Zhan Shiman's body froze into the air, and landed in front of Zhan Yuchun, she regained her composure, looked at herself blankly, and gasped for breath, what happened to her just now?

"Look overhead. Shi Yan was not in the mood to watch the drama of this sister's concern for each other, and pointed to the top of his head.

The crowd stared up.

Overhead, although the light from the morning light crystal was faint, you could vaguely see flesh and blood falling, unlike the previous flesh and blood, these were very red, carrying the essence blood of a warrior.

This rain of flesh and blood fell to the large cocoon of flesh and blood in the middle of the sticky lake at the bottom of the pit.

"I'll stop the fall of these flesh and blood first, and I'll leave the rest to you for the time being, and I'll see you at the bottom of the pit later. Huo Yifan's expression was solemn, the purple robe was windless, and the spiritual power in his body was all surging.

At the fingertips, drops of gray spiritual blood appeared, levitating around the purple robe in the air.

In a crisis situation, he will do whatever it takes!

Under those hundreds or thousands of flesh masses, spiritual power alone is no longer enough, the use of spiritual blood is inevitable!

Firefox Talisman!

As he spoke, in Huo Yifan's Qiankun array bag, hundreds of spirit runes flew out, swept towards the flesh and blood that fell above his head under the coercion of spiritual power, which contained the essence blood of a martial artist, and he would not let a drop of the essence blood of a martial artist enter the lake!

"Okay! Let's go. Shi Yan nodded, and led the rest of the people to quickly run down from the spiraling rock wall, the flesh and blood cocoon in the center of the transparent slime lake was the body of the ghost!

Spirit runes swept beneath the fallen flesh.

"Burn!" Huo Yifan made a mysterious seal knot, and all the spirit runes were ignited by the spiritual power and turned into ashes At the same time, one by one the crimson sharp-billed foxes appeared, and the hundred spirit runes turned into hundreds of fire foxes, and pounced on the falling flesh.

On contact, the fox's head instantly grew larger, swallowing the flesh in one gulp.

This batch of falling flesh and blood was swallowed up, and the two offset and disappeared into nothingness.

These fire fox talismans are all of Huo Yifan's production collection, and they were used up once.

The second batch of flesh and blood was about to fall, and Huo Yifan's fingertips were dripping more and more spiritual blood suspended in the air, his face was faintly pale, and he kept devouring pills to make up for himself.

When the spirit rune runs out, it can only rely on its own spiritual blood.

Blocking these flesh and blood is not much easier than going down to fight with ghosts and ghosts, which is why Shi Yan easily agreed.

Hovering on the rock wall, Shi Yan did not delay the slightest time, grabbed the shoulders of the young monk and continued to run downward, some of the upper and lower rock walls were only twenty or thirty meters high, Shi Yan jumped down directly, and with the Soul Devouring Sword inserted into the vertical wall to slow down the impact of the fall.

Except for the young monk, an ordinary person, Xuan'er and the Zhan sisters can keep up.

As for why he brought a young monk, the golden body of the Buddha's bones has been stirred out by the old monk, and the Buddha power in the body is full, how can he let go of such a sharp weapon to deal with ghosts.

There were flesh and blood tentacles in front of them to intercept them, and Shi Yan opened the way with a sword in one hand, unable to stop them.

Just when they rushed to a hundred meters, thousands of wax figures appeared on the road in front of them, densely packed, crowding the road, and it seemed that they were all the same group of warriors who had been at the entrance of the town to solicit guests at the inn.

These wax figures open their eyes one by one and twist their necks, if it weren't for the mucus on their bodies and stiff movements, they would be exactly the same as normal people just by looking at their appearance, and it would be difficult to distinguish between left and right.

With deep eyes, these wax figures smiled strangely at Shi Yan and the others, and then rushed towards Shi Yan and the others like wolves.

"This is a forbidden technique used on puppets, this Wen Yuchun is really a genius, he can turn to wax figures. Zhan Yuchun explained.

Shi Yan understood that those warriors were more or less controlled by Wen Yuchun, and even their lives were connected to these wax figures.

The wax figure rushed in, although the movement was stiff, and the joints could not be opened, but they were as fast as a group of monkeys, and every time they stepped on the rock, they could actually step out of the cracks, which showed the great strength.

The fastest wax figure had rushed in front of Shi Yan, Shi Yan let go of the young monk, held the sword in both hands, and slashed down.

The wax figure was the first to come into contact with the blue bell, it was infinitely powerful, unlike the flesh and blood tentacles, the wax figure was not very afraid of spiritual power, and it smashed one of its arms and blasted the blue bell at the same time.

I don't know what material Wen Yuchun used to make the wax figure, which is so strong.

Vermilion Bird Gang Qi lingered around the sword body, it should have been sharp and incomparable, but when he slashed, he felt a great obstacle, but fortunately, Shi Yan's Buddha bone strength was unmatched, and a random blow was equivalent to a second- or third-rate martial art.

The wax figure only stopped half of the Soul Eater Sword, and then it collapsed into hundreds of small pieces, and a cloud of black gas appeared, and finally swept into the flesh and blood cocoon at the bottom of the pit, and all power came from the flesh and blood cocoon, and all power returned to it.

The body of immortal ghosts, these things are endless.

"It's trouble!" Shi Yan, as a great martial artist of the Digang Realm, and has practiced the Vermilion Bird Forbidden Canon, it takes a lot of effort to destroy these wax figures, there are thousands of wax figures in front of him, how long will it take to destroy this one? Huo Yifan does not have so much spiritual blood consumption on it to prevent the flesh and blood from falling.

Xuan'er's spiritual power was ringing, following behind Shi Yan, protecting herself from harm, strictly speaking, she was not a one-star spiritual cultivator, the Tiangang Sect's introductory method had not yet been cultivated, and the spiritual blood had not been completed.

It's good to be able to protect yourself.

The wax figures were overwhelming, surrounding everyone and preventing them from taking a step forward.

Shi Yan and Xuan'er have no problem, the young monk sits cross-legged on the ground with a golden body of Buddha bones, reciting scriptures, the young monk has no intention of going down to find the body of the ghost, and those wax figures are too lazy to provoke him, they take the initiative to avoid it, and they don't suffer.

Zhan Yu is a pure spiritual cultivator, and his means are no less or worse than Shi Yan, but Zhan Shiman is different, as a martial artist, it is difficult to parry in the face of flesh and blood tentacles, let alone face wax figures.

She was surrounded by wax figures, and with each whip, she could only pull out a white mark on the wax figure.

The wax figure was not damaged, but her whip came into contact with the viscous liquid on the wax figure's body, but it was corroded and broken in the middle of the breath, and the longer it became shorter and shorter, and finally the long whip could only be thrown away.

With his bare hands, even if he had a strong qi to protect his body, Zhan Shiman did not dare to make direct contact with the wax figure's body.

"Sister, save me!" The wax figure rushed madly, Zhan Shiman's face was pale and shrank behind Zhan Yuchun, back to back, the blue bell on her body had already been shattered, and she was defenseless.

A single blow from a wax figure could kill her.

Zhan Yuchun's hands were sealed, dozens of wax figures were already lying around her, and at this moment, there were eight wax figures swooping down, their arms like knives, slashing down, wanting to divide Zhan Yuchun's body.

At this moment of crisis, Zhan Shiman hid behind Zhan Yuchun and asked Zhan Yuchun for help, panicked, leaned on his back, and knocked Zhan Yuchun into a stumble, and the Xuanyin was loosened.

There were a total of eight sword-shaped spiritual techniques that were about to be formed in front of Zhan Yuchun's body, and this collision caused the eighth one to spill, leaving only seven to form.

Zhan Yuchun's face changed greatly, but time waited for no one, and the eight wax figures had already rushed to him, and he had no choice but to split out the seven sword-type spiritual techniques.

How domineering the spiritual art is, just one slash, the seven wax figures were split in two, and they shattered to the ground.

There is only one left, but this one is the most deadly, the arm is like a knife, and it looks like it is about to be split from the side of Zhan Yuchun's ear, and it has been caught by her hair, Zhan Yuchun's body, there is spiritual blood boiling and wants to save the scene, but unfortunately there is not enough time, so he can only forcibly twist his body to avoid the vital point.