Otherworldly Merchant

“The spell or the original spell.” The old man in the gray robe spoke out loudly: “This is a killer spell set by the great dreamer. It just changed the order and became the Buddha's spell of the Purdue people. It is your star. You deserve it! ”

“Ha-ha-ha.” In the golden light came another insane laugh from the father of Satan: “Do you think you won? You have to die with me! Ha-ha-ha. ”

The old man's face suddenly changed and waved with one hand.

A thunderbolt came out of the ground and cut off the father of Satan directly from the bottom up, breaking through the golden light and falling into the hands of the T-shirt man.

It's the eight-faced sword that the old man took away from him.

The old man in the grey robe slowly turned around and pulled something out of his chest, grabbing the corner of his shirt and carefully wiping away the blood. It was a piece of the satanic father's suitcase.

To the knowledge of the dialogue between the two, it was made of white carved bones.

Must be the only piece of bone he just put to death to save.

The old man in the gray robe walked slowly with his head down, slightly limping and his hands slightly trembling.

Gray and white hair drifted away and his back bent down as if suddenly he was decades old.

As he walked, he stepped into the pit that was smashed by Winter's old age and fell to the sky on his back.

“Grandpa...” The little girl ran over screaming.

The T-shirt man was so close that he hurried to lift him up, but the old man fell and couldn't even stand.

We looked closely and found that the old man's feet were missing.

Skin, bones are all gone, only black smoke spreads around the ankles.

Black smoke keeps spreading up, inches after inches...

“Grandpa!” The little girl screamed in horror, reaching out her two little hands to try to wipe them out.

I'll pull her over. It's a hell of a fire!

Once it burns, there is no chance of extinction, just wait for it to burn out slowly. If someone else touches you, it will only ignite your torso.

It appears that the father of Satan also gave him a killing move before he died.

“Senior.” The T-shirt man held onto the old man and said with great guilt, "I knew what had happened earlier, but... I couldn't control myself. ”

The T-shirt man's voice was a little choked.

I'm afraid that would not have been the case if the old man in the grey robe hadn't been sneaked off by Satan's father with a T-shirt.

But the old man in the grey robe, as if he hadn't heard at all, still stared at the little white slice in his hand, gently rubbing his eyes.

Grumpy, grumpy!

All of a sudden, there was a grunt going around.

I turned around and suddenly the blood pool that hung around me burst, and the water boiled and a string of bubbles rose from time to time.

All the blood pools seemed to come alive, rolling and pouring straight into the heart.

“Come on, sit behind me.” The old man in the grey robe woke up suddenly and shouted.

After he called me that, me and the T-shirt guy immediately woke up.

The Buddhist Ghost Array is about to start again, the fifth heartbeat!

The old man in the gray robe once said that, although there are seven sounds in this battle, after five sounds, no doubt that those who do not become superior will die.

Since he already knew that, but dared to come, there should be some way to crack it. It's just like this...

Does he want us to hide behind him and stop this blow with death?

“Seniors...” The T-shirt man was a little intolerant.

“Bullshit!” The old man shouted furiously and threw me and the T-shirt man behind him as soon as he grabbed them. Then he stretched out his hand and the wooden wand flew back, banging deep in front of him.

Grunts, grunts, blood pools rushing towards the heart.

The old man in the gray robe held his hands in vain and drank: “The shadow is infinite, the heart is like a god! ”

Drinking high, a dark shadow burst out of the wooden cane and drifted over our heads, slowly remitting into a big black bell.

Boom!

A burst of noise shook out of deep pits in the distance, such as thunderbolts underground.

A sound sounded, a sound sounded as if something even more amazing was being brewed.

The black clock slowly fell and covered all of us, while he himself remained outside the clock.

“This is the world of sorrow. Remember, whatever you see for a while, don't make a sound.” As the bell went down, the old man in the grey robe gave a very solemn order.

“Remember, never make a sound!” At the last moment of the fall of the black clock, the old man in the grey robe gave another particularly harsh warning.

“No! Grandpa, I want Grandpa...”

I was deeply afraid that the little girl would move - screaming, hurrying to hold her tight and covering her mouth.

The black clock covered the entire heavens and earth, and it was pitch-black.

The buzz went off and went into my ear. I was afraid of an accident. I closed my eyes quickly, but there was still a little light in front of me.

The brightness is getting louder and brighter, revealing an extremely clear image.

A slightly fat woman holding a baby with a smile all over her face.

Suddenly, a huge axe came out of the sky, clicked it, beheaded the baby, spilled blood and sprayed the woman's face.

Another bright light flashed over, and the image inside gradually grew larger.

A pair of young men and women rode on a flying horse, and as the horse's back fluctuated, their eyes stared sweetly at the past. Just as the two faces were about to get together, a spear broke through the wind and pierced the hearts of the two. One fell under the horse and the other was dragged away on the stirrups.

Another picture flashed over.

The Third Church is merging, sitting together and laughing. Suddenly, his grandson's head burst into pieces, turning into a rotten watermelon. Blood, brains bursting! And then the son, the daughter-in-law, the wife, they were all so, instantly, so wretched.

……

One bright light after another, flies and flies.

Inside the scene, one more tragic, one more horrible, one more person, one family, one villager, one city person...

A piece of corpse, a piece of blood, a shock, a tragedy!

I would have had to scream had it not been for the old man in the gray robe.

The little girl in my arms, struggling very hard on several occasions, was held to death by me.

Buzz...

That's when the bell rings again.