Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

With more and more blood, the outermost circle of glutinous rice has been burned and infiltrated into it.

The pony looked up at Ye Shaoyang, who was not far from the front, and shouted: "Think of a way, what are you doing at that stupid!"

The voice just fell, suddenly "squeaking", a sudden burst of a hand in the nearby blood pool, grabbed the pony's hair, and smashed into the blood.

"boom!"

The soul is soaring, the tip hits the two hands and smashes it. The little pony stunned his head and went back to the middle of the "protection circle". He looked up and looked at Ye Shaoyang.

"I am stupid to do this," Ye Shaoyang gave him a look. At this time, another hand stretched out from the pool of blood, trying to catch the pony, and was smashed by Ye Shaoyang with a whip. Ask the pony: "With a cinnabar gun Did you?"

The pony stunned and nodded.

Ye Shaoyang threw a jujube wooden sword to him again. "Get out of it quickly, use a gun far away, use this near."

The pony took over and said: "You can't do it, what are you doing for me?"

"The thief smashed the king, I went to get the blood corpse, just gave you a demonstration, and then there is a **** hand, you will lick it." After that, regardless of the pony promised not to agree, turned and walked out of the glutinous rice circle, Throw a painted water purifier into a pool of blood.

The paper is not sinking, the runes of the cinnabar paintings light up, and Ye Shaoyang stepped on his feet, read the spells, and pedaled the spirits.

The blood-stained blood corpse saw him close, and immediately stopped twisting his body, making a strange sound in his throat, his hands constantly slamming the blood in front of him.

It is obviously a layer of blood that spreads on the ground. At this time, it seems to be like the rivers and seas. It is like a raging wave, and it is rushing toward Ye Shaoyang. Ye Shaoyang takes out the seven-star Longquan sword and the thumb is on the dragon spar embedded in the hilt. One press, a purple light crossed, smashed the huge waves, slipped through the middle.

Countless **** hands, sticking out from the pool of blood, trying to catch Ye Shaoyang's feet. Ye Shaoyang held the sword with one hand, and the other hand touched out a piece of copper coins. One by one hit the past, and the blood hand was crushed. In the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the fish scales and raised the seven-star Longquan sword and smashed the past.

The blood of the fish scales is not retreating, the arms are shocked, and a huge blood man jumps from the blood pool between the two, with a terrible evil spirit, rushing to Ye Shaoyang.

Ye Shaoyang smiled lightly, scratched the middle finger, and clicked on the hilt. For a time, the purple light was released, and the sword front passed directly from the middle of the blood, and fell to the top of the fish scale.

At this time, outside the street, standing in the white population around Hu Wei, snorted, trembled, a white light, flew out of him, and got into the door of the Chinese medicine shop. The next second, a white ghost, suddenly appeared in front of the body of the fish scales, raised his hands, and survived the sword front of the Seven Star Longquan sword.

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and looked at it. In front of him was a translucent white figure. It was a human being. It was better to say that it was a robes with a one-piece cap. Inside was a group of white steam, two thin and long eyes. Two white lights were shot in the white steam. Further down, the body is more and more transparent, only to see a white robe wrapped around the body, can not see the legs.

From its body, it exudes a strong evil spirit.

"Idiot, still not running!" This white shadow sent out a ethereal boy, the **** corpse immediately turned around and ran, climbed the ceiling, and fled in the direction of the stairs.

The white evil spirits held the seven-star Longquan sword with both hands and said with a scornful tone: "Ye Tianshi, but this is the case, see you next time."

"Just this time, come, don't leave." Ye Shaoyang suddenly loosened the hilt, pulled out the wrecked nails, held them in both hands, and pierced into the white robes, while reading the evil spirits, while going up and down When you swipe, every white stroke, the body of the white evil spirit has a crack.

Ye Shaoyang shouted at the same time and said, "Stop the **** body!"

Pony glimpse, knowing this is to say to yourself, turn around and look at it, the fish scale blood corpse has already ran to the stairway position, is about to climb up, in a hurry, suddenly remembered to start before, put the cinnabar gun Brought it, immediately relieved from the waist, hit the fish scales with a shot, hit the back of his body, the body swayed, the speed slowed down.

The hit of this gun gave the pony an encouragement and immediately shot another shot.

Over there, Ye Shaoyang has used the smashing nail to break down the body of the white evil spirit, leaving only one head, and the white evil spirit screamed, grabbing the white cap with one hand, pulling back, and there was a good one. The woman's face, giggling, rubbing her hands with her hands and tearing them to the sides.

In the midst of blood spurting, the mouth was torn open to the size of a basketball. Among them was a dark squat, a powerful evil spread out, paused, shrank toward the center of the black hole, and gathered a circle of evil. A whirlpool, as its body continually twists, the vortex's suction is getting stronger and stronger, and Ye Shaoyang is not guarded, and his head is sucked in.

Immediately, there was a burst of ghosts crying in the ear, straight into the consciousness.

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and hurriedly bite the tip of his tongue. He read the broken blood curse and opened his mouth to spit it out. At the same time, his hands left outside the black hole were constantly printed and shot from both sides to the head of the evil spirit.

A sigh, the body of the evil spirit swayed, and the power of the whirlpool paused. Ye Shaoyang hurriedly pulled out his head, and squirted a sharp blood on the face of the evil spirit, and found the cinnabar pen, which was written on the face of the evil spirit. A "爻" word, the spell was read, shouting "broken!"

On the strokes of the word "爻", the golden light flashed and became eight sharp edges. It was cut from the head of the evil spirit and cut into countless pieces.

There were three gunshots behind him, and the pony hurriedly said: "The little leaves are coming, there are no bullets."

Ye Shaoyang turned and looked, the **** corpse on the back of the scorpion was mottled by the cinnabar, and the limbs landed on the ground and climbed up the stairs.

Ye Shaoyang took out a handful of five emperors, volleyed on the body of the fish scales, and knocked it down from the stairs. He stepped forward and did not wait for the fish scales to get up. He rolled on the ground and rode on the back of the fish scales. The soul of the soul entangled its neck, pulled back hard, and the other hand touched the nail, and screamed: "The world is endless, and the Qiankun borrows the law!"

Destroy the nails and force them into the celestial body of the fish scales, and insert them into the end.

The black blood spurted out, and the blood of the scales was dying for a while, the squeaking sound in the throat, spit out a black corpse, and the body slowly softened.

Outside, on the street, the white man ugly breathed a sigh of relief, said coldly: "A good slave is dead!"