The Museum of Beasts

"Well, according to the original plan, you will print the ink stamp and I will pull it into the painting world. As for how to surrender, I will talk about it. Anyway, my current painting world is not what it used to be. Even if it cannot be destroyed, it will Can trap it." Shu Xiaolou said at this time.

The plan was finalized, Lin Jin took the ink seal, and then entered a door opened behind him.

In a blink of an eye, Lin Jin arrived at the visitor hall.

In the visitor hall without visitors, although it doesn't look different in peace at this moment, in Lin Jin's eyes, it is more weird.

It was all caused by the zombies in the third wooden door.

Lin Jin secretly said in his heart, at this moment he walked to the third wooden door and looked up and down carefully. He was afraid that the contents would run out while he was away.

But looking at it now, there is no sign of the wooden door being opened.

This is a good thing.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Jin put his hands on the wooden door and directly invoked the power of the two blood-bonded animal pets. The blood surged on his body and began to push the wooden door.

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Located in a hidden manor deep in the Bu Mao Mountain of Dongzhou, Jian Master Yan was dressed in black and looked awe-inspiring, looking at a strange wooden door in front of him.

This wooden door is a collection of skilled craftsmen from all over the world, and it is made of special ghost wood from the Three Realms. And if you look closely, behind this wooden door is a box, and the closed box looks like a large coffin as a whole.

Just in front of the large coffin, a person wearing a white shirt was hanging a wooden sign with "three" written on it on the wooden door in front of the box.

The fingers of the person wearing this white paper clothes were stiff and gray. In fact, he was exuding a breath of death dust all over his body. His skin was brownish-purple, tightly attached to the bones, and his forehead was nailed with a rusty iron nail. The seal of Fu written in blood is as scary as it looks.

This is the white envoy of the Evil Path Appraiser Association, a zombie puppet that only obeys the president's orders.

And Master Yan Jian is naturally a black envoy.

Seeing the zombie white agent hung the No. 3 wooden sign on a raised nail on the wooden door, the entire wooden door and the box behind it vibrated.

As if a certain taboo was connected in an instant.

A gloomy weird smile came from the white envoy. Strangely, the white envoy's facial features did not show any expressions, as if the laughter was not made by it.

"Black Envoy, you did a good job. In a short time, you not only fetched the number three wooden sign, but also accidentally fetched the number two tree sign. This time, I will give you head-remembering skills." The voice was gloomy. Fear, but with a kind of supreme majesty.

The black envoy immediately bowed and said, "Serving the president is a subordinate's duty."

"Okay, okay, I will open the No. 3 wooden door and take out the zombies that have been refined. By then, our strength will increase greatly. The first thing is to wipe out all the enemies. If the zombie beasts in the No. 2 wooden door can be removed smoothly, Tsk tsk, even a great country can be destroyed."

After speaking, the zombie white angel began to stretch out his hand and yanked the wooden door.

The power is more than a hundred times greater than ordinary people.

The wooden door creaked and squeaked, and then, the wooden door was opened by a crack.

In an instant, a thick ash of dead air permeated through the cracks in the door, Bai Shi did not evade, but approached and sucked with his mouth and nose, appearing very intoxicated.

"Okay, okay, the zombie inside has been trapped for five hundred years, and has been practiced for five hundred years. Its strength is several times that of this first one. My strategy back then is really ingenious. I borrowed the master’s secret world to refine the corpse. Uncertain, there is still a chance to enter it this time and explore the secrets of the master back then." The white envoy said this in a low voice, and only he could hear it, mixed with excitement and expectations.

Next, the white angel continued to pull hard, and the opening angle of the wooden door became wider and wider. Naturally, more and more dead spirits spread from it.

Master Yan Jian couldn't help but stepped back a few steps. He knew very well that the horror of these dead ashes would not work at all. It was not inevitable, but it would be very troublesome.

At this time, the wooden door has been opened in half. Obviously, the White Envoy is wrestling with the wooden door at this moment, and within the opened wooden door, the black and gray breath of death is densely covered, but a person can be vaguely seen inside. With.

Like a piece of wood.

"Think of my corpse Taoist people who took great pains to fight against the flesh, raising the corpse in the hidden place of the master, the effect is extraordinary. My flesh body has been refined for five hundred years. Once the corpse is released, it will be an existence comparable to an immortal. Invincible." The White Envoy murmured strangely, obviously in a state of extreme excitement.

He waited for a day, too long.

But when he stretched out his hand to pull out the zombies inside, he saw that he was not far away and opened a door.

The white angel's movements froze suddenly, and instantly, it felt fear and fear.

This feeling, it has not passed for a long time.

But at this moment, it was really frightened.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who can scare the corpse.

He had several senior brothers back then, and the only one that made him afraid was the senior brother Longdao.

Naturally, what he fears most is their master, Daojun!

The fear of the master is hidden in the bones of the corpse Taoist, and it is very clear that the place where he hides the corpse, raises the corpse and refines the corpse, none of the brothers can find it. Only the master knows that there is also the master. The hidden world.

The Master Daojun has fallen hundreds of years ago.

That's why the corpse Taoist dare to raise the corpse and refine the corpse on the site of Master Taoist, but what did it see just now?

There, a person opened a door, and subconsciously, the corpse Taoist thought of Master Daojun. After all, in his cognition, only Master Daojun can enter and leave this mysterious place at will, and oneself, Needs many means to assist, even so, he can only barely open this door, it is impossible to go deep into it.

That's why it is afraid and scared, its brain is blank for a while, its body is stiff, and it does not dare to move.

The corpse Taoist deposited the soul spirit in the rune, and used the soul-suppressing nail to forcibly attach its own soul to the white zombie ~www.wuxiaspot.com~Hidden in Tibet for hundreds of years, and created the evil way. The appraiser will be for this day. The zombie inside this door is actually himself, that is, the body of the corpse Taoist. Naturally, the time and energy that the corpse Taoist took to do this is unimaginable. But this matter is obviously not on the stage, especially if it deviates from the command of the teacher, so the corpse Taoist will be frightened. If it is not for him to see the appearance of the opposite person, he is afraid that he will bow down and salute.

Speaking of which, Lin Jin was also taken aback.

He finally pushed open the No. 3 wooden door in the visitor's hall, only to see that there was also a door on the opposite side, and there was a vaguely white figure under the hazy atmosphere of death.

What's the situation?

Lin Jin's mind was also clouded for a while.

They are blinded, but there are no zombies inside. The zombies are bloodthirsty and like human flesh. Among the two doors, one is a living person with a fragrance, and the other is a dead-flesh zombie puppet. There is no suspense at all.

When Lin Jin was dumbfounded, the zombies inside had already rushed over.

At this time, Lin Jin could only deal with the zombie first.