Chapter 79 Please invite your grandfather! 2

"Go to hell." At this moment, Liu Da Shao didn't know where the courage came from. Without saying a word, he pulled off the little dry spirit from Ma Xiaoyan's back and covered the wooden bucket with black dog blood on him. Although this black dog blood is tailored for that big guy according to Zhang Enpou's meaning, now human life is at risk, and we can't think too much about it. Damn it, kill one less! This guy looks disgusting.

"Ah..." The little drought was drenched in dog blood, cracked his mouth and made a miserable cry. There was blue smoke all over his body, and he couldn't help trembling.

Zhang Enpu looked at the little thing that had been affected by seedlings, glanced at the drought warily, and said to Liu Dashao and others, "She is going to be angry. Take this girl out of here quickly. I'll cover you." Seeing that his son had been tossed like this, the anger in his heart could be imagined. On the other hand, Zhang Enpu also knows that although the little drought is now constantly emitting smoke all over his body and has lost its aggressiveness, Zhang Enpu does not think that it has been hurt much, otherwise this thing does not deserve to be called the king of zombies. Once this big and small clip attack, he can't even protect himself, not to mention other people. At this time, he can only walk one by one.

"We're leaving. What should you do?"

"I will find a chance to go back. You are also a burden."

"But..."

"But what, but, hurry up, time waits for no one!" Zhang En Pu didn't look back and scolded.

"Good! Take care of yourself." When Liu Dashao saw that he was determined, he had to answer, bent down, pulled Ma Xiaoyan's body, carried it on his back, and wanted to grease the soles of his feet.

Seeing that the murderer who killed his son was about to run away, Drought would naturally not let go. He waved his hand and shouted, as if to say, "All of them are going to die. Don't want to leave here." After saying that, he desperately opened Zhang En Pu, straightened up his two black-scaled hands and grabbed Liu Dashao's neck.

Seeing that the drought was about to start, Zhang Enpu bit his index finger, scratched the body of the mahogany sword, and shouted, "Your opponent is me. Let's solve it first!" After saying that, a sword stabbed Drought's body and abruptly interrupted her movements, and Liu Dashao and others were also spared.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you leave? Do you want me to kick you away one by one? Come on, it's too late if you don't go!" Zhang Enpu tried his way to attack the drought and shouted at Liu Dashao on the ground. Of course, Liu Dashao immediately picked up Ma Xiaoyan, greeted Tian Guoqiang, and ran down the mountain.

The little drought ghost struggled back and forth on the ground. The drought famine's heart was cut like a knife, so he sprinkled all his anger on Zhang Enpu's body, and his strength increased by three points.

At such a critical moment, Zhang En Pu also used his skills. After the mahogany sword in his hand was stained with blood, the red light was flourishing, and he himself used his skills to the extreme. For a while, one person and one ghost fought insegregation.

As the saying goes, it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down. The evil spirit of the drought and the unique geographical conditions of the pool have already covered the sun in the sky, and the earth has become very dark. When Liu Dashao and others ran halfway up the mountain, the black clouds around them quickly gathered and blocked their way. No matter which direction they are heading, the black cloud is always one step ahead of them and blocks the road.

"Young master, what should I do now?" Looking around blocking the road, dense clouds, Tian Guoqiang said with a sad face. Although they escaped from death, a new crisis has emerged.

Liu Dashao's body is not very strong. Ma Xiaoyan, who weighs more than 80 catties, has been tired for a long time. Fortunately, it is not a dog egg on his back, otherwise he will be designated to lie down. Seeing that the road was blocked by trees, he put down his eldest cousin and said, "I don't know. It seems that we can only leave here until Uncle Zhang kills the old and little monsters."

Poor Liu Dashao also pinned his hope on Zhang Enpou, and now Zhang Enpou is also difficult to protect himself. Although Zhang Enpu is inseparable from the drought, after all, he is old. It is not as good as before. Gradually, he can't support it, and it is even difficult to get out of trouble. However, the more brave the war, the more fierce the war, and constantly attacked Zhang Enpu fiercely.

In the past, Zhang Enpu had a hundred ways to escape from the drought, but this rash move was a rash mistake, so that many indispensable magic weapons could not be brought with him, otherwise, as a master of his generation, he would not be so embarrassed. What should I do?" Looking at it, Zhang En Pu was in a hurry. One was accidentally bitten on the back by the slow-down little drought, and suddenly there were two rows of tooth marks, and the flesh and blood turned out.

"Oh..." Seeing that Zhang Enpu was the end of the crossbow, the cry of the drought was more and more harsh.

Halfway up the mountain.

Liu Dashao looked at Ma Xiaoyan with a pale face and looked at Ma Xiaoyan behind him in horror and asked, "Xiaoyue, what's wrong with you?" Then he also looked behind him and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Less than ten meters away from them, a tattered child, about ten years old, stood there with a lantern. This child is not someone else, but a ghost child who once sold his lanterns under the Lingguan Temple.

Major General Ma Xiaoyan, Rear Admiral Liu, hugged behind him and stammered to the child, "You...you, you...don't come over." After saying that, he protected Ma Xiaoyan and took two steps back. Tian Guoqiang had been trying to light the fire in his hand just now, so he didn't pay attention to the strangeness of the two. When he heard Liu Dashao's voice, he looked up and was shocked.

"Don't be afraid." The ghost child said, "I'm here to help you get out of here." After saying that, he walked towards Liu Dashao and others.

"What? Help us?" There was a short circuit in the minds of the three people. They didn't understand which play the ghost child was singing. Did they work hard to be a good person? When the child came to him, the three of them were palpitated to make way for the ghost child. For some reason, they felt that the child was not malicious, and they would not think that ordinary people would be the opponents of ghosts. It was life or death.

The ghost child came to the black cloud blocked by the dense mahjong road. With a loosening of his hand, the lantern flew directly over the dark clouds. Then the child stretched out the middle finger of his right hand and emitted a green light and shot into the lantern in the air. After the lantern was hit by the green light, it suddenly emitted a dazzling light, almost illuminating the whole sky. After being illuminated by the light from the lantern, everyone was surprised to find that the black clouds around them magically gave way.

After the road was opened, the ghost child turned around and said to everyone, "Let's go." After saying that, he took the lead and walked down the mountain.

The damn child really had no malice, and everyone's hearts were slightly put down and followed him in fear. It's not that they don't believe in ghost children, but that the existence of this child is too horrible to make people afraid.

The way down the mountain was very smooth. After a while, Liu Dashao walked to the bottom of the mountain with Ma Xiaoyan on his back, and the sky was also bright at this time.

"Ah..." When everyone walked to the foot of the mountain, they could still hear the angry shouts of the drought in the cemetery.

"You guys go." The ghost child waved to the crowd: "The things in this dam are terrible. I hope you don't provoke it. You can take care of it!"

If it were an ordinary person, Liu Dashao would definitely argue with him. Why should we not provoke her? Obviously, she came to us. But now it's a very moment, very human, so I put up with it and said gratefully to the ghost child, "Thank you!" In fact, he is wrong at this moment. What the ghost child refers to is not the drought demon that Alan has become, but a horrible existence that is a hundred times more powerful than the drought demon.

The ghost child did not get Liu Da Shao's love, and his face showed disgust and said, "Let's go quickly! My parents are waiting for me. I hope you can take care of the matter here as soon as possible. I just want my wife to sell my lanterns. After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the night created by drought. The moment the child turned around, his face was full of blood, his expression was very painful, and his hands and feet trembled. It seemed that he had paid a lot of price for destroying the illusion of drought.

After the ghost child left, Liu Dashao and Tian Guoqiang left this place of right and wrong without stopping, carrying Ma Xiaoyan. Along the way, I met a lot of passers-by. Seeing the appearance of the three of them, they all looked puzzled, but the three of them did not make any explanation and rushed back as quickly as possible.

After returning home, everyone finally breathed a long sigh of relief. Before they had time to be happy, they became nervous, because there was still one person who did not come back, so they covered Zhang En Pu, who fled. I don't know how he was doing.

At this moment, Zhang Enpou's situation is extremely critical. His head is dizzy, his whole body is full of blood, and the rune paper has already been used up, and now he only relies on a mahogany sword to make the last fight. Fortunately, when the ability of the drought was exhausted, the crooked charm more or less put a certain burden on her. Gradually, she felt unbearable, and the fast speed she was proud of gradually slowed down. This may be the reason why Zhang Enpu was able to persist for so long.

Bang... Zhang Enpu, who was physically weak, was swept by the drought and knocked over to the ground. He twisted his body, crossed his legs, and tripped this thing down again. It's just that he knows better than anyone that this doesn't work at all.

"Are I going to die?" Zhang Enpu was a little desperate. The purpose before he first came was to make a quick decision and leave no future troubles. He didn't expect that the drought would be so good, so he didn't make much preparation. I didn't expect that this drought is not only not a rookie, but also more fierce than ordinary drought, which makes people unable to fight.

The dark clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and the sparks on the ground are getting darker and darker.

The whole ravine is shrouded in a deep silence. The cemeteries, wheat stacks, figures, and coffins are all swaying in one space.

Zhang Enp's arm slowly fell down, and then he suddenly supported himself with his sword, bent down and kept coughing.

At this time, Zhang En Pu gradually has a perception. The blow of the drought just now was really fast, like a huge hammer, which hit his chest. If he hadn't subconsciously stepped back two steps and slowed down the offensive with distance, I'm afraid he would have to wait in the coffin now. Liu Da Shao's child in this wilderness is not very reliable. I'm afraid It's dead, not even a body collector.

It hurts, it really hurts!

This is Zhang Enpuri's real feeling at this moment. This feeling is like there are tens of millions of little sparrows waiting to be fed, pecking rice on their skin and flesh. Of course, the only difference is that it is a trauma, and it is a real internal injury, unlike a black-hearted businessman, half liquor and half water.

"Hun!" The dry claws pressed against Zhang Enpu's cheek for the third time and rubbed the tip of his nose. The gloomy cold wind blew a spiral, and the skin was painful, which made life have the illusion of being late. Because the distance was too close, Zhang Enpu even distinguished the length and color of the woman's nails. It's clear. He hurriedly tilted his body, and a well blocked it. But he finally dodged this killing move, and he didn't take a breath of air. He was loose, but the little drought on his feet also joined the fun with his mother. A big mouth full of sharp teeth creaked up and down, and picked the place where Zhang Enpu was not easy to dodge to bite. One after another, Zhang Enpu'ssing face was big. The sweat, the face is black to the bottom of the pot,

Alas! It's also difficult for this old man. You know, although this zombie is divided into black hair, white hair, green hair and drought, in the final analysis, they can't escape a commonality, that is, the word 'stiff'! Compared with other similar species, this dry squall is indeed invulnerable, water and fire invulnerable. It kills a person like pinching a chicken, but his movements are just to jump, jump, and use two claws into people's necks. So far, Zhang Enyu has fought with this thing for more than ten rounds, and has also roughly figured out her routine, so she is still reluctant to deal with it. Occasionally, there is a small risk, and it is not too embarrassing, because zombies can't bend over and kick their legs. He just needs to protect himself on three roads. But there is a small one for no reason, but it's not easy to do! That's why. It turned out that this little zombie was born a baby, with a small physique, like a cat. If he wants to attack, he will naturally attack Zhang Enqi's bottom. There is still a chance for one-on-one. These two-on-one, mother and son cooperate, move up and down, and fill in the gaps. Zhang En Pu can't stand it.

But when he saw that Zhang Enpu stepped on a mandarin duck chain on his feet, he jumped away from the body of the young drought, turned his right elbow down, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, split Huashan with one move, and looked at the back of the evil thing, and was about to stab it. This big one has become a climate. It is impossible for ordinary things to break her defense, but this little one is born within a week. He believes that if he tries his best, he will definitely give him a bright and cool heart! However, the ideal and reality are always far from each other. Seeing that Zhang Enpu was about to take advantage of it, half of the mahogany sword was held by the drought. The drought sneered, and the other hand was going to grab Zhang Enpu's hilt. Zhang Enpu was shocked. In the crisis, he let go of one hand, and the other hand could not dodge, and was caught by the drought. And the little dry fish also turned his head. His snot was mixed with fishy saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth, staring at Zhang Enpu's eyes turned green like a small waterfall. This little thing must be thinking about it now. Hey hey, what a big meat, I don't know how many meals I can eat.

"The spirit of Yangming, Shenwei Tibetan. Collect the yin charm, hide the human figure, the spiritual charm together, leave the house without trace, dare to disobey, the heavenly soldiers go up!" Think about how strong this drought is. Once you hold something, it will not break you free like the blacksmith's pliers. Zhang Enpuri was nervous, and his little arms and calves could not be able to struggle. In desperation, he had to sink his shoulders and read the 'Tingjia God' in his mouth. Dingjia mantra belongs to the intermediate spell of Taoism. It can inject the caster's own mana into the magic weapon carrier connected to the body and increase its lethality by one level. However, because of the loss of intermediate transmission, the efficiency is not 100% so high. It can have a 20% or 30%, which is thank God. In fact, this is the same principle as what we often say, but it is a master's work, a master's guard, and a different duty.

Zhang Enpu put his tongue against his jaw and was angry. He was not ready to fart, but spit out the last word of the spell vigorously. In an instant, the mahogany sword caught by the drought and trembled, and there was a complex entangled inscription pattern on the sword body. The pattern was as bright as a spark, and it became With the momentum of blazing the plain, the whole mahogany sword was reflected into a faint bright white halo, and the position caught by the drought was buzzing like a flash, with bursts of blue air mixed with black fire, burning the whole palm of the drought. With a strange cry, he added another force to his hand and grasped it firmly, but he didn't let go. Zhang En Pu also added a lot of effort, so he decided to spend time with her first and then make plans. Unexpectedly, the little drought did not come to join in the fun again. He stared at Zhang Enpu's thighs and rushed away. The hand that controlled the mahogany sword was held by the drought, and the other hand was holding the sword formula, which was suddenly disgraced and distracted. With this loss of energy, the mahogany sword fell down. As Zhang Enpu jumped to avoid the attack of the little drought, the brilliance of the sword became more and more dim. Finally, the smoke dissipated, and the whole sword returned to its original appearance.

Zhang Enpou said in his heart that it was a pity that this move didn't work, so I could only play kung fu with you. He is the heavenly master of Longhu Mountain. Naturally, he is involved in Taoist martial arts. Although Taoists emphasize a practice, they are not as biased towards one subject as Buddhism. Instead, they are involved in all aspects. Such as art of war, medical skills, martial arts, chess skills and so on. Since ancient times, don't underestimate these. Since ancient times, you have really not said that you have become a Taoist priest by martial arts, such as Zhang Sanfeng and his seven eldest disciples, who play Taijiquan. Usually, more than a dozen strong men can't get close to him. Zhang Enpu practiced the dragon and tiger shape of Longhu Mountain. This kung fu pays attention to opening and closing. His action is strong and powerful, fast and powerful. But at this time, his arm was caught. For a moment, he was eager to break free, and his feet were hugged by the little drought. He returned repeatedly incompetently. He suddenly shouted loudly, and the other hand caught the hand that grabbed his fist. Grasp his thumb with five fingers.

This move can be regarded as a tough move, because as long as you grab a person's thumb and pull it hard, even the iron man will fall to the ground. However, he failed again. Since he is a drought, how can his muscles and bones be compared with ordinary people? At this time, Zhang Enpu's face turned red, and he used twelve points of strength, and he couldn't break the little thumb of the drought. The little drought climbed up his body along his thigh and took another bite on his arm. Zhang Enpu shook the arm desperately to get rid of the little debris, but this little drought was really tenacious and trembling in the sky like a kite, but the mouth still bit Zhang Enpu's meat and took root. The bud is average, but it doesn't mean that it hasn't been released.

Zhang Enpu really cried this time. What is this? Seeing that the little drought was addicted to biting, the big drought was also very energetic. He opened his mouth and bit Zhang Enpu's neck, vowing to drain his blood. He stayed in the coffin all day, without brushing his teeth or garging his mouth. Naturally, the smell in his mouth was not what ordinary people could stand. It smelled worse than eating garlic. Zhang Enpu almost fainted. However, he still survived, stepped on the chest of the drought, and took advantage of this momentum to fall into the pile of rocks not far away.