Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

The female ghost is dressed in the same way as the previous maid, standing in the corner with a dull look. Ye Shaoyang untied the backpack and handed it to Lao Guo.

"You first find a clean ink, soak in the black dog's blood, wait for me to arrange." Ye Shaoyang confessed, turned over and jumped into the tomb. The female ghost felt the breath of life, and slammed it up. The purpose of her burial was to kill the tomb thief and protect the tomb of the tomb.

Ye Shaoyang was afraid of awakening the leader boy, and he could only make a quick decision. Now he took out a handful of five emperors and thrown it into the air, automatically arranging into a gossip position.

"The world is endless, the Qiankun borrows the law, breaks!"

The five emperors spent all their money on the chest of the female ghost, and the female ghost screamed and stepped back.

"How old is he reading this sentence?" Xiaoma wondered Lao Guo, "Look with the sword, and read it with copper coins."

"This is the Maoshan Universal Mantra, I will."

The pony squinted at him. "You can pull it down. I haven't seen you out, and I will hide behind it."

Ye Shaoyang used the shortest time to subdue the female ghost, so the technique was re-applied, and the blouse of the female ghost was taken off... After the super-degree, let Lao Guo throw the ink fountain that had soaked the black dog blood, starting with the small coffin on the left, from top to bottom, From left to right, the blood line is played in turn, and the distance of each blood line is no more than three inches.

When it was halfway up, the coffin cover suddenly opened a seam, and a small white hand sticked out from the inside. It was caught by Ye Shaoyang. Ye Shaoyang had already prepared, the ink bucket was horizontal, and the red line was hung on the **** of the little hand. Wrap a few times, hit a knot, push the little hand back into the coffin.

The **** is also called the spiritual rhinoceros. It is the life of the soul. Whether it is a living person or a dead person, once the **** is tied by the red line, it is equal to the life soul being bound and unable to go out.

The soul can't go out, the strength of the ghost corpse is reduced by half, but it also has the means of attack as a zombie, from which the coffin hits the slamming, there is a tendency to fall apart.

Ye Shaoyang sneered, taking a jade print from the belt and pressing it on the coffin cover. The upper part of the print is a face image of a beast.

"It won't be a seal!" Lao Guo was so shocked that he couldn't speak.貔貅印 is one of the secrets of Maoshan. I only heard about it on the mountain that year. I have never seen it.

The small side of the seal, for all the ghosts, is as heavy as Mount Tai. After the pressure, the guy in the coffin is not honest, but no matter how much movement it makes, the coffin does not move.

Ye Shaoyang continued to play the red line on the coffin. After a while, the whole coffin was full, and then he secretly took a breath and walked toward another small coffin. Above, Lao Guo’s flashlight was slowly beaten, and Ye Shaoyang came to the front and suddenly stopped: the coffin board was opened, pushed to the side, and it was empty!

The guardian boy is out!

When did this happen?

The pony suddenly yelled: "Behind you!"

Ye Shaoyang suddenly turned back, a **** red face, is sticking to himself, the long mouth of the mouth, making a breath. Ye Shaoyang flashed backwards and ran out of a dozen steps in one breath. He took a deep breath and said: "Good risk, almost kiss you."

Because the ghost corpse is not super-existent, there is a strong grievance in the body. If the ordinary person is squirted by it, it will be almost confessed. Although Ye Shaoyang is a celestial division, it is not a big deal to be sprayed, but it is not happy.

"Oh..." A strange cry came from the boy's mouth, which was extremely fast and flew to Ye Shaoyang. Ye Shaoyang had prepared for this time, and his left hand pinched a law, and the palm of his hand patted the past. The boy’s face was screaming, his body screamed and disappeared into the darkness. Ye Shaoyang waited for a while without any movement, depressed: "This kid is also very embarrassed, knowing that I am terrible, I dare not go. Brother, go on the lights."

Lao Guo ignited the three-color lotus lamp, hanging it with a red line and reaching into the tomb.

Xiaoma Naan said: "Why don't you always click, now you can."

Lao Guo snorted. "You know how expensive the seven-star grass powder is, three hundred dollars, and I am a candle?"

The orange-red light illuminates the tomb, and Ye Shaoyang swept away. In a corner, he saw the boy who was guarded by God. He was about one meter tall, chubby, and his appearance was no different from that of his peers. He was all red, partially translucent, and vaguely See the meridians and even the internal organs of the body.

Ye Shaoyang sighed, knowing that this situation is when the person is still dead, open the Tianling cover, fill the lead mercury, flow along the blood through the meridians, and excite the elements of blood gas and lead and mercury to the body surface, so that the body will never Rotting, the skin thus becomes this blood red.

Ye Shaoyang did not understand the pain of being filled with lead and mercury into the body and flowing through the whole body, but Maoshan described it as such: "It hurts into the bone marrow and the teeth are broken."

Ye Shaoyang sighed and looked at the boy. "I will overtake you and help you get rid of it."

After the boy turned into a ghost corpse, he lost the ability to communicate with others. Naturally, he could not understand Ye Shaoyang's words. Only his killing was in his mind, and he vented all the pain he suffered during his lifetime to anyone he saw.

Ye Shaoyang didn't expect him to understand. He wanted to overtake it. He could only hold it first, looked up and looked at it. He said, "Slow the bell!"

Lao Guo’s palm lamp, one hand grabbed the backpack that Ye Shaoyang threw on, took out the shock bell and handed it to the pony. "You are so strong, you shake it and shake it all the time."

The pony did not know that there was a swindle. He took the shock bell and shook it. He asked casually: "What is this doing?"

"The sound of the horror bell, the powerful stimulation of the ghost, can make it impossible to change, the attack method of the ghost corpse is half of it, if you stay, if you see anything, remember not to be distracted, you can't stop ringing."

Xiaomadao: "We are above, they are below, seeing nothing to be afraid, hey, just watch the horror film, the more exciting the better."

Lao Guo’s depressed smile, I thought you would have to be a kid, I hope you will think so later.

When the shocked bell swayed, the ability of the ghost corpse was greatly reduced. The licking of the mouth and the expression looked very painful. Ye Shaoyang grabbed it without any effort and put a fixed symbol on the back of his head. Ye Dayang gasped, hand rubbing cinnabar, on the door of his eyebrows, took out the soul needle, the boy trembled, his eyes showed resentment, it only knew the pain, did not know what Ye Shaoyang was doing.

"I am doing this for you," Ye Shaoyang patted its head. "Now for you."

In the process of being refining, the three souls and seven scorpions were scattered all over the body, and they needed to gather souls to surpass them. Ye Shaoyang put one hand on the boy's Tianmen hole, closed his eyes, began to mourn the soul search curse, and a **** read into the boy's body, searching for the three souls and seven...

In the view of the pony, Ye Shaoyang did not move, and the mouth was lingering, it was boring, so he no longer rattled, and he smoked the cigarette.

"You rattle, can't stop!" Lao Guo hurriedly reminded.

The pony frowned and glanced at him. "What are you still shaking now?"

"You can ring the bell now, you can eliminate the resentment of the soul, let it be willing to be over-extended, or the resentment is too deep, it is difficult to exceed, hurry, remember that the ringtone can not stop!"

Xiaoma just shakes the shock bell again. Suddenly a red figure floats from the tomb and stands in front of him. It is the boy’s face, his expression is distorted, his face is terrible, his mouth is open, and a lot of yellow red green The liquid, running down the chin, the boy wiped a handful, thick liquid, and reached out to the pony, and the mouth made a squeaky squeaky laughter.

When the pony is on the face, it will be green.