Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao Chapter 256: Lama

It was already completely dark, and they took out the green fluorescent stones, illuminating everything around them. Li Huowang didn't call to stop, everyone's expressions were tense and they kept on walking.

Gradually, the crescent moon with only a thin edge left began to rise and hang in the air, and the silver light sprinkled on the ground.

Li Huowang, who was standing on the roof of the car, looked behind him from time to time. He found that the black group had disappeared for some time.

"Go away? What the **** is that? What is that thing attracted to? Is it me? Or...the new born child?" guessing.

At this moment, Li Huowang suddenly felt the bullock cart stop under him, "Don't stop! Keep going!"

But his rare order didn't get the cart to move again.

When Li Huowang turned his head and looked forward, he finally understood why they stopped, because the black mass just now blocked them!

At this moment, Li Huowang finally saw what the black circle just now was.

The black is actually a large group of black sheep. This group of black sheep with black fur stood silently, motionless like puppets.

And an old lama dressed in black leather stood silently in the middle of the group of black sheep.

A sallow snare drum hangs from the trumpet's waist, and a necklace of small bone cakes is worn around his neck and wrists.

Under the cockscomb lama hat is a pair of black pupils without any impurities. He is staring at Li Huowang with those eyes with a gloomy expression.

The lama's face looked strange, with yellow and black patches. Li Huowang discovered that it was actually age spots.

Just looking at this appearance, Li Huowang knew that the other party was not good.

Suddenly, the lama gently lifted his scrawny right hand, and an old vulture with drooping skin descended from the sky and landed on his arm.

I don't know why, but when Li Huowang saw this vulture, he recalled the group of man-eating vultures that day when Women Mountain and Bai Lingmiao were watching the burial.

"Senior Brother Li, this lama..." The uncertain Chun Xiaoman took out the bell, his expression hesitant to speak.

"Don't panic, you go first, and you don't have him."

Under Li Huowang's order, everyone lowered their heads and followed the carriage slowly past the black sheep.

Li Huowang stood on the roof of the car, staring intently at the enemy in front of him.

As he got closer, Li Huowang could see more clearly. These black sheep were all old sheep with all their teeth lost.

This lama and this sheep, Li Huowang felt that there was an unspeakable and strange feeling in them.

In a trance, Li Huowang's eyes suddenly changed. In front of him was not a black sheep at all, but a group of white-haired dementia old people with black sheepskins on their backs!

This feeling is fleeting and soon disappears, black sheep or black sheep, nothing has changed.

It is difficult for Li Huowang to determine whether the feeling just now is real or his own hallucination.

"Bah~" The black sheep beside the lama shouted in unison, and then correspondingly, the white sheep on Li Huowang's side also shouted at the same time.

Then the sheep on both sides kept shouting, the voices came one after another, and people were disturbed when they heard it.

"Enough!" With the roar of Li Huowang's tongue touching his chin, the sheep's chirping stopped,

It's wealth, not disaster. It's a disaster that can't be avoided. Li Huowang looked at the old lama among the black sheep and simply spoke first.

"This senior, a Nestorian monk, Erjiu, happened to pass by the precious land. If there is any offense, please look at Haihan!"

Whether it's useful or not, Li Huowang decided to try it out with a fake identity first, and he bet that the other party didn't have a psychic identity.

And this is also a threat. I am a Nestorian, not a wild cultivator with no sect. Think carefully before you start.

Hearing Li Huowang's confident words, the old lama stood there and didn't respond.

Li Huowang's expression changed, and he waved at the others again. "Go!"

He didn't know what this lama was thinking. Now that the strength of the enemy and ourselves is unknown, Li Huowang really didn't want to have a conflict with this lama.

The wheels rolled again, leading the others slowly away from the black lama. After a while, everyone didn't speak, and moved away in fear.

Li Huowang could feel a needle stick in his back. He was tense all over, thinking about all kinds of possibilities.

Suddenly, that inexplicable aura appeared again, this time the aura no longer appeared in the distance, but just behind Li Huowang!

Li Huowang stood at his feet, turned around abruptly, and was stunned to find that the lama was only two meters away from him.

At this moment, he finally saw the age spots on the old man's face. He had seen age spots, but he had never seen age spots covering his face.

The lama's mouth does not seem to have teeth, or there are few teeth. Like some old people, his lips are pulled inward, and he looks like a very old man.

When such a terrifying face appeared in front of him, Li Huowang almost slashed his sword, but he stopped abruptly.

Looking down slowly, Li Huowang realized that the legs that the other party had been buried in the black sheep had no flesh, and his entire lower body was a prosthetic limb made of bones.

The strange feeling on the other side kept hitting Li Huowang, trying to appease his breath, calm him down, and close his eyes.

However, Li Huowang couldn't do such a thing at all. His hand held the hilt of the sword, and his expression was so serious that it was even a little hideous. "Senior, I don't seem to have offended you, right? If you do this again, don't blame me for being rude!"

As the sword was drawn, the strong murderous aura instantly diluted everything.

The black pupil of the old lama squinted slightly, staring at Li Huowang's sword hilt wrapped in cloth.

The tense atmosphere made everyone gasp for breath, like Lu Xiucai, who had already wet his pants with fright.

Li Huowang exerted strength with one hand, and was just about to draw his sword, and when the man in front of him came to a dead end, the stalemate atmosphere suddenly changed.

"Boom!" As the old lama tapped the waxy yellow drum around his waist, a drum sound also sounded behind Li Huowang, which was the sound Bai Lingmiao used to dance the big god's drum.

"dong dong dong ~ dong dong dong~"

The two drums sounded at the same time with rhythm ~IndoMTL.com~ like a strange ensemble, as if there were different beings communicating with the drums,

After a stick of incense, the drums gradually stopped, and the dignified atmosphere in the air also disappeared.

As the vulture in the Lama's hands rose into the sky, the black sheep in the distance covered him like a dark cloud, covering his terrifying lower body and slowly moving him back.

Watching the lama go away, Li Huowang didn't dare to be careless and continued to walk with the others.

This walk was one night. When the sun came out, when Li Huowang shouted to stop, everyone collapsed on the ground exhausted, gasping for breath, half of them were tired and the other half were scared.

Last night that lama was so infiltrating, he said he was a living person, and his appearance was more terrifying than a ghost.

Li Huowang looked around and there was no sign of any lama, turned to look at Bai Lingmiao, whose lips were pale, "Did the lama tell you something with a drum?"

Bai Lingmiao nodded. "He said...he is the supervisor of Tiansi, so forget it this time, it won't be an example next time."