Beast

Putting away the magic weapon longbow, Wulie took the long stick, and unleashed a storm of waves again. However, these dozens of skeletons rushed to kill without fear of death. As long as the bones were not scattered, they would bite Yang Qing even if he was crawling. With a 'whoosh' sound,

The eight-inch rotten yellow long needle grazed Yang Qing's face and flashed past. The old woman with withered skin had a sinister look in her eyes and a tricky angle of attack. She seemed to be his biggest threat.

"Click"

The long stick whipped the black and blue skeleton blocking the road without force. He stared at the old demon cultivator with his strange red eyes. He jumped a few times and rushed to kill her. The old woman's face was stiff, and her skinny and thin body was covered with rot.

The man was wearing a fat robe with yellow mucus, and his eyes were filled with hatred. He reached out and grabbed a small rotten yellow flag from his sleeve, and waved it hard at Yang Qing.

This small flag was not big, three feet long. The old woman demon cultivator swung it hard, and a yellow wind swept over. Wherever the yellow wind passed, the rocks were covered with a layer of yellow wax crystals. Yang Qing saw the strange yellow wind.

Rolling on the spot to avoid the oncoming yellow wind, he kicked his feet again and rushed forward again, and the long stick in his hand came out on time.

The ground swept by the yellow wind was too slippery to leave any feet. Fortunately, Yang Qing was practicing in the pool. This slip made his speed faster, almost reaching the old woman's shriveled body.

The old witch did not expect that the sudden attack had no miraculous effect, but made Yang Qing faster, and the resentment in his cloudy eyes became thicker. He did not panic, stamped his feet on the ground, and relied on his skinny body as light as firewood.

With the strength of his feet, he slid backwards diagonally, and his chicken claw-like hands moved together, bringing out a phantom.

"Whoops, whoops"

Yang Qing's consciousness enveloped his whole body, and before the sound of breaking through the air could be heard, his head suddenly lowered, and two objects flashed past his head.

"Pfft, pfft"

The old woman demon cultivator couldn't look at her chest confidently. A bone blade was inserted into her chest, and a steel needle with only an inch left was inserted next to the bone blade.

"Peng"

Yang Qing saw the tenacity of the young demon cultivator, and regardless of the old woman's demon cultivator's injuries, he made a little progress and killed her instantly with a fall and a chop. No longer looking at the tragic death of the old woman's demon cultivator, he stepped on and stamped his feet.

, the body sprang out again, wanting to kill the three demon cultivators who were hiding in the distance and shooting out the demonic element.

Just when Yang Qing was facing the cave passage, a blue-black and slightly crystal-clear skull floated towards Yang Qing. The speed was so fast that Yang Qing, who was charging forward, had no time to resist. The skull opened its mouth and bit Yang Qing's hand.

On the back, the skull shook, trying to tear off a piece of flesh. Green-black air flowed out from between the white teeth and penetrated into the wounds opened by the teeth.

"Click"

This skull bit like a mad dog, and coupled with the blue-black airflow that penetrated, it made Yang Qing unbearable. He picked up a long stick and hit his back without force. This skull was not a mortal thing, and Yang Qing only hit it when he hit it with the stick.

A piece of bone was knocked off, and as the stick went down, a strange scream came from the passage.

"Cough!" Yang Qing coughed after being hit by himself. He kicked away the motionless skull that fell to the ground with a scream. He stared at the passage with his strange red eyes. He swung his long stick forcelessly and smashed the block.

The monster of the road got into the passage.

When the monsters in the cave saw that Yang Qing was about to run away, they screamed angrily and rushed into the passage after Yang Qing.

There were several ghosts lying in the Yintang point, struggling to climb into the sea of ​​consciousness under the impact of spiritual consciousness. Yang Qing did not pay attention to it, and only wanted to kill the demon cultivators hiding in the passage.

The passage was getting dark, and I could vaguely see a human monk covering his eyebrows and screaming with a sharp and strange voice. He raised his head and looked at Yang Qing, who was running towards him. The blue-black light in his eyes brightened, and he got up and ran away.

However, the magic weapon of this demon cultivator was damaged by Yang Qing's stick, and his strength was damaged. Before he could run far, he was knocked to the ground by Yang Qing, and he died after another hit of the stick.

There was a strange "chattering" sound behind him, and many monsters were chasing behind him. His strange red eyes scanned the surroundings, and then he jumped over the corpse of the demon cultivator and ran out. The passage was narrow and Wulie couldn't swing the long stick. Yang Qing took the initiative

Arousing evil spirits, there is still a trace of clarity in the heart, and one can judge the situation.

"Ka, ka..." The sound of a dense skeleton falling to the ground was heard behind him.

Yang Qing's speed was so fast that the distance between him and the monster became wider and wider. The four pink ghosts saw the distance widen, their bodies became more and more transparent, and their speed increased sharply.

"Woooo..."

Yang Qing rushed to the intersection of the seven branches, took out two pills, crushed them and applied one to the wound on the shoulder, and pressed the other to the crack on the back where the skull was bitten. When Yang Qing finished all this, the four

A ghost approaching nothingness had already caught up. Seeing that Yang Qing's speed did not slow down, he quickly circled around Yang Qing and cried miserably.

These four ghosts rotated extremely fast, forming a pale pink light curtain about a foot away from Yang Qing. Their crying sounds were very low, like mosquitoes and flies buzzing around, and their cries were sad and desperate. They stared with strange red eyes.

The pale pink halo of light in front of him and the sad crying sound in his ears made Yang Qing dizzy, and a feeling of fear and despair surged out of his heart.

The trace of clarity that was difficult to maintain was disturbed by this desperate emotion, and there was an idea of ​​falling to the ground and giving up the resistance. This idea continued to grow along with the all-pervasive and sad cry, and was hooked by this desperate thought. It was originally filled with evil spirits.

The violent and suppressed mixed emotions gradually grew stronger.

A dozen ghosts crazily squeezed into the Yintang point between the eyebrows. The resistance of the spiritual consciousness was already weak. If it were any weaker, the ghosts would flow back in.

"Give up, give up, life is too tiring, as long as you give up, you will be relaxed and at ease." A sad voice penetrated into the heart, with endless temptation, sadness, guilt, and sad pictures reappearing, a delicate and beautiful picture

The appearance appeared on the face, the almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen, the complexion was pale, and he was whispering in his mouth. This scene was deeply engraved in Yang Qing's heart. At this time, he was brought out by the chaotic emotions, and his strange red pupils were filled with tears.

"Ouch!" A tiger roared with endless anger and violence.

"Woo..." The long stick Wulie whistled with strong wind, sweeping across the pale pink light curtain in front of him. The light curtain was swept into two sections and spread out. Two of the dozen ghosts were lying between the eyebrows.

The ghost was shaken to his core.

"Chichi"

Four demonic elements blocked the passage, rolling in like a flood. Like a devil's giant mouth, trying to swallow Yang Qing in one gulp, the three rotten yellow demonic elements corroded the rock wall.

Yang Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that the demonic element could not be intercepted by force, so he ducked and hid at a fork in the road.

The speed of the demonic element was extremely fast. As soon as he dodged, the demonic element hit the empty space and the rock wall. The black and rotten yellow demonic element turned into smoke and dispersed. Following the demonic element, the four demonic cultivators were about to run out of the passage.

, without having to check carefully, Yang Qing rushed out of the fork in the road and slashed down on several people.

"Crack..." The two demon cultivators slightly in front were hit in the middle by the long stick. Before their skulls were cracked, the cervical vertebrae were broken. They fell to the ground kicking their legs. The rotten yellow demonic energy in their bodies was restless, and they wanted to

Break free from the shackles of meridians.

The other two demon cultivators were standing in the passage and had not yet rushed out. This sudden attack caused their bodies to stagnant, staring blankly at the red eyes in front of them that were so conspicuous in the darkness.

Just at this moment, the demon cultivator in front staggered and attacked Yang Qing. The demon cultivator's face was stiff and his expression was hard to see. He had been hiding where he was to shoot out the demonic element, but now he was about to fight at close range.

When Yang Qing saw this demon cultivator attacking, he raised his stick to strike. Then, he pulled back the long stick and came out right on target.

"Puff, puff"

The long stick Wulie hit the monk's chest until it collapsed. When his body fell backward, a hollow and sharp bone spear came out of his chest.

The plan of the rough-robed demon cultivator was seen through by Yang Qing. He pulled out the bone spear and stabbed it out again. Yang Qing's spiritual consciousness observed every move of the rough-robed demon cultivator. How could he succeed?

The bone guns collided together.

The black and blue demonic energy spread along the long stick, and the rough-robed demonic cultivator was knocked out by the force.

"Bang!" Yang Qing let go and threw away the long stick Wulie. He touched his chest with his right hand and took out the stainless steel stick and rushed into the passage.

"Hey hey" the weird laughter sounded in the passage, and it was impossible to hear what kind of emotion the rough-robed demon cultivator wanted to express.

Yang Qing ignored him, glanced at the skeleton that died for no reason at his feet, and continued to chase without slowing down. The rough-robed demon cultivator was equally fast, chasing after him until he reached the cave.

I saw the rough-robed demon cultivator entering the cave without ambushing him, letting out a weird laugh, and his eyes full of greed. The demonic energy jumped up, and the bone gun in his hand stabbed the fist-sized green gem on the roof of the cave.

"bite"

The rough-robed demon bone repairing gun stabbed the dark green gem with all its strength, making a crisp sound. The gem was not damaged at all. It shook and fell from the cave ceiling. The rough-robed monk reached out to catch the dark green gem.

, the strange smile on the pale face of the rough-robed demon cultivator became even stronger.

The monk in the rough robe could not be seen moving. The dark green gemstone was so bright that it stung people unable to open their eyes. Wherever this dazzling dark green light shined, whether it was the demonic essence that had not been dispersed or the demonic cultivators that had not yet left the body.

His soul was completely pulled into this dark green gem. Seeing this scene, the monk in rough robes had an unhealthy flush on his pale face, which showed how excited he was.

"Hey," the monk in rough robes trembled with a weird laugh, threw the bone gun aside, and caressed the dark green gem obsessively.

Yang Qing chased into the cave and saw this scene. He didn't give the rough-robed demon cultivator time to cause trouble, so he rushed forward a few steps and smashed it with his stick.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred. The body of the monk in rough robes suddenly swelled up. His pale skin was stretched thin, and the blue-black demonic energy running through his meridians could be seen with the naked eye. Seeing the long stick coming, there was no way to dodge.

Intentionally, his left hand bent into a claw and sucked up the bone gun on the ground. The demonic energy surged and stood sideways.

"Peng!"

The long stick struck Wulie on the bone spear, and the power was removed by the demonic element. Then the demonic element stirred up again, knocking the long stick back.

"Ouch"

Yang Qing didn't wait for landing, his feet glared, and his body jumped out faster. He carried it with his belt, carried it with his shoulder, carried his arm with his shoulder, and carried a stick with his arm. He held the stick in both hands and struck at the bone gun that was riding horizontally.

"Pengka"

The force of this stick was much stronger than that of the previous stick. It scattered the demonic energy wrapped around the bone spear and cracked the bone spurs.

"Bang, bang" The rough-robed demon cultivator took two steps back and stabilized his figure. His face showed anger, and his body swelled again. The clothes on his body tore apart, and his neck bulged like a toad.

After Yang Qing's forward chop, he immediately continued to strike, forward chop, diagonal chop, on-point, counter-point, tease, and all the other moves. The strength of the monk in coarse robes greatly increased, and he could withstand several moves without shaking, but his realm was not enough.

He couldn't control too much magic energy, so his speed slowed down and he gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Yang Qing's attacks.

The stick technique routine cannot bring out Yang Qing's strength, but the moves are consistent and leave no gaps. The 72-style routine in "Nujiang Stick Technique" is completely executed.

"Peng, Peng, Peng"

The fine steel rod hit the rough-robed monk like hitting a broken bag filled with straw. The sound was endless, and the bone gun had long been thrown aside. After the seventy-two stick moves were completed, the rough-robed monk stared with strange eyes,

Dead!