The sudden change made me stunned.

The golden light gushing out of this coffin was not a ghost, let alone a demonic or corpse, but an indescribable yin and evil aura that I had never seen before.

The convulsions of the Saipan villagers lasted for two or three minutes before they gradually stopped and got up from the ground one by one. The golden light also drifted away in an instant, disappearing without a trace.

Looking at these villagers again, I just chuckled in my heart.

In just two or three minutes, their form changed dramatically. Dense fangs began to grow rapidly from their mouths at a speed visible to the naked eye.

These fangs were extremely long and fine, each five or six centimeters long, and staggered up and down, so that the lips could not wrap around them, and they were stuck in the mouth. There was constant saliva overflowing from the gaps, with a fishy smell, and the strings hung down.

The nails on a pair of hands also swelled instantly, also five or six centimeters long, like the claws of a beast, and the cold light flashed on them.

All of their eyes had turned white, and the surface of the eyeballs seemed to be covered with a white film, protruding beyond the eye sockets, like dead fish, lifeless.

Not only that, but everyone's height has also changed. The originally short man instantly rose more than ten centimeters taller, his muscles appeared extremely strong, and the wounds that had been injured before were also healing rapidly.

On them, there was also a layer of dim golden light, and they walked up and down like grains of sand, exuding a strong sinister aura.

"Roar, Roar, Roar, ......Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar, T

The screams of the monsters began to sound in the throats of the guys.

The yellow turban at the head of the body flickered and swooped towards me, several times faster than before, like a passing wind. As he lunged forward, he raised two strange clawed hands and dug them straight into my chest.

And the rest of the villagers were like hungry beasts, like a tidal wave, screaming at us.

The upheaval that has taken place in the villagers has left me a little confused.

Judging from their appearance, they are clearly zombies or some kind of mutated variety. But they didn't die, how did they become zombies? And these guys don't have corpse gas on them, it's extremely weird.

I heard Tang Hongying on the side shouting: "This is Gu Sha, they are poisonous!" ”

Gu Shah? I haven't heard of this kind of thing, so I can only roughly guess at the moment, it should be related to Gu.

As I said before, I don't know much about Gu magic, and it's incredible that it can turn a living person into a zombie-like monster, as if they were infected by some kind of virus.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and the yellow turban came in an instant, and I didn't have time to think about it, and the strange sword in my hand was horizontal, and it slashed towards his two arms.

Who knew that this yellow turban did not dodge or dodge, and the big mouth with interlaced sharp teeth suddenly opened and closed, and a mouthful of dark yellow thick pulp squirted out of his mouth, and it was about to be sprayed on my face.

I never expected that this product's living habits were so poor, he actually spit on the ground and spit on people's faces, and I was immediately disgusted by him.

Thinking of Tang Hongying's words just now, it was estimated that this bite of thing must be poisonous, so he didn't dare to touch it hard at the moment, flipped his wrist, took the move, and dodged to the side.

My reaction speed was quite fast, and under the full operation of Tianxuanbu under my feet, I dodged this thick slurry that was close at hand in an instant. Single

The thick slurry fell on the mountain wall behind me, and a puff of white smoke rose and rattled, and a foul smell came to my nose.

It's dangerous!

Cold sweat broke out of my back, and I thought that if this thing sprayed me in the face, it would be disfigured, and it wouldn't run.

The yellow turban squirted out of thick slurry, and his body froze, and a strange hand rushed out, and the sharp claws on his hand grabbed backwards, sweeping through my face.

Naturally, I wouldn't let him succeed, so I let out a loud shout, swung the strange sword in my hand, and slashed at his wrist.

In the flash of lightning, the blade of the sword slashed at the strange hand, but the expected bone break did not happen. I saw that the layer of golden light covering the yellow turban suddenly concentrated, and it instantly surged up to my wrist, pushing my strange sword against it.

The sound of "zizilala" in his ears was endless, and the black and red light on the sword body gushed out, like a fire, showing a stalemate for a while.

I was taken aback. This strange sword can even be cut off by a bronze Arhat, why did it drop the chain at this moment, and the flesh and blood could block it? Is this the power of Gu Shari?

Where will the yellow turban give me time to think, and the other hand is raised high, from top to bottom, slamming at my heavenly spirit cover.

The strange sword was blocked, and the shock it brought to me was huge, and the momentum fell behind, and I couldn't understand how to deal with these Gu demons. I didn't dare to fight at the moment, and my body retreated sharply.

In addition to me, the Fat Master, Amorous, Nafutang and the Demon Ring Sect also faced the villagers after the Gu Demon Mutation, and the battle officially began, and the sound of killing rose and fell.

As the battle progressed, I realized that it wasn't just my monster sword that couldn't hurt these monsters, but so did other people's magic weapons.

Those dim golden lights kept wandering over the villagers, like shields, high and low, and even the red paper umbrellas that had been so powerful before could not pierce them. Only the paper talisman in the hands of the three people of Nafutang seems to have some effect.

They saw that the folded yellow talismans were thrown out of their hands, and after sticking to the villagers, a ball of fire appeared, like an incendiary bomb, but the lethality was limited.

These Gu Demon mutated villagers were unaware of the burning body, and the speed was like a ghost, plus with the golden light body, they had no fear, they opened and closed, used their hands and feet at the same time, and their moves were extremely ruthless.

They kept screaming from their throats, their sharp teeth intertwined, they pounced and bit at the sight of people, and they continued to spew out streams of yellow slurry from their mouths, and they were extremely fierce in close combat and far combat.

The thick slurry splashed on the ground, quickly corroding and perforating the stump horizontally, and white smoke billowed and sizzled, apparently some kind of strong acid venom.

Nearly an hour has passed since the battle with the ladies of the white gauze before the Great Soul Detention Array was broken. The three of Nafutang were the latest to participate in the battle, but their physical strength was the worst.

And they seemed to be quite jealous of these villagers who had turned into demons, except for throwing talismans, they kept dodging back and forth, for fear of running into these guys, and retreated again and again, panting one by one.

The abundance of physical strength may not be of much use to ordinary people, but it is decisive for cultivators. Objectively speaking, the strength of physical fitness represents the level of true qi comprehension.

The fat man and I are possessed by a special spirit, so our qi is even, far stronger than that of ordinary cultivators. Amorous doesn't know what method to rely on, the body is agile, and it doesn't seem to show signs of weakness.

On the other hand, the people of the Demon Ring Sect, although they have been fighting for the longest time, they don't breathe, the energy field around them gathers but does not disperse, and the true qi is long and endless, and they are obviously all top masters.

Especially the petite woman holding a red oil-paper umbrella, alone attracted the siege of nearly ten villagers, although she was surrounded and lacked offensive means, her steps under her feet were not chaotic at all, and she advanced and retreated in an orderly manner.