Bu Xing sat down on the ground again, his face turning blue and white.
Even the eminent monk who was invited to catch the ghost shouted for help. There is a ghost. Isn't he, an ordinary person, looking for death standing here? But his legs didn't work and were trembling. It was difficult to even stand up.
At the same time, the fat monk and Asheng had been sucked into the tomb. Two extremely miserable howls were heard immediately, and then they stopped abruptly without any sound.
As expected, the fat monk had his way, the more miserable he screamed, the better, and he was so frightened that he even gave up the cloth.
"Well--"
The remaining fake monks looked at each other.
At this time, who still thinks about the generous commission? Of course, his own life is at stake. Anyway, they are just a temporary combination. There is no deep friendship. The fat monk and Asheng will die if they die. I don’t know at this time.
Who shouted first: "There is really a ghost, run away!"
The scene was in chaos. The stage where the fake monks were doing their rituals was turned upside down, and they all ran out desperately. Someone stepped on the crotch of the cloth that fell to the ground, and it suddenly hurt.
He howled like a killing pig.
"Quack, quack, since you've brought it to your door, just stay here obediently. I happen to be short of a few jobs to help you!"
The eerie voice sounded again, and in the blink of an eye a white figure flashed out from the entrance of the tomb.
But as soon as he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, a fake monk with a cramped leg was sucked in by him.
With just one claw, the man's heart was ripped out alive. It was dripping with blood and even beating slightly.
"Oh my god...it's so scary!" A fake monk cried and ran wildly.
"Run quickly, I don't want my heart to be ripped out!"
"Taoist, Taoist, help!"
The fake monks are now afraid that they will also be killed by ghosts, and their stance has long been forgotten.
Nabu Xing finally understood that these monks were worthless useless people who came here to defraud money. Fortunately, he still treated them as treasures, but when he saw the fake monks passing him and running away one by one, he turned into a man himself.
He became the unlucky guy closest to the dead ghost, and he was crying and wailing: "Taoist Priest, Taoist Priest Hu, help me..."
He looked at Hu Chuan and Cao Erba eagerly, much like a stray dog praying for food. But at this moment, the dead ghost stretched out his hand again, and a huge suction force acted on his body, sucking him in completely.
Go backwards.
Bu Xing was so frightened that his urine flowed horizontally. He was in a state of extreme panic and was stunned.
Countless scenes flashed through my mind, and I finally asked myself, are I going to die?
The claws of the dead ghost in white clawed at his heart like lightning...
Bu Xing was already in despair.
But at this moment, a red light flashed in front of his eyes, and Hu Chuan took action.
A copper coin sword produced by Maimen flew towards the face of the dead ghost in white with a fierce wind.
"Well, monk—"
The dead ghost in white felt the power of the copper coin sword and did not dare to take a hard blow. He grabbed Bu Xing's body and blocked it forward. As a result, Bu Xing's manager was defeated. The copper coin sword penetrated under his ribs and came out from behind.
It was a heart-wrenching stab; but he was lucky, at least it wasn't a fatal injury, otherwise his heart would have been ripped out.
"Roar -" the dead ghost in white roared, and the copper coin sword passed through Bu Xing's body and stabbed him, causing his body to be filled with black energy.
This is the corpse energy that he has worked hard to cultivate. When it spreads out, it is equivalent to consumption.
"Taiyi kills Yuehua and kills all the evil spirits!"
Hu Chuan shouted loudly, and a Bagua square plate appeared in his hand. He threw it into the air, spinning around, and countless yellow rays of light shone on the dead ghost in white.
When the dead ghost in white was illuminated by the yellow light, he seemed to be in great pain. He opened his mouth and roared violently, shaking Bu Xing's body to the point of making a hunting noise. Then he flicked his hand and pushed Bu Xing's body toward the Bagua above his head.
The plate was thrown over: "Ho, I'm going to kill you!"
Hu Chuan's Bagua square plate was hit by Bu Xing's body and fell from the air.
But Bu Xing was also on the verge of death due to this turn of events.
"No!" Hu Chuan suddenly shouted, "Erba, run quickly, this guy is resurrecting a dead body, his body is a hundred-year-old zombie, but there is a complete soul inside, I will stop him."
"Ah? A hundred-year-old zombie?" Cao Erba was also stunned, "Doesn't it mean that it has become a bronze corpse?"
As time goes by, zombies become more powerful and are divided into various levels: living zombies, iron zombies, bronze zombies, silver zombies, gold zombies, and even higher up to become drought demons, zombie kings, and other more heaven-defying ones.
exist, and zombies with hundreds of years of accumulation are almost in the realm of bronze corpses.
Hu Chuan's face was solemn and he said: "Yes, the most important thing is that this zombie has been occupied by someone. If I guessed correctly, this guy is actually a ghost cultivator."
"Quack quack..."
The dead ghost in white laughed, precisely because he was occupying a zombie body, his tongue was rotten, and his vocal cords were almost gone, so his laughter was particularly shabby, like the voice of a night owl, "I didn't expect that a monk like you has some knowledge.
, knowing that this god is a ghost cultivator, as a reward, I will cook you well in a while, I have already smelled the delicious taste of your blood, quack quack..."
"Humph, stop talking nonsense. If my estimate is correct, you will not occupy this zombie for long, and your body is not flexible enough. I will take your life while you are sick. Just die!" Hu Chuan became serious and took out his hand.
A talisman was attached to his body to activate it. With a move of his hand, Bu Xing pulled out the copper coin sword inserted into his body and held it in his hand.
Soon, the two were fighting together.
However, the battle only lasted ten seconds when Hu Chuan was slapped on the left side of the face by the dead man in white, causing him to fly out.
Maimen is very good at dealing with ghosts, but this guy is a half-zombie, almost like a monk, with flexible thinking, and he has the advantages of a bronze corpse. Ordinary swords cannot hurt him, and he is extremely powerful.
"Uncle Master!"
Cao Erba was startled and ran over to help, but his cultivation level was lower than Hu Chuan's. He was beaten to the ground and rolled around in a few blows, and he was about to die under the zombie claws of the dead man in white.
"Heaven and earth are infinite, and the universe is borrowed from the law!"
"Master Patriarch, please come up!"
Hu Chuan wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, jumped up, and made seals with his hands. The three talismans around him burned automatically, illuminating his entire body with a layer of golden light.
Cao Erba rolled to the ground, with numerous wounds and claw marks all over his body. But when he heard Hu Chuan's loud shout, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. His uncle actually used this move.
Inviting the Patriarch to get on the body is the most powerful trick in the Mai sect, but it also has many disadvantages. People who do not have enough cultivation level to ask the Patriarch will have strong sequelae, ranging from serious injuries to death, and he knows that the uncle's cultivation level is not yet up to the level.
In that realm, this is to forcefully invite the Patriarch, and the consequences will be serious.