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Before escaping, Murong Cao smiled when he saw the rabbit, revealing two large sharp teeth.

No matter how cute a pet is, it becomes especially terrifying when it shows an almost human expression.

Murong Cao's female intuition told her that something was wrong, if all this just now was seen by this rabbit, and it was conveyed to its true owner through some channel, then no matter how good the other party's cultivation was, she would not be able to calm down anymore.

Secrets should be buried in the ground, and if they are unfortunate enough to be known, then only the dead can keep them.

Well, this sentence may not apply to the people of Wuyimen, but most people will think so.

After calculating one thought after another, Murong Cao effortlessly came to the conclusion that they would be wiped out.

"Can't let that rabbit run away!"

Murong Cao's voice became a little higher, like a singer who was not skilled enough to sing until the climax broke the note.

Yang Muqing also realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately chased him out.

But when he chased to the door of the villa, the picture that caught his eye made him feel that his breath was stagnant.

Monk Musheng was wearing a snow-white monk's robe, with wide sleeves fluttering with the night breeze, which seemed to be contaminated with a lot of dark breath, he was holding a wooden fish in his hand, and he was knocking in an orderly manner, his eyes were not open, but his body was facing the direction of Yang Muqing, which was not bad at all.

Five or six rabbits had gathered at his feet, each of their blood-red eyes glowing with a cold, greedy light.

As the sound of his wooden fish struck faster and faster, more gray rabbits rushed out from all directions, scrambling to move forward, and in the blink of an eye, they formed piles.

The scene in front of me is indescribably absurd and funny, but it is also indescribably dangerous.

Yang Muqing reacted as quickly as he could, pulled out the "Suixin" pinned to his waist, injected spiritual power, and quickly laid a line of defense around the villa, and golden light erupted from the soil, forming a circular shape in the air.

Li Hang cautiously looked at the aperture through the window and exclaimed: "It seems that Sun Monkey used a golden hoop stick to draw a talisman circle for Tang Seng, amazing!" ”

Murong Cao and Yang Muqing have more combat experience together, and they can see that the other party is by no means a good person, and there is a hidden worry on their faces, although she knows that Yang Muqing is more powerful than before after this retreat, but she still can't see the level of the two.

Wang Sanfang was indifferent, "appreciating" the special effects in front of him like looking at a diorama.

Niu Hao came to his senses completely, staring at Monk Musheng's eyes mixed with explicit hatred.

"The art of conservation, Wuyimen, who are you Bodhi?"

Monk Musheng is not an idle person, and he can see at a glance that this is the most powerful defensive technique of the Wuyi Sect that has risen in recent years.

"Yang Muqing, the fourth generation disciple of Wuyimen."

Monk Mu Sheng smiled dumbly: "I thought you were Bodhizi's senior brother or something, but it turned out to be this kid's apprentice." ”

The contempt in the words is very obvious, since he is an apprentice, his ability must be limited, and it is not enough to be troubled.

Yang Muqing naturally understood, but he didn't get angry, because he was indeed inferior to Bodhizi's ability, and he was not afraid.

He stepped his peachwood sword forward to show his attitude of defending it to the end.

"Although you will inevitably be troubled by Bodhi in the future, you will all die here today."

Monk Musheng waved the wooden fish forward, like the baton of an orchestra, and the gray rabbits scurrying under his feet rushed like a tide like a villa.

The art of conservation is a defensive technique that gathers the surrounding five elements to form a defensive technique, the power is extraordinary, the original power of the gray rabbits is suppressed, and they can only use their own weight to impact, and the sound of the meat ball being bounced back by the invisible barrier is endless.

But even so, the undead rabbits are not extraordinary, each weighing two or three times the weight of ordinary rabbits, rushing into the past in pairs, and some places where the space elements are weaker will be washed out of the big holes like balloons, these rabbits are smart, and after seeing the thickness of the qi wall, they begin to concentrate their firepower on those weaker places, although they can't be broken for a while, but it is really a question how long Yang Muqing's new hand can last.

Fortunately, Yang Muqing was inclined to practice the art of guardianship, and not only prepared this barrier.

With a stroke of his mind, the original protective qi wall that was already a little crumbling gave birth to flames, these flames are not really burning open flames, but pure yang energy between heaven and earth, the undead rabbit is a yin thing, roasted by this yang energy, and suddenly screamed, and the timid ones did not dare to move forward.

Monk Musheng knew that he had underestimated the enemy, and he no longer wanted to attack from both ends, and he didn't care about the life or death of the undead rabbit, and put all his energy on the young man in front of him.

Although Monk Musheng looks like a monk, he is not practicing Buddhism, he smiled and knocked on the wooden fish very rhythmically, three long and one short, Yang Muqing's face changed, and he heard that this was a signal to summon the Yin Army, and the peach wood sword stabbed out bravely, cutting through the night wind, and directly hitting Monk Musheng's wrist.

This sword was faster than lightning, and Monk Musheng found that he couldn't dodge!

In a hurry, he leaped backwards like a hoof, but the castration of the wooden sword was not damaged, and as if it had been calculated in advance, a long bloody streak was drawn on his wrist.

"Hey, it's so fresh, it turns out that my blood is still red, but unfortunately it's astringent and bitter."

Monk Musheng licked the wound on his wrist and tasted his own blood absently.

Yang Muqing didn't wait for him to rest, he took off, and the sword momentum came again, this time directly hitting Monk Musheng's other wrist.

"Do you think I'm going to be able to talk?"

Monk Musheng knew that his swordsmanship was powerful, and he knew that he couldn't dodge, so he didn't dodge, but used his already injured wrist to block another sword.

"Click."

A severed hand fell to the grass.

Monk Mu Sheng's severed hand was bleeding and looked very embarrassed, but his casual expression made Yang Muqing feel a little chilled.

Sure enough, in less than five seconds, a new hand grew at the location of the severed hand of the Musheng monk at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And the severed hand that he had fallen on the grass was like a dead leaf, melted with the wind.

"You're enchanted?"

Yang Muqing has not seen demons, but it is the first time he has seen a person who has entered the devil in the body of a living person.

"You can't hurt me if you don't want to."

The wooden fish was struck again, and the last note was complete, and the sound of the wooden fish spread between the mountains, circling the trees three times.

There was a rustling sound on the grave mountain, as if something had been alarmed.

In the sound of wooden fish like a talisman, the villagers of Chiyang Village woke up one by one, and they pushed open the doors and windows, their eyes as if they were about to stare out of their sockets.

The white shadows on the tomb mountain are bursting, ghostly, densely packed like a carp crossing the river.

I don't know who opened the throat first, followed by the sound of chickens and dogs barking one after another.

"Haunted! Ghost—"