Although he had been mentally prepared, when he really faced it, Ning Qinghua was still shocked by the strength and fury of this corpse.

The eight pillars of light of the "Eight Door Lock Yīn Array" are all erected with a hundred-year-old peach wood that has been dripped with its own origin jīng blood, and the hundred-year-old peach wood itself has a very strong breaking function, after blessing the earth's leyline aura, according to Ning Qinghua's original prediction, how can it resist for an hour. At this time, the corpses that were exposed to the sun's rays and had nowhere to escape, even if they were not destroyed, would consume a huge amount of the opponent's combat power, and at that time, Ning Qinghua would naturally have other backhands to deal with.

However, the actual situation obviously exceeded Ning Qinghua's original estimate, although this corpse had only undergone a short period of three years of cultivation, its physical body was extremely strong. If this situation continues, it is estimated that this "Eight Door Lock Yīn Array" will not be able to withstand much time.

With no way to imagine, Ning Qinghua could only urge the few small peach trees that he had buried in the soil. For a while, the flames in the array were soaring, and the brilliant and intense light was dazzling, and without opening the spiritual eye, Ning Qinghua couldn't see the situation in the formation clearly.

These bursting fires are not ordinary ordinary fires, but sun jīng fires, which can be called the natal nemesis of corpses.

The dazzling light gradually dissipated, and in the array, there were more than ten small flames burning all over the corpse's body, and even from a distance of more than twenty meters, Ning Qinghua could smell a pungent scorching smell.

These small flames, which were no more than an inch, showed a red and white sè, and while burning, they kept making a "squeaking" sound at the feet of the corpse. Drops and drops of fishy grease fell all over it.

For these more than ten small flames, the corpse that had no self-consciousness seemed to instinctively sense the deadly threat, and immediately stopped the fist that was waving wildly, closed its eyes, and opened its mouth to roar wildly into the sky. Immediately, the blue and black skin on the top and bottom of the body began to emit a black sè aura. This is a sinister aura that has reached an astonishing concentration, presenting a kind of ink sè.

As soon as these evil qi approached the ten red flames attached to the corpse. Immediately a situation occurred in which the two sides devoured each other. In the end, it took about ten minutes for the dozen or so flames to be swallowed up by the black sè qi that was overwhelmingly superior in numbers. However, after winning this "victory", Ning Qinghua, who was outside the battle, could clearly feel it. The sky-high aura on this corpse has dissipated to a certain extent.

Dealing with the annoying "little problems" on his body, although the corpses in the formation couldn't see Ning Qinghua's figure outside, he still knew where Ning Qinghua was through the instinct of innate sense of vitality.

After yelling at Ning Qinghua, I saw that the corpse had reversed the tyranny just now and stood quietly in place. In just half a minute, the corpse, which was originally only about 1.75 meters tall, was actually raised to 2.23 meters, and the skin all over his body swelled up, on top of the skin. Bulging a series of hideous black sè meridians, especially the face that was flushed with blue and gray sè death, the pupils of his eyes were red, and the long fangs in his mouth were also exposed, opening and closing. You can even hear the "click" sound of rubbing against each other.

Ever since the corpse stopped in place, Ning Qinghua immediately took a closer look, only to see that the evil aura that had originally permeated his body had actually been injected into the muscles through the pores of his body, creating such a monster in his mouth.

Knowing that this corpse was preparing to be desperate, Ning Qinghua couldn't think about it. I couldn't help but sigh lowly.

"Boom!"

A giant pillar of Xuanhuang that reached the sky was knocked down by the corpse with its extremely strong body, and at the moment when the giant pillar fell, a huge black figure rushed towards the place where Ning Qinghua was standing, and its momentum quickly became lightning. …,

Just when the corpse that turned into a giant rushed to less than three or four meters in front of Ning Qinghua, he saw that two muscular blue and black corpse claws were about to tear Ning Qinghua's body in half, and a Ding furnace full of cracks rose from Ning Qinghua's dantian, and when he saw the wind, he turned into a giant tripod four or five meters high and sucked the corpse into it.

"It's a pity for this pod."

After saying this, Ning Qinghua's hands slided, and a small red and white flame rose under the Ding Furnace, and at the same time, eight hundred-year-old peach trees that were originally buried in the ground as a base were thrown into the Ding Furnace, and in just an instant, the small flame that was originally no more than the length of a thumb rose into the air, turning into a flame nearly three meters high, including the entire bottom of the Ding Furnace.

In Dingzhong, there was a terrible ghost cry, Yan Xuemeng, who was far away on the hills five hundred meters away, heard this sound, his eyes suddenly lost his lustre, and he rushed towards the depression under the hills regardless of it.

Ning Qinghua, who was fully mobilizing the surrounding leyline aura to "cook the corpse", was fully focused on the matter in front of him at the moment, and he had no time to pay attention to Yan Xuemeng who rushed from behind him.

"Bang!"

Caught off guard, Ning Qinghua was knocked out by Yan Xuemeng at a distance of four or five meters, and the flames under the Ding were reduced in an instant, and the corpse in the Ding Furnace seized this opportunity to hit the Ding Wall with all his might. The ding wall, which was already covered with countless cracks, made a burst of creaks under such an impact, and was almost on the verge of collapse, and there was a possibility of breaking at any time.

Ning Qinghua, who reacted, looked at Yan Xuemeng and knew that the other party's mind was disturbed by this ghost cry full of resentment, and now was not the time to deal with this problem. As long as the corpse is out of trouble, the lives of the two of them will be explained here.

Without hesitation at the moment, Ning Qinghua stepped forward directly and knocked Yan Xuemeng unconscious on the spot.

In the end, Ning Qinghua, who had almost exhausted his spiritual power and almost collapsed, finally refined the aura of this corpse, and at the moment when the Ding furnace shattered in the air, an unrecognizable female corpse fell from the sky and fell on the depression.

Originally, he still wanted to use this Ding furnace for his own alchemy, but he didn't want to be completely destroyed because of this corpse, Ning Qinghua naturally felt a little painful.

After waking up Yan Xuemeng, Ning Qinghua also lay down on the ground tired.

Yan Xuemeng, who came to her senses, didn't know what had happened before, and when she opened her eyes, she found Ning Qinghua lying next to her for the first time, and couldn't help but be startled, and hurriedly propped herself up from the ground, but found that although Ning Qinghua had her eyes closed, her expression on her face was very relaxed.

After confirming that Ning Qinghua was safe, Yan Xuemeng remembered the monster, and swept the entire depression with a scan, and the gray female corpse not far away immediately came into view.

"Call to report jǐng."

Ning Qinghua, who was lying on the ground, closed his eyes and gave an order, and then sat up from the ground.

If you can refine some pills and carry them with you, you don't need to work so hard when you encounter this situation again.

Thinking of this, Ning Qinghua missed the medicine furnace that had "returned to dust and soil to earth".

Iron jīng is easy to get, but a treasure like the purple god gold is hard to find, and it can only be seen in the future.

Almost half an hour later, Ning Qinghua had only slightly recovered some of the spiritual power in his body, if he hadn't achieved the land god position now, even if he was not in his own jurisdiction, he would still be able to occasionally mobilize some earth vein spiritual energy. With his current situation, in the past, I am afraid that he will have to go back to Shilongchong to recover. …,

After Yan Xuemeng called to report Jǐng, she also notified the two staff members who were guarding the security room outside the tea field, so the two had already entered the tea field before Jǐng Cha arrived.

"What's that?"

The person in charge of the tea farm security who walked in front hurried over, but as soon as he arrived at the ground, he was startled by the blue and black corpse lying on the ground, and couldn't help but scream.

"Hey, I think I've seen this figure somewhere."

The other security guard who followed the person in charge was obviously bold, and walked around the person in charge, walked straight to the corpse, and took a closer look.

However, because after turning into a corpse, his face has undergone tremendous changes, especially the previous introduction of evil qi into the meridian muscles, his face is even more hideous, and it is difficult to distinguish his specific identity by his appearance.

"You know?"

Yan Xuemeng had now fully recovered, and seeing the hesitant look on the man's face, she couldn't help but come up and ask.

After all, burying such a monster in her own tea farm, Yan Xuemeng was also very awkward in her heart. According to the explanation given by Ning Qinghua privately before the two people came, this body should have been buried here three years ago, and it was full of resentment, and it should have been murdered to death before his death.

You must know that Yan's Tea Farm was created from the hands of Yan Wenyi, and it has a history of more than 20 years. In other words, it is likely that the corpse was a person from the tea farm before his death, because except for some locals hired during the tea picking season, even people from Yan's enterprises were not allowed to enter the tea field without special permission.

Now that she suddenly heard the security guard say that the body of this corpse was familiar, Yan Xuemeng naturally wanted to ask.

"I really can't recognize this face, but this figure seems to have really seen it, but it's been too long and I can't remember it for a while."

When the security guard saw that it was Yan Xuemeng who was questioning, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and went through it in his mind carefully, but he still couldn't remember it, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Seeing that she couldn't get more clues from the security guards, Yan Xuemeng could only give up helplessly for the time being.

The four of them waited in place, and almost in a quarter of an hour, the sound of a jǐng flute came from a distance outside the tea field, thinking that a jǐng had come over.

After receiving Yan Xuemeng's report, Bianzhou City dispatched a detachment under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Jǐng Brigade, with a total of seven or eight people, including a forensic doctor wearing a white coat over his jǐng suit. Looking at this situation, it seems that this case has attracted the attention of the local system.

Also, Yan's enterprise is a well-known enterprise in Bianzhou and even Yue Province, and the chairman's daughter personally reported the case, and it is also a life lawsuit, how can the local system not pay attention to it.

Ning Qinghua was not interested in solving the case, and seeing that there were already a lot of people gathered at the scene, he discussed it with Yan Xuemeng in a low voice, and then prepared to go back to the villa to rest. Although he has recovered some spiritual power, the whole person is quite tired and needs to take a good rest.

"Wait a minute, that one!"

Behind him, a middle-aged jǐng cha in his forties blocked Ning Qinghua's way, looking at the rank and age on the other party's shoulder, he should be the leader of the scene this time. RQ

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