Facial Paralysis God Raises a Cat

cat belly number eight

Snake Talisman

After the group of white-faced people saluted, the following followed some rituals that in Mo Damao's opinion were particularly in line with the "cult" style.

Dancing, shouting slogans, chanting some incantations that don't have any practical meaning...

Mo Big Cat looked at it with eyes shining.

It really is the same as described in the little storybook, but I don’t know if the author of the little storybook also has the experience of being a cult member, or the rituals of these cultists are copied from various cult little storybooks circulating in the streets and alleys content.

Anyway, Mo Damao has been confirmed all the way, and he has a faint illusion that he is a prophet cat.

The Prophet Cat touched its clean chin with great interest, and began to prophesy: ​​"After dancing around the brazier, it is time to start kneeling in four directions."

"Really? Xiaoyou is really powerful."

Chun Liao's expression of feigned surprise and admiration is well-balanced, and he is very handy in taking pictures of cat farts and buttocks.Mo Damao obviously enjoyed Chunluo's compliment very much, and swung three tails behind him, showing his master's good mood.

Just when the two of them were having a good time playing the game of "you brag about me", the group of people at the other end sat down cross-legged after worshiping, and began to listen to the white-faced man with a black mark on his forehead preaching. .

Mo Damao also listened for a while, and then realized that the preacher was simply talking nonsense.He actually mixed up the Taoism of the immortal cultivator and the demon cultivator, and he was a hearsay generation.It's no wonder that among so many people, there is no one who has a real cultivation base. It would be strange if he could gain something from listening to this messy sermon all day long.

However, what seemed to be nonsense to Mo Damao, was listened attentively by hundreds of mortals in this cave. Everyone’s expressions were extremely serious, and the preacher also spoke with great interest. I quite agree with these Taoisms that simply cannot stand scrutiny.

It is simply capitalized two words: ignorance.

Unlike Mo Damao's disdainful mood, Chun Mao kept his eyes on the preacher.Although judging from this person's aura, he should be a living person, but he was exuding a dead breath.This kind of dead air is different from the controlled zombies and the disciples who practice special skills at the Gully Gate.

It's like half of his soul is in the yang world and half in the underworld. The yang energy and the yin energy meet, and the breath is quite chaotic. He belongs to the kind of person who may lose his soul at any time.

It's just that what Chun Mao couldn't figure out was, how could a person like this with half of his soul in the coffin and no body protection at all, be able to sit here and preach in good health?

Being bedridden and unconscious is the normal state that this kind of person should have.

Chun Liao was still thinking about it, but Mo Damao's eyes lit up, and he had a new idea.

The random preacher was talking about an allusion, a story about a tiger demon who stole mortal children to feed his own cubs, and was finally beaten to death by the villagers.

As for whether this person wants to instill in this group of people the theory of the weak and the strong, or the theory of punishing evil and promoting good, Mo Big Cat doesn't care.He just silently wrote down the many characteristics of this tiger demon in his heart, then turned around and began to rummage in his brother's Qiankun bag, while Chunluo spread his hands and let him fiddle with it.

As early as the first time his kitten tried to rummage through his Qiankun bag and the spell on it burned the cat's paws, Chun Mao changed the spell on the Qiankun bag, allowing the kitten to grab it freely.

Moreover, Chun Rivet's Cosmos Bag is actually an artifact. As long as the user wants it, and it is within the laws of heaven, he can take it at will. It is a must-have artifact for home travel.

Mo Damao rummaged around, and after a while, he found a piece of low-level talisman paper and some vermilion ink.Then he raised his head and grinned at Chunluo, and drew a tiger demon with teeth and claws on the talisman paper.

I saw him throwing his hand in the air, and in the blink of an eye, a majestic and majestic tiger roared in from a certain hole!

"Tiger, tiger! Why did a tiger come in!"

"The tiger demon, the tiger demon is here, the tiger demon is here!"

"evildoer!"

"Run, run!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, we have the Venerable, and the Venerable will protect us!"

Despite their surreptitious attire, this group of people is really just a bunch of unarmed, ordinary people.Seeing a beast rushing in, the first reaction was to run away.

The white tiger was not in a hurry to hurt and bite people, it jumped into the crowd from the hole, and then let out bursts of tiger roars at the crowd with great arrogance.

The group of people were so frightened that they fled in a panic, and escaped from various holes one after another.

In a short while, there were only a dozen people left in the cave hall where there were thousands of people.They gathered around the man who was called the Venerable with a black mark on his forehead.

"My lord, hurry up and save our lives!"

These dozen or so people are probably the so-called "firm minded" people, who can resist the instinctive fear in their hearts, don't run away, and still firmly believe that their venerable can save their lives. On the other hand, they are also considered human beings. In the "leading".

The venerable surrounded by him remained calm in the face of danger, and while meditating, he ordered: "Everyone, follow me to recite."

As he spoke, the Venerable began to chant mantras.

Mo Damao, who was so happy because of his success in making trouble, laughed even more happily after hearing this spell.

"This idiot actually recites the meditation mantra, it's useless!"

The Meditation Mantra is just a low-level health-preserving mantra of Xianxiu, its only function is to make people feel peaceful.

Seeing his kitten having fun, Chun Zhuo shook his head helplessly and said, "Xiaoyou, don't be vulgar."

What turned out to be unexpected was that when the dozens of people recited the meditation mantra together, the majestic big white tiger seemed to be trapped by some invisible thing, and began to roll and struggle on the spot. It was very painful.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Whenever there is a situation, he will tug on the sleeve of his brother Rivet. Mo Damao has developed this habit very well.

Chun Mao looked up at the top of the white tiger, and then a pair of deep and boundless eyes were rippling with water.

Immediately, he saw a huge phantom.

It was a man in a black robe, and he was lazily standing on the white tiger, and the white tiger was like a trapped animal, unable to break free from this predicament.

Chun Zhuo turned his head to glance at the enshrined portrait with eyes filled with water from the Longan Immortal Pond, and the previously blurred face could be clearly seen under the shimmering light of the Longan Immortal Pond.

Sure enough, the man who suppressed the white tiger tiger demon with this kick was the one worshiped by this group of people.

The phantom with a lazy expression and a black robe, after Yu Chunluo's eyes met, he was slightly stunned for a moment, probably he didn't expect that his phantom could still be seen in the mortal world.

Afterwards, the man in black robe bowed his body towards Chun Liao, with a smile of unknown intention on his face, and said with his lips: Waiting for you.

Chun Rivet stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at the phantom who provoked him expressionlessly, and then said to Mo Damao who was looking at him eagerly because he couldn't see the phantom, and said to Mo Damao, who was looking for the truth and answers: "It's just a wild flower. , it doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it.”

As he spoke, Chun Ruo blinked, and the water in the Longan Immortal Pond in his eyes faded away, and his eyesight returned to normal.

For Chunluo, the reason why he wants to see clearly is just to satisfy the curiosity of his kitten. If not, Chunluo would not even give this phantom a single glance.

Because of it, not worthy.

Seeing the phantom in the black robe, the lazy expression receded, replaced by ferocity and unwillingness.

Gritting her teeth, she said, "Emperor Muyang, one day you will kneel in front of the emperor and bow your head as a minister!"

With the disappearance of the phantom, the white tiger on the ground gradually lost its strength, and finally turned into a piece of damaged low-level talisman, lying on the ground in an orderly manner.

The group of mortals with "firm hearts" cheered in unison.

"The venerable is indeed powerful, this spell has manifested!"

However, before everyone was completely happy, they bled to death one by one.

The man who was regarded as the venerable stood up from the ground calmly, looked at the corpses on the ground, and said contemptuously: "A group of mobs are also worthy of my venerable rescue?"

Saying that, the venerable who regards human life as worthless wanted to walk away, but unexpectedly heard a low and pleasant voice.

"Xiaoyou, it will be fun if you pick off that black mark on his forehead."

His Holiness heard the reputation and looked over, and saw two handsome men in light blue gowns.

What surprised him was, when were these two people here?Obviously, until just now, he was the only one left in this huge cave hall.

"Good Le!"

Mo Big Cat of the Execution Sect immediately attacked the white-faced Venerable's forehead.

In an instant.

The white-faced venerable subconsciously took three steps back, but the black mark on his forehead was still torn off by Mo Damao.

It turned out that the black mark, shaped like a petal, was a small talisman paper pasted on the forehead of the Venerable White Face, and it was torn off by Mo Da Mao lightly.

The white-faced venerable held his forehead with his hands and screamed in panic.

The Mo big cat presenting treasure usually handed the black talisman paper to Chunluo, and asked enthusiastically, "Brother Liao, how do you play?"

I saw Chun Rivet's index finger facing the small black petal-shaped volley, and in an instant, countless ghosts poured out from it!

That battle was like a ghost walking in the night.

"Wow!"

"It's really strange."

Mo Damao wiped the cat's nose, his eyes were wide and round.

Chun Riao stroked the hair on the top of his head, then turned his head slightly, and saw that the white-faced venerable who had lost the black talisman paper was burned to the ground by will-o'-the-wisps, and finally even his soul was burned into a cloud of soot and dissipated in the air.

How could this white-faced venerable know how to disperse the tiger demon, he just used the black talisman on his forehead to summon the phantom of the person who drew the talisman.

It's just that the price of this summoning is a dozen lives.

This black talisman is called Snake Swallowing Talisman.

It is specially used to collect souls, but because it can confuse people's hearts, turn black and white, and have great side effects, even magic cultivators are rarely used. It can be regarded as a long-lost evil talisman in Muyang Continent.

Now that this evil talisman has entered the world, the mortal world is really afraid of being peaceful.