After the corpse of the Imperial Gu Division lost its vitality, even the belt bones turned into a pile of white maggots. Xiwen remembered that he had read in a certain book that this was basically a phenomenon that appeared after the death of all Gu practitioners, and it was a means to prevent his body from becoming a tool of others after his death.

Leng Zimo and Wu Yan were stunned, before they could see clearly, this demon had become a bunch of insects, what was the origin of this corpsed Xiwen? But the battle situation did not allow them to think too much, so they were distracted for a while, and Leng Zimo's face was scratched.

The corpse of Shiwen noticed that the wound on his foot was beginning to ache, but now was not the time to rest.

He crushed the white maggots on the ground with all his might, and looked at the group of ghosts crying wolf with disdain. If it weren't for the fact that the old immortal of the Imperial Gu Division was in the way, he would have wanted to suck all these powerful ghosts out and sacrifice them to fight his teeth, after all, from the fusion with the divine consciousness of this body to the awakening, he was hungry. Stimulating the dead qi around him, he rushed into the group of powerful ghosts in front of him and began to feast.

A palm slapped on the head of the ghost, scattering its entire primordial spirit, and then inhaled hard through his nose, and the ghost turned into a wisp of green smoke and was sucked into Xiwen's body. Not...... Shu Chang!The corpse Xiwen felt great satisfaction in his heart, he hadn't sucked such a pure ghost yuan for a long time. Reaching out and grabbing it again, the ghost let out a high-pitched cry and burrowed uncontrollably into Xiwen's stomach.

The more ghost elements he inhaled, the thicker the dead qi around Xiwen became, and even the wounds on his body that had been corroded by the stinky water were rapidly recovering. The surrounding ghosts were all frightened by the scream next to Xiwen, and they gradually stopped attacking Leng Zimo and Wu Yan, and instead stared at Xiwen with fear and anger.

Every time Xiwen took a step forward, the ghosts took a step back, and as long as they didn't have time to run, they all shattered the primordial gods and became victims of his tooth sacrifice. In the end, Xiwen stood in front of Leng Zimo and Wu Yan, confronting the black and oppressive ghosts.

For Wu Yan, the magic power that can be used in the form of a human body is limited, but he doesn't dare to release his true form of self again, he is afraid that he will lose control like last time, and his energy can't play a good role in these ghosts, so the heavy responsibility of dealing with the ghosts is on Leng Zimo's shoulders, both of them are already scarred and out of breath, Xiwen's arrival finally allows them to stop and take a breath.

Xiwen said with a gloomy face: "If you don't want to die, hurry up and go back to your broken jar." ”

The ghosts were afraid of Xiwen, but when they heard him talk about the jar, their expressions became even more terrified. Leng Zimo, who captured this detail, once again put his eyes on the small jar at the staircase that was a little bigger than a fist, this time he was able to calm down and observe carefully, and sure enough, he found the clue. There were some strange runes engraved on this jar, which seemed to be Southeast Asian characters, and a very terrifying thought slowly emerged in Leng Zimo's heart.

The ghosts were all huddled together, they were bustling, they didn't want to go back to the tank, and they didn't dare to get close to Xiwen, they looked strange and pitiful, completely losing the momentum just now. Suddenly, there was a "dong dong" sound from the small jar on the ground, and the ghosts immediately panicked, with extremely frightened expressions on their cyan faces, and some even rushed straight to Xiwen, begging for death.

The sound from the jar was even louder, and seeing that the three of them didn't treat the partners who rushed to them, the ghosts who were crowded together hesitated for a moment, and then put on an expression that the strong man would never return, and hid behind them one after another, not daring to let out even the slightest wail, let alone the fierce momentum just now.

The reactions of these ghosts further confirmed Leng Zimo's thoughts, he stared at the small jar worriedly, and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, this jar should contain a terrifying monster, and it is cultivated in the form of Gu refining, and these powerful ghosts behind us should be its food. ”

As soon as Leng Zimo finished speaking, the jar shattered with a "bang", and what came out of the jar was a baby who was still crawling on the ground! But this was obviously not an ordinary baby, its skin was white and shiny, covered with blue veins like earthworms, its nails were sharp and black, and its head was as big as a basketball, completely disproportionate to its body.

Leng Zimo lost his voice and shouted: "Infant Spirit?!"

As the name suggests, infant spirits are the ghosts of babies, which are very special beings, they could have come to this world happily, but for various reasons, such as miscarriage, abortion, premature death or brutal murder, etc., they were not born and grew up smoothly, so a lot of resentment accumulated in their hearts and formed a spirit body. The infant spirit is more powerful than most of the spirits, and its strength will increase with time, and the one in front of them is specially refined.

The infant spirit seemed to be crawling on the ground harmlessly, but looking at the reactions of the many ghosts hiding behind the three of them and not daring to squeak, it was enough to prove the horror of this baby ghost. It crawls on the ground, smiling from time to time, and if it doesn't look like it's really a baby's behavior.

But in the next second, everyone's impression of it changed. It crawled to the feet of a ghost who did not hide, and without the slightest hesitation, it opened its mouth and gnawed off the entire calf of the ghost, and the ghost's cry was extremely fierce, and when it finally wanted to escape, it found that its feet had been pulled by the baby spirit, and it couldn't move at all, and could only watch itself enter the baby spirit's mouth inch by inch, and the teeth in this mouth were extremely sharp, and it could tear its body apart a little. After the baby spirit ate the whole body of the ghost, he kept a head and used it as a ball to play.

No wonder these ghosts are so afraid of it, in front of this infant spirit, they have no power to parry at all, they can only become the object of filling their stomachs and being toyed with.

The corpse Xiwen looked coldly at the infant spirit that was still crawling on the ground, but his heart was eager to try, no matter how powerful it was, as long as it was a spirit body, it belonged to his recipe category. The fist clenched and "clucked", Xiwen just wanted to attack, a heart-piercing pain suddenly appeared on his right palm, turned the palm over and looked, there was a green symbol in the palm, which was both like an eye and a fish. He immediately remembered the beating heart of the Imperial Gu Division, and that strange feeling was that he was planting a mark on himself.

The green light spread all over Xiwen's palm, and he was so painful that he was half-kneeling on the ground, the green tendons on his head were bursting up, and saliva was flowing uncontrollably from his mouth, and looking at the symbol in disbelief, he squeezed out a sentence:

"It's your turn......"

"Xiwen!"

Leng Zimo and Wu Yan anxiously gathered around Xiwen's sides, and the infant spirit also took the opportunity to jump up, opening its bloody mouth and biting Xiwen's head.

"Die!"

Leng Zimo quickly wiped the money sword with blood, and then stabbed the orange-glowing sword into the infant spirit's mouth. But what was surprising was that Leng Zimo's money sword was bitten by the infant spirit at once, and the scattered copper coins made a crisp sound on the ground. But the infant spirit was not feeling well, and the rest of the copper coins exploded in its mouth, causing it to retreat back with a mouth full of smoke.

The fangs in his mouth receded, the green on his skin turned back to its normal color, and Xiwen had returned to his normal form, and he looked incredulously at the dimming mark in the palm of his right hand, which could restrain his corpse self. Xiwen stood up again, but was noticed by the jade flute in Leng Zimo's hand.

"The vast lonely traveler, the dry bones are difficult to find, the soul comes to mourn and sorrow, and the jade Ming crosses the ghost gate." ”

As soon as Leng Zimo's mantra came out, the Jade Xiao Crossing Ghost Gate spun and floated into the air, automatically playing a beautiful movement, and all the powerful ghosts behind him swept away the fear on their faces, and approached the Jade Xiao with a yearning expression. When the infant spirit heard Xiao Sheng, he stopped glaring at Leng Zimo, looked at the ghost crossing gate that was spinning above his head with a curious expression, and stretched out his hand to catch it.

The ghosts seemed to have been exceeded, and they got into the jade flute one after another. Seeing that his food was eaten by this jade flute, the infant spirit, who was still excited just now, instantly changed his face, he roared with tears in his eyes, and then jumped up from the ground to grab the jade flute in the air. At the same time, a white dress also came out of the ghost gate, it was the ghost in the parking lot of the Overseas Chinese Business Building, but now he has changed into white clothes, and his temperament has completely changed.

Seeing Xiwen and Wu Yan looking at him curiously, Leng Zimo said:

"The last time I took her into the Ghost Gate in the Overseas Chinese Business Building, I thought she was strange and pitiful, her skull was broken, and she couldn't be reincarnated again. So I studied it myself, and I also asked my mother to help, and we helped her get rid of the anger on her body, and then let her make the instrument spirit of this jade flute. ”

As soon as the machine spirit appeared, it kicked the infant spirit in the face from top to bottom, and then landed with it to the ground. The infant spirit was blinded by this sudden kick, and it crawled up with a cry of "wow", looking at the white-clothed machine spirit in front of it with an extremely serious expression. As soon as the machine spirit stretched out her right hand, the ghost crossing door automatically fell to her hand, and she also stood quietly in place with the jade flute, staring at the infant spirit.

Time passed minute by minute, and in the end, the infant spirit of the child's heart couldn't hold it, it kicked back with its foot, and a flying body attacked the machine spirit, and the machine spirit dodged the blow to the side, and stabbed the baby spirit in the head with a jade flute. But the speed of the infant spirit is also very agile, it teleported in the air and flashed the jade flute, and then kicked her head along the hand of the machine spirit, but the machine spirit had already taken precautions, she quickly blocked with her left hand, and then grabbed the machine spirit's ankle, and threw it in the direction of Leng Zimo.

Leng Zimo nodded in understanding, he quickly took off the orange robe on his body, and threw it in the direction where the infant spirit flew from, the robe was like a huge net, just covering the infant spirit tightly, and the Qiankun gossip behind him suddenly emitted a burst of golden light, even if the infant spirit wanted to escape, it was immediately sucked back by a powerful suction.

Leng Zimo quickly caught the fallen robe, and there was a cry of "wow" from it, he wrapped the whole infant spirit with the robe, and then lit a yellow talisman and put it on the robe. The cry quickly turned into a heart-rending roar, and the entire robe rolled, but the Heroic Spirit couldn't break free from it no matter what. Eventually, the orange flames gradually extinguished, and the infant spirit turned to ashes along with Leng Zimo's robe.

But strangely, they seemed to hear a scream coming from downstairs as well.

The wind blew, and the ashes on the ground drifted away with the wind, leaving only a ring with a silver light lying on the ground, Leng Zimo picked it up and handed it to Xiwen, he and Wu Yan had never seen Xiwen's excited expression.

The cool breeze in the middle of the night became a bit biting, and the three of them, who were soaked with sweat and blood, shivered involuntarily.