Chapter 260 Please Let Me Become You

In Zengtou City, there are not only the Five Tigers of the Zeng Family, but also a patriarch of the Zeng Family who is said to have come to the Central Plains to trade ginseng when he was young and amassed a fortune of tens of thousands of taels.

Cao Jie was not careless.

If he had been careless, he would not have come out in person tonight.

Although it was only the soul that came, for a master who was capable of conceiving a god, the physical body did not have much use and could even become a burden.

What's more, Cao Jie is a fifth-grade master of the Sun Travel Realm who practices the "Baoyueguangwang Buddha". The arrival of a wisp of his soul to control the moonlight in the sky is the greatest warning against the group of Jurchens in Zengtou City.

The rhythmic "dong dong" sounds echoed in the night, and when the first sound came, it actually startled Cao Jie and Gongsun Sheng.

"Boom~"

The white-haired Zeng Nong walked out of the darkness and gently tapped the old leather drum at his waist with a small stick. The Liangshan heroes who had just turned around and left were also shaken in their hearts.

Only Lu Zhishen, who had practiced the method of the Wrathful Vajra, was unmoved.

Cao Jie narrowed his eyes slightly and saw that Zeng Nong was not dressed like a Han Chinese. Instead, he had shaved off all the hair on the front of his head, leaving only the hair on the back of his head, which was braided into a small tuft hanging behind his head.

This hairstyle is mainly convenient for riding and shooting in the mountains and forests.

Moreover, both the civilized Jurchens and the uncivilized Raw Jurchens believed that braids were the residence of the true soul and regarded them as the basis of life. Regardless of whether they died unfortunately while hunting or were killed in battle, they would bring their braids back to their hometown and bury them with great ceremony.

Zeng Nong glanced at the dead five tigers of the Zeng family, his eyes full of hatred.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Standing in the blood-stained ground, Na Zengnong danced in an exaggerated manner while beating the drum.

In ancient China, there were also witch doctors who performed shaman dances.

However, when Emperor Qin Shi Huang conquered the six kingdoms, unified China, burned books and buried scholars, the tradition of witch doctors and shamans was 90% cut off.

Since the Han Dynasty, the remaining traditions have been renamed and called unorthodox teachings.

The night was dim. A night owl that came out to look for food in the dark looked up at Zengtou City where the sound of "Bang! Bang! Bang!" was heard. With a look of fear in its eyes, it fled without a trace in an instant.

Zeng Nong suddenly stopped the drumstick in his hand. A gust of cold wind blew around him, covering the surroundings in an indescribable atmosphere. The branches of the trees were swaying, and the intertwining of them looked like ghost claws and looming ghost shadows. Leaves fell one by one, creating a terrifying scene.

"Please, God, please."

Zeng Nong bit his finger and put on an evil makeup on his face. As he shouted in a confident and sharp voice, the night became more and more eerie.

"This is a method of summoning gods from the White Mountains and Black Waters, a side-door technique."

Gongsun Sheng explained calmly.

Although Cao Jie has reached the fifth level of Sun Travel Realm, which is equivalent to Gongsun Sheng, most of his abilities were acquired through cheating, and he has no experience in fighting.

Seeing that Gongsun Sheng was not in a hurry, he naturally did not rush either, and asked, "What is the strength of this person?"

"I barely made it to the Sun Travel Realm, maybe the sixth level!"

"Oh!"

Cao Jie nodded slightly.

"The sun sets in the west... The sky is getting dark... The dragon returns to the sea and the tiger returns to the mountain... The dragon returns to the sea to bring rain... The tiger returns to the mountain to sleep peacefully... Alas..."

As Zeng Nong beat hard on the broken drum with his bleeding palms, his eyeballs began to roll up and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"There are seven-star glazed tiles on the head and eight-sided purple gold bricks under the feet. The feet are on the ground and the head is in the sky. Take big steps and walk in a chain, with both feet standing firmly on the camp. Burn incense and beat drums to invite the immortal..."

"Little old man... please let the old fairy possess me..."

"Ouch..."

A shrill wolf howl was heard in the darkness, followed by waves of wolf howls that got farther and farther away.

"whee……"

"Ha ha……"

"Flesh and blood...are all mine...are all mine..." Strange voices echoed in the dark night.

Suddenly, the bodies of the five tigers of the Zeng family began to move, accompanied by swallowing sounds.

Zeng Nong had only the whites of his eyes left, but he spoke faster and faster: "Old Immortal... I know you are coming, don't make a noise or make a fuss. You are majestic but also murderous, but don't bring your majesty and murderous intent with you..."

“Boom~Boom~Boom~”

The blood had dyed the broken drum red.

"Help me, with the roof on my head and the rafters on my feet, a drum in my left hand and a whip in my right hand, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

"Dong Dong Dong!!"

call out!
Dark clouds obscured the crescent moon, and the night was filled with heavy winds, but they could not blow away the thick, indissoluble smell of blood in Zengtou City.

Blah blah blah...

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly appeared in the relatively quiet fog, and a long, ferocious shadow flashed in the fog. Not long after, the sound of friction became clearer and clearer, and a huge snake head as big as a millstone slowly rose from the white fog and appeared behind Zeng Nong.

The body of this giant snake, which was who knows how many feet long, was hidden in the mist, with only a small half of its upper body showing, showing its majestic appearance. There was a spindle-shaped red spot on its forehead, like an upright eye.

"Five souls are not enough..."

The huge snake head suddenly opened its mouth and spoke, its tongue hesitating. If an ordinary person saw it, he would be scared out of his wits and his soul would fly away.

Although the words spoken by the snake were still a little awkward and the tone of voice was quite stiff, it was clearly the hoarse voice of an old woman.

"Kill them and their souls will be yours."

"Including yours."

"I won't live for many days. I'm yours."

…………

"Brother, do you want me to do it?" Gongsun Sheng asked.

Although Cao Jie was itching to do something, he lacked the skills to take the initiative in attacking!

So he asked another question: "The one who performed the shaman dance has a sixth-grade cultivation level, what's the level of this snake demon?"

"Probably fourth rank!"

"..."

"But it's not here in its true form, so it can't exert much strength. We can destroy it with thunder magic or pure yang magic!"

Cao Jie's face was calm and calm: "Mr. Yiqing, there is no time to lose, you should come!"

"Then let me do it!"

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded out of nowhere!

Destroy evil, slay demons, and conquer monsters.

A huge and deep dark vortex rotated rapidly in the sky, lightning flashed and thunderous, and the wind howled.

In just a few breaths, a terrifying bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly appeared in the sky above, striking down with a tearing blue-white light.

"ah!"

The snake demon that was invited had hundreds of years of experience and had seen everything, but this scene frightened it.

That's Thunder!

How many people in the world can inherit the true Pure Yang Thunder Method?

It is just a dark spirit, what can you use to resist it?

Just above Zeng Nong's head, a terrifying electric current erupted. The current was blue and white in color and was at least ten meters long.

It was as if a huge and ferocious lightning snake swallowed the invited old immortal in one gulp...

(End of this chapter)