Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Wu Jiawei drew a charm, posted on the forehead of the high priest, and recited the spell, and the black gas was sucked into the charm.

Sure enough, it is a corpse!

Wu Jiadao stepped forward to grasp the wrist of the high priest and used suffocating gas to find out if he was still a living person.

The high priest slowly opened his eyes, and the filthy eyes looked at Wu Jiadao, half-opening his mouth, and seemed to want to talk.

"What do you want to say?" Wu Jiadao asked in Uighur and leaned down.

"I'm not right!" Wu Jiawei suddenly spoke up and pulled forward his brother's arm, but it was already late - the mouth of the high priest suddenly opened, and the tongue sticked out like a spike, to stab Wu Jiadao's face.

Everything happened in an instant, and the momentum was extremely fast. Wu Jiadao instinctively turned his head to one side, causing the tongue, which should have stabbed others, to pierce his neck and plunged deeply into it.

Wu Jiadao only felt a numbness in his neck. He seemed to be infused with something. He instinctively took a palm to the face of the high priest, pulled back and touched his neck, leaving nothing, but the neck was stabbed for a while. Sour, there is something inside the body to swim, extract your own yang.

"You, you..."

The situation is almost always changing. After everything happened, Wu Jiadao still had some troubles in his head. He looked at the high priest in a eating place and could not speak.

Wu Jiawei reacted very quickly, pulling out the sword of the Tibetan front worn by the waist. A sword smashed the past, but it was not a big priest, but a small priest standing next to him. After returning to God, he immediately realized that this was a The trap, the most dangerous person is not the high priest, but the one around him.

The sword of Zhanfeng passed over a blue light, passed through the abdomen of the little priest, cut it into two pieces, and then went to the high priest on the stone bed.

The high priest had turned over and got out of bed, pulling his hair and pulling it back to the back of his head. A human skin was immediately pulled down. Underneath was a **** monster. It was a bit like a dragonfly or a spider, with at least six legs. A pointed mouth is on the face of an inverted triangle.

Wu Jiadao remembered that he had been stabbed by this thing. He wanted to see it clearly. He suddenly screamed, the light swayed and turned his head. It was the little priest who was cut off by Wu Jiawei, the upper body fell to the ground, and the lights were followed. On the ground, the flashing is extinguished.

The little priest was cut off from the upper body, still not dead, his hands on the ground, half a body just climbed over, and the mouth continued to scream and laugh.

Wu Jiawei’s ability to respond on the spot was much stronger than that of his younger brother. He kicked the little priest half a foot forward, and pulled a brother who was still in a daze, and escaped the attack of the monster like this, with a wave of his hand. The three-way spirits flew out, stuck on the blame, burned up, and burned the flesh of the blazing red.

Wu Jiawei took the younger brother and ran outside the door. However, several figures appeared and blocked the door. Everyone had a torch in his hand.

The head of the dragon is the fat-like Tianlong Taoist, with his hands on his face and a sign-like smile on his face. Standing behind him is a Taoist priest.

"Two, I finally saw the high priest side, so anxious to go?" Tianlong Taoist smiled, his eyes fell on the sword of Wu Jiawei's hand, and wiped his lips, saying: "Good sword."

Wu Jiawei clenched his sword and turned to look at Wu Jiadao. He meant that he would rush out with himself. He just wanted to act. Wu Jiadao suddenly snorted with pain and rubbed his neck and said with a trembling voice: "The neck is so uncomfortable."

Wu Jiawei’s heart trembled and asked Tianlong Taoist: “What did you put in his body!”

The Tianlong Taoist looked at the strangers behind the two, and the hands in the robe were sealed with one hand. The thing immediately did not move. Standing a few meters behind the Wu Jiawei brothers, they looked at the backs of the two.

"Wu Daochang, don't be nervous, just a parasitic evil. Your brother won't die, at most... well, it becomes a demon, just like the monster behind you."

The Tianlong Taoist smiled slightly. "Actually, the kid didn't lie to you. You are behind him. It's really a high priest. It just... it has become like this."

Wu Jiawei listened to this, and his heart was bleeding. Wu Jiadao thought that he would become a kind of monster, and he would be occupied by parasitic evils and even the soul... shaking his body like a sieve.

Tianlong Dao sighed and said: "You are also innocent, you have never thought about it. Since I control the high priest, can you let his son leave and leave behind for him? Originally, we have cooperated well, but you are biased. Restless, the poor road has to start with you in order to protect yourself."

At the moment, I took a pair of fat toot hands out of the sleeves, took a few shots, and made a call in the mouth, laughing: "Two friends, look around you."

The two hurriedly turned their heads and looked up, suddenly sucking in the air: in this wide stone room, there are countless heads, sticking out from the wall, and hanging over the top of the head several times, no one has five features, only two White-eyed eyes, in the gaps of long hair, shot a chilling look.

It’s all ghosts...and it doesn’t look like an ordinary ghost.

Seeing them, Wu Jiawei knew that there were fewer fierce things today, but he still had to fight and secretly clenched his teeth.

Tianlong Taoist seems to know his thoughts and said: "Wu Jiawei, the chief disciple of Lushan Mountain, has a foot on the threshold of the immortal. Compared with the hard power, there is a battle between you and me. But... in front of this situation, do you still want to leave? Even if you want to fight, what can your brother do? Are you willing to make him a monster controlled by parasitic evils?"

When he mentioned his younger brother, Wu Jiawei immediately vented his anger and sighed. He said: "You are not afraid of Shaoyang, they will come back and will smash you a corpse!"

"Afraid, but since you want to start with me, I can't sit back and watch them, and they don't come out in the tomb. I'll do it for you first, so I can clean them up."

Tianlong Dao squinted and smiled. "I can tell you so much here. I just want to give you a way. If you can cooperate, everyone is still a friend... Hey, do you want your brother to survive?"

Wu Jiawei said: "Do not talk nonsense!"

He is the kind of person who starts to fight without a word. He doesn't like to talk. Because Wu Jiadao's life is in the hands of the other party, he has to say so much to them.

"Well, let me just say, leave your brother to me, go out, wait for Ye Shaoyang to come out of the tomb, and you bring them here, just like the little boy had done to you before."

Wu Jiawei understood it as soon as he heard it. "You want to ambush them?"