Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

I don't know how long it took, everyone can't get out of this predicament.

"We are a few, don't disperse." Ye Shaoyang whispered. The voice just fell, suddenly heard a scream, a burst of panic in the crowd, everyone went by the sound, took a flashlight to shine, almost stuck on the face, only to see a person lying on the ground, twitching, mouth and nose are going out blood.

The flashlight was moved to him, and everyone sucked in a cold air: the man's stomach was torn open, the intestines and internal organs were exposed, and they were in a mess, and many wounded, unable to bleed, apparently could not live.

"Teacher, this is my younger brother!" A girl slammed on him, crying.

"Amitabha, still overtake him, so as not to be guilty." The interpretation of the letter is not finished, a palm shot on the face of this wizard, killing him, **** and a glimpse, the ghosts are drawn out, instantly overdue.

Ye Shaoyang feels in his heart: Although he knows that people can't live, but after all, there is still a breath, killing them in front of everyone, may cause some trouble, and secondly, the inner level is not good.

This interpretation of the letter did not hesitate to take the shot, apparently has seen this, just want the Master to be less guilty before his death.

Ye Shaoyang secretly conquered, this is the sorghum.

In the current crisis, you can only put the body of the mage here and clean it up in the future.

"We are careful, Zen masters and masters above the real person, please stand on the periphery, the weaker man standing in the inner circle, everyone moving forward a little."

Under the refusal of Zhang Wusheng, everyone quickly stood up and circled again. They were consistent with the outside world, kept vigilant and slowly moved forward.

Suddenly, there was a burst of sound from the woods, and another scream was heard.

Several masters were prepared and quickly attacked. They felt that something was disappearing quickly in the woods. Several people hesitated and did not dare to chase. Only Ye Shaoyang started the Maoshan volley step, chasing it in one breath, opening the sky and locking in a **** color. The location of a ghost.

"Sunset Shaming, the heavens and the earth are falling, the Qiankun is infinite, and the Tao is boundless!"

Ye Shaoyang quickly read the opening of the curse and threw the seven-star Longquan sword out. Only heard a scream, the ghost fell instantly.

Ye Shaoyang rushed up, ignited the fire, and took a look. Longquan sword was inserted with a hoe, and the eyes and mouth were full of soft meat. It looked very disgusting. What surprised him the most was the cool building. There is a depression in the top of the head of the head, and the inside is shiny, I don’t know what it is.

Hearing the screams in the distance, Ye Shaoyang raised the **** and hurried back, only to know that another Master was killed.

Ye Shaoyang looked at the guru in his hand, and at this moment, one person in the distance said with amazement: "What is this taste!"

Everyone followed his nose.

A strange smell, caught in the wind, never know which direction to float.

"Human oil, this is the smell of human oil!" There is a mage called.

Lao Guo also said with amazement: "Yes, it is human oil!"

Ye Shaoyang proposed that everyone stand on the spot, don't go any more, then take out an ink bucket, let the pony help, hold one, then quickly walk around the crowd, then nail down, nail the red line to the ground, then touch Eight small bells are hanged in the eight directions of the red line.

Then remind everyone to pay attention, once the bell in which direction sounds, concentrate on rushing past, the comparator greets.

The crowd then calmed down and waited silently.

"叮铃铃......" A ring came from a direction, just not far from Ye Shaoyang, Ye Shaoyang rushed past, and the sword fell, took a flashlight, and there was a **** that was cut into half, just like the one just now. .

Now is not the time to analyze the origins of Shantou, everyone does not speak, hold their own instruments, and wait patiently.

Ye Shaoyang stopped Lao Guo and Xiao Ma behind him, surrounded by dark clouds and magic barriers. It could not be seen clearly in a few tens of centimeters. Ye Shaoyang used his memory to touch the arm of Xiao Lengyu, holding her hand and gently pinching it. A bit.

"Be careful!"

"Know, Ye Shixiong."

This is not right, this is... Wu Xiaoxun?

Ye Shaoyang slammed on the spot and wanted to let go, but the hand was pulled very tightly by her, so she had to give up, and her heart was helpless.

After waiting for a long time, there was no smashing attack. Everyone did not know how to do it well. They saw dozens of faint green lights, floating slowly from all sides, while making a smirk and hearing the scalp of the scalp.

These lights are getting closer and closer, and everyone is finally seeing them. These are all sly. There is a ghost in the sky. The faint green light is a little green fire on the head of the skull. These blind eyes and There are granulations in the mouth, and the jaws are one by one, making a big laugh.

"Human oil lamp!" Zhang Wusheng screamed, "Sure enough, this evil thing."

The presence of the Master who is not weak in mana, although I did not recognize it for a while, but listening to Zhang Wusheng said that the relevant records on the classics appeared in my mind, one by one.

Only the pony is not clear, and is wrapped around Ye Shaoyang.

"A human oil lamp is a living person. He drills a hole in the forehead, then plantes a soothing grass, absorbs oil and soul, and waits for the body oil and soul of the body to be sucked dry. Soul grass moves to another body and continues to grow.

It is necessary to absorb the oil and soul of seven or forty-nine corpses, and the soul-sucking grass can mature. Finally, find a pregnant woman, plant it on the top of the head, take the meaning of the flowering result, and grow it up. Even the child in the belly of the pregnant woman becomes a grass fruit. Part of it, turning the corpse into a plant, becomes a fierce, called a human life grass corpse, extremely powerful! ”

After listening to Ye Shaoyang, the pony smashed a layer of goose bumps and looked at the hoes that were looming around him. He quickly shrank to Ye Shaoyang and said, "There are no bodies, not the ones you said." Kind..."

"What do you know! These are the shackles of refining people and killing grass corpses. There is no soul in the body. There is only a sigh of anger, and it is called an oily hoe. It is an add-on to the refining of human life, although there is no human life." It is also difficult to deal with, even if it is a mage, it is a must to die.

The most important thing is that since there are oil hoes here, there must be someone who lives in the grass! ”

At this time, the first batch of hoes had already flown, and everyone had sacrificed their instruments and struggled. Fortunately, the people were more powerful, and all the spells were superb and prepared. Although it was a little hard, it would be the first batch of hoes. Broken.

Wu Jiawei, who is surrounded by him, said: "The human life is inevitably controlled by the Master."