Lord of Puluo

In the small courtyard in the mountain, Mr. Yao is sharpening his knife.

He received news from Qiu Zhiheng that all thirteen mourners were dead.

Thirteen lost lives will bring the bad luck of the Sangmen Formation to its peak, and the Sangmen Formation will bring a catastrophe to Shiwanggou.

Where does the catastrophe begin?

No need to ask, we have to start from the Earth God.

Sangmenxing will bring the disaster of the formation to Mr. Yao first.

He will also bring the souls of those mourning monks to Mr. Yao.

In Yao's hometown, under normal circumstances, Sangmenxing would not dare to take action head-on.

Concentrating all the bad luck on Yao's family, he now dares to take action.

"Old dog, come here!" Yao Lao tried the edge of the three-pointed two-edged knife.

He planned to capture Sangmen Xing alive, and then force him to reveal the formation deployed by Sangmen Xing.

Even if you risk your life, you have to break the Sangmen Formation!

As long as this old life is still there, no one can touch Yaowanggou.

Yao Lao drank enough wine and waited for Sangmen Xing to come to his door.

Wow~

There were hundreds of wine jars piled at the base of the wall. The top wine jar slowly slid down and was about to fall to the ground.

Yao Lao waved his sword and the wine jar returned to its original position.

These wines were Yao Lao's fighting strength. They had been piled up at the base of the wall for who knows how many years, but something happened at this time.

unlucky.

The Sangmen Star is here.

A bit of alcohol can resist a bit of bad luck.

Yao Lao tried to suppress the bad luck with alcohol, but the Sangmen Formation was too powerful, and there was a huge difference between the alcohol and bad luck.

Gusts of dark wind blew up, and five balls of green flames entered the yard and ran rampant.

This is the soul of the mourning cultivator, here to take the lead, trying to destroy the traps in the yard.

Yao Lao picked up a wine jar with a long knife and threw it in the air. The wine splashed down, and the dead souls roared and whined, and turned into smoke in the blink of an eye.

"Son of a turtle!" Yao Lao spat, "I've been waiting for you for so long, and then you're going to deal with me with these stinky fish and rotten shrimps?"

Before he finished speaking, hundreds of dead souls rushed into the courtyard, hovering around Mr. Yao without taking any action.

Is this all mourning?

How can there be so many mourners?

These are not all mourning cultivators, there are also dead souls that have been entangled to death by the mourning cultivators. These souls have been collected by Sangmen Xing for decades. In his hands, these dead souls are weapons full of bad luck.

Yao Lao waved his long sword again, and hundreds of wine jars flew up from under the wall, splashing wine, and rain of wine poured down.

Originally, with the help of wine and rain, this group of dead souls could be wiped out.

As luck would have it, a gust of wind blew and blew the jar's mouth sideways. The wine spilled out quickly, and all was lost in the blink of an eye.

This is the power of the Sangmen Formation.

The wine rain was blown away by the strong wind, but the souls of the dead were still lingering around. When Yao Lao touched the handle of the knife, the three-pointed two-edged knife flew out. The handle of the knife stretched more than ten feet, like a string of candied haws, and strung dozens of dead souls into a string. With a stir, dozens of dead souls turned into ashes.

The long knife returned to his hand steadily, and the remaining ghosts were hiding in the distance, not daring to come forward. Yao Lao yawned and said: "Old dog, I'm almost asleep!"

After losing so many dead souls, did Sangmen Star gain nothing in exchange?

These dead souls turned into ashes, but the ashes did not disperse and were still lingering on Old Yao's head.

The ashes gathered together quietly, and Mr. Yao seemed not to notice.

This is a big bad luck. If he really takes this hit, General Yao will not be able to dodge the next one, because no matter where he dodges, accidents will happen.

The ashes fell rapidly, and Yao Lao was still defenseless.

Seeing the ashes falling on his head, Yao Lao suddenly drew the carved bow from behind.

At the same time, the flags on all sides flew up and fluttered, dispersing the dust on their heads.

With the arrow on the string, Yao Lao opened the carved bow, turned around suddenly, and shot an arrow behind him.

You thief, I've calculated that you're going to take action.

Yao Lao knew that bad luck was approaching, and if he dodged, he would be attacked by the Sangmen Star.

If you don't hide, you will be hit hard by this bad luck.

It is precisely because he has accurately calculated the opponent's tactics that Yao Lao also calculated the opponent's position.

The arrow flew through the air, but unfortunately it failed to hit.

It is normal to miss. No matter how good your archery skills are, there is still a probability. Under such strong bad luck, there is no possibility of a hit with one arrow.

Yao Lao fired another arrow, but still missed.

Based on his experience, Yao Lao changed his direction and fired five arrows in succession. Finally, one arrow stopped in mid-air.

bingo!

Yao Lao sprayed a ball of flame at the arrow, and a figure emerged from the wailing sound.

The Sangmen Star appears!

Flags were placed on all sides, surrounded in all directions, criss-crossing and crisscrossing, pinning the figure to the ground.

"Bitch thief, suffer death!" Yao Lao held up a three-pointed two-edged knife and stabbed Sangmen Xing's head off with one blow.

In order to prevent Sangmen Xing from resurrecting, Mr. Yao took out a wine bottle and poured half a bottle of wine on Sangmen Xing's neck.

The smoke was lingering, indicating that the other party was indeed dead, and Mr. Yao let out a sigh of relief.

Even though the Sangmen Star is dead, it's still troublesome. How can this Sangmen Formation be cracked?

Yao Lao wanted to take a sip of wine to calm his mind, but the corpse on the ground suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke and dust and fell on Yao Lao's face.

Bad luck is coming!

Was this the corpse of Zangmen Star exploded?

No, this is not Sangmen Xing, the soul that was nailed to the ground just now was still Sangxiu's dead soul.

How could I have seen it wrong?

How come I can't tell the difference between the Sangmen Star and the Dead Soul?

Dreamland!

Yao Lao was dragged into a dream.

All perceptions and judgments are distorted by dreams.

When did you enter the dreamland?

Mr. Yao knew that Sangmenxing had the means of Meng Xiu, and he had taken precautions before.

He was highly concentrated and it was logically impossible for him to fall into a dream.

Could it be that you were distracted before?

Under bad luck, anything can happen.

It was useless to think too much. Yao Lao sprayed a ball of flame into his palm. As it burned, Yao Lao came to his senses.

No dead souls were seen in front of him, nor was he the Sangmen Star. He seemed to have stepped on something under his feet.

It looks like some loose wine lees.

No, this is a trap.

Yao Lao stepped into the trap he set.

There is a big difference between the house in the dream and the real house. When Yao Lao was chasing the Sangmen Star in the dream, his footsteps were distorted, and by mistake, he walked into his own trap.

The medicine jar hanging on the warehouse broke, and the medicine powder spilled all over Yao Lao.

Unlucky enough to be like this.

This was the poison he carefully prepared, and it all fell on him at this moment.

The poison immediately penetrated into the skin, Yao Lao's body stiffened, and most of the lingering alcohol smell dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The smell of alcohol was an important barrier for Mr. Yao to resist bad luck. He raised the wine pot and wanted to wash away the poison with wine.

Unexpectedly, there was still wine in the palm of his hand because of the sweat. The wine bottle slipped and fell to the ground.

Yao Lao leaned over to pick up the wine bottle, and two dead souls rushed up from behind.

The three-pointed two-edged sword, driven by Yao Lao's thoughts, moved behind him to parry.

As luck would have it, the poison suddenly broke out violently at this moment. Old Yao was in severe pain all over his body, his mind was slack, his technique was unbalanced, and the three-pointed two-edged knife lost control and stabbed into Old Yao's back.

This stabbing was hard and accurate, directly penetrating Yao Lao's chest.

Yao Lao pulled out a three-pointed, two-edged sword. He was unsteady on his feet and staggered. He stepped on the trap he had set up again and a can of strong liquor fell down, spilling all over him.

Can this bottle of strong liquor wash away the poison?

cannot.

There is a lot of wine in the yard, which can wash away the poison, but this jar cannot. This jar of wine was specially used by Mr. Yao to aggravate the poison.

A poisonous attack spread all over his body. Mr. Yao's skin fell off and his flesh and blood were all bloody. He stood there and had difficulty moving.

The dead souls came forward to attack with all kinds of weapons in hand, and they were driven away by flags on all sides. Yao Lao was about to run out of alcohol, and even flags couldn't drive them away.

Yao Lao heard Sangmen Xing's voice: "Look at you like this, who do you think you are?"

Words of mourning.

Sangmenxing suddenly appeared, passed through the flag, picked up the weak Yao Lao, and threw him to another Sangmenxing as if playing a trick.

Why is there another Sangmenxing?

Sangmenxing carried Mr. Yao and said with a smile: "Are you, a drunkard like you, worthy of a local god? I don't even have to kill you myself. I can just call a few lonely ghosts to kill you."

Under the urging of the mourning words, Mr. Yao lost all his fighting spirit.

The three dead souls raised their three-pointed, two-edged knives and stabbed them into Yao Lao's chest.

Sangmenxing said: "Are you a face-conscious person? If you really care about this old face, commit suicide as soon as possible. I am doing this for your own good. If the god of earth really dies in the hands of a lonely ghost, wouldn't he become the world's leader? laughing stock?"

It would be easy to die.

But what should I do in Yaowangou?

Sangmenxing made a plan for Mr. Yao: "I will keep half of the living people in Yaowanggou, and I will give the remaining half to you for burial.

What are you waiting for? Are you reluctant to die? You are so shameless after living at this age! "

Kill half?

Bastard, try it!

Yao Lao suddenly took back the three-pointed two-edged sword and slashed towards the Sangmen Star.

The big knife was swung in the air. At this moment, Yao Lao felt a ringing in his ears. He slashed in the wrong direction and missed the Sangmen star. He was kicked to the ground by another Sangmen star.

A bit of alcohol can ward off a bit of bad luck.

Have a sip of wine, and you’ll be able to relax with a sip of wine!

There were still several jars of wine at the base of the wall. Mr. Yao got up with difficulty and wanted to call the jars of wine at the base of the wall.

The strong wind blows, the smell of alcohol on his body completely dissipates, and the technique becomes ineffective.

Mr. Yao rushed towards the wine jar at the base of the wall. Sangmenxing appeared again and kicked Mr. Yao in the heart, knocking him more than a foot away.

Before Mr. Yao could get up, another Sangmenxing appeared next to him, turning the bad luck into a long sword and stabbing Mr. Yao in the back of the heart.

Yao Lao barely managed to escape, but another Sangmen star turned his bad luck into a hammer and hit Yao Lao in the face.

This hammer cracked Yao Lao's skull, and bad luck poured in. Yao Lao's vision dimmed, and he could only vaguely see some outlines.

Why are there so many Sangmenxing?

Dream?

Yao Lao was sure that he was not dreaming.

This should be a clone.

How could the clone of Sangmen Star be so powerful?

Is this also the technique Neizhou gave him?

Yao Lao struggled to get up, but before he could stand upright, several Sangmenxing and a group of dead souls came forward to attack him.

Wine, even a sip of wine can defeat him.

After holding on for a while, Mr. Yao finally got a wine jar. The wine didn't touch his lips. The clone of Sangmenxing smashed the wine jar with a hammer, and Mr. Yao was also hit against the wall with a hammer.

The wall collapsed, and Mr. Yao climbed up from the rubble and stood leaning against the bed.

Next to the bed is a wind-up record player sent by Li Banfeng.

He knew what the record player was for and where the record came from.

listen?

Too embarrassed to listen.

I was ashamed to see her back then, and I am even more ashamed to see her today.

This battle was miserable, and so far, Mr. Yao has not even seen the true form of Sangmen Xing.

Sangmenxing is right, I really don't want to give up on my old face.

Yao Lao saw the wine vat in the house. This was the last chance and the only backup plan available at the moment.

But he knew in his heart that with the current battle situation and luck, if he rushed directly to the wine vat, he might not be able to touch a drop of wine.

You have to try it even if you can’t touch it.

As soon as Mr. Yao took a step toward the wine vat, his knees were improperly exerted and suddenly shifted up and down. Mr. Yao collapsed on the ground.

He supported his body with both hands and climbed towards the wine vat.

Two dead souls stepped forward and trampled Mr. Yao to the ground. Mr. Yao struggled to get up and knocked away the two dead souls. One dead soul staggered and hit the record player on the bedside.

According to the current fortune, the record player should be damaged by now.

But instead of destroying the record player, the dead spirit hit the switch of the record player.

Tsk la la la~

The record player made some noise.

In the house, all the souls of the deceased cultivators will not move.

Yao Lao's heart tightened, he didn't know what he would hear.

He wondered what the marshal would say to him.

Banglanglanglang~

The gongs and drums sounded.

A group of clones from Sangmen Star were frightened by the sound of gongs and drums.

Is this record player a magic weapon?

Sangmen Xing immediately controlled his clone to destroy the record player. After the singing started, Sangmen Xing's real body and soul became unstable, and he was forced back several feet together with his real body.

"This letter comes by chance.

God helped Huang Zhong succeed in his work,

Stand at the camp gate and announce the camp call,

The young man listens to his roots! "

It's "Dingjun Mountain".

Yao Lao's eyes widened.

It's the marshal!

is her!

When she went on an expedition, she sang "Dingjun Mountain" to the soldiers.

She still remembers me, this old thing!

The two clones of Sangmenxing rushed towards the record player again.

His true form was lying in ambush next to the wine vat.

According to Sangmen Xing's speculation, Lao Yao will rush to the wine vat at all costs. By then he will destroy the record player, and then use his real body to deal with Lao Yao, which is a sure win.

Unexpectedly, Lao Yao didn't rush to the wine vat. He protected the record player at all costs.

Sangmenxing was secretly shocked: This old guy is a wine cultivator. What he needs most now is wine. Is this record player more important than wine?

Then it can't be kept.

Sangmenxing sent five more clones to besiege Lao Yao.

In the process, Lao Yao was knocked to the ground by his clone, knocking over the table behind him.

The table tipped over the cabinet, which overturned and hit the wine vat.

There's really no way to talk about luck.

It stands to reason that this is extremely unlucky.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yao fell over, the wine vat broke, and a full vat of wine, which was just right, all spilled on Mr. Yao.

Sangmenxing was startled and felt that something was not right.

Is this old guy lucky?

With the Sangmen Formation at its peak, how could he be lucky?

…

Huchi, wheeze~

Curiously, Li Banfeng was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.

Huchi, wheeze~

Li Banfeng and his companions all took a breath together.

Li Banfeng rubbed his crotch: "One foot in the door, one foot outside the door. Digging like this is too tiring."

The wall trembled, and Li Banfeng heard the voice of his companion: "Four railway tracks, switching back and forth, don't you think I'm tired?"

Looking at the bloody soil in the sack, Li Banfeng suddenly laughed loudly: "Hahahaha!"

The whistle sounded, and I seemed to be laughing together with Li Banfeng.

Huchi~huchi~

The lady cheered continuously and the drums continued to rumble.

The mourning gate array is broken!

…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In Mr. Yao's yard, the bad luck dissipated with the sound of war drums.

The record player is still playing "Dingjun Mountain".

The sound of the drum was so loud that Sangmenxing was frightened.

With each word, all the dead souls were so frightened that they held their heads and shrank.

"The head is full of drums, and the fighting rice is made!"

The wine flowing on the ground disappeared, and Mr. Yao drank it together with the sediment.

"Two drums, tighten your shirt!"

Yao Lao stood up, straightened his clothes, flew the flags on all sides, and put them back on his back.

"Three-way drums, the sword is unsheathed!"

The three-pointed two-edged sword returned to Yao Lao's palm.

"Sound to the four drums, hand over the troops!"

The Sangmen Star summoned the dead souls to resist Yao Lao. Amidst the singing of the record player, the dead souls had long lost their ability to move.

Yao Lao waved his long knife, and when the blade passed by, the room was filled with wine mist.

Hundreds of dead souls turned into ashes in an instant.

I don't know if it was because of his leg injury or because he was drunk. Yao Lao staggered towards the Sangmen Star. With a flash of the sword and a sound of wind, the Sangmen Star broke into two pieces.

This is a clone.

Where is your real body?

Mr. Yao couldn't see clearly.

"So what if you can't see clearly, I'll just chop them all!" Yao Lao smiled, and the wine mist instantly enveloped the entire courtyard, and the spicy wine made Sangmen Xing unable to open his eyes.

As the sword flashed, more than ten clones turned into broken limbs all over the ground.

The Sangmen Formation was cracked, and the bad luck was gradually overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Sangmen Star controlled a clone to fly out of the yard.

Yao Lao threw out the three-pointed two-edged sword and went to chase the clone with the long sword.

The real body of Sangmen Star took the opportunity to escape. As his body moved, he brought up a little breeze, causing the wine mist to move.

The flag behind his back trembled in the fog, and Yao Lao judged the location of the Sangmen Star.

"Thief, where are you going!" Yao Lao stretched out his hand towards the wine mist and grabbed Sangmen Xing's head.

Once your head is captured, it will be difficult to escape!

Sangmenxing turned his bad luck into a short knife and stabbed and slashed Yao Lao's arm.

Yao Lao seemed to be unaware of the pain, grabbing Sangmen Xing's head and rushing forward.

Sangmenxing controlled all the remaining clones to besiege Yao Lao.

Flags were flying in all directions, helping Yao Lao to resist.

If you can hold it, hold it, if you can't hold it, hold it!

Yao Lao didn't care how many times he was stabbed, he grabbed Sangmen Xing's head and just rushed forward.

Sangmenxing dragged Yao Lao into a dream.

Yao Lao's footsteps were distorted by the dream, but he still rushed forward.

Is he dreaming or awake now?

Sangmen Xing couldn't tell the difference, and Mr. Yao himself didn't bother to tell the difference.

How about being awake?

So what if you’re dreaming?

Just rush forward!

After killing the clone, the three-pointed two-edged sword flew back and was waiting for Mr. Yao in the yard.

"Everyone who steps forward will be rewarded. If you step back, you will inevitably get a knife. All the generals and I will return to camp!"

The old general roared angrily, picked up Sangmen Xing's head, and stabbed it on the blade!

Yaowanggou, bad luck dissipates.

The mourning star kept wailing.