Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

There is a layer of yellow mucus on the ground. Numerous white bugs are arched in the mucus like meat mites. There are many fur bones in the mucus, which make a burst of stench.

Wang Ping did not see the foot, and after a reminder by Ye Shaoyang, he noticed the foot, screamed on the spot, looked around, but could not find a clean place.

"This is the first form of corpse, not hurting people, pay attention not to let them climb to the feet." Ye Shaoyang looked around for a week and found that the room was quite big, scattered desks and stools everywhere, the surface is also mucus covered, it seems The zombies are not less on the top.

"We moved the table to the door to stop it, in case the corpse did not die."

Yang Siling said that he was going to push the table and was blocked by Ye Shaoyang. He quickly said: "With the strength of the corpse, you are not using iron gates. Don't sharpen them. Take me to find relics."

Yang Siling quickly came to the window, and every foot went down, and he had to kill a few corpses, making a scalp and numbness, and he couldn’t care.

Looking down at the window for a while, Yang Siling picked up a stool and adjusted it. The mucus on the ground was scraped off, so that the real content of the concrete was revealed.

Ye Shaoyang looked down and saw a large black bead, big and small, set on the ground, which formed a shape of a windmill with four leaves.

At the first sight, Ye Shaoyang knew that this was the "fair letter" in the Buddha's spell. The full name was what he forgot. For the Buddha's spells, he didn't understand it. But I heard that the sorghum used the spirits to make a "wind letter." "There is no end to the mystery, and even the power to open up Hongmeng."

Think carefully, tearing the crack from the evil spirit space back to the real world, is it not to open up space, suddenly feel the confidence increased, and now without hesitation, cut the wrist with the tip of the jujube stick.

The blood rushed out, dripping on a relic, and immediately slammed a black smoke, and the corpse blood and mucus deposited on the relic suddenly faded, revealing the true color of the beige, a radiant glow.

Although it was weak, Ye Shaoyang felt the spiritual power in it, so he continued to drop blood on the rest of the relics. As the corpse and mucus melted a little, more relics appeared, and each color was different. .

Ye Shaoyang looked at these colorful relics, and he felt it in his heart: this is the real sorghum, even if he only wants to save Yang Siling himself, he is willing to sacrifice himself, and in this evil space, the deeds are only Yang Siling alone. I know that after death, I can’t get the beauty of the ages.

Now that I have made up my mind, I must find Yang Siling to ask the legal number of the monk and go to their sect to inform him.

"砰", Ye Shaoyang was shocked and looked up. It was Yang Siling who was using a bench to smash the glass of the window and asked her what she was doing.

"The last time the crack in the space appeared outside the glass window, I saw it far away."

Ye Shaoyang’s glimpse, this means that if the crack really needs to happen, you have to jump off the building to go out? In case it is not a position to jump, it is not finished. It is a soul entity in this space. If it falls, it will die, and even the soul will not return to the real world.

While thinking about it, while dropping more blood on the relic, finally all the stolen goods on the relic were corroded and cleaned by the blood of the heavenly master.

Ye Shaoyang did nothing, and saw a colorful light, which was sent out from these relics, and it was projected out of the window, forming a cluster of whirlpools like a nebula. The volley was high and the air in the vicinity was endless. Sucked in.

Look at the relics, but a little bit begins to melt into water.

Ye Shaoyang stunned and immediately understood: The maintenance of this "wind-fighting" array consumes the spiritual power contained in the relics. Once the relics are completely melted, the space cracks will disappear immediately.

"Fast! Fast! You go first!" Ye Shaoyang got up and shouted.

Just then, a huge cymbal sounded behind him, and Ye Shaoyang looked back, but it was a huge figure who was smoking a cigarette. It was the corpse. This guy didn't know why he was not burned, but the fire on his body was gone.

Mom, I am really afraid of what comes.

Ye Shaoyang then took a stool and smashed it.

The head of the corpse was obviously harder than the stool. One smashed and slammed down on the ground. He quickly climbed over, and a green corpse was highlighted in the mouth. Ye Shaoyang retreated, and pulled Wang Ping, who was in a daze. Push to the window.

At this time, Yang Siling had already boarded the window sill and faced the group of five-color nebulae hanging in the air, but hesitated.

"Jump!" Ye Shaoyang shouted.

"I... a little scared!"

Ye Shaoyang glimpsed, and immediately understood that he had thought before, they are now souls, but after all, they are entities. The height of the fourth floor is enough to cause fear of heights. This is an innate instinct, even if it is It is also difficult for the Master to overcome.

Yang Siling heard the voice of the corpse, looked back and was shocked: "Look at the corpse!"

Ye Shaoyang turned his head and looked at it. Mom, no wonder the corpse did not come to chase himself. This guy actually squatted on a pile of relics, sticking out a tongue full of corpses, and licking the blood on the relics.

"If the blood is finished, the corpse will re-cover the relic!" Yang Siling cried. "We can't go out! Stop him!"

"I know, you can jump first!"

Ye Shaoyang said, from the waist to solve an unused jujube stick, licking the corpse and smashing the blood on the ground, aligning the neck with a force, a stick pierced its thick flesh, corpse blood Pull out.

"Hey!" The corpse turned his head out and screamed.

"You can do it!" Ye Shaoyang untied a date stick and stabbed him into the left eye of the corpse, but the corpse also grabbed his two legs and pulled it hard. Ye Shaoyang fell to the ground, just watching When Yang Siling jumped, the body did not fall, but was sucked in by the colorful nebula.

Wang Ping is climbing the window sill and looking back.

Ye Shaoyang, a sideways body, avoids the attack of the corpse, and shouts at the head: "Go, don't worry about me!"

"Shaoyang brother..."

"Walk away, I can make it! Go!"

Ye Shaoyang looked back at her.

Wang Ping sighed and jumped.

Seeing that she did not hesitate to jump, Ye Shaoyang suddenly stunned, although there are still many things that do not understand, but finally understand one thing.

Wang Ping, you lied to me...

Looking down, I saw that the relics were about to melt, and the colorful light faded a lot. Ye Shaoyang got up and struck toward the window. As a result, the dead corpse flew up again, holding his shoulder from behind, facing The left shoulder bite up.