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. Mr. Yao was in severe pain all over his body. His mind was slack and his technique was unbalanced. The three-pointed two-edged knife lost control and stabbed Mr. Yao in the back of the heart.

The stabbing was hard and accurate, and it penetrated directly through 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.

The body was covered with a poisonous attack. 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 could not move them.

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

Mournful words.

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 the local god? I don't even have to kill you myself, I can kill you by just calling a few ghosts."

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

The three dead souls raised the three-pointed two-edged sword and stabbed it into Yao Lao's chest.

Sangmen Xing said: "Are you someone who wants face? 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 we do in Yaowanggou?

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 to this age!"

Kill half?

Bastard, try it!

Yao Lao suddenly took back the three-pointed two-edged sword and slashed it 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 after just 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 the 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?

Mr. Yao 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 firmly, 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.

Have a listen?

Too embarrassed to listen.

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

This battle was a miserable one, 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.

Even if you can't find it, you have to try it.

As soon as Mr. Yao took a step towards the wine vat, his knees were not exerted properly, and suddenly they were dislocated up and down. Mr. Yao's whole body collapsed on the ground.

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

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 was tight, he didn't know what he would hear.

He didn't know 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 helps Huang Zhong succeed,

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!

It's 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 lurking next to the wine vat.

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

Unexpectedly, Lao Yao didn't rush to the wine vat, but instead 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 you can't keep it anymore.

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.
To be continued...