Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

"Hell melts the ghost column!"

Ye Shaoyang suddenly felt his legs soft, and went to the front and looked at it carefully. Then he took a deep breath and said: "I thought that the **** of the ghost column was moved here. It turned out to be an imitation. This surface... It is mercury, it should be sealed with some kind of magic."

The four treasures came up and said: "Although it is a replica, it is also a terrible ghost. You see the red lines under the pillars, which are used to connect the bronze mirrors. I don't know Taoist spells, but Hu Wei and me. As said, these red lines can spread the power of the array to the pillars of the devil, providing a continuous stream of cultivation for these devils."

Ye Shaoyang frowned and said: "This is impossible. There is no spiritual medium, and the red line cannot transmit ghosts."

Sibao smiled and said: "I will show you the quality of the medium, don't be scared." Then go to the back of the melting ghost column.

Ye Shaoyang immediately followed the past and looked up. At the back of the ghost column was a huge lampstand, emitting a bronze light. On the lampstand, a black man was chained with a chain. Ye Shaoyang fixed his eyes and looked at it. He was shocked: This is a man, and the lower body is clearly a fishtail!

"Donghai swearing!" Ye Shaoyang screamed, but fortunately, the gods speak only the gods can hear, do not worry about waking up.

Ye Shaoyang once read in the classics, the East China Sea monks, is a very weird creature, living in the bottom of the East China Sea, the purest water quality, born is a demon, is also evil, there are evil monks, It will imitate the voice of human beings to attract past fools, eat raw flesh and blood for cultivation, and is often regarded as a sea monster by fishermen, but it also has a more famous name: mermaid.

In fact, the real "mermaid" is a monk who can cultivate a certain realm and can transform the human form. Most of the monks are still very ugly.

Ye Shaoyang has never seen a real monk. Now he is curious and looks at it. The monk is dark and skinny, but the tail of his lower body is extremely fat, covered with a layer of fine scales, a bit like the tail of a squid.

Look at its face again, it looks like a human being with a seven-point imagination, but the mouth is sharper, the teeth are sharp, but the biggest difference is that... there are several horizontal stripes on each of the two faces. Inside is a furry fishing rod that looks awkward.

The two hands of the monk were locked by two chains, hung on both sides of the lamp holder, and the body was suspended in the air. There was an oil lamp under the tail. The weak flame was three feet high from the monk. Look carefully. The tail of the monk was baked and drenched.

Just as Ye Shaoyang looked sideways, the monk suddenly made a noise, and his body shook, and a drop of oil fell from the tip of the tail.

"It is still alive!" Ye Shaoyang was shocked.

"Of course, alive," said Sibao, referring to the oil lamp under the squatter. The oil on the scorpion was just in the lamp. Ye Shaoyang saw the lamp full of oil, a drop of red oil, along the traction lamp. A black rope of the disk flows to the bottom of the melting ghost column, and then looks down, only to find that there is a circle of grooves at the bottom of the melting ghost column, which also contains a layer of red oil, and the wire ends of those red lines are in the groove. At the bottom, the oil shines on the top.

Ye Shaoyang suddenly understood everything. Before returning to the lampstand, he looked at the black cord that connected the lamp holder and the melting ghost column. He was the **** of the gods and could not touch the perception. So he asked the four treasures: "Is this a gluten?"

Four treasures nodded: "It's a glutinous gluten, a psychic treasure, and a priceless city. Now you know where Hu Wei's money is used?"

"The fire is roasting, the oil is burned in three moments, the scorpion is fed with the yellow essence, and a drop of oil can be produced in three moments. This way, although the scorpion is suffering from roasting, it will not die, and the amount of oil in the body will not decrease. Can get a steady stream of oyster sauce."

Ye Shaoyang took a deep breath and then said: "After the lamp oil is full, it is transferred to the melting ghost column with the ribs, and then transmitted to the red line, which is connected with the gossip. And the oyster sauce is the spiritual medium of yin and yang. It can make the ghouls and the perfect integration with the array..."

Sibao smiled and shrugged, meaning that.

Ye Shaoyang looked around and sighed: "I really admire Hu Wei now. This guy is a pervert, a beast, a bastard. He has not reached the top in the Daofa, but in the aspect of Qimen, he does not say in the Daomen. First, the top three are absolutely no problem!

The key is that this product is too persevering, blood soul wall, corpse river, melting ghost column, living scorpion lamp... How much energy and time it takes to collect and arrange all this ! ”

Sibaodao: "I don't know. When I met him, all this has been laid out. The key is that he has the motivation to do all this. After all, as long as the white man returns to his position and rushes out of the seal, he can give him chaos. The power, not to be immortal, not to go to hell, for a wizard of evil, this is the most attractive thing under the sun."

"The power of chaos..." Ye Shaoyang muttered again and again, suddenly thinking that Qingyunzi gave himself the slang, twice mentioned the word "chaos", the chaos here, and the chaos of the white man Is there any connection?

Ye Shaoyang has a feeling that he seems to have found the key to the problem.

"Let's go, time is running out, and the formation is almost the same. I will take you to see the Lord." After the four treasures finished, they got into a ramp.

Ye Shaoyang glanced at the stunned monk and said in his heart: "Tomorrow, if there is a chance, I will save you."

Turning to catch up with the four treasures, wondering: "We are now the gods, you can completely pass through these cement walls, why do you have to go honestly, and do more."

The four treasures were hard-faced and said: "It can be, but if it is not, I don't know the road, and I can't even understand the direction."

Between the rumors, I finally came to the straight passage, and went to the head in one breath. There was a large open space, but it was very empty. There was a well in the middle, and there was a white cockroach in the well.

“Where is the white man here?” Ye Shaoyang thought that he would see a lot of grand scenes, and the result was just a well with a diameter of less than two meters.

"That's it," said Sibao nod. "There is a strong enchantment force at the wellhead, which can hardly be approached. We are the gods, so we are not affected."

Sibao said that he walked toward the well, and Ye Shaoyang followed closely through the smog and looked at the wellhead. The wellhead was octagonal, with a circle of finger-thick ditch next to it, with some golden liquid flowing inside. The so-called gold, this is really gold!

Ye Shaoyang frowned and said: "Why doesn't this golden water freeze?"