Looking at the bloody bone hand protruding from her abdomen, Hu Yue's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
With a "click", the blue round pill was crushed into fine powder, and then the bone hand disappeared suddenly.
Hu Yue let out a muffled snort, and as the skeletal hand was pulled away, she fell limply to the ground, blood gushed out along the blood hole, and the bloody smell filled the hall for a moment.
Although he is not dead at this moment, he is also dying.
The exclamations of Jin Qing and Shi Die, the crackling sound, and the whistling sound of the magic weapon came to the ears one after another, and all kinds of experiences in their lives poured out one after another like a horse watching a lantern.
The poor life in childhood, the joy of the whole family when the spiritual root was discovered, the helplessness when the favorite senior sister married someone else, the high spirits when the alchemy was successful, and the great ambition to condense the Nascent Soul, all of these seemed to have to follow suit. The cold hands and feet are gradually gone...
But Hu Yue was very unwilling!
He has three magic weapons of flying knives, usually when facing the enemy, he only releases two to kill the enemy, and the third flying knives never leaves his body.
Because the third throwing knife was refined by some kind of secret method, although it was not powerful enough to injure people, it was indeed far superior to ordinary magic weapons in terms of psychic body protection.
What's more, he did not hesitate to spend a lot of effort to cultivate this treasure, and he has been refined to the point of psychic not long ago.
In the face of other people's sneak attack, even if he didn't take the initiative to order, this treasure should be able to sense other people's murderous intentions, and protect the body automatically!
"Unless the one who sneaked up on him..." Hu Yue finally thought of something again, and with some unwillingness to give up, she forced her head to twist slightly with her last mortal strength, and finally saw everything behind her with the corner of her eyes.
A white shadow was chasing Jin Qing closely, and Jin Qing was wrapped in a ball of silver light and flew upside down to avoid non-stop, and released her own magic weapon to bombard the opponent continuously, as if she was afraid of the white shadow. pole.
On the other side, Han Li and the others were trapped by a large amount of black air, but Han Li had an extra fiery scroll in his hand, and countless fist-sized fire swallows were flying out of the scroll, forming a circle. The huge ring of fire kept hitting the black air, preventing them from getting close.
Qu Hun and Shi Die stood behind Han Li.
Qu Hun's whole body was covered in blood, and his hands kept releasing purple flames to disperse the black energy that rushed into the ring of fire. And Shi Die held a white round bead in her hand, shining radiantly, so that the black air that occasionally slipped through the net did not dare to get close to her body, but her eyes still showed a look of panic.
That Hu Yue didn't pay attention to the black energy, but took a closer look at the white shadow chasing after Jin Qing.
Sure enough, it was the white skeleton that had been dead for an unknown number of years, but it released white mist all over its body, and its body was extremely flexible and jumped non-stop. It still looks like a dead thing.
Hu Yue smiled miserably!
He, a monk in the alchemy stage, was murdered by a dead man's skeleton. This is really ridiculous.
Accompanied by this self-deprecating thought, Hu Yue's mind went dark, and she fell into an endless sleep, but the self-deprecating color still remained at the corner of her mouth.
Just as Hu Yue was dying, Han Li looked gloomy and kept looking around.
Just now, while Hu Yue was attacked by Bai Gutiao. A large piece of cold ghost fog suddenly flew out from the nearby wall, trapping several people in it at once.
But fortunately, Han Li had already made some preparations, and opened the painting scroll that he had just obtained without hesitation. As a result, many flaming spirit birds flew out from the painting.
This kind of "Zhiyang bird" is wrapped in demon fire and looks like an ordinary swallow. Han Li once saw its detailed introduction in a classic.
They were born in the fine fire, and they love to eat all kinds of ghosts and spirits, and they are the famous nemesis of Yins. It's just that this bird has long been extinct in the world of cultivating immortals, and the painting scroll only seals a part of the soul of this spirit bird, and can only release the clone of "Zhiyang Bird".
Although these avatars look exactly like the real "Zhiyang Bird", their power is vastly different! Otherwise, these black ghost mist should not only be dispelled temporarily, but should be swallowed completely.
Han Li wasn't too worried about these entangled ghost fogs. Whether it was the "Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword" or the gold-eating insects, they could easily destroy them.
What made him a little uneasy was the ghost mist master who had been hiding by the side and hadn't made a move yet. As for the white bones, he could see clearly that there was no spiritual consciousness at all, it was clearly a puppet manipulated by others. It's just that this white bone is a bit weird, after being bombarded so many times by Jin Qing's magic weapon, it is still safe and sound, it seems that there is another mystery in it.
Just as Han Li was thinking, intermittent ghost cries came from all around him.
The creepy voices of these people, neither male nor female, were sharp and piercing, which made people's blood twitch and their minds were uneasy.
Han Li's heart trembled, and his consciousness was fully opened, covering the entire hall. With a flick of the fingers at the same time, two small emerald green swords appeared in front of Han Li, slowly turning around Han Li.
"What kind of monster is pretending to be a ghost here, and still doesn't show up?" Jin Qing seemed to be disturbed by the ghost's voice, and suddenly shouted angrily. It wasn't loud, but it made the whole hall buzz. The ghost cry actually stopped in response.
Not only that, when his magic weapon knocked down on the bone again, the bone fell apart under one blow, and it was no longer human.
Jin Qing was surprised and delighted!
At the same time, the ghost mist that had originally trapped Han Li and the others quickly retracted into the surrounding walls with a "whoosh".
Han Li was greatly surprised! He didn't think that Jin Qing's roar could have such great power.
At this moment, Shi Die, who was behind Han Li, turned around and took this opportunity to run towards the steps in the cave behind him. In the blink of an eye, he reached the steps and stepped up.
Seeing this scene, Han Li was expressionless, but Jin Qing's expression changed drastically, and he was extremely annoyed.
This woman actually ran away? You must know that although Shi Die's mana is low, the orb in her hand is obviously effective in restraining those ghost fogs, so she can't just run away like this. Thinking of this, Jin Qing swallowed this woman without thinking. .
But at this time, the mutation reappeared!
The stone butterfly who ran up the steps only took two steps, when a green light flashed suddenly on one side of the stone wall, and a terrifying ghost claw jumped out without warning. Inserted into the nun's chest.
Shi Die let out a scream, desperately urging the light of the orb in her hand, trying to break free.
But the ghost hand didn't seem to be afraid at all, instead, a pitch-black ghost aura emerged from the ghost claw, wrapping the stone butterfly within it.
The woman's cry came to an abrupt end. Then a skinny mummy was thrown out of the black air, right in front of Han Li and Qu Hun.
Han Li lowered his head and looked at the corpse with no flesh and blood, his face turned slightly blue.
And Jin Qing's face was already pale, but she just tightly grasped the magic weapon of Bai Yin, looking left and right.
"Hey! This seat needs a suitable body, which of you three is going to dedicate it?" There were cold sneers from all around the hall, and the voice was full of disdain.
Hearing this, Han Li's eyes revealed a cold light, and suddenly he stretched out the scroll in his hand again, and the many firebirds flying outside him flew back into the scroll like swallows returning to their nests, and then Han Li's expression was gloomy. Pinch the spell with both hands.
With a sound of "Puchi", a giant "Zhiyang Bird" with a length of about ten feet flew out from the painting scroll. The flames around it were extremely dazzling. It shot at a certain stone pillar in the hall.
There was a loud "boom".
Just when the giant bird was about to hit the pillar, there was a flash of green light, and then a strange python transformed from black air flew out of the pillar and hit the firebird together.
The firebird breathed out scorching white fire, while the strange python spewed black cold air, and a battle between the bird and python started in the hall.
"Tsk tsk! I didn't expect that even the long-lost exorcism in Luan Xinghai would still be known. It seems that I have really underestimated you." As soon as the words fell, a strange man slowly walked out from the stone pillar. out.
Han Li and Jin Qing watched intently at the same time!
This is a dark green figure, covered in green light, you can't see the real face at all, there are a few strands of black mist as thick as arms wrapped around your body, and your eyes are as bright red as dripping blood.
After the strange figure swept across Han Li and the others, Han Li and Jin Qingju felt a chill coming from their backs. It seemed that the other party had seen through everything they were thinking in their hearts. color.
The other party put so much pressure on the two of them just relying on their eyes, which shows that the other party's cultivation is far superior to the two of them. Could it be that this person is a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage
But looking at the appearance of the ghost, it seems that it does not look like a stranger, but more like a ghost.
But if it was a ghost, how could it speak so clearly, without the slightest appearance of losing its mind.