Su Zimu suddenly felt a strong tearing sensation, like a blender, turning him into a pulp from the inside out.
He struggled with all his might, but to no avail.
At this moment, he seemed to hear a spooky ghost laugh.
However, in the next second, a wave of heat surged up in his Dantian, and the possessed evil ghost was washed away by the heat. The ghost's smile immediately turned into a ghost's scream, and was instantly wiped out.
Su Zimu, who returned to normal, looked confused, what is going on?
But he immediately discovered that the heat flow was operating according to the mental method in his mind!
Having no time to complain about this technique, Su Zimu immediately sent the heat flow to his hands and scratched the evil ghost who was pulling Wan Xiong hard. The evil ghost broke into two pieces with a miserable cry, and then slowly disappeared.
The half-detached soul slowly retracted into the body. Wan Xiong suddenly shuddered and then woke up.
Su Zimu immediately became happy, so what if he didn't know magic? I can fight ghosts!
He doesn't care what moves he uses, he will pounce on the evil ghost fiercely when he sees it.
Several of the guards he rescued looked confused, no one knew what happened.
Ji Gongming, who saw everything in his eyes, couldn't close his mouth. Is he still the loser with no cultivation at all? I've reached the seventh level of Qi training, and I can't even deal with evil spirits that well!
For a moment, I couldn't tell which one was more vicious, the evil ghost or this weird little guy.
After all, Su Zimu was only one person. He saved many people, but even more were killed. After a while, more than half of the caravan was killed or injured.
The rest are all human beings, so they simply get together and surround the savior in the middle. No matter who is possessed by an evil spirit, Su Zimu can save him as long as he stretches out his hand.
The situation was immediately reversed, and the balance of victory slowly tilted.
The surviving monks were very excited. As long as they stayed up until dawn, it would really be dawn!
But the evil foundation-building ghost that had been floating in the air suddenly pounced down with a ghost roar. It was so fast that it had no time to dodge.
At this moment, even time became extremely slow. Su Zimu watched helplessly as the evil spirit rushed towards him, but he could not move, let alone stop it.
Sadness welled up in my heart, but at the critical moment when the evil spirit was about to succeed, a loud roar suddenly came from the distance: "Do it!"
With a sweep of the ground, a layer of enchantment instantly enveloped the battlefield.
Then a narrow-mouthed porcelain bottle flew into the barrier, and many evil spirits seemed to have encountered their nemesis and threw themselves into the bottle involuntarily.
Only the foundation-building creature resisted tenaciously and tried to break through the barrier to escape. However, no matter how hard it struggled, it could not escape the absorption of the porcelain bottle. After a while, it was sucked into the porcelain bottle.
A group of people entered the barrier, and the leader laughed loudly: "Thank you, Brother Ji, for your help!"
Ji Gongming's expression changed drastically: "Mo Xingliang, you have such a cruel heart!"
Su Zimu suddenly realized that this was a set-up from the beginning.
"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous!" Mo Xingliang's smile never faded, "Help others to the end and send the Buddha to the West. Why don't Brother Ji commit suicide to save everyone's faces?"
"Fart!" Ji Gongming's beard and hair spread wildly, looking like an angry lion.
Others were also filled with indignation and glared at him.
But suddenly someone stuffed something into Su Zimu's hand, and Ji Gongming's voice appeared in his ear: "If you have a chance, please send this thing to the Ji family in Lingchuan. I will be grateful!"
Su Zimu felt a shiver in his heart. Was this a request he made on his deathbed, knowing that he was going to die?
I'm not even a monk, so you're not afraid of being wronged by others?
Ji Gongming didn't give him a chance to refuse, and rushed forward with an angry roar.
Mo Xingliang took out a magic talisman in an understatement, and a dazzling sword light flashed. Ji Gongming fell to the dust, and the gushing blood soaked the earth red.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why bother!" Mo Xingliang pretended to lament, waving to Su Zimu and others, "Arrest everyone who comes!"
The monks belonging to the Mo family rushed forward and everyone rose up to resist. Unfortunately, everyone was at the end of their strength. After a while, the resistance was completely broken down. All the living people were captured by the Mo family and their cultivation was sealed.
All the things on my body were collected cleanly.
Su Zimu quietly stuffed the cloth bag handed over by Ji Gongming into his waist and gave up resistance very cooperatively.
Mo's people were a little stunned after catching him, and reported in surprise: "Manager, there is a mortal here!"
Mo Xingliang immediately became interested. After taking a closer look, he was disappointed: "What do I think it is? A waste of body training, take it away!"
When they heard that it was a physical exercise, the monks of the Mo family all laughed and only tied Su Zimu's hands but did not seal his Dantian.
Don't say it's because you haven't finished exercising yet, even if you've succeeded, you still don't have any real energy. If you take off your pants and fart, why bother?
Probably thinking that Su Zimu was not a real monk, Mo's man took away the treasure bag in his arms, but did not find that there was another one in his waist.
The thing that Ji Gongming gave him also escaped unexpectedly.
The low-level monks who had sealed their cultivation were no better than ordinary people. The Mo family didn't even bother to send people to guard them. They threw all the prisoners together and no one paid attention to them anymore.
Su Zimu counted, including himself, there were only fourteen people left.
Wan Xiong was lucky enough to escape. He approached Su Zimu and asked, "How are you?"
Su Zimu shook his head: "I'm fine. Aren't they afraid of us running away?" As he said that, he gestured with his unfettered hands.
Wan Xiong looked gloomy: "Run? The barrier has not been confiscated. Where to run? Besides, we have no formation map, no supplies, and our cultivation level is sealed. Running away will mean death."
Su Zimu immediately asked, "Can you live if you stay?"
"Who knows, one day at a time." Wan Xiong said.
Su Zimu was heartbroken: "Why did they catch that ghost?"
"I don't know, maybe it's for refining weapons, or maybe it's for refining elixirs."
Let me go, can this thing be used as medicine?
Su Zimu had a toothache: "Guess, what do they plan to do with us?"
"We definitely won't be allowed to leave alive." Wan Xiong didn't have any hope at all.
Su Zimu consoled him: "If we don't kill us on the spot, we will definitely have a chance... The boat will straighten up when it reaches the bridge. Let's fill our stomachs first!"
What the hell?
Several people looked at each other in confusion. It's already this time. Are you still thinking about eating?
Su Zimu didn't care what they thought. People are like iron rice and steel. If they don't eat enough, they can't run away when they get a chance!
He moved closer to the extinguishing bonfire. Mo's people saw him from a distance and thought he was cold, without thinking of anything else.
Su Zimu dug out a few mud balls from the fire, smashed them open and stuffed them into his mouth.
To be honest, the taste is just average, but after all this time, what else is there to fault?
Others couldn't help but swallow their saliva when they smelled the aroma. With the idea that they would rather die than be full, they all came together to take a bite.
Mo's people realized something was wrong, but no one stopped them.
Eat, eat, you don't have a few more days to live anyway.