Maoshan ghost hunter

"As long as it is strong enough, this kind of thing will not happen." Liang Daosheng said lightly.

Ye Shaoyang thought to himself, this guy is not inferior to him in terms of self-confidence.

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With a smile on his face, he looked at Ye Shaoyang flatly, and there was no hypocrisy in his eyes.

Ye Shaoyang's heart was full of turmoil. At the very beginning, he heard that he had "Nine Yins, Shu Guan Zhongba, Huan, Ying, Di, Mu, Zong, Xi, and Huan". Chang'ao's sympathy    waving type of exhaustion  locust forgive ⒁ far away from poverty

Ye Shaoyang is a person who doesn't stick to etiquette, and it's hard to say what's wrong with this kind of reasoning.

At this time, Rui Lengyu and the Four Treasures joined forces to attack, although they couldn't be killed. Dumplings say that men make trouble in the school.

Ye Shaoyang lowered his head for a moment, then raised his head, stared at Liang Daosheng, and said, "Forcing dozens of people to death, breaking Lin You's legs, forcing her to commit suicide, and killing Ziyue by a thousand swords, is it good?"

Liang Daosheng sighed, and said: "Their deaths are wronged, but their deaths are worthwhile for the peace of this place."

"Fart!" Ye Shaoyang drank, "Is it up to you to judge whether it is worth it? What right do you have to arrange life and death for others? Sacrifice is indeed great, but what right do you have to force them to choose? You are so great, why don't you sacrifice?" yourself?"

Liang Daosheng smiled wryly and said: "I planted this murder, and after I die, I will surely fall into the blood-stained pool. A good mage will not use the excuse of eliminating demons and defending the way to break the seal and release the corpse king."

After a pause, he suddenly asked back: "If it was you, Tianshi Ye, who found that the corpse king could not be sealed and could only be suppressed with such magic, I would like to hear, what would you do?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at him, and said word by word: "It's all about sacrificing one's life. No one has the right to arrange the life and death of others, not even God."

Liang Daosheng asked in surprise, "As a celestial master, don't you believe in heaven?"

"I only believe that if the sky is not benevolent, I will be martyred against the sky."

Hearing this, the Four Treasures shouted with joy, and shouted: "Where the Tao is, even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go there. If the sky does not allow the direction of the Tao, I will kill the gods against the sky!"

Ye Shaoyang smiled lightly, although the words Sibao yelled were a bit pretentious, but in fact, that's the reason.

Liang Daosheng was moved on the spot, stared at Ye Shaoyang for a long time, nodded slowly and said: "I look down on you, but you are too hostile, and the sky is changing, I am afraid you will not end well."

Ye Shaoyang shrugged, "Da Yan's Dao is fifty, one of which is not used, and the changes are endless. The fate of a person depends on himself, not on heaven."

"Okay, okay, okay." Liang Daosheng said three good words, raised his eyes and asked: "You must break the formation, right?"

"Letting a ghost guard there is a ticking time bomb. No matter how pathetic she was before she was alive, she is still a ghost now. She killed the mage who tried to break through the formation many times, which is a proof that her anger is out of control. I will rescue her first, and then kill her." Corpse King, do not suffer any future troubles."

7Chapter 17 Thousand Ghosts Eat Soul Heart

Liang Daosheng nodded, raised his staff, and waved it lightly. Jiu Lianhuan let out a chilling moan, and his voice became cold: "Since you and I have different Taoism, I must kill you to prove the Tao."

Ye Shaoyang clasped his fists and bowed to the ground without saying anything.

He believed that Liang Daosheng understood that his bow was to respect his perseverance, even though he took an extreme path.

Liang Daosheng waved his Zen staff with both hands, and the ring ring made a loud noise for a while, and the wind blew up everywhere.

Ye Shaoyang took a step forward, habitually raised the sword, and realized that his hand was empty. Then he realized that he had put on a bit too much, and turned around and shouted: "I said, where is the sword?"

No one answered in Guandi Temple, Ye Shaoyang cursed secretly, and said to Liang Daosheng: "Wait for me a while, I'll go in."

Regardless of whether he answered or not, he turned around and ran into the Guandi Temple. Looking up, Lin Xiaoxian was unconscious under the statue.The red light of Guandi God's statue loomed, releasing a majestic and upright air, and even Ye Shaoyang felt a strong oppression.

No way, Guan Gong has appeared?

Without thinking too much, Ye Shaoyang rushed up, clasped his fists at the statue, and said, "Second Lord, I will lend you the treasured sword once and use it, and I will return it to you when I come back."

After speaking, he grasped the handle of the knife with both hands, and immediately felt his hands sinking, and a powerful breath poured into his body, he hurriedly collected himself, pulled hard, and held it in his hands, suddenly felt his hands sinking, and almost let go.

Taking a closer look, it turns out that this knife is not made of clay, it glows blue under the cold light of the fluorescent stick, but it is made of bronze!

"Which one is so real, and gave the second master such a cool knife." Ye Shaoyang muttered. Fortunately, he practiced physical arts since he was a child, and his strength is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Temple gate, shouted: "Okay, you can fight!"

Before he finished speaking, Ye Shaoyang was stunned by the scene in front of him:

I saw the sky was dark, and countless ghosts floated from the opposite side, all of them showed their real bodies in different shapes, some had no flesh on their faces and were covered with maggots, some had their abdomens ripped open and their intestines entangled, It looks like one is more miserable than the other, but all the ghosts are surrounded by green light, at least they are wraiths.

Behind the group of ghosts, the bell rang loudly, and these ghosts also followed the rhythm of the bell, floating slowly.

Apparently, Liang Daosheng was shaking the evil spirit staff, controlling the actions of these ghosts through some kind of magical witchcraft.

"Tianshi Ye!" Liang Daosheng's slightly tired voice floated in the y wind, "I have released all the evil spirits sealed in the staff and formed a 'thousand ghosts and soul-eating formation'. You and I live and die only in It's been a while."

When Ye Shaoyang heard this, it was in line with his own wishes: Qinglong Yanyue Saber was too heavy, and he couldn't last long while carrying it. It's best to live and die for a while, and the strength of the two is close, so there is no point in fighting for several rounds.

It's just... Although I have never heard the name of this formation, since Liang Daosheng dared to use this formation to gamble his life and death, he obviously had a plan in mind, so he didn't dare to take it lightly, bit the tip of his tongue, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the blade.

Back then, Guan Gong used this saber to kill six generals and kill countless enemies. Although it was only an imitation in the temple, it received incense every day and carried the aura of the emperor.

After being so excited by the blood of the celestial master, the blade of the blade was radiant, releasing a proud and murderous aura.

A surge of arrogance in Ye Shaoyang's heart was also aroused. He held the knife in both hands and rushed towards the group of ghosts. When he met the first one, he slashed his head. Under the sword, the ghost turned into green smoke on the spot.

Fuck, Guan Erye's stuff really works!

Ye Shaoyang's confidence was greatly shaken, he held a big knife in his hand, beheaded a few ghosts blocking the way, and rushed into the formation.

"The autumn wind can't afford to kill, evil ghosts run rampant, once a thunderstorm strikes, a hundred ghosts will devour souls!"

Liang Daosheng practiced Nanyang witchcraft, but in the final analysis it originated in Miaojiang. Although he is a Thai, he often visited Miaojiang in his early years, learning authentic black witchcraft, and then lived in Taiwan for many years. His words and deeds have already changed. It is completely Sinicized, and even the formation spells are in plain Chinese.

If it wasn't for the tense situation, Ye Shaoyang really wanted to ask him whether he created the formation and spells himself or where he learned them from.

In my ears, I heard the bell ringing more and more quickly, and the ghosts that seemed chaotic suddenly became orderly, swaying back and forth according to some magical rules.

Whenever Ye Shaoyang raises his knife and rushes over, the ghosts in other directions come to rescue immediately, and the speed is extremely fast. When he turns around to fight back, these ghosts are swaying back and forth again, three layers inside and three layers outside, in opposite directions, coming and going Stop, look dazzled,

After a few rounds, Ye Shaoyang was exhausted without killing a few ghosts. Just as he was about to take a breath, the ghosts that seemed to be drifting away suddenly rushed towards them and spun upwards. Come madly.

Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to spin around on the spot, with the blade pointing outwards, swung it around for a circle, using the spiritual power of the big knife and his own stellar energy to fight against the ghost energy, the blood in his body was tumbling, and he almost failed to stand still.

Damn it, what kind of formation is this, so mysterious?

Little did he know that at the time he was surprised, Liang Daosheng, who was hiding among the ghosts, was also extremely astonished: Ye Shaoyang used his own strength to fight against the ghosts, but he was not injured. Although he had a magical weapon, his powerful strength was still There is no doubt about it.

"As expected of a celestial master..." Liang Daosheng murmured to himself, pressing his hands to the ground, drawing strange figures continuously, vomiting blood from his mouth, which flowed into the soil, inspiring some kind of black magic.

Almost in the next second, Ye Shaoyang felt his legs tighten, and when he looked down, a puddle of blood appeared on the ground under his feet at some point, and a pair of bloody hands protruded from it, hugging his feet.

Ye Shaoyang hastily brandished his long knife and chopped off a pair of ghost hands at the wrists. Before he could rest for a moment, the pool of blood under his feet slowly spread, and countless bloody hands came out from below, scratching in the air, and some bloody heads stick out.

There is no hair on the face, and there is no skin, all the muscles are twisted, the eyes are bursting open, and the red and white pus and blood are left on the face. It looks extremely disgusting, like a **** ghost whose skin has been peeled.

One by one roared and howled, but they couldn't get out, they just kept waving their arms, pus and blood flew, and showed Ye Shaoyang a miserable state.