The corpse's jet-black claws easily grabbed Ye Ling's face, but in the next second, it passed directly through Ye Ling's 'body', and it wasn't until it was completely passed through that the phantom disappeared in that place.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, obviously, with his brain, he didn't know what was going on.

At the same time, Ye Ling's red clothes had already appeared on the right side of the corpse, she didn't look back, she didn't look at it, the stardust sword with the Buddhist charm smashed into the middle-aged man's waist, and then retracted in an instant, the whole movement was so fast that even the afterimage was not visible.

Under the double attack of Ye Ling's spell and spirit killing technique, the corpse flew out fiercely, smashing through several floors of the house!

The corpse was lying on the ground in embarrassment, the stinky black blood flowed out, and the hand with black sharp nails twitched, but it seemed that it wouldn't be long before that thing could get up again!

Therefore, she will not give it a chance to breathe anymore, she has been injured by its corrosive power, it is already her carelessness, and next, she will solve it directly!

The corpses on the ground were abused, and the disciples below were not much better, they were disgraced, they ate a mouthful of sand, and they all wanted to cry without tears.

"Senior brother, the pit I dug with great difficulty was blocked by the falling sand again, and I worked in vain this night!" In the corner of the room, a white-clothed disciple had tears in his eyes, his hands were full of dirt, and he wiped it on his face, and suddenly his whole face was unbearable to look at.

"Senior brother, don't be busy, it's meaningless, it's better to save effort when you have that time, like the senior brother said, don't go to the end, people come to save us, and you don't even have the strength to walk, that's a shame." The disciple leaning against the wall made a listless voice.

"Stop talking, meditate and pranayama." The senior brother in the middle stage of foundation building led by him spoke silently.

The disciples glanced at each other, began to learn from each other, and followed suit.

above the ground.

Ye Ling took out the cinnabar rune paper with two fingers, the rune paper stood in the air, with his hand as the pen and blood as the guide, the spell drawn was shining with golden light, and the shape of the symbol was peculiar, it was not a rune in the cultivation realm, but a rune in the spiritual realm Buddhism!

Under the twists and turns of the runes, there is a certain kind of rule, from the arrangement to the shape, there is a profundity!

And the middle-aged corpse shrouded in runes began to resist frantically, struggling desperately, as if knowing that something bad was about to happen, and wanted to run away frantically, but was shrouded by runes, like a towering mountain, unable to move.

Ye Ling's red lips opened lightly, and there were words in his mouth, and as the Buddhist mantras fell one after another, the runes were windless and automatic!

The golden runes on it lit up one after another, and the golden light was like a rope tightly wrapping around the corpse!

The wind rose suddenly, and suddenly, the entire Yejia Village shook and shook, booming and booming, as if the sky was thundering, and the sound of the whole heaven and earth was chaotic!

In the sky above Yejia Village, golden runes flew, Ye Ling's fingers immediately shook, and a drop of blood flew out of his heart, and then activated the entire rune array!

"Roaring ——!"

"Roar ——!"

The corpse is extremely disturbed!

Trying to shout and scream, trying to cut through the big formation with sharp nails, but all in vain!

"Hurry!"

With Ye Ling's faint voice, he sounded!

All the golden rune cultures of the entire Great Array became a golden thunder!

"Boom ——!"

The golden rune thunder is very thin, not even as thick as two human fingers! The coercion and destructive power within it is unquestionable!

Just such an extremely thin golden thunderbolt, slashing at the middle-aged corpse head-on!

In an instant, after the golden thunder, the large array dissipated, and there was nothing that could move except for her, the main formation, just a golden thunder, and the corpse was chopped and there was not even scum left.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of Ye Ling's mouth, and his face turned pale.

The rune technique of the Buddha Sect, with the strength of the peak of Jindan, is indeed a little reluctant, but fortunately, that thing has been destroyed.

In the center of the big array, where the corpse was split into slag, a puff of green smoke slowly rose, slowly converging into the appearance of a black-robed woman, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she knew who it was.

"My good sister, how about the meeting gift from my sister?" The black-robed woman smiled proudly.

"We ...... We'll see you again ......."

"Hahaha......"

In its place, the green smoke disappeared.

Ye Lingfeng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Perhaps, she knows who it is......

Not dead yet......

——

Ye Ling put away the Stardust Sword, took another elixir, and the whole person adjusted and recovered to the fifth layer of spiritual power, and then calmed down.

This time to deal with the corpse, using blood as a guide, drawing the Buddhist Sect rune array, and introducing the spirit killing technique, almost exhausted all her spiritual power, and at present, she has only recovered the fifth layer, and she still needs to cultivate slowly. Literature Great

She stomped her foot suddenly!

"Boom ——!"

"Boom ——!"

"Poof......

"Puff ......"

"Puff puff ......"

Immediately afterwards, on the already miserable ground in Yejia Village, from the ground like dumplings, one after another white and fat dumplings squirted out, with a miserable wail!

One by one, they were planted on the tree, stuck, unable to go up and down.

One by one, they plunged into the soil and pulled their heads out.

Another one directly smashed a large hole in the dilapidated house and landed in someone else's house.

Either some fell directly into the water and became a soup chicken, how can a miserable word describe it.

Ye Lingmo: "......" seems to be getting stronger, and these little juniors can't help but be destroyed.

For a long time, these white fat dumplings began to gather in one place, limping, and their faces were dark and flowery, and they couldn't bear to look at them directly.

"Senior brother, junior brother, wake up!" One of the disciples began to cry out anxiously, and all the other disciples immediately gathered around.

I saw a white-clothed disciple lying on the ground, who seemed to have just been fished out of the puddle, soaking wet and unconscious.

"Senior brother, Senior Brother Huang hasn't woken up, what should I do?"

"What then? Is it drinking too much water? ”

"It's also possible that when Senior Brother Huang flew out, it seemed that he just landed in a puddle, and we are currently temporarily out of cultivation, and we can't hold our breath."

"Senior Brother Huang won't be drowned, will he?"

As soon as these words came out, the white-clothed disciples were strangely quiet, wouldn't they......

Could it be that there will be the first drowned monk in the cultivation realm......

Ye Ling stroked his forehead, just surrounded by them like this, it was strange that this Senior Brother Huang could wake up.

Drowning people, what's the use of just looking! A bunch of life idiots!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, good people don't get in the way!"

Just when they were at a loss, a crisp and pleasant woman's voice sounded, sounding very young, just a little girl.

They turned their heads neatly and saw that it was indeed a little girl.

The girl is very cute, the sun is like broken jade, splashing on her delicate face, casting a shallow shadow, but it can't hide her whiteness, delicate, a pair of eyes like the lake in the forest in the early morning, the water can reflect the summer sky without a trace of impurities.

A hint of intoxicating light wind lightly stirred up her inky jade-like green silk. The snow-white skin blends perfectly with the white skirt, and the pleats of the skirt flow lightly on the ground like snow and moonlight, like a white elf who does not know fireworks, and everything around seems to be eclipsed.

"What do you see me doing? Look at him! Ye Ling raised his eyebrows, but he didn't speak out angrily.

"What's the use of you surrounding him like this? Even if you are an immortal cultivator, if you drown without spiritual protection, you will die if you don't give first aid! ”

Hearing the white-clothed girl Ye Ling say this, everyone's eyes subconsciously fell back on Senior Brother Huang, and sure enough-

Senior Brother Huang's face was bruised and swollen at the moment, his mouth and nasal cavity were full of foam and sludge, and his limbs were cold.

The leading disciple in the middle stage of foundation building, Viet Nam He, saluted with his hand, and his tone was also a little anxious: "Dare to ask this fellow Daoist, how to treat him?" ”

"You listen to me." Ye Ling spoke crisply.

"You are on his side, pressing his forehead with one hand and his chin with the other, opening the airway and removing the mud and sand and aquatic weeds from his mouth and nose."

Vietnam didn't have time to think about it, so he did it.

"Pinch his nostrils with his thumb and forefinger, wrap his lips around the drowning person's lips, and blow 2-5 times in a row."

"What?"

"No, that's rude!"

"That's it, how can the same man do such a rude thing, Daoyou's method of saving people, I've never heard of it, it's not playing with us!"

The disciples' eyes widened in disbelief.

"Believe it or not, but if you Senior Brother Huang don't save it, it's really gone." Ye Ling sneered.

"Okay, needless to say, the most important thing is to save Senior Brother Huang!" Viet Nam frowned, thought about it, and did as he could.

"Place the base of the palm on both sides of the chest to connect the midpoint, the middle and lower part of the sternum, the two wrists overlap, the ten fingers crossed and interlocked, the arms vertical, press down with the weight of the body at least one finger long, no more than one and a half fingers, and press one hundred to two hundred times every sixty times."