Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Maybe, it’s ambush ahead of time, using witchcraft or some sort of method to activate, or a lot of people working together."

Mu Qingyu thought, nodded, this possibility is the biggest.

"You thought about it, who is it to harm us?"

After Ye Shaoyang asked questions, after waiting for a long time, he did not hear the answer. He turned to look at it, but found that Mu Qingyu stared in a direction and turned his head to see that there was a grave in a certain place on the side of the cave.

It is narrow and wide, shaped like a funnel. It is no different from a normal grave. The only thing that makes Ye Shaoyang curious is that in the moonlight, there is a faint white light around the grave.

How is this going?

Ye Shaoyang came to the front and leaned over to see that it was indeed a grave, but it was not:

This tomb is not earthwork, but piled up in bowls, one layer at a time, the bowls of each layer are in different directions, tightly fastened together, and tightly stitched together.

The gap in the middle is covered with dirt.

The tomb is also a large bowl, buckled at the top.

Bowl made of coffins?

Ye Shaoyang thinks it is incredible.

Mu Qingyu came up and shrunk behind Ye Shaoyang, looking at the strange grave in front of her. Unlike Ye Shaoyang, she was not curious in her eyes, only fear.

"One, two, three, four, five, six... seven! Seven layers of bowls, Scorpio!"

"Bowl bowl, what does it mean, a coffin made with a bowl?"

"The tombs unique to Xiangxi," Mu Qingyu’s voice trembled. "It’s also called Wusong. There are actually seven layers. It’s not the corpse king or the god!"

Ye Shaoyang stunned, just want to say something, he heard a crisp sound: the bowl of the party, actually shakes gently under his own eyes.

"When the bowl is open, there must be evil spirits! Go quickly, and if you don't leave, you will be too late!"

Mu Qingyu forced the arm of Ye Shaoyang and pulled him away.

Ye Shaoyang saw the top of the bowl, the blue-and-white porcelain bowl that symbolizes the tomb, and kept spinning. There was a little bit of bleeding inside, and it was boiling and white.

"Come on, go!" Ye Shaoyang still wants to see clearly, can't stand the pain of the rain and pleads, seeing her look very flustered, knowing that it is not installed.

He didn't worry about what would come out of the bowl, and he was not afraid of anything. When he thought of the scene, there were Mu Qingyu and Wu Yao, or be careful.

Hurricane Wu Yao squatted on his shoulders, followed by Mu Qingyu, flew down the mountain.

Behind him, the crisp sound kept on and on, and the shaking of the bowl seemed to be getting more and more fierce. Suddenly, everything stopped.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but look back.

The bowl on the grave fell down, one hand, sticking out from the gap below, grabbing the edge and climbing up a little.

Mu Qingyu saw this scene and was scared to death on the spot.

"I can't wait to run, I will go to the meeting!" Ye Shaoyang handed Wu Yao to Mu Qingyu, turned around and ran towards the bowl.

Blood rushed out of the bowl, and a large piece of ground had been soaked. Ye Shaoyang went to the edge and was hesitating to go in, only to hear a strange call.

A figure, open the top of the bowl and climb up.

It was a long-haired woman. She came out of the blood, but she didn't have a little blood on her body. Instead, she covered a thin layer of **** and put it on her body. Instead, she outlined the exquisite figure.

She jumped from the bowl and rushed to Ye Shaoyang in one breath. She suddenly spit out a white silk thread in her mouth and stabbed it toward Ye Shaoyang's mouth.

Ye Shaoyang's instinctive sideways avoided, but the silk thread opened in the air, divided into dozens of shares, pocketed down, wrapped Ye Shaoyang's head face, and went to the mouth and nose.

Ye Shaoyang grabbed it, but found that it was full of toughness and could not be broken.

In a hurry, he hurriedly took out a magical sign, swaying in the wind, burning in the smoldering fire. Bake to your face, this will blow the wire.

The woman stepped back a few steps, half-squatting in a strange posture, a pair of green eyes turning up and down, looking at Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang was not eager to attack, and looked at her in the past, suddenly picking up a layer of goose bumps:

This woman is very good, but a face is terrible, not ugly, but there is no face at all, it is full of blood, layer after layer, flowing with yellow and green liquid, this respect, More than one disgusting.

The key is that she is still so good, with such a face, this sense of violation is even more grotesque.

What kind of monster is this? Or is a beauty disfigured?

"No salt ghost girl! Shaoyang brother, you are careful!" Mu Qingyu nervously called.

The voice just fell, the salt-free ghost girl suddenly attacked, shaking a **** fog between her hands, and rushing toward Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang took out the Taiji whisk and defensive counterattack. The heart secretly said: This salt-free ghost girl is not a ghost, there is a physical body, the attack speed is extremely fast, especially the mouth will spit silk, it is impossible to prevent.

"Taiyi is flying in the air, sweeping the dust, and rushing as the law!"

The arm trembled, and the dust tail of the Taiyi whisk was unfolding, like a giant umbrella, covering the salt-free ghost.

Wan Dao Jin Guang, flew out of the dust tail and hit her.

The salt-free ghost girl screamed and fell in a pool of blood.

The pool of blood instantly converges on her side, holding her and rolling in the direction of the mountain.

Of course, Ye Shaoyang refused to let her go, and began to chase after the volley, and finally intercepted in the woods, sacrificed the seal, and hit the air.

The seal was on the top of the salt-free ghost girl, only to hear a scream, the blood pool was shattered, and the salt-free ghost girl was kneeling on the ground and trembled.

Ye Shaoyang flew in and grabbed the seal and wanted to squat again.

The salt-free ghost girl hugged her head in her hands and screamed like a little girl in her mouth.

Ye Shaoyang suddenly felt a little unbearable, and the seal was hanging above her head and did not fall.

Then there was a sigh of self-blame in my heart: when did you become so indecisive?

Beauty painted skin, red powder, is originally more terrible than those ghosts.

When the next heart, lift the seal again and push it hard.

The salt-free ghost girl is screaming again.

This time Ye Shaoyang has no soft heart.

The salt-free ghost girl squirted a silk thread and divided it into several strands. He tried to hold the seal and the result was destroyed by the smashing of the demon, hitting the head.

The salt-free ghost girl spurted a blood, poured it into a pool of blood, and the blood on his face exploded, and the blood was flowing, which looked terrible.

Ye Shaoyang frowned, seeing that she no longer has the ability to resist, to find out the nails, and to directly crucify, in order to suffer.

"Shaoyang brother..."

The salt-free ghost girl suddenly raised her head, a pair of clear scorpions, and looked at Ye Shaoyang with pity.

Yes... 覃 Xiaohui’s voice! !

Ye Shaoyang trembled and almost couldn't stand, lost his voice: "Xiaohui?!"