Seeing him so resolute, Su Jiping couldn't open his mouth to say anything, so he could only stand in place with a heavy heart and watch the dynamics of the weasel father and son.

At this moment, Uncle Huang's father and son, who were caught in the formation, were about to be covered by layers of golden light.

I saw that those golden lights seemed to have a great restraint effect on them, and wherever the golden light was prosperous, they could only dodge back and forth in embarrassment.

In this way, it didn't take long for Uncle Huang's father and son to gradually become a little physically exhausted.

At this critical moment, Uncle Huang began to keep emitting green mist from his body, and this green mist burst out of his body, constantly confronting the surrounding golden light.

When the Golden Light Bagua Array met Uncle Huang's resistance, instead of showing a little sign of collapse, it suddenly became richer and brighter, and in this way, the Bagua Array could actually strengthen its power on its own.

Uncle Huang shouted unto be outdone, and the green mist on his body became thicker and thicker, but it was obvious that his body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that the pressure he was under should not be underestimated.

"Haha." Seeing this, the little Taoist priest hugged his shoulders with his hands and smiled: "It's useless, the fearless struggle will only make you scattered, if you don't want to die, you better come and surrender to me." ”

Surrender? What does that mean?

Could it be that the little Taoist priest wants to capture this weasel alive?

So what exactly is his purpose?

The little Taoist priest's seemingly unintentional words caused an uproar in Su Jiping's heart.

After a moment of stunnedness, Uncle Huang, who was trapped in the formation, suddenly turned around, he suddenly opened his bloody mouth and rushed in the direction of the little Taoist priest and Su Jiping, and let out an extremely poignant and piercing roar with a hideous face: "Woo ho ..... "

The defenseless little Taoist priest and Su Jiping were shocked by Uncle Huang's roar, and the two hurriedly reached out to cover their ears, grinning and falling to the ground and rolling.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or not, not long after Uncle Huang let out a terrible roar, I saw that the sky suddenly became a little darker again, and suddenly the wind suddenly rose, and the pouring rain also followed one after another.

At that time, Su Jiping was also very scared in his heart, for fear that Uncle Huang would break through the formation and come to take revenge on him, so he desperately blocked his ears and hid his head in a pile of dead grass and leaves, and he didn't even dare to open his eyes.

I don't know how long this terrifying situation lasted, and when Su Jiping noticed that his surroundings were slowly quieting down, he secretly pulled his head out of a pile of rotten grass blades with a slight weakness.

Standing up tremblingly, Su Jiping looked forward with a probe and found that Uncle Huang and his youngest son, who had just been there, were no longer there.

Discovering this situation, Su Jiping not only did not feel relaxed, on the contrary, he suddenly felt a depression in his heart for no reason, as for why he suddenly felt this way, I am afraid that even he himself can't say.

In a state of apprehension, Su Jiping seemed to smell a disgusting smell of burnt and rotten rot in the air around him.

"What does this smell like? Why does it stink! ”

Su Jiping subconsciously shook his nose for a while, and when he was sure that there was indeed an unknown smell wafting in the air, he was disgusted and sick to his stomach, so he almost vomited out on the spot, he hurriedly pinched his nose, and barely stopped this decline.

finally held his breath, but what Su Jiping never expected was that there was a person standing not far in front of him, and that person was standing with his back to him, so he didn't know who that person was.

"Small. Trail Chief, it's you..."

There is no way, without the leadership of the little Taoist priest in this wilderness, Su Jiping may not be able to get out of here safely, so even if the smell of the air around him is so smoky that he wants to vomit, he can only open his mouth and shout.

"Be quiet!"

Just as Su Jiping stretched his neck to look at the person in front of him, suddenly a big hand quickly stretched out from behind his back, and then tightly covered his mouth.

Su Jiping, who had no psychological defense, was startled, and he judged in his voice that the person who spoke behind him was the real little Taoist.

Then the question is, who is the person in front of you?

Seeing that Su Jiping finally quieted down, the little Taoist priest withdrew his palm and walked around to him to signal him not to speak yet.

Su Jiping nodded, indicating that he understood, and then stood in place with the little Taoist priest and watched the suspicious person in front of him.

The two watched for a while, and seeing that the person in front of them had never made the next move, the little Taoist priest finally whispered a little uncontrollably: "What do you say that person is doing?" ”

"How do I know?" Su Jiping put his hand in front of his mouth and whispered, "Don't care who he is, anyway, I always think he's not a good person, what do you think?" ”

The little Taoist priest thought thoughtfully, and shook his head slightly, "Before the matter is clear, you can't judge it arbitrarily, so it's better for me to go first...."

Before the little Taoist priest's words were finished, Su Jiping suddenly stretched out his hand in the direction of the jungle with a frightened face, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I just saw something flying back and forth in the woods!" ”

"Flying back and forth?"

The little Taoist priest cheered up his spirit, stared at the woods for a while, and saw that there was nothing abnormal, before turning his head and asking Su Jiping: "You won't be dazzled, right?" Where is something flying back and forth? ”

As soon as the words fell, the little Taoist priest seemed to suddenly realize: "Oh, I know, it shouldn't be a few little birds you saw just now, right?" ”

"Little birds?"

Su Jiping trembled and waved his hand at him: "You can pull it quickly, I see that the body of that thing is quite big, it doesn't look like a bird at all, you want to say that it is a pig." ”

"Poof... Whew..."

This statement obviously caught the little Taoist a little off guard, and he couldn't help laughing directly.

Realizing that he was a little out of shape, he hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, but from his red face, it could still be seen that he was smiling very hard.

Su Jiping saw that he didn't seem to believe it, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand and made a random comparison: "Hey, I'm not joking with you, I'm talking very seriously, that Ying'er's size is really similar to that of a pig!" ”

The little Taoist priest held back a smile and made a silent gesture to him, and then tiptoed with a peachwood sword in his hand to go over and find out for himself.

But who knew that just when he had just taken a step or two, a bright and dazzling lightning suddenly burst out of thin air in the dim sky, and the light brought by this lightning instantly illuminated the entire dark night as if it were day.

In such a short moment, the little Taoist priest and Su Jiping saw at the same time that there was a person in a white cloak standing in front of them, although this person was facing away from them, but his head was indeed very strange towards them.

This man's face was extremely pale, a red, long tongue actually reached the position of his neck, his white clothes were stained with many scattered blood spots, and there were countless scars on his neck and body, which made people look at it, and only felt that his scalp was numb and creepy.

Where did this corpse come from?

Who got it?

Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Rao is little Taoist priest couldn't calm down, and he couldn't help but start talking to himself in shock: "What a fucking evil man!" Who did this? ”

The little Taoist priest can still be calm, but Su Jiping does not have such a good psychological quality, he was so frightened that he sat on the ground, trembling and stretched out his hand to point in the direction of the jungle, and yelled: "Ghost! Ghost! There are ghosts! ”

Looking in the direction of his finger, he saw many dead people in white clothes hanging from the trees around them, and these dead people began to sway when they were blown by the wind, and they really looked like flying creatures from a distance.

It's no wonder that Su Jiping just said that he saw a lot of things flying around in the jungle, and it turned out that this was not a flying pig, but some people who had been hanged.

"Whew!"

The little Taoist exhaled a heavy breath, and after carefully distinguishing them, he felt that their situation was no different from the dead corpse in front of him.

The two of them were in great shock, and suddenly the sky darkened again, and everything returned to its previous state.

Although the night sky has returned to its previous appearance, the mood of the two is different.

Su Jiping shouted to leave here quickly, but the little Taoist priest did not follow, saying that he couldn't leave so unexplained.

He had to go to the dead body and examine it, saying that he could find any clues of such a vision.

Su Jiping didn't have the courage to accompany the little Taoist priest to look at the corpse, and he was even less interested in seeing such an obscure and evil thing, so he chose to wait in place and let the little Taoist go over to check the corpse by himself.

The little Taoist priest relied on his fine channel method and approached the dead corpse in front of him, only to find that this corpse was standing in the air without any attachment, he was cold in his heart, and was secretly surprised: "Huh! Could it be that someone behind the scenes is secretly manipulating these unintelligent corpses? ”

Boldly circled around the corpse, and the little Taoist priest soon noticed something unusual.

Because with the experience of walking the rivers and lakes in the past few years, there is obviously a bit of demonic energy left on this corpse.

I thought it was man-made, but I never expected it to be related to monsters in the end.

The little Taoist priest took out a spirit rune from his body and put it on the chest of the corpse, just as he wanted to verify his guess, but unexpectedly, the moment the corpse touched the spirit rune, it suddenly exploded, and the minced flesh was mixed with a lot of demonic energy, and the little Taoist priest was shrouded tightly.

Worst! Hit the trick!

Shouting in his heart that something was wrong, the little Taoist priest quickly retreated, and finally staggered back a few meters away, "Ahem...."

The little Taoist priest stood with his sword, coughing very violently, and he was about to take out the elixir from his arms in a daze, but found that there was a dark black mark on his palm out of thin air.

After a moment of stunnedness, before the little Taoist priest could come to his senses, the black mark had already merged into his meridians, and it had disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing this, the little Taoist priest was immediately frightened, and when he looked closely, there was nothing on his palm.

"It's over."

In a panic, he took out a few pills from his arms and took them, and he didn't care about the dampness and dirtiness on the ground, the little Taoist priest sat directly on the ground and began to use his internal strength to run the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Su Jiping didn't know why, seeing that he still had the heart to meditate and practice here, while secretly complaining in his heart, he hurriedly stepped forward to beckon him to leave together.

But who knows, when Su Jiping's palm touched the little Taoist's shoulder, he was violently bounced out by the true qi in his body.

At the same time, the little Taoist spurted out a mouthful of turbid blood, and his face instantly turned pale.