Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"What are you doing to kill it, are you killing it, you will be on the line!"

The pony wants to open his mouth and suddenly thinks that he can't talk. He closes his mouth and sees a wrinkle like a chrysanthemum wandering in front of himself. He only has to bury his eight generations in his heart. I dare not do it again.

Ye Shaoyang over there, because Sibao and others have attracted a lot of ghosts in the past, it is a lot easier, a slinger swaying and dancing, will use the gossip to use the gossip, and clean up all the ghosts without delay. , flew past the purple moon.

Ziyuejiao sighed, the robe faded, and a slender and beautiful body showed up, the skin was smooth and tender, far better than the average woman.

This behavior is really shocked by Ye Shaoyang.

This is to dry up, **** yourself?

Suddenly, Ziyue had a split skin, blood spilled, a beautiful body, instantly becoming bloody, and then from the position of the ribs, the meat fell.

"Ye Tianshi, you see, this is the passing of my sentence that day, hahaha..." The face of Ziyue changed, and a beautiful face appeared, it was herself.

But this face also split open instantly, lips and eyelids fell one after another, the gums and two eyeballs were particularly prominent and huge, and it looked particularly horrible and bloody.

This kind of horror is not a ghost image, but a living person, from beauty to monster... This huge change has a great psychological impact.

Ye Shaoyang couldn't help but sigh and sighed. He wanted to make a quick decision. He suddenly felt his calf tight and looked down. It was the blood of the purple moon that flowed to his feet. He extended a hand from the pool and hugged it. Your own legs.

Then there were countless figures, crawling out of the pool of blood, all of them were purple moons, and Ye Shaoyang instantly understood that these were all made from the meat that fell from her body.

Dealing with these close-range ghosts, the effect of the hook is not great, Ye Shaoyang put the hooks back into the belt, pull out the seven-star Longquan sword, all the way.

The meat of Ziyue continued to fall, and was carried by blood and water.

"One thousand and eight knives, giggles... Every knife is so painful that every knife is a me, Ye Tianshi, who am I who died, who I am for?"

Purple Moon cried, picked up his red robe from the ground, threw it out hard, turned it into a **** giant net, and flew against Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang immediately evaded, but it was a pair of hands grabbing his own feet from the pool of blood. He lowered his head and smashed the ghost hand. As soon as he looked up, the blood net had fallen.

"Bad!" Ye Shaoyang only spit out these two words, and the body was immediately covered by the blood network.

"Shaoyang!" Xie Yuqing and Zhou Jingru screamed together in a panic, could not help but ran towards the ghost road.

Lao Guo immediately stepped forward to stop the two. "Are you going to die? Believe in Shaoyang, there will be nothing!"

The two stood side by side, looking at the direction of the blood net, the tension is almost unable to stand, they did not doubt the strength of Ye Shaoyang, but the last time Ye Shaoyang almost died, they are full of worry when they think about it. And even the place is still the same...

I don't know when, the two people's hands are together, hold tightly.

After the blood network fell, immediately tightened, Ye Shaoyang felt a suffocation, and the ears continued to echo the strange smile of Ziyue. "Giggle, giggling..."

"Don't call my brother, I should call you aunt."

Ye Shaoyang read the "wind curse" and gasified the hurricane. The blood network was supported for a moment, and it seemed like a yurt.

In front of a darkness, Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to open the eyes of the sky and spy on it. I saw countless ghosts popping out of the blood in the ground. The skeleton of the purple moon was also sandwiched in the middle.

"Thank you clearly, destroy the soul!"

Ye Shaoyang's left hand is pinched into a law, and he exerts a force on the Qixing Longquan sword. The volley swings the sword and swings a **** road to directly take the soul of the purple moon.

A blood wall suddenly rose up and blocked the way. Ye Shaoyang cut the blood wall with a sword and was looking for the figure of Ziyue.

"Here is it." A voice came from behind the head. Ye Shaoyang suddenly turned back. A skeleton came out of the blood wall. Both hands held the blade and were immediately injured by the spiritual power. The bones were cracked.

Is this going to dry up and commit suicide?

Did not wait for Ye Shaoyang to understand, the blood wall suddenly contracted, turned into a blood man, can see the face of the purple moon hidden in the middle, leaning over the body of Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang instantly understood that this is to sacrifice the bones to trap himself. Unfortunately, the comprehension was a bit late, the arms were caught by the blood, and the ghosts were released, making it impossible for them to raise their anger.

"Ye Tianshi..." A shy resounding call came from the top of the head. Ye Shaoyang suddenly looked up, and a shadowless shadow floated down against himself. The long hair suddenly grew, climbed to his face, and reached into the eyes, ears, nose and nose, greed. It absorbs suffocation.

Bone phase, blood phase, soul phase, one magic three phases!

Ye Shaoyang’s heart is in awe, this is a very bad ghost!

"Not enough." A voice whispered in the ear, suddenly his legs were tight, and another personal folder rose in the middle.

Ye Shaoyang's eyes were pushed into the open by the ghosts. I don't want to see it. I saw that it was a body made up of pieces of minced meat. I had the image of the purple moon, and I posted it to myself.

Meat phase!

One magic four phases!

"Giggle, giggling..." The voice of Ziyue echoed in the ear, but Ye Shaoyang felt farther and farther away from himself...

"Not good!" Four treasures noticed the crisis of Ye Shaoyang, looked up, the yang in the golden plaque also absorbed almost, hurriedly recited the retreat, the right hand held the bottom, the mouth was external, the left hand rubbed the finger, at the bottom Constantly painted the French pattern, shouting "Broken!"

The yang converges the power of the Liuhedu robbery and turns it into hundreds of auras. It spreads out and blasts the enchantment of the ghost road in one fell swoop. It has accumulated 30 years of grievances, some of which have been swayed by the spirits, and some have been sent out. , volatilized in the air.

In the distance, Xie Yuqing and others only felt a cold wind blowing through the body, could not help but take a nap.

"The break is broken..." Lao Guo took a sigh of relief and looked at the ghost road:

There are countless ghosts, still ghosts, and scared their own objects. Some of them have been unable to support them. Some instincts turned around and ran out, and some screamed.

But everything is gone, Lao Guo gave the orange a look, entered the battle together, and dragged the guys who passed out.

"Fuck guys!" Four treasures screamed, holding gold plaques, facing a few ghosts in front of them, suddenly turned into light smoke, and then rushed toward the "yurt" arranged by the blood network.