Clang!

Before the copper coin sword touched Chang Dong, it was stopped by a spirit urn.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the old ghost suddenly retreated backwards.

Chang Dong was furious, and he raised his knife and slashed.

At this moment, the two young people behind the old ghost suddenly pinched the trick, and with a sigh, two index fingers and a big spiritual sword, like two rabbits on the ground, stuck to the ground, shot out!

At Chang Dong's feet, a pair of ghost hands appeared, suddenly grabbing his spirit feet.

In an instant, Chang Dong couldn't move.

Faced with this dead end, Chang Dong smiled, stretched out his hand to grab it, and shouted: "Get out!" ”

At this time, the old ghost had already taken three or five steps back, and his face had just shown a hint of joy, and his expression suddenly froze.

Because above him, an illusory arm suddenly appeared, and this arm grabbed into his body, reached out, and pulled out an illusory spirit.

At the same time, the two flying swords that walked by the ground also stabbed Chang Dong's body.

It's just that every collision is useless except for colliding with a series of spirit urns on Changdong's body.

"Let's go!" A man and a woman behind the old ghost were heartbroken when they saw the old ghost body being taken away.

Especially after seeing that the flying sword couldn't help Chang Dong, he didn't dare to stay any longer, one of them picked up the body of the old ghost who drove the corpse, turned around and ran.

"Want to run?" Chang Dong laughed angrily, stretched out his hand and grabbed again.

He grabbed the man who was carrying the ghoul on his back, and he didn't think that after the illusory giant hand entered his body, he just stumbled a little, and then rushed away, running faster than a dog.

The illusory giant hand returned to its place, and Chang Dong had an extra puppet in his hand.

"For the dead?" Chang Dong looked at the puppet in his hand, looked at the two people who fell into the thick gray mist, his eyes were slightly tangled, he didn't chase him out, and turned around to return to his body.

He still understands the truth of Lin Moin.

In addition, the act of swallowing the fifty-three Yin soldiers of the old ghost in one breath looks mysterious, but in fact, it is just using the soul of sacrifice to temporarily lock up these filthy things!

Fortunately, these filthy things only have fighting instincts, and have no self-awareness.

Otherwise, with his lifeless sea of sacrifice, where can he be locked?

Chang Dong returned to his body for two or three breaths, drowning in the gray mist of Xinghua Village, like a whale sucking water, quickly retreating, but between the mountains and fields, there were no more two figures.

I don't know, how can they run so fast with a living dead on their backs?

Chang Dong looked at the mountains and fields that had returned to normal, his eyes were thoughtful, and he turned around and returned to the courtyard for a while.

A night of romance.

Chang Dong, who was worried about Li Ziqi's safety, did not leave Xinghua Village as planned, but watched Li Ziqi shoot with interest.

This made Li Ziqi very happy!

Everything is full of energy.

Just after the Spring Festival, it is the sowing season, and Li Ziqi is busy sowing all kinds of fruits and vegetables in the reclaimed fields.

Because the weather is still cold, the land is still covered with a white film to keep warm.

Chang Dong didn't help, just sat on the side of the road and watched, and when he got up, he reached out and fished out the cold stream.

In a world that is invisible to the naked eye, a cement loach that travels thousands of miles at night wraps around Chang Dong's arm, burrows into his sleeve, and finally disappears.

This is Zong Gaojie's letter!

It is a spirit after all, and it is difficult to contact through modern means of communication.

This letter is the information for driving out the ghouls.

According to Zong Gaojie, the old ghost who chases the corpse is the head of one of the branches of the Nine Palaces of Yuanling in Chenzhou. His real name is Zhuang Mo, because he is old and has a vein, a Yin soldier has been handed down since ancient times, when driven, it is like a Yin soldier borrowing the way, and it is like Xiangxi chasing corpses, and he has the nickname of an old ghost who chases corpses.

Old?

Chang Dong looked at this information and raised his eyebrows.

The "old ghoul ghost" he caught was not very old from the point of view of the spirit, at most twenty-seven or eighteen years old.

Thinking of this, Chang Dong subconsciously glanced at the "old ghost who chased away the ghouls" who was sealed by him in the sea of sacrifices, and had a vague guess in his heart.

……

Rewind the clock to the night before.

Fifteen kilometers east of Xinghua Village, there is a small town called Shuangfu Town.

The history of the town is no longer elegant, because no one is elegant, the town is like Xinghua Village, very poor, it looks more like a bunch of villages.

If it weren't for the need for a nearby place to buy and sell materials, I am afraid that this place would not have developed into a town at all.

There is a big river in the south of Shuangfu Town, and in the evening of this day, there is a young and strong old man by the river, who is fishing at night.

"Old ghost, if you really don't go to take a look, you're not afraid of killing halfway and biting gold and robbing your family's ancestral Yin soldiers?" One of them, a middle-aged man in sportswear, held a fishing rod and looked at Zhuang Mo next to him with a smile.

Zhuang Mo grinned: "Children and grandchildren have their own children and grandchildren." ”

The middle-aged man smiled and did not squeak.

Another dark-skinned middle-aged man with a big back combed said with a grin: "The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is in a hurry, even if Mr. Zhuang goes, he can lead the army for ten years, who can take the Yin soldiers of the Zhuang family within ten years?" ”

"So now is the best chance!" Sportswear middle-aged people are meaningful.

Zhuang Mo raised his chin, too lazy to follow these two inkblots.

The dealer has a total of fifty-four Yin soldiers, except for one of the ancestors who are not the disaster of extermination, and can not be used easily, the remaining fifty-three are all painstakingly refined by the ancestors of the past dynasties.

Fortunately, more than ten Yin soldiers can be added within a generation;

Those who are incompetent will not increase but decrease within a generation.

But along the way through ups and downs, although the fate is ill-fated, but the dealer has been inherited.

In the final analysis, it is because the dealer has a secret art.

If the current head of the family fails to transform into a spirit, he will take the initiative to dissolve the army, turn into a yin soldier, continue to protect the family, and take the initiative to absorb the yin evil.

Eventually, within ten years, consciousness gradually disappeared, and he became a Yin soldier with only fighting instincts left.

But the resulting Yin soldiers will never be in danger of backlash.

This is the fundamental reason for the continuous inheritance of the bookmaker.

However, the dealer has been through ups and downs for hundreds of years, but still encountered a major crisis.

That is, Zhuang Mo did not give birth to a son until he was fifty years old, and he tried his best to finally have an heir at the age of fifty-three.

When he raised his children to adulthood, and he was dying.

Family inheritance is worrying!

If he is just an ordinary Xuanmen, it would be fine, but the Yin soldier in his hand is too popular.

Some people even assert that as soon as Zhuang Mo dies, the Zhuang family will inevitably collapse.

Fortunately, under this crisis, Zhuang Mo suddenly learned that someone had discovered the Sea of Sacrifice, and successfully picked the soul of the sacrifice, bringing out a lot of pure Lingqi.

Dajingyuan Rong Xueyi, he used half of the inheritance in exchange for a moment of Lingqi, and he went one step further!

It can be expected that even if Rong Xueyi dies, with his spiritual strength, he can turn into a ghost immortal and continue to practice.

This news was so excited that Zhuang Mo stayed up all night.

If he can have a moment of the purest Lingqi, Mo said that his Hualing success rate will increase to eighty percent, even if it is given to his son, it can also make him quickly strong in a short period of time.

When the time comes, I don't dare to say that I can completely control the Ancestor Yin Soldiers, even if I control it in a short time, it will be enough to deter those ghosts.

However, seeing that Rong Xueyi also used half of the inheritance to exchange for a moment of Lingqi, Zhuang Mo knew that the price for him to get a moment of Lingqi must be not small.

But how dare his family's inheritance be easily leaked?

Once it leaks out, the family yin soldiers are even more unsafe.

After all, fifty-four Yin soldiers are enough to divide them evenly.

So he had an idea, thought of a trick of intimidation, and sent juniors to test blackmail.

If it does, everyone will be happy.

If you lose...... Carry the junior's bitter meat and plan to find another way.

Of course, in Zhuang Mo's opinion, this matter should not be defeated.

Even if that person swallowed most of the sacrificial souls, unless the five directions raised the xia, but if it was really the five directions to raise the xia, then it would have already soared.

Since they are still here, at most four elephants will return to their ancestors.

This realm is very powerful, and in the spirit world, it can be called invincible.

But they're not spirits after all!

His Yin soldiers are deceptive spirits!

"There's no need to tempt, the Yin Soldier Tiger Talisman is in my hand, and it's useless to snatch it." Zhuang Mo listened to the yin and yang weirdness of his allies and raised his palm.

In the palm of his hand, a bronze tiger talisman is warm and lovely.

Seeing this, a touch of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the two middle-aged people, this old ghost really didn't leak!

Click!

Just thinking about it, the tiger talisman in Zhuang Mo's palm suddenly shattered into countless pieces with a click.

The expressions of the three people by the river froze instantly.