The bell at the entrance of the mountain temple rang suddenly, which shocked Mu Yi's body. His hand holding the ax tightened, and he could even feel that his palms were cold and he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
The bell only rang once and then stopped, making Mu Yi wonder if it was the wind.
Just when he was about to get up and take a look, a huge object smashed in from the outside and fell heavily to the ground.
Mu Yi took a closer look and saw that the thing was the statue he had finally dragged out during the day, but he didn't expect that it would become a stepping stone to his death.
It's just that it was too late to regret it at this time, because a black shadow followed closely behind and entered the hall.
Without thinking, Mu Yi pulled the first mechanism that had been prepared for him.
"Crack!"
On the other side of the temple entrance, there was a sudden sound, like something colliding together. It was a bit harsh in the silent night, and it also immediately attracted the attention of the black shadow.
As the sound of collision came, a spark flashed, and then with a roar, a dazzling flame rose from the basin.
Then a fire snake spread quickly in the hall. Every time the fire snake passed a turn, a thick candle would be lit.
While the black shadow was distracted by the brazier, Mu Yi jumped out of the shadow with an ax and slashed hard at the black shadow.
"puff!"
The ax sank directly into Heiying's shoulder. In fact, Mu Yi originally struck at the head, but he didn't expect Heiying's head to tilt at the critical moment.
When the ax fell, it didn't feel like it was cutting into a human body. It felt like it was cutting into a piece of wood.
The black shadow waved his hand back, and Mu Yi felt a huge force coming from him. The handle of the ax broke immediately, and he staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.
At this time, although the fire snake had only half lit the candle, it was enough to illuminate the hall.
"Old man?"
Although he had already guessed, when Mu Yi saw Heiying's face clearly, he still couldn't help but lost his voice in shock.
At this moment, the old Taoist's face showed a metallic black color, his eyes were only white, his mouth became much larger, his teeth were exposed, and he looked a bit ferocious.
The ax hit him on the shoulder before, but no blood flowed out.
"evil Dead?"
This was Mu Yi's first reaction after seeing Lao Dao. He had heard Lao Dao mention it before, but he only heard it as a story, and he never believed in any corpse transformation or zombies.
But everything in front of him told Mu Yi that those stories were true.
However, according to what the veteran said, the conditions for the formation of corpse transformation are extremely harsh. First, one must hold a breath of resentment, and then one needs to be buried in a place of extreme darkness, and it will take at least one or two months for the corpse transformation to occur.
And just after the corpse transformation, he will not be too powerful, at most, he will be stronger than ordinary people.
But now, Lao Dao is ridiculously strong. He even remembers that Lao Dao died with a smile on his face, so how could he harbor resentment?
But it's useless to talk about it now. From the emotionless eyes of the old Taoist, Mu Yi knew that the old Taoist was no longer the old Taoist he once was.
He quickly retreated to the center of the hall. After a short time, the fire snake finally burned out and all the candles were lit.
The 'Old Taoist' turned his attention to Mu Yi again, and when he saw Mu Yi trying to escape, he immediately chased after him.
Mu Yi immediately jumped back and pulled the rope above his head.
With a snap, the black cloth covering the mirror was lifted, and seven beams of light converged together, falling right on the 'Lao Dao' body.
"roar!"
The 'Old Taoist' trembled suddenly, a burst of black smoke suddenly appeared from his body, and he roared.
At this time, Mu Yi suddenly took out a bottle and hit the 'Old Taoist' hard.
The bottle broke in response, and the spiked black dog blood spilled out.
"Chichi!"
The black dog's blood did not disappoint Mu Yi, but it only caused some trouble for the 'old Taoist'.
Immediately afterwards, Mu Yi took out the evil-dispelling talisman and demon-killing talisman that he had prepared from his pockets on both sides. He muttered something in his mouth and threw it towards the 'old Taoist'.
But this time, his method didn't work. The two light talismans flew half a meter away and then staggered to the ground.
The old Taoist had also escaped from the spotlight of the bronze mirror and continued to kill him.
Mu Yi panicked. No matter how calm he had been before, he could not change the fact that he was only fourteen years old. It was already very good to be able to reach this point.
This is because he is very familiar with the old Taoist. Even if the 'old Taoist' has turned into a corpse, he is more shocked than scared.
In the panic, Mu Yi did not forget the peach wood sword at his waist. He grabbed the peach wood sword almost instinctively and stabbed towards the 'Old Taoist'.
The 'Old Taoist' didn't dodge, and Mu Yi stabbed him right in the face.
The mahogany sword he bought at a huge price did not disappoint Mu Yi after all. The one-foot-long mahogany sword penetrated halfway in, and the old Taoist's movements immediately became stiff, allowing Mu Yi to escape the disaster.
Mu Yi did not retreat anymore, because the means he had prepared were almost exhausted, and there was no way to retreat anymore. Instead, it was better to fight to the death.
He frantically took out the talismans from his pocket and stuck them all on the 'Old Taoist' body.
But these carefully prepared talismans had no effect, and were not even as effective as the black dog blood vessels just now.
Although the movements of the 'Old Taoist' were slow, Mu Yi had forgotten to dodge and allowed the 'Old Taoist's' hands with sharp nails to dig towards his heart.
Just when Mu Yi thought he was certain to die, a faint white light suddenly erupted from his chest, followed by pain, and then his body flew out and hit a pillar behind him heavily.
The last picture Mu Yi saw was 'Old Dao' standing there, with his right hand still extending. He even faintly saw a hint of color in Lao Dao's eyes.
Then Mu Yi fell into coma again.
The next day, Mu Yi woke up scratching his head. There was only a mess left in the hall. The 'Old Taoist' had disappeared, but he was not dead.
After being knocked unconscious twice in a row, Mu Yi didn't know whether the 'old Taoist' let him go on purpose or for other reasons.
As for what happened after he fell into coma, he had no idea.
However, after waking up, Mu Yi immediately went to the back of the temple. Lao Dao's grave was completely opened, and the coffin in the pit was opened. There was no one inside, only the head of a god that had disappeared before.
Mu Yi stood by the pit and his face was filled with uncertainty. Finally, he gritted his teeth and jumped into the coffin and picked up the head of the statue.
The head of the statue was very light, so Mu Yi opened it with a little force. The hard wood seemed to be weathered.
According to his observation, the previous statue was carved entirely from a piece of large material and was very heavy. Moreover, he had seen it before when he dragged the statue out of the hall. There was not even a trace of insect infestation or rot, not to mention that it was so weathered.
serious.
Since he couldn't figure it out, Mu Yi ignored it. After throwing away the head of the statue, he slowly squatted down and tapped the bottom of the coffin with his fingers.
"Bang Bang!" "Bang Bang!" "..." "Dong Dong?" (To be continued)