Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

A live buckle is formed immediately.

"The Qiankun borrows the law!"

Ye Shaoyang rubbed his hands with his ropes and tied them into a knot. He pulled hard and the female ghost screamed. He was pulled by Ye Shaoyang into his arms and immediately reached for the Yintang.

At this time, the female ghost suddenly slammed into the palm of the hand, and a huge ghost force hit the face. Ye Shaoyang hurriedly turned to the palm, and the single palm was printed, and it was right.

Under the huge impact, Ye Shaoyang's feet shifted back a few meters, and the hands were loose, and the look of the woman was surprised. The female ghost actually broke the cinnabar line with her teeth and flew outward.

When passing through the doorway, the dust tail of the Taiyi whisk has no wind and has a strong seal.

"Ah!" The female ghost shouted, and between the hands, there was a stick with a shape that resembled a human bone. The ghost was put on the seal, and it was a shock that shook a gap and flew out.

Ye Shaoyang looked at her back with a dignified look, and it was so strong...

Looking down, under the pressure of Taiyi's dust, the dead zombie cats almost lost the power of resistance, one by one softly fell to the ground, such as the lamb to be slaughtered.

Ye Shaoyang gently sighed, these zombie cats have long lost their souls, just a controlled walking dead, leaving only a scourge, so they pick up the soul, keep raising them, and kill them one by one.

"Hey, there is still!"

Ye Shaoyang turned his head and looked at it. The pony was buckled on the head of a cat with a jar. The whole person pressed up and was tired and sweaty.

"The trough, even the zombies are not as strong as you, and served."

Ye Shaoyang stepped forward and hooked up the soul, hooked the zombie cat's belly, forced it, and strangled and died.

The pony stood up and gasped, and saw the hand bone tied to Ye Shaoyang's chest. He said: "You are injured in the small leaves!"

Ye Shaoyang struggled to pull the hand out of the meat, untied the clothes, squeezed out a little black blood, and the blood stopped immediately.

Although it seems that the injury is not light, but there is no injury, and Ye Shaoyang can only be regarded as a skin injury.

Ye Shaoyang found a piece of gauze from his backpack, padded between the wound and the clothes, and said to the little horse: "Hurry!"

"Wait a minute, let me take a break, or I won't have the strength to hold the jar."

"You don't have to hold a jar first. It's not safe here. Leave it first."

After that, Ye Shaoyang looked at the statue in the gods, put a charm on his eyes, put it in his backpack, and planned to take it back to study.

From Wu Laotai’s house, came to the intersection, Ye Shaoyang took the key out and gave it to the pony. "You go back to sleep first, don't go anywhere."

"What are you doing?" The pony looked at him with a sly look.

"I just left a mark on the female ghost, she was seriously injured," said Ye Shaoyang. "I can't keep her."

"This is the style of Heavenly Master," Pony patted the palm of his hand. "I am not convenient to go back alone. You just leave, I am slowly chasing you behind."

Ye Shaoyang no longer cares for him, and he perceives the imprint that he left behind, and ran to the northwest.

At first, he felt that the female ghost moved very fast, and then the speed gradually slowed down. I knew that this was a serious injury, and the performance of the ghosts continued. I also slowed down my steps.

At this time, he is not anxious, and even hopes that the female ghost can continue to run - want to repair, she certainly will not run, 80% is to return to their own nest and other places, as long as they follow, perhaps There will be unexpected discoveries.

After another ten minutes of chasing, Ye Shaoyang felt that the female ghost suddenly stopped and was in the northwest direction about two miles away. Looking up at the moment, I have already passed the hidden fairy set and came to a mountainous area. I have never been to this place.

Ye Shaoyang knows that there must be a reason for the female ghost to stop. It is even possible to go to the old nest. The current mental shock and speed up the pace to catch up, the pony followed him far behind.

In the end, Ye Shaoyang came to a valley, full of reeds with waist-highs everywhere, but due to the drought, all of them withered, but still stood still.

Ye Shaoyang’s knowledge tells himself that the female ghost is not far ahead.

Putting aside the reeds and walking over, it was really a dry riverbed. Ye Shaoyang just jumped and saw his goal at a glance:

The red female ghost, lying on the river bed, with a pale golden brilliance constantly emanate from her body, her figure is getting weaker.

Her soul is losing...

Ye Shaoyang rushed up, grabbed the female ghost's neck, pressed her thumb on her ghost door, then lifted it up, and the female ghost stood up together. As a result, she didn't stand up straight and fell down, her body went from bottom to bottom. A little bit of decomposition into fine.

"Mage, you are dead, you can't fight, huh, huh..." In the crazy laughter, the female ghost's body is completely melted and scattered.

Ye Shaoyang looked up and looked around. There was no one, no ghosts.

However, although she did not come and check the wounds of the female ghost, but Ye Shaoyang knows that the female ghost must not die in her own hands, killing her other people.

There is only one motivation: I don't want her to fall into her own hands and get the information she wants. So kill and kill.

Because there is no clue, for this behind-the-scenes person, Ye Shaoyang is not willing to speculate too much for a while, standing in the riverbed for a while, going ashore and going back and forth.

A few minutes later, he saw a pony that panted from the opposite side, and asked about the result of the death of the female ghost. The pony was shocked.

The two returned to Wu’s home, and the battlefield has not been cleaned.

Ye Shaoyang greeted the pony together and threw the zombie cats into the dry well. As for the body of Wu Laotai... it has long turned into a rancid flesh.

Ye Shaoyang licked his nose and checked it up. He said: "Wu Laotai himself has been dead for a year and a half. Now it is the way he rots after his death."

The pony frowned: "She is a ghost, the female ghost in red dress, is her soul?"

Ye Shaoyang shook his head. "How long has this old lady died? How can she be so strong, she is being taken away."

"Quiet?"

"It is the ghost possession, but the general ghost repair is limited, the ghost possession time is not too long, and there is no way to drive away the soul of the body."

Ye Shaoyang explained: "But the cultivation of the ghost's head can be used to drive away or destroy the soul of the body. It is a long-term occupation of this body. This is called a win."

The pony scratched his head. "Why do you want to do this, where is the body of an ordinary person?"

"Of course, it can be done by the body of ordinary people, something that ghosts can never do." Ye Shaoyang pointed to the jar on the ground and said.