Chapter 151: Zhang Yang's Injury (1st Update)

As soon as Ye Zhengyang's words fell, he saw six ragged and unkempt men standing up from behind the coffin.

The six men were all covered with yin qi, and a strong aura of death filled the entire chamber, their eyes emitting a strange red light, and they emitted an eerie smile.

"Not good!"

Seeing these six strange people, Ye Zhengyang said: "These people should have come with Lao Cang, they are already dead, but they are occupied by the remnants of the souls in these coffins. ”

Before Ye Zhengyang's words were finished, he saw the six strange people bounce up on the spot and catapult towards the three of them.

"Everyone spread out, each one smashed!"

Ye Zhengyang woke up with a kick, and then rushed out with the Demon Sword in his hand, stopping two of them.

Ye Zhengyang's demon sword slashed at those strange people, making a "clanging" sound, which was endless.

Li Haoran and Zhang Yang also faced the remaining four weirdos.

The folding fan in Li Haoran's hand turned into a long sword again, and although he blocked the two strange people, he was forced to retreat step by step.

And Zhang Yang is okay and can draw with them.

These strange men were so fast that they were constantly running to and fro, and the three of them were overwhelmed, and their bodies were like bronze cast iron, and their swords were difficult to hurt.

Ye Zhengyang's eyes froze, he pinched the law with one hand, and read in his mouth: "The Immortal, the Taishang Edict, the disciple of the Daomen, slaying demons and demons, the divine sword in hand, frozen for ten miles, the five elements of heaven and earth, gather my body, break it with a sword, and show its might!" ”

As Ye Zhengyang's law decision was finished, he saw a large amount of cold air coming out from the Demon Sword, almost freezing the air.

As the cold spread, the two strange people in front of Ye Zhengyang were immediately frozen in the air, still maintaining a state of attack.

The cold air did not stop, but spread to the surroundings, and even Li Haoran and Zhang Yang and the four strange people who fought against them froze on the ground together.

Ye Zhengyang retracted the magic sword, and pressed his hands into claws on the top of the two strange people's heads.

"Taishang primitive, the underworld, the Lingbao edict, the power of the gods, the remnant soul out of the body, there must be no mistakes, urgent as the law!"

After Ye Zhengyang's incantation was recited, his claws quickly left the top of the strange man's head, only to see two transparent remnant souls in his palms.

"Whew"

Two flames erupted from Ye Zhengyang's palm at the same time, burning the remnant soul.

The two remnants squeaked.

About five minutes later, the two remnant souls were burned into nothingness by Ye Zhengyang's flames.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Zhengyang detained the other four remnant souls and burned them in turn.

"Click"

Ye Zheng is masculine

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As soon as he finished doing all this, the ice in the chamber suddenly shattered and dissipated.

Li Haoran and Zhang Yang also regained their freedom, rubbing their faces and hands.

"I said Little Leaf!"

Zhang Yang's voice trembled and complained: "Next time you make another big move, can you notify me in advance?" ”

"Ahh

"You want to freeze us to death!"

Ye Zhengyang touched his nose and said with a smile: "It happened suddenly, I forgot!" ”

"Be sure to pay attention next time!"

Li Haoran also smiled bitterly, although he and Zhang Yang were both frozen, their minds were not frozen, and they could still see the situation in front of them.

"Zhengyang!"

Li Haoran took out hot air to warm his hands, and asked, "What should I do with these six corpses?" ”

Ye Zhengyang did not hesitate, and immediately said: "Burn it, so as not to have another accident!" ”

Ye Zhengyang said and took out a talisman, shook it gently, and the talisman paper spontaneously combusted without fire, and then threw the burning talisman paper on the corpses of the six clubs gathered together, and the corpses ignited a raging fire.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the corpses of the six clubs thoughtfully.

"Zhengyang, what's wrong?"

Li Haoran asked when he saw Ye Zhengyang frowning and thinking.

Ye Zhengyang pointed to the corpses and said, "According to Lao Cang, there are seven people in their group besides Lao Cang, and the leader is a mole. ”

"But now there are only six corpses, and the mole is not among them, so where has he gone?"

"Hiss"

After listening to Ye Zhengyang's words, Li Haoran also realized that something was wrong.

"What do you care about him so much?"

And Zhang Yang said indifferently: "Maybe the mole is in the burial chamber inside!" ”

"Otherwise, how could he get that jade pendant?"

"Hmm!"

Li Haoran said: "That's right. ”

"Let's go!"

Li Haoran clapped his hands and said, "The front should be the main tomb!" ”

"Whoosh"

At this moment, suddenly a black shadow rushed out from behind the coffin and ran towards another stone door.

"Chase!"

Ye Zhengyang greeted the two of them and chased forward.

"Boom"

When they chased less than fifty meters away from the stone gate, suddenly the black shadow stood still in front of the stone gate, and at the same time let out an eerie laugh towards the three of them.

"Suffer death!"

Zhang Yang shouted angrily, grabbed the long sword and rushed over.

"Be careful!"

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Li Haoran hurriedly shouted and reached out to grab Zhang Yang.

But Zhang Yang's speed was too fast, and Li Haoran immediately caught it.

I saw that the black shadow slapped on the stone door, and the stone door "clicked" to open a gap.

A black shadow passed through the gap, and then a number of arrows were shot from the stone door, the tips of which shone with a blue sheen, apparently quenched with poison.

"Mom!"

Seeing countless arrows shooting, Zhang Yang screamed and covered his head and lay on the ground.

Zhang Yang lay on the ground and constantly dodged the attack of this arrow.

The arrow shot for three minutes before it stopped.

"Oops, it hurts me!"

Zhang Yang lay on the ground and snorted miserably.

Ye Zhengyang and Li Haoran hurriedly stepped forward to check.

I saw that although Zhang Yang dodged most of the arrows, he was not injured, but his leg was shot by the arrows.

Zhang Yang gasped a few times, and scolded weakly: "His grandmother, the wind and waves have come, but the boat capsized here, it doesn't make sense......"

While speaking, Ye Zhengyang saw that Zhang Yang's face was a little blue, and even his lips were a little purple.

Li Haoran leaned over to take a look, immediately raised his eyebrows, and said, "Not good!" Poison on the arrows! ”

Hearing this, Ye Zhengyang was startled, Zhang Yang cried even more, his breathing became heavier again, and he said depressedly: "No, I can't die yet, there are so many sisters waiting for me, I haven't played enough, I don't want to be reimbursed in this place......"

"The poison on this arrow is very powerful, and it must be detoxified as soon as possible!"

Li Haoran said, stretched out his fingers, and quickly clicked a few times on Zhang Yang's several big acupoints, temporarily sealing his acupoints so that the toxins would no longer spread.

Li Haoran began to help Zhang Yang detoxify without panic, he first took out a small black bottle, took out a few pills from it, and stuffed them into Zhang Yang's mouth.

Then he pulled out the arrows on Zhang Yang's legs one by one.

Fortunately, the arrows were too old, some of them had decayed, and the wound that pierced the leg was not very deep, and it did not hurt the bone.

When he pulled out those arrows, Zhang Yang kept screaming, making Li Haoran move lightly, saying that he was not poisoned, and he would die of pain after a while.

After pulling out those arrows, Li Haoran took out some more medicinal powder and sprinkled it on the black wound, then tore his tattered Taoist robe and bandaged Zhang Yang's wound briefly.

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