People are yang, cultivators have Gang Qi to protect their bodies, ghosts are yin, and after cultivation, they also have ghost blessings. It's just that it is unknown how the power of this ghost path is cultivated, and whether it is the same as the method cultivated by our cultivators.

The sinister aura on this bald guy is beyond imagination, and it has condensed into an entity, if it weren't for the feeling of the moment of the fight just now, I still think that he is a living person, a monster that has never been seen before......

Qian Ziqiang said that this person is a big guy who raises Gu, and the Gu King in his body has reached the point of incorruptibility and indestructibility, and people can also come back from the dead, but now it seems that it is just a legend.

Although the bald guy at this moment looks no different from ordinary people, he is actually just an old ghost with extremely high cultivation, and what immortality and immortality are like a bamboo basket for water.

I thought about it suddenly, and before I knew it, I fell to the ground, and the whole person fell on the hard floor under my feet, and the back of my head was knocked with a "bang", and my limbs hurt my heart at the same time, and my head became a mess of paste.

In the blur, although the bald man looked puzzled, his steps did not stop, and he strode forward, raised one foot and stepped on my chest.

My ears were buzzing, my body was aching, my limbs were limp and I was almost out of control. The blood in my chest was surging, constantly pounding my throat upwards, ready to spurt out at any moment.

The strange sword was also taken off just now, and I don't know where it was lost, unarmed. But in this case, the instinctive desire to survive still prevails.

Seeing this foot stepped on, I instantly mobilized the true qi in my body, and desperately rolled to the side in the limit. As I rolled, the foot slammed on the ground where I had just stayed, and the stone chips flew like a torrential rain that covered my head and face.

Cold sweat broke out on my head, and I secretly complained, if this foot was stepped on, even if I was Da Luo Jinxian, it would be useless.

The sound of breaking the sky sounded, and the fat man saw that my side would be defeated with one move, and the situation was critical, and the peach wood dagger was wrapped in the wind and volleyed, and the overlapping currents of purple and white were raging, stabbing the bald guy's heart.

The bald guy didn't look at it, and with a backhand palm, he actually used brute force to slap the attacking peach wood dagger away, making circles in the air, turning dozens of times, and almost falling to the ground.

This guy's strength is beyond imagination, the original powerful magic weapon is useless in front of him, it seems that the horror of having thousands of years of Taoism is far more exaggerated than we think, even if he is just a ghost.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, almost at the same time as the mahogany dagger was shaken, the bald guy suddenly stretched out a big hand, and the arm was like a flying stiffness, which stretched out more than half a meter in an instant, and locked my throat with a "snap".

"Uh-uh-uh......"

Before I could react, the whole person was lifted up by him!

He was only about 1.7 meters tall, but the arm that grabbed my throat was 1.5 meters, which was extremely weird.

My breathing began to become difficult, my eyes turned black, and the sensation transmitted by the fingers on my neck was like a giant frozen pincer, and the cold breath drilled into my flesh in waves.

This cold force was extremely ferocious, and as it spread, I felt that my internal organs were frozen, and even the glutinous rice dumplings in my body were affected.

The little guy desperately urged the true qi to condense and compete with it, but it was like a mantis arm as a car, useless, and the chirping of "chirping" became more and more urgent, like ants on a hot pot.

And the chill seemed to turn into a barrier, tearing the connection between me and the little one...... ok essay network

I wanted to struggle, but my head was muddy, because of the lack of oxygen, my limbs became extremely heavy, I didn't listen to the call at all, and my muscles even began to twitch.

Could it be that my Su Bai's time has come, and I will die here tonight? Alas!

Exclamations and footsteps sounded in my ears, as if someone was coming towards me, and then several snorts in succession. I was dizzy, my neck couldn't turn, my vision was blocked, and I couldn't tell who was making these sounds......

At the moment when my consciousness was about to dissipate, I saw a black shadow emerge from the haze, appearing behind the bald guy, and it turned out to be Xiao Hei!

This little earth dog has no shadow since we entered this place, it has the ability to control zombies, I don't know if these flying zombies are too powerful to control, and suddenly appear behind the bald guy at this moment, is it trying to sneak attack?

Xiao Hei's performance was puzzling, only to see that it did not attack, but whimpered in its throat, letting out one burst of mournful screams, as if telling a sad story.

The way it looks makes me have mixed feelings, and I say that this is a thousand-year-old ghost, since it is an evil thing, human nature and feelings are naturally extinguished, do you still want to pretend to be pitiful and foolish?

To my surprise, after hearing Xiao Hei's whimper, the bald guy's expression changed greatly, and the big hand that held me suddenly let go, and I fell to the ground again, with gold stars in my eyes.

I saw that the bald guy turned around, looked at Xiao Hei in a daze, hurriedly took two steps and squatted down, and actually stroked the fur on its back.

I gasped for breath, oxygen was constantly being inhaled into my lungs, and my mind was gradually cleared and my mind was inexplicable, and I couldn't figure out what was going on.

A ghost and a dog are not far away from me, so I can see clearly. Faced with the caress of the bald guy, Xiao Hei did not escape, but waged his tail, his mouth was still whimpering, and the corners of his eyes were moist, as if he was about to shed tears.

The look on the bald man's face became more and more strange, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if asking a rhetorical question, he kept babbling a series of unintelligible languages.

A hoarse female voice suddenly sounded, I turned my head, and then I realized that it was Tang Hongying.

She collapsed not far from me, with a smear of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth, struggling to half-prop herself up, slumped on the ground, and spoke that strange language, as if she was communicating with the bald guy.

With her words, the expression on the bald guy's face became sluggish, he looked at Tang Hongying in a daze, said something eagerly, looked down at Xiao Hei again, and then kept looking at himself, his tone gradually became sad, and his body was shaky.

Tang Hongying's voice was hoarse, obviously he had been injured in the battle just now, and he had a hard time speaking.

And with the change of the bald guy's mood, the movements of the remaining three flying zombies became more and more sluggish, and the offensive became weaker.

In Xiao Hei's whimper, Tang Hongying and the bald guy chatted for a while, and the bald guy finally sighed and stood up reluctantly.

His figure seemed to be shrouded in a mist, rapidly fading and fluttering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally dissipating into an afterimage.

The three flying zombies also seemed to have their bones pulled out in an instant, and they fell to the ground with a bang, turning into piles of white bones again, and lost their vitality......