Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Ye Tianshi, it's over!" A cold voice rang in the ear.

Ye Shaoyang’s eyes were flustered, and I didn’t know which one to fight back. The eight figures looked at this appearance and accelerated the speed more unscrupulously.

When Ye Shaoyang was only one meter away, Ye Shaoyang’s mouth flashed a faint smile, and suddenly turned hard. He pulled a belt and countless copper beans scattered to the eight sides, playing on the eight figures.

With a bang, seven of the figures were immediately smashed, leaving only one figure, shaking the copper beans and continuing to fly towards themselves.

"Idiot." Ye Shaoyang stretched his right hand and touched the statue of Da Maojun from the shrine on the bedside table, blocking it in front of him. The left hand put a blank charm on the back of the idol, biting the tip of the tongue and squirting a blood on it. Stretched to the front, wiped a hand from the eyes of the gods, wiped the dust away, and quickly read in the mouth:

"The descendants of the disciples Ye Shaoyang, please call Zhenjun, Shenwei Xianling!"

At this moment, the white shadow, with a force of evil spirits, came to the front, and after a second, the eyes of the gods suddenly shook open, and a faint golden light was shot, hitting the white shadow. Together.

A strong wave of volatility broke out from the position where the golden light and the white shadow were connected. Ye Shaoyang was once again shaken out of the ground, crashed into the wall and fell down, and a stream of blood spurted out.

After landing, I couldn’t take care of myself. I quickly stood up and looked at my hand. The statue was intact and I took a shot. "Fortunately, my grandfather, you are fine, or I will be in trouble."

Looked up, countless dust landing, a white figure, standing in the doorway, not a person - but a white robe, floating in the air, the more transparent the lower, can not see the two legs.

The upper end of the robes is a hat attached to the clothes. Most of the white man's face is hidden under the hat, only a touch of red mouth is exposed, gently squatting down.

"Is it you?" Ye Shaoyang brows up and recognizes it. The guy opposite is the guy who met in the basement of the Chinese medicine store that night. At that time, he wiped out its illusion of ignorance. Today, it is definitely its Ontology!

"Ye Tianshi, how are you?" The white man said, the voice was much clearer than before, and it was a male voice that could not hear the age.

"You have lost all the way and tempted me to come over. It turned out that I wanted to use the power of the gods to break my scorpion technique. This trick lures the enemy deep, very good."

"Don't blow, can you die, break your scorpion surgery, minutely things, okay, but I didn't bring Longquan sword today, I am afraid that if you can't kill you, you will think of doing this."

Ye Shaoyang stared at the half face underneath his hat and said, "Although I know you won't say it, I still want to know who you are, wrong. You should say, what are you... things?"

The white man stretched out his slender fingers and pulled his hat down to reveal a pair of green hoes. "What do you want to see, is this like this?"

Ye Shaoyang stared at him and said: "This is not your true body."

The white man giggled, his hands clasped on both sides of his head, squeezing hard, squeezing the **** into a pile of powder, a bare head, growing out of his neck, a black-faced monster with a long horn on his head. "Or, is that the case?"

After stopping for a while, it inserted **** into the chin, grabbed the cheeks, and slowly tore it up. On the white face, there were no facial features, nothing was slick.

Ye Shaoyang shrugged. "You like to play face-changing, then play, it's fun, keep going."

The heart is utterly inconspicuous, the ghost can indeed change the form, but the opposite of this guy, every change, the body's breath also changes with the appearance: when it becomes green, it is filled with corpse and becomes a black-faced monster. At that time, the body is filled with demon, then become a no-face ghost, and there is a ghost on the body...

These are the real bodies of it? Or does it change every time it becomes its true body?

No matter what the possibility, this is terrible...

The white man covered the hat again, and immediately appeared a bright red mouth on his chin, and changed back to the previous appearance. The ghost immediately dissipated, lingering with a mysterious atmosphere.

It slowly opened its mouth and made a "giggle" laugh, saying: "You have a good eye, you can see through my true body, why not try? The mana is not enough, is secretly adjusting interest?"

Ye Shaoyang was speechless, but he was seen through. Just to stimulate the power of the gods, he almost exhausted his mana, and had to secretly adjust his interest. While he was in the fog, he tried to transfer its attention, but he did not expect to be seen through. Slightly smiled and said: "Don't just say me, just now, it's almost the same for you, or you will show me this face, you are recovering?"

"No, I am waiting for someone."

Ye Shaoyang was shocked and his heart immediately raised it: it was Hu Wei, this guy, has not appeared until now!

But after thinking about it, I calmed down and smiled and said to the white man: "You can't wait for him. If he comes, he will already shoot."

"You are right. I can't kill you today, I am sorry, I will find you again..." After that, the figure became ethereal.

Ye Shaoyang suddenly shot, his hands sealed, and all the mana of the recovery of the interest rate were all played out.

The white man raised his arm and waved his sleeves. A stagnation of breath rushed in and slammed Ye Shaoyang. Ye Shaoyang stepped back two steps and looked up. The figure of the white man became lighter and thinner, and disappeared from the air.

Outside the window, the dark clouds dissipated, and the sky was a little brighter.

It turned out to be the thing that changed the sky!

Ye Shaoyang felt the stagnation of the gradual dispersal, and thought to himself: What is this white man?

Thinking of this place is not suitable for a long time, Ye Shaoyang simply put the statue of Da Maojun into his backpack, came to the hall, first found the soul that he had lost on the ground, and found that the middle was empty, so he asked: "What about the little devil?"

"I ran away." Xie Yuqing replied.

Ye Shaoyang collected the souls and then picked up the big money and seals on the ground to let everyone out.

After experiencing such a thrilling scene, the village party secretary and his two nephews looked pale and sluggish, leaning against the wall.

Ye Shaoyang looked at it like this, shook his head and sighed: "Let you go, not stay here, this is going to go down, you have to help you settle the soul."

After that, take out a piece of ambergris from the bag, pick a little with your fingernails, smear it on the temples of the three people, and then draw a enchanted charm. After igniting, smoke the face of the three people for a while, although The mana in the body is empty, but there is still a mana for drawing simple words.