The living corpse descends!

Zhang Yang was shocked.

This man is too cruel to himself.

It turned out to be a head-lowering technique that was refined using one's own body as a sacrifice.

This head-lowering technique was originally only mentioned occasionally in books.

Because the pain involved in refining oneself is very great, wizards who refine the living corpse often cannot bear the backlash of karmic fire, and eventually have to choose to self-destruct their souls in order to escape.

Those who can successfully practice living corpse surrender are often rare.

The white shadow was getting closer and closer, and through the dim moonlight, Zhang Yang finally saw his true face in Lushan.

What is covered under the white pointed hat is actually a withered face, almost like a layer of skin wrapping the bones!

But below his mouth, he was wrapped in white bandages, which reminded people of a mummy.

His eyes were sunken, and two green lights flashed from time to time in his empty pupils.

Seeing the white shadow flying towards him, Zhang Yang made a gesture with his fingers, and the Nine Yang True Fire surged around his body, ready to attack at any time.

At this moment, a strong gust of wind hit him from behind, and he couldn't help but feel shaken.

It really surprised him to discover the other party's existence so close.

When Zhang Yang appeared here just now, he had already unleashed his six senses to the strongest level. It stands to reason that no disturbance within a radius of one hundred meters would be able to escape his perception.

But then, he felt slightly relieved.

The person who came was obviously not targeting me.

call!

He saw a black shadow whizzing past his head, blocking him directly in front of him, just in time to meet the flying white shadow.

Who is he!

This movement of soaring and emptiness is actually similar to that of Wudang Tiyun Zong.

However, the movement skills were not what surprised Zhang Yang the most.

He found that he couldn't feel the spiritual power fluctuations on the other party's body.

Finally, Bai Ying stopped suddenly and landed steadily about ten meters in front of the man in black.

A hoarse voice with a strong Nanyang accent came out of his throat, like a broken gong: "Basong boy, do you really want to be my enemy?!"

Blocking in front, the dark figure known as Basong said nothing, with a sneer on his lips.

He flipped his hand, lit the lighter with a snap, and lit a cigarette for himself.

He took a deep breath, blew out a beautiful smoke ring, and then said in a lazy voice: "Uncle Kunka, haven't you done enough evil in Siam? This is the territory of China, and you are still seeking death so unscrupulously.

That's all, if you drag me into the guru's family and join you in misfortune, I will have to take care of it."

As he spoke, he turned back and smiled at Zhang Yang: "Mr. Zhang, please give me some face and let me clean up my house before I can apologize to you for this evil deed."

Huh……

The other party actually knows me?

However, Zhang Yang was only briefly surprised, not much surprised in his heart.

Now that the Internet is developed, he has been in the limelight recently, and all kinds of information about him are widely circulated on the Internet, so there are not a few people who know him through the Internet.

Especially for people with similar beliefs, seeing his performance in the video will naturally attract attention and guess his true identity.

This is a man of the same age in his early twenties, with a handsome face full of unruly self-confidence.

He was wearing a black windbreaker, with short short hair, and a flame-shaped earring above his left ear.

The earrings were not only unique in shape, but also had a slight strange power on them, making them one with the night.

If you hadn't seen him standing there and just felt it, it would have been easy to miss him.

Zhang Yang felt that it was precisely because of the existence of this earring that his sense of existence was weakened and even deceived his own perception.

"Please!"

Although Zhang Yang was surprised in his heart, he remained calm on the surface and said calmly.

In fact, with Zhang Yang's current strength, it is more than enough to deal with this old man in white, but now that someone is doing it for him, it seems that it is still a favor, so why not do it.

He also wanted to see what this seemingly unfathomable peer could do.

"Uncle, I want to ask you one last time, do you want to give up and follow me back to Siam to receive punishment?!" The young man in black asked again.

Sure enough, he is a Siamese wizard!

Regarding the head-lowering technique, the Siamese themselves believe that it has the same origin as the Chinese Maoshan technique.

Master Sanzang went to Tianzhu to obtain the scriptures. On his way back, he passed by the Tongtian River and fell into the water.

Although the Mahayana scriptures have been preserved, half of the Hinayana prophecies have been lost.

Later, this half of the prophecy was obtained by chance and presented to the King of Siam. It later became a famous head-dropping technique in Southeast Asia.

As for the Chinese Maoshan Shu, it is a complete set of handwritten manuscripts written by Master Tripitaka based on memory.

Later, he accidentally learned it from Taoist priests in southern Yunnan, and after integrating it with Taoist methods, he founded the Maoshan School.

The Siamese head-lowering technique lacks many orthodox techniques, so it is called an evil technique. The method of restraint can often be found in Maoshan technique.

However, the art of lowering the head has been passed down in the Nanyang region for thousands of years, and combined with local witchcraft, it has also formed its own powerful power and formed various factions.

"Hey, boy, with your little skills, how can you defeat me?!" The hoarse voice of the old man in white sounded again.

As he spoke, corpse energy surged from his body, and the originally pale aura immediately turned bright red when it came into contact with the moonlight.

Zhang Yang has no doubt, it seems that this is the person who tampered with Dongfang Mubai Villa.

"Uncle Master, if that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"

As soon as the young man in black finished his cold words, he took action immediately.

Swish, swish, swish...

He formed a seal with his hands and recited the nine-character mantra.

"Those who are facing - soldiers - fighting - all - array - line up - in front of - go! Punish the evil!"

Every time a mantra is uttered, a golden light is reflected from the hand.

Boo hoo hoo…

With his hands as the center, nine golden rays formed a circular array of bright golden light in the void.

Roar!

When the word "Zhu Xie" with the sound of gold and iron came out, the nine golden lights shrank suddenly, and immediately let out a high-pitched dragon roar that resounded through the sky.

Boom!

When the golden halo exploded again, a dazzling golden dragon emerged.

Immediately, there was another roar, and the divine dragon rose into the sky. Countless gold powder flew all over the sky and fell down, coating the originally dark cemetery with a layer of gold.

The divine dragon's body was filled with golden light, carrying an unparalleled momentum and heading straight towards the old man in white who was already wrapped in a layer of red mist.

"Boy, the old man actually passed on the Golden Dragon Mantra to you!" the old man in white said through gritted teeth.

The originally hoarse voice was like a bellows, falling into the ears, making people feel creepy.

"Hey, Uncle Master, now that the real dragon has been sacrificed, it's too late to regret it." The young man in black looked majestic, and his windbreaker was lifted up by the strong wind, making a hunting sound.

"Haha! Haha!" After two strange beast-like laughters, the old man in white roared, "I knew it... I knew it! Humph, the old immortal is really partial. Your master went crazy and refused to give up. He actually killed

This sect's secret technique, the Nine-Character True Dragon Curse, is taught to you. It seems that I was right to risk my life to practice this living corpse surrender. Huh, when I'm done, I'd like to ask the old immortal myself why he looks down on me.

Why are you looking down on me! Why! Hahahaha..."

The strange laughter of the man in white became more and more weird.

In the end, it simply turned into a roar like a wild beast.

I heard a crackling sound coming from his body.

Immediately, the whole body's zhenqi surged, and the originally thin body began to expand violently.

The originally dry skin on his face quickly swelled up, like a toad.

Those tightly wrapped bandages bulged slightly, as if they might break at any time.

Countless red mist continuously overflowed from the bulging gaps, and bursts of rotten stench dispersed in the air.

Finally, those bandages cracked and peeled off quickly, revealing a body with knotted muscles.

Vaguely, Zhang Yang saw countless scales appearing on the skin of the old man in white, and he had turned into a huge lizard.

"What a trouble! Even if you turn into a living zombie, you can use snake blood to refine your body!" The young man in black pulled out a long whip with a swipe.

Purple lightning was wrapped around it, constantly licking the air, making a crackling sound.
To be continued...