Yang Xiuyan didn’t know what they had gone through.

From Yan Shouyi screaming to violent death into meat mud, it took only three seconds before and after.

That was a bronze-level cultivator, with a few slaves, he was also a bronze-level warrior, with a square of blood and qi, specializing in ghosts…

However, in such a short time, they even had their skins peeled off!

That evil is what level…

Suddenly, Yang Xiuyan glanced casually and saw a pair of blood-red pupils, hidden in the white mist and resentment, full of resentment.

“What a thing!”

The sudden fright made Yang Xiuyan’s whole body numb, and he was a little breathless.

Invisible, you can’t hide that thing.

It sees itself!

To those eyes, as if everything was far away, the body fluttered lightly, and even the sound of the gust of yin wind became lighter.

Yang Xiuyan’s eyes were confused, and he approached the white mist step by step, getting closer and closer to the blood-red eyes, and finally even his face was close to his face, only separated by a layer of mist.

Moreover, he is still moving forward.

Suddenly, Yang Xiuyan’s chest, the [Fragment of the Classic of Mountains and Seas], became fiery, like a soldering iron, directly burning him up.

“Groove!”

Directly close to the mysterious evil face, Yang Xiuyan let out a low roar and sat directly on the ground.

Fortunately, the Tianjiao have already gone away, otherwise this sound will directly expose their identities.

The white mist seemed to be light and thin, but the things inside could not be real, only a pair of blood-soaked eyes, staring at Yang Xiuyan, which made his heart bristle.

However, the things in the white mist did not seem to come out.

After a while, it was okay, Yang Xiuyan breathed a sigh of relief, casually touched a stone, and slammed it into the white mist.

“What do you think of your father?”

Call!

The stones swept away the white mist, but the blood-red eyes inside were majestic.

The next moment, the second pair of eyes opened, then the third pair, the fourth pair, the fifth pair…

I don’t know what it was, hiding in the white mist, a dense blood light flickered.

“Groove! Call people? Can’t afford to play? ”

Yang Xiuyan was terrified, but on the surface, he did not fall behind.

“Tell you, the team of strange people in front are all my eldest brother! I’ll go get them back and kill you!” ”

“Don’t run! Hear no, wait here! ”

After speaking, Yang Xiuyan turned his head and ran, chasing the Tianjiao of Diyuan City.

What the fuck is a horror game?

To deal with this thing, who is willing to go on whom, anyway, Lao Tzu withdrew.

The blood-red eyes in the white mist stared at Yang Xiuyan’s back, until his figure was far away and he couldn’t see the shadow, then slowly retreated, stirring up a large area of white mist.

On the long courtyard, several mouthfuls of coffins that drank human blood were written in even brighter red, and the bloody gas seemed to come out of the coffin.

The silent Dawang Village became even more weird.

……

Inside Dawang Village.

The group walked for a long time, don’t, even livestock, bugs, and did not see a single one.

A quiet piece.

“Wait, do you guys feel… Someone following behind? ”

The disciple of the [Burning Sun Pavilion], the red-haired strong man, suddenly asked.

This one is following the path of a warrior, has a mysterious intuition, and walks behind, sensitive to something.

The [Burning Sun Pavilion] disciple turned around, glanced at it, and suddenly stood up with sweat.

“Five people less!”

When everyone heard this, they all stopped and became vigilant, and many slaves looked terrified.

Something, killing people silently …

“Qingfeng fairy, the Cao family has no ghosts, in this case, I can only ask you to make a move.” The Shanghe Daoist smiled politely, and his immature face looked a little green and cute.

However, Qingfeng Fairy knew what this person was thinking, it was nothing more than letting her come out first.

Qingfeng Fairy just smiled, and took out a necklace from the cyan wrapped chest on his chest.

It was a necklace pendant with a strange fragrance, a small wooden pipe the size of a thumb, made of jet black and carved with strange and strange patterns.

The blue gauze woman lightly opened her rosy lips and chanted some strange words.

That voice, Yang Xiuyan, who had lived in Yongzhou for a long time, had seen it before.

It’s a ghost language!

The language spoken by the ghosts.

With the order of the Qingfeng fairy with a few ghost words, a black qi burst out of the small wooden pipe and landed into a strange creature.

Footless and legless, it looks like a rag sack, and there are even a few patch-like things on it.

However, everyone did not mock Cao Fengqing because of the appearance of this rag, but instead looked shocked.

“This is…[Green Seedlings]?!”

Yang Xiuyan’s mind moved, and he activated the [Identification Technique] that came with the player.

[Qingmiao God]: A different species of Hong Barren, legend has it that it is mutated by the descendants of [Dijiang], devouring ghosts and monsters for a living.

Category: War Pets

Rating: LV32.56%

Skill: Deterrence———???

Ghost Devouring ———???

Mental ———???

[Green Seedling God], a legendary xenomorph, a monster who likes to help humans drive away ghosts, shaped like a rag bag, based on the “Notes on Yuewei Caotang”.

This thing is also set in “Fairy”.

“What? The Hong Barren alien raised by the ancestors of the Cao family a thousand years ago? ”

“Impossible! That [Green Seedling God] is a fierce god, a thousand years ago, in the great war, it even attacked the ancestral land of the Earth Realm Asura and retreated all over, this one in front of you…”

“Then it should be its descendants, right?”

“Being able to subdue the descendants of the [Qingmiao God] is also very talented, it seems that the Qingfeng fairy is already the young master of the Cao family, right?”

As soon as Cao Qingfeng’s [Green Seedling God] was released, everyone was shocked, followed by praise.

This is exactly Cao Fengqing’s purpose.

In front of these Tianjiao of Diyuan City, show your muscles and establish your status.

Even Gu Xueyang, who had always been cold and noble, glanced at her differently.

This made Cao Fengqing, who had always regarded Gu Xueyang as his old enemy, extremely proud.

“The slave family is fortunate to be appreciated by the ancestor of the [Qingmiao God], and the contract with a young [Qingmiao God] comes in handy today.”

Although his expression was modest, Cao Fengqing’s tone was extremely proud, and he pointed behind him and gave an order to [Qingmiao God] in ghost language.

For! For!

The rag bag rolled twice, suddenly opened the mouth of the bag above the head, and a powerful suction force burst out.

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

There was a ghost cry, and behind everyone, several shadows were torn out of the invisible state.

Like a wolf, black slime is low between his mouths.

Without waiting for these things to exert their magical powers, [Qingmiao God] had already swallowed it into his stomach first, burped a full place, and tied his pockets.

“It’s [Wolf Ghost], the spirit of the cemetery, there is this thing in the Yin Courtyard of my Cao family.” Cao Fengqing did not wait for everyone to ask, and explained first: “This thing comes and goes like the wind, and it is extremely difficult. ”

“Even there are only four or five heads in the Yin Courtyard, I didn’t expect so many here.” _

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