Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Shaoyang."

In the consciousness of chaos, a sudden call came. Ye Shaoyang's slow-going mind, instantly awake, and stunnedly searched for the source of the sound, and the consciousness recovered a little bit. It was like a person just woke up from a dream. There was a feeling of being awakened and not knowing how to be a guest. Suddenly, a demon Ray slammed down from the top of his head, and the gods suddenly felt a numb, and then felt the tearing of a kind of tear that seemed to be sawed by a saw.

Real pain does not want to live.

"Shaoyang, can you hear?"

Ye Shaoyang heard the voice of Xiaojiu, and responded resentfully in the knowledge of God. He asked, "How are you? How many souls have you gathered?"

"I... still two bad." paused, Xiaojiu said quietly, "Shaoyang, if you can't keep going, it will stop..."

What?

Ye Shaoyang stunned and immediately understood what she meant, thinking about herself. "I... still can't stand it."

"but……"

"Nothing. I...when did you let me down?"

Xiaojiu is silent. She knows that with Ye Shaoyang's character, she can't convince him to give up. He can only concentrate on his thoughts and continue to gather souls.

"Shaoyang?"

In the knowledge of God, another voice came.

"Who?" Ye Shaoyang hesitated.

"Snowy."

This kind of communication on the gods must be connected by the two, and must be in the same vacuum-like environment. Xue Qi is also the ghost servant of Ye Shaoyang, and together in the magnetic field generated by the demon, the gods can communicate freely.

"Snowy? Where are you?"

"It’s behind you. I’m also robbing... I want to reunite my soul, and I want to share some for you. Only I have the opportunity to share it for you.”

Ye Shaoyang is speechless.

"Then you hold on."

"Hold together."

Ye Shaoyang smiled in his heart and talked with God. Without much effort, he could say so much. In fact, he would have been dying soon. The remnants of the undead are still squeaking in his ear, involving the mind...

"Snowy, let me tell you a joke."

"This……"''

Xue Qi also has to deal with the demon mine. It was also very hard. Where can I tell a joke? I tried to think about it for a long time. I really thought of one: "There is a person who picks up a magic lamp and summons the lamp god, the lamp god. Say: Today is April Fool's Day, wishing to say something to be realized. The man thought about it and said: God, please let me be the ugliest and poorest in the world, never love someone. Light God: Ok. You haha... Hey, turning him into the ugliest and poorest man in the world..."

After Xue Qi finished, waiting for Ye Shaoyang's response, he did not move for a while and asked: "What's wrong, isn't it funny?"

Still no movement.

"Shaoyang?" Xue Qi realized that it was wrong and called him.

Half a mile did not respond.

"Shaoyang!" Xiaojiu also called.

Ye Shaoyang didn't know what happened, and he didn't respond.

Xiaojiu’s heart sinks and drags the crying room and says: “Shaoyang, don’t scare me, I have gathered eight souls, only the last one, you have to hold on, Shaoyang?”

The stone sinks into the sea and there is no reaction. But his body is still sitting on the East Queen’s clock, not falling down...

Xuanyuan Mountain.

The twelve disciples of the Taoist style did not really kill Xuanyuan Mountain. Here is the base camp of Beidouguan. The disciples of Qing Dynasty came out of the nest. Some of them dragged the twelve disciples. Others added the Qing Dynasty. The battle of the wind.

The disciples of these Beidouguans are at least the Tianshi tablets, and they are swarming. The evil spirits in the **** seas have already been killed. Surround the road.

Qing and the strength of the road, similar to the strength of these disciples, the siege of the disciples, the wind is finally under pressure, the advantage is getting bigger and bigger, after a fierce fight, he is forced into danger, only Relying on Sanhua Juding to temporarily protect itself, there is no room for resilience.

"You are so shocked to me." Clearly use a **** light to form an enchantment, seal the seal in the middle, unite the power of a group of disciples, constantly oppress, fully win the game, people relax, rushing and laughing .

"I didn't think that there are people like you in the world. If you are alone, I can't help you..."

Shake his head and shake his head. "But you dare to swear by Xuanyuan Mountain, but you want to wash my Beidou view... but it is only a banyan tree. I have been here today, and I am here, do you want to wash them?" ”

Qing also had his disciples, while practicing the mana that consumed the wind, his face showed a sly smile.

"The Master of the World, always so self-sufficient!"

"They are rare and strange. The snails are arguing for a long time, but I don't know if Xuanyuan Mountain is a spell. It's ridiculous."

Everyone voiced and taunted the wind.

The power of the three-flowered gathering is getting smaller and smaller and crumbling.

The road style still does not change color, and maintains the same facial expression. In the face of these ridicules, it does not mean anything. When they have finished, the last thing is a faint saying: "I have always said what I said. ""

Clearly, I wondered: "You are going to have the lights gone, where is there such confidence?"

The road wind did not answer, and the sleeves shook, flying a picture from the middle and unfolding in the wind.

The disciples of the Beidouguan outside, out of instinct, curiously looked at the scroll.

Time, a huge suction, the power of the enchantment they have assembled with the spells is absorbed, the suction is getting stronger and stronger, and when these Taoists realize that it is not good, there is no way to escape... close to the picture I was first sucked in. Once you enter the picture, you will never be able to come out.

"This is! Shanhe Society!"

Qing was shocked, and since he called the name, he naturally knew the terribleness of the Shanhe Society’s saga, and yelled at the moment: "Flee!"

Those peripheral disciples immediately fled around.

The road wind grabbed one end of the Shanhe community's map and shook it hard. The other end immediately rolled up and took all the disciples from the outside. Under the horror of these priests, they can't escape, and they can only resist the suction of the Shanhe community.

The wind and the wind machine took out the whip of the right hand, facing the heads of these people, and unceremoniously rushed through the mammoth, and suddenly several of them were smashed and turned into savvy...

Others, because they couldn't resist the power of the Shanhe community to swallow everything, were sucked in.

Qing is also resisting the power of the Shanhe community, and is flying hard. It is also helpless.

There are also distant distances from the Shanhe Society, and they have escaped, but only a few, more Taoist priests have been taken in by the Shanhe Society.