Yang Zimei's fingers made tactics, and quietly popped up a group of yin, trying to attack Wang Zeyuan.
Who knows, the ingenuity of the shade, as if the water encountered a thermal source, when he touched Wang Ziyuan's body, he immediately dispersed, and he could not dissolve into his body at all.
It seems that the skill of this old abnormal man is unusual.
"who?"
Wang Zeyuan suddenly felt unusual, and his expression was solemn.
Yang Zimei and Xuehu took the breath slightly.
If it wasn't for Xuehu to pull his own hand by, Yang Zimei was still worried that his stealth would be invalid.
"Master, no one? I'm alone."
The old villagers were puzzled around and looked around.
"No, there are others in the room!"
Wang Zeyuan looked around, and wanted to find out where someone was trapped.
However, nothing found.
The chicken skin of the old villagers suddenly starts, "Isn't it a ghost?"
He said this, but reminded Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei made the spell of summoning ghosts.
If it is normal, this mantra has been emitted for less than a minute, and the ghosts who wander and lurk within ten kilometers will be concentrated.
However, after waiting for a while, there was no response around.
Is there no ghost nearby?
Yang Zimei looked at Xuehu in doubt.
Xuehu was watching Wang Zeyuan at this time, as if he was studying something.
Her hand squeezed it with a force.
Xuehu's attention was transferred to her.
"What's wrong?"
She talked with Xuehu in mind.
"This person may also be a half -shelter."
Xuehu said.
"Snake Demon?"
Thinking of the disgusting look of his molting just now, Yang Zimei wanted to vomit.
"Possible."
Xuehu nodded, "If it is a snake demon, it is troublesome. Among our demon clan, the snake tribe has the highest spiritual power."
"He is just a half -human and half -snake. You have no way for him to practice for tens of thousands of years?"
"He has completed the molting, and although the mana is not high, I can no longer deal with it."
"It's bad ..."
Yang Zi's eyebrows are dark.
If even Xuehu can't deal with it, what can she count?
Suddenly Wang Zeyuan was extremely quiet, listening slightly on his side, his face changed slightly, and the dzi beads on his hand ejected to the orientation of Yang Zimei.
Xuehu reached out and copied it, copied the nine -eyed Tianzhu in his hand, and pulled Yang Zimei out of the door.
"Master, what about your beads? It seems to have disappeared suddenly?"
The old villagers clearly saw the bead popping up, and then disappeared without trace. She watched Wang Zeyuan with a worship. "Master, your skill has become fascinating?"
"Turn a fart! Someone is here!"
Wang Zeyuan's body suddenly left, like an arrow attack to the place where Yang Zimei and Xuehu stood just now.
Bang!
The sound of the palm of the palm sounded.
The whole house moved, and then the wall broke down. The tiles on the roof landed, scaring the old villagers to rush out.
Seeing that the house was crumbling, Wang Zeyuan also walked out.
"Master, what happened to?"
The old villagers looked at the rupture house like a shock, and asked puzzled.
"fine."
Wang Zeyuan's face, "Where did you put Jiang Guang are?"