Unlucky black cat

Chapter 208 Cats always like to twist their necks

But.

In a daze, Xu Ming raised his hand and touched his chin thoughtfully.

If you go through the door on our side, you shouldn't encounter anything from the West. Why do you insist on painting it?

Because the weird world is not clear-cut.

Three Thousand Resentments leisurely stood up and peeled off the canvas.

Western, Eastern, Cthulhu, ancient Egyptian and other different mythologies are actually mixed together.

I have seen angels covered with eyeballs, demons as high as mountains, indescribable abnormalities, and gods with three heads and six arms and hundreds of eyes and thousands of pupils.

As Three Thousand Resentments spoke, he randomly summoned balls of flames and burned the canvas to ashes.

As for me, why did I paint the cherubim? That's because I felt like I could kill it.

“So, I’m getting familiar with it.”

Oh I got it.

Xu Ming patted his head in understanding.

Then what is the difference between these beings above the resentful spirits and the resentful spirits? In addition, are they originally human beings?

No.

Sanqianwen shook his head silently.

The vast majority of them should be born with greatness. Only a small number of individuals are gradually transformed by people who have gone through hardships.

As for the difference between a vengeful spirit and a vengeful spirit.

Sanqianqian buried his head in thought for a moment.

After a long time, he opened his mouth to explain.

To put it in the simplest way, a wraith is a weird thing that can use spiritual power to directly interfere with reality. On top of a wraith, there is a weird thing that can use spiritual power to initially create reality.

Even their bodies were probably created by themselves...

Oh, create reality!

Xu Ming screamed in surprise.

This ability is too exaggerated. Are you really sure you can hunt them?

Oh, of course.

Sanqianqian sneered and raised his mouth.

They can only create a preliminary reality, which means they cannot create life. In order to condense the entity, or because they are born great, they do not have as terrible resentment as the resentful spirits.

So in essence, although the Wraith Spirits are extremely powerful and have even become living beings in another sense, they may be more likely to die than the Wraith Spirits.

Ah, that's right.

Xu Ming suddenly raised his head.

Suddenly, the man blinked blankly again.

Three thousand...

Um?

I'm hungry……

...

What shall we have for lunch?

Tsk, you sweep the floor, I'll go cook.

Hey, no problem, leave it to me.

…

At the same time, in the Yama Hall.

Jiang Sheng and Xing Tai had already reached the entrance hall belonging to the fourth hall.

Inside the door, there was an old monk giving a lecture.

There were many pilgrims and believers sitting around.

Huh?

Jiang Sheng, who originally thought that there were only Taoist priests in the Yama Hall, frowned and even looked sideways at Xing Tai who was nearby and asked.

Is this Yama Hall a Taoist or a Buddhist?

ah.

Xing Tai, who had traveled here in the early years, seemed to be well prepared for Jiang Sheng's questions.

The Yama Hall has always been a collaboration between Buddhism and Taoism.

ha?

Jiang Sheng twitched his mouth with a subtle expression.

Won't the believers on both sides fight?

How could it be? People who come here basically just want to feel at ease. Who would fight because of what they believe in?

After being enlightened by Jiang Sheng, Xing Tai's tone and expression became much more lively, at least not as numb as before.

The religious atmosphere in our country is not as strong as Indu.

Yeah, that's right...

Jiang Sheng, whose mind was open, nodded slightly.

The next second, it looked sideways at the old monk sitting in front of the hall.

Wait, this is a psychic too! ?

What a weird way to hold your breath.

I almost ignored him.

Jiang Sheng looked at the old monk seriously.

Probably due to the impending breakthrough.

The cat demon's current inspiration has also been greatly enhanced.

It even dares to say so.

If Xu Ming appears again, the identity of the hidden psychic appears in front of it.

It must be able to see through it at a glance.

Although Jiang Sheng didn't know it, Xu Ming's hiding method also came from Three Thousand Resentments.

So unless the cat demon has more than three thousand spiritual powers.

Otherwise it wouldn't be able to see through the disguise.

But now the old monk.

How weird...

He looked like a dead person, without any breath.

Breathing is also much weaker than that of ordinary people.

If not for sudden inspiration.

I'm afraid I just ignored him.

Jiang Sheng stared at the old monk silently.

It seems that he wants to understand the techniques used by the other party.

As everyone knows, the monk is also paying attention to it at the moment.

Resentful spirits, big ghosts, soaring resentment.

As a senior spiritual practitioner.

In the eyes of the old monk.

A crude disguise like Jiang Sheng's was obviously meaningless.

But this undoubtedly does not mean that his heart has not wavered.

After all, theoretically speaking, a resentful spirit has the ability to destroy a city.

And seven big ghosts put together...

I'm afraid no one dares to say for sure.

If Jiang Sheng goes crazy unscrupulously, what kind of harm will it cause.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

While breathing, the old monk felt as if he could hear his own heartbeat.

Even the oral Buddhist scriptures were recited incorrectly.

Fortunately, none of the passengers present could hear it.

Who is that person?

The old monk thought, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the white-haired boy standing not far away.

A walking corpse followed beside him.

There are seven big ghosts pressing inside his body.

Black mud surged outside Yintang.

In the sky, ghosts cry and gods howl.

There are six hands hanging around the waist and seven heads on the back.

There is a mountain of accumulated evil spirits on the top.

The sea of ​​blood beneath my feet was as deep as a ditch.

Fanatic! Isn't he afraid of the backlash?

Or maybe this monster is not actually a human?

Feeling the vague disaster, but actually as big as hell, enveloped the Buddhist hall.

The old monk's inner robe was soaked with sweat.

Amitabha, sin, sin, sin.

Could it be that today is the calamity for my monk sect?

No, at least the pilgrims must be kept safe.

The old monk at this end held the prayer beads emptyly and made a decision in his heart.

As for Jiang Sheng on the other side, it was after he had completely released his inspiration.

He tilted his neck in confusion.

Huh?

How do I feel.

There seems to be a layer of fog in this place?