyes helplessly: "It's a silly person who has a silly blessing. There are more than thousands of miles away, so I have to spoil her with such a small request."

With a loud "bang", a huge gravel was lifted off and the dust was flying.

Several men in special warfare uniforms walked out of the rubble with stiff steps: "Special agent?"

"What?" Mao Xiaofang asked.

"It's nothing! Master Dao be careful!"

Mao Xiaofang gave a cold snort of disdain, but it was just some rotten flesh that ran into the corpse, bluffing.

After speaking, the four mahogany nails were held in his left hand, and the mahogany nails broke through the air and nailed them firmly and ruthlessly to the four zombies, and the whole root was submerged.

"Ah!" The latter screamed together, and a white smoke came out of the place where the peach nails were shot, and then it burned, and a rancid gas was emitted and filled the air.

Mu Rongxiu frowned slightly and covered his nose, Mao Xiaofang stood proudly with a sword, and said loudly: "According to legend, the zombie emperor's IQ is no different from ordinary people, immortal and immortal. The poor road is here today to ask for advice, why should you hide your head and show your tail? Are you afraid of fighting first?"

"Hahahahaha..." There was a burst of crisp laughter, and Mu Rong's heart jumped. This sound seemed familiar.

Mao Xiaofang lunged open and stretched out the middle finger of his left index finger and quickly drew a symbol in mid-air, and a golden "chi" word floated in mid-air, and he used these two fingers to wipe the sword on the body, plain peach wood The sword burst out of golden light, and the sword's body also expanded a lot of green fronts that turned into three feet of golden light.

Yata Kayomi praised: "This Taoist priest is really capable. If you want to, please invite the Divine Sword."

"Mao Daochang was originally a god, okay? Gougan, what do you think is Daochang's chance of winning?"

"It's hard to say. After all, Sang Tong is a mortal fetus with limited physical body. Even a god can't use his full strength. A body without bones is invulnerable."

A cluster of fire wafted from the night, and Mu Rong saw the visitor's pupils shrinking: The flames were made of robe and lava was used as armor, and Feng Shen was handsome and looked like Pan An, isn't this Yang Songnu!?

"He... really doesn't melt bones? Why did he sacrifice himself that day to perfect us?"

Mao Xiaofang was also stunned. All the zombies he had seen were ugly and hideous, and the whole body was exuding bursts of corpse smell.

This is the first time he has seen such a zombie: "As expected of the zombie emperor, he can reverse the universe and return to his predecessor appearance!"

Yang Songnu smiled evilly, and the flame attached to him with a wave of his big sleeve turned into a scarlet shirt, and his flowing face turned into a golden armor, like a majestic young general.

Mao Xiaofang yelled, his sword pointed at the golden rune floating in the air and flew towards Yang Songnu...

The author has something to say: Today’s update has arrived. Recently, my body is in poor condition and I often stop updating.

I have a lot of thoughts in my mind, and Vance is also very active, but unfortunately I can't sit still, my fingers, waist and cervical spine are very painful.

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