Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Liang Daosheng nodded, lifted his staff, and gently waved. The nine-ring chain sent a smack of chill, and the voice went cold: "Since you and my heart are different, I must kill you."

Ye Shaoyang held his fists in his hands and said nothing to him.

He believes that Liang Daosheng understands that his own embarrassment is to respect him, although he is taking an extreme path.

Liang Daosheng danced his hands with his hands, and when he was ringing, the wind was blowing.

Ye Shaoyang stepped forward and habitually made a sword-lifting action. He found that his hands were empty, and he thought that he had installed a bit too much. He turned and shouted: "I said, knife?"

There was no one in the Guandi Temple. Ye Shaoyang snorted and said to Liang Dao: "When I wait for a while, I will go in."

Regardless of whether he agreed or not, he turned to the Guandi Temple and looked up. Lin Shuxian was stunned under the statue. The red light of the Emperor Guandi loomed, releasing a majestic and upright tone, and even Ye Shaoyang felt a strong oppression.

No, Guan Gong is spiritual?

If you don't want to think too much, Ye Shaoyang rushes up and puts a fist on the statue. He said, "You can use your sword and return it to you."

After saying that both hands grasped the handle, I immediately felt a sinking in my hand, and a strong breath poured into the body. I quickly set my mind, and I pumped it in my hand. I suddenly felt my hands sink and almost let go.

Looking at it with a fixed eye, it turns out that this knife is not clay-like. Under the cold light of the light stick, it is blue, but it is bronze!

"Which is so real, I got the knife that brought the wind to the second master." Ye Shaoyang snorted, but fortunately, he practiced body skills from a small age, and his strength was much higher than that of the average person. Now he is immersed in Dantian, and he rushes out with a knife. Temple door, shouted: "Okay, you can play!"

The voice did not fall, Ye Shaoyang was shocked by the scene:

I saw a dimly lit, dark and innumerable ghost, floating from the opposite side, all of them showed their true bodies, different forms, some have no flesh on their faces, covered with mites, some have broken abdominal cavity, and their stomachs are entangled. It seems that one is worse than one, but all the ghosts are surrounded by green light, at least the resentment.

After the group of ghosts, the ringing of the bells, these ghosts also follow the rhythm of the ringtone, slowly fluttering.

Apparently, Liang Daosheng was shaking the evil spirits and controlling the actions of these ghosts through some magical witchcraft.

"Ye Tianshi!" Liang Daosheng's slightly tired voice caught in the yin wind. "I have released all the evil spirits in the seal of the staff, and I have become a 'ghost ghost soul array'. You and I are born and killed, only here. For a while."

Ye Shaoyang heard this, but it was in line with his own mind: Qinglong’s moon knife was too heavy, and he couldn’t hold it for too long, and it’s best to have a life and death, and the strength of the two is close. It’s meaningless to fight several rounds.

Just... Although I haven’t heard the name of this law, Liang Daosheng dared to use this battle to gamble and die. Obviously, he has a clear mind, and he does not dare to take it lightly. He bites his tongue and sprays a blood on the blade.

I want to turn off the knife and the five knives in the same year. There are countless killings under the knife. Weizheng Huaxia, although it is only a replica of the temple, it is fragrant and brings the emperor's aura.

Being so excited by the blood of the Heavenly Master, the blade was cleared and released, releasing a arrogant murderous.

Ye Shaoyang’s arrogance in his heart was also provoked. Now he held the knife in his hands and rushed to the group of ghosts. When he encountered the first one, he squatted and squatted. Under the big knife, the devil was turned into a blue smoke on the spot.

Lying in the trough, Guan Erye's things really make it!

Ye Shaoyang’s confidence in the big earthquake, holding a big knife, and killing a few ghosts blocking the road, rushed into the battle.

"The autumn wind can't afford to kill, the ghosts are rampant, and they are shocked and thundered.

Liang Daosheng practiced Nanyang witchcraft, but in the end it still started in Miaojiang. Although he was a Thai, he often appeared in Miaojiang in his early years, studied authentic black witchcraft, and later lived in Taiwan for many years. His words and deeds have already been Completely finished, the spells of the series are also white Chinese.

If it is not the situation, Ye Shaoyang really wants to ask him whether this spell is his own or from where he learned.

In the ear, I heard the ringing of the ringing, and the ghosts that seemed to be chaotic, suddenly became orderly, and fluttered back and forth according to some magical law.

When Ye Shaoyang rushes to the knife, the ghosts in the other directions are immediately rescued. The speed is extremely fast. When he returns to fight back, these ghosts are swaying back and forth. The three layers are three layers, the opposite direction, come and go. Stop, look dazzled,

After several times, I didn’t kill a few ghosts. Ye Shaoyang was so tired that he just wanted to catch his breath. Those ghosts that seemed to be drifting away suddenly rushed in, spinning up, and a powerful force, from all directions. Crazy.

Ye Shaoyang had to rotate in the same place, and the blade went outwards for a week. With the spiritual power of the big knife and his own arrogance, he and the ghosts hardly remembered, and the body was tumbling and he almost could not stand.

Mom, what is this array, so mysterious?

I don’t know that in his strange work, Liang Daosheng, who is hiding among the ghosts, is also very shocked: Ye Shaoyang’s own strength, hard work, and no damage, although there are instruments in hand, but his powerful strength, One is undoubted.

"I don't want to be a heavenly master..." Liang Daosheng muttered to himself, his hands pressed to the ground, constantly drawing strange patterns, vomiting blood in his mouth, flowing into the earth, inspiring some evil laws in black witchcraft.

Almost the next second, Ye Shaoyang felt his legs tight. When he looked down, the ground under his feet did not know when a pool of blood appeared. A pair of **** hands came out and hugged their feet.

Ye Shaoyang hurriedly waved a long knife and cut off a pair of ghosts. He still couldn’t rest for a moment. The blood at the foot slowly spread, and countless blood hands came out from below, volleyed, and some **** heads. Extend it.

There was no hair on the face, no face, no bones, no eyes, no eyes, no **** eyes, and red and white pus on his face. It looked disgusting to the extreme, like a **** ghost that was only smashed.

One by one roared, crying, but could not climb out, just constantly waving their arms, pus and blood dancing, showing the horror to Ye Shaoyang.

This pair of flesh and blood and scorpion ghosts made Ye Shaoyang think of the pus-small **** in the living **** of the Chujiang king, which is somewhat similar to the scene in front of him.

Is this an illusion, or are these ghosts coming from hell?

Ye Shaoyang feels shocked, but he has no time to think about it, otherwise he is afraid that he will go to hell.

When I waved a long knife, I first cut off some of the arms that came out of my vicinity. When I looked up, I found that those grievances had drifted over, but they took off their heads one by one and put them in their hands. The head still made various A kind of expression, rushing toward himself, a time of ghosts filled, such as **** seas rolling.

Ye Shaoyang has a big shock, and there is a saying in the spell world: the ghost picks the head and can't stay.