Yang Qiao hugged his arms, his forehead and back were covered with cold sweat.

Ma Xiaoling thought that the wound caused by the head lowering technique was in pain, and said with some unease: "The wound is very painful?

"No...... Yes, I'll put up with it...... All right. Yang Qiao almost said this passage from between his teeth, saying that the whole person collapsed, and he wanted to pass out again.

This feeling is not the pain of the wound, but the ...... Zhang Dingbian's curse has attacked!

Before this, Yang Qiao had never experienced this kind of pain, because the thoughts passed on to him by his teacher Lu Weijiu had the effect of indirectly suppressing the curse, so Yang Qiao had always been relatively calm.

After he was cursed, he was much better off than Ma Xiaoling and the others, and he didn't have such a deep understanding of the horror of the curse.

But this time was different, because of the use of the nine-character mantra, all the vitality in the body was exhausted, and there was no power in the body that could suppress this cursed chrome seal, and Yang Qiao now finally realized its power.

It was as if there was an invisible steel frustration from the cursed chrome mark, frantically drilling into the body, a gloomy dead breath, along the blood, little by little soaked into the internal organs, soaked into the bone marrow.

He didn't scream out now, he was already strong-willed.

It's really unlucky, the leaky house happened to rain for days, and I didn't expect the curse to occur at this moment. Now don't talk about fighting against that Nanyang wizard, I'm afraid that any one of Liu Jing's bodyguards can play himself to death.

Thinking of this, Yang Qiao couldn't help but stare at Ma Xiaoling with a "resentful" gaze, if she hadn't carelessly crushed the antidote in the ancient tomb, why would she suffer like this now.

However, the other party was also unintentional and unaware, Yang Qiao could only scream and endure the pain in his heart, blaming himself for his bad luck.

Ma Xiaoling was inexplicably puzzled by his miserable and painful eyes, and thought: The injuries on your body were not caused by me, why are you looking at me with such bitter and hateful eyes?

Yoko Ueshiba didn't understand Yang Qiao's pain at this time, and maintained the rigor and efficiency of the Japanese, roasting a few fist-sized wild potatoes and giving them to Ma Xiaoling and Yang Qiao respectively.

"Let's divide it, these things. Hmm, Yang, aren't you eating?"

Yang Qiao reluctantly shook his head, the feeling of curse entering his body made him want to roll on the ground and scream, how could he still have the energy to take care of food now, he couldn't wait to cut off his entire arm.

What about teachers?

Why don't I see Teacher Lu Weijiu, what should I do?

The sweat of soybeans on Yang Qiao's forehead rolled down, panting, and he felt like he was on fire.

Scalding, burning, tingling, severe pain.

The curse was spreading, from his arms, all the way to the blood, to the fascia bone marrow, and the internal organs, and his eyes were slowly becoming more dark and dead.

If you can't find a way to suppress it in time, it is very likely that this curse will break out and kill you!

Try to suppress with ideas!

Yang Qiao suddenly blessed his soul, endured the pain that broke people's spirits, sat down cross-legged, and then made a handprint on his chest with trembling hands. 、

Moving like this would have been a simple task, but now it was almost exhausting. The wounds on the shoulders and legs were torn open again by muscle spasms and hard movements, and blood seeped out from underneath.

"Xiaoling, he ......" Yoko Ueshiba realized that Yang Qiao was wrong, and asked Ma Xiaoling in surprise.

"He seems to be cultivating, don't interrupt him. Ma Xiaoling was also a little worried when she saw Yang Qiao's state, but thinking about Yang Qiao's amazing performance during the day, she still had a lot of confidence in Yang Qiao.

Most of the injuries on his body don't matter, as long as he recovers with his secret technique cultivation, he will be fine.

Ma Xiaoling's idea overestimated Yang Qiao too much, and he also ignored the power of the curse, but at this time, not stepping forward to disturb Yang Qiao was already the greatest gift from God to him.

The curse is like a maggot attached to the bones, and like a vine, it continues to spread in the body, and if it is delayed for a while, the yin and evil will die into the bones, even if Lu Weijiu is resurrected, I am afraid that there is no way to think about it.

Yang Qiao gasped violently, forcibly inhaled nine times with abdominal breathing, and raised his head slightly to the sky.

There was a moon in the sky, a bright moon hung high like a silver plate, and the cold power slowly established an invisible connection with him with Yang Qiao's visualization.

The moonlight was like water, passing down the void to him. The body with dry vitality is like a withered tree, greedily absorbing the energy of the moonlight.

But his body was too weak at the moment, so weak that it was almost impossible to successfully channel the moonlight energy into the eyebrow. It took a few hiatus to get to where it was.

Just as Yang Qiao wanted to use this power to nourish his body's injuries and fight against the cursed power that raged in his body, a sudden change occurred.

In the air, the sobbing of babies can be faintly heard.

In the empty silence of the woods, the cry grew clearer and closer, like a weeping and sobbing baby crawling behind him.

Tsavong's Kuman Thong is here!

……

By the bonfire, Liu Jing and a group of bodyguards looked at Cha Wang with awe, watching him form all kinds of strange fingers with his hands in front of the firelight, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Legend has it that the Nanyang witchcraft originated from the Chinese Miao Frontier, and the blue is better than the blue, just looking at the Gu Man Tong released by Chawang just now is really numb.

Fortunately, such Inhumans are not enemies.

Kuman Tong, is the legend of Nanyang to raise a little ghost, many people go to Nanyang to play, do not know the truth will bring back the Thai Buddha card protection, but I don't know that these Buddha cards are likely to be made of some dead people's hair and bones, which are with the aura of the Gu Man Tong, that is, the legendary ghost baby.

Offending Tsavong means that death is not far away.

……

Ma Xiaoling and Yoko Ueshiba tensed up, and they looked around in a vigilant posture.

The next moment, they almost saw at the same time that the flames in the bonfire had turned a miserable green at some point, and from behind Yang Qiao, a green ghost fire rose from the beginning, as if a hell gate had been opened.

There were hands, and a pair of chubby little hands touched Yang Qiao's body from behind.

With the appearance of these hands, a baby head with a huge head also appeared behind Yang Qiao's back at the same time.

He, or should have used it, had a chalky body, like a pile of miserable white bones.

This is...... Ghost?

Yoko Ueshiba's eyes widened, and she lost her mind for a moment. Although the Zhizhi clan is an ancient family that has been passed down for a long time, and because of the belief in Yin and Yang Dao, the family has seen some methods of gods and officials to make ghosts and gods, but it is the first time I have seen such a weird and gloomy ghost.

Ma Xiaoling's hand unconsciously clenched the red short sword, his face was tense, and his mood was very nervous.

During the day, she was hit by Chawang's poisonous insect technique, although there is no big problem now, but after all, she was injured a little, and now her strength can play half of it, and to deal with this strange and inexplicable imp, even if she is not injured, she has no confidence to be able to get rid of it.

What's more, it is still appearing behind Yang Qiao now.

What to do?

The tip of Ma Xiaoling's nose was sweating, his breathing was slightly short, and sweat oozed from the palm of his sword for the first time. She didn't know how she was going to draw her sword, and she didn't know how this little ghost would attack Yang Qiao next.

Her heart was filled with a feeling of helplessness, no wonder Master Lingxi had to break into the tomb of Patriarch Zhang Dingbian at any cost, after losing those ancient inheritances, it was too difficult for the Sword Sect to deal with these demons.

If Gu Qingmei and the others were here, the people of the Heart Sect must have a way, but ...... They haven't shown up yet, what's going on?

The most bitter thing is Yang Qiao, the hairs on his back are about to stand upside down at this time: What the hell?

An eerie malice struck from behind, causing his original attempt to suppress the cursed chrome seal to be in vain, and he let it out in one go.

Yang Qiao didn't know that what he was encountering now was really a "ghost", an evil method from Nanyang, Gu Man Tong.

The little white hand climbed up from his shoulder and touched the Adam's apple.

Seeing this scene, Yoko Ueshiba's pupils dilated, and her body instinctively put on a vigilant posture, but she didn't think about what to do, after all, she majored in martial arts, and retreating from the spirit was not her strong point.

And Ma Xiaoling's body squatted slightly, and he was already about to rush up and draw his sword against the ghost spirit.

The only thing to worry about is that the ghost spirit and Yang Qiao are too close, what should I do after rushing up?

The little ghost's hand, although it had no substance, had a cold and evil aura, and it wrapped around Yang Qiao's neck little by little.

The five pale fingers, like five bone cords, slowly tightened.

Yang Qiao is experiencing the biggest crisis in his life.

The cursed chrome seal may not kill him immediately, but Kuman Tong's ghost claws will really suffocate him.

From the sight of Ma Xiaoling and Yoko Ueshiba, it can be clearly seen that a blue-black paw print appeared on Yang Qiao's neck, which penetrated into the flesh little by little, as if it was engraved with chrome.

Boom!

Boom!!

The sound of a violent heartbeat jumped out of his chest, and the atmosphere was tense and almost exploded.

Yang Qiao's whole face turned blue-black, his eyes rolled up, his expression was hideous and terrifying, he looked as if he was being hung by an invisible rope, and his legs were thrashing hard, trying to break free.

"Yang Qiao!" Ma Xiao moved, her body was like a leopard pounceing on its prey, rushing forward, her hand still holding the hilt of the sword, just waiting to get closer, draw the sword, and cut off this evil spirit.

If he doesn't make a move, Yang Qiao will be in danger.

But before she could get closer, her footsteps suddenly stopped, and in front of her, a gloomy green light rose faintly, and a giggling baby came out of the ground little by little. The pale face, the two dark eyes as deep as a deep pool of blood-red flames danced.

The corners of his mouth grinned, as if with a hint of ridicule.

Kuman Thong!

Another one!

More than one?!