Giants and giant corpses.

The giant looked like a burly man, and the giant corpse had the same height, but was a bloated fat man.

But even a bloated fat man has extraordinary combat effectiveness.

The giant crawled out of the ground, and the huge axe slashed at the giant corpse's head with a piercing sound of breaking wind. The giant corpse roared angrily, his hands raised, and he resisted the axe.

Knock knock!

The villagers laughed excitedly and continued their practice, beating the Soul Drum from time to time.

Han Mo's face changed, he turned his head and flew up.

"Suffer death!"

Four villagers rushed up with strange-style weapons, Han Mo stepped on Youyunbu, the sword light flashed, and four strange-style weapons fell to the ground.

The four women were not afraid, but their eyes showed fierceness, and they pounced on them viciously.

The two hugged their legs, and the two hugged their arms, hugging him to death.

Knock knock!

The drum sounded again, and the combat power of the giant corpse gradually increased, and the giant was a little unable to suppress it. The crocodile broke through the ground and slapped its claws towards the giant corpse's huge head.

The giant corpse raised his hand to block, and the giant held the axe with both hands and pressed it down hard.

The giant corpse roared wildly, struggling fiercely, trying to get out of this predicament. The giant and the crocodile crushed the giant corpse and refused to let him break free.

Han Mo was hugged by four women and pressed to the ground, unable to break free. Four women lifted him up, carried him to the fire, and tied him to a wooden rack.

The old man held the crutch and twisted it vigorously, and the head of the crutch opened a hole, and a scarlet liquid dripped from it, which did not seem to be blood, but had a fishy smell.

The old man pinched Han Mo's chin, as if he wanted to drip the liquid in his mouth.

Han Mo looked embarrassed now, tied to a wooden frame and unable to move.

Bah.

A mouthful of spit sprayed on the old man's face, and the old man stretched out his hand to wipe it, and said with a grim smile: "Boy, you should obediently be a sacrifice to the gods." ”

Han Mo sneered: "Old thing, do you think you can really succeed? ”

"You can't run away anyway."

The old man's face was cold, his crutches kept tapping on the ground, and he said to himself: "We have inherited it for thousands of years, just to protect the gods, and when he sees the light of day again, he will reinvigorate the past style of our people." ”

"Daydreaming!"

Han Mo scolded angrily, and the old man cut his finger with a knife as if he hadn't heard it, drip it on the fire. The flames grew higher and higher, reaching a full two meters.

Han Mo was taken aback, this is too evil.

The strange thing continued, the old man swirling around the fire, and the others knelt beside the fire, holding the sheep's head and chanting strange incantations in their mouths.

Witchcraft is really weird.

Although Han Mo was a disciple of Maoshan, he had no better way to face witchcraft.

The witchcraft known to the world is just a few simple spells. The truly powerful witchcraft is in the hands of the core members of the Wu clan.

As far as the witchcraft performed by the old man in front of him was unheard of, Han Mo had never heard of it.

Zizi ......

The dirt beside the fire gradually turned up, and a dense network of colorful snakes the size of little fingers crawled out and rushed into the fire one after another.

The flames are getting higher and higher, and have reached a height of four or five meters. The little snakes twisted in the fire, gradually moving away. More than ten minutes later, a thumb-sized snake crawled out of the fire, and the snake actually had a snake crown on its head.

The little snake slowly crawled towards Han Mo, Han Mo was a little panicked, "Old thing, what is this?" ”

"The Serpent King sucks your blood, it will grow bigger, and then enter the body of the gods and become one with the gods." The old man didn't even look at Han Mo, and said to himself.

it!

Feeling the little snake slowly crawling up from its right foot, the skin was slightly itchy, and it was very uncomfortable.

Hiss!

The little snake crawled onto Han Mo's shoulder and spat out the letter. Han Mo closed his mouth tightly and didn't dare to open it. The little snake suddenly shot like an arrow, and Han Mo turned his head sharply to dodge the little snake.

struggled hard, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't even lift his true qi, it must be the ghost of the old thing.

Han Mo bit the tip of his tongue, and when the little snake flew for the second time, a mouthful of blood spurted out. The little snake was sprayed with blood, twisted into a twist and fell to the ground.

"Little stake, come out and help."

"You're finally remembering me." Han Mo had a black line on his head, and said angrily: "Little stake, if I don't call you, don't you know how to come out?" ”

Before the words could be spoken, the little stake came out, just pressing the little snake underneath.

The old man was stunned, and the next moment he roared, "You let go, let go of the snake king." ”

The small wooden stake untied the rope that bound Han Mo, and Han Mo fell to the ground with a thud, slowing down for almost half a minute before regaining his strength.

When I picked up the rope, I saw that it was covered with silver needles. No wonder you can't lift your true qi, your acupoints are all sealed, so it's strange that you can lift your true qi.

Han Mo pulled out the Longquan Sword, forced out six purple qi, and attacked the old man.

The old man was shocked and quickly retreated.

The small stake stretched out its twig-like hand, and the vines spread out, entangling the old man and the others.

The old man struggled a little, unable to break free, and put on a look of death. When Han Mo saw their virtue, he was very speechless in his heart, which made him a bad person.

"Little stakes, let go of them!"

"What if they run away?"

Han Mo rolled his eyes, "You don't trust me like that?" ”

The little stake shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't believe you, or I'm worried that they will run away." ”

Depend on!

Han Mo scolded in a low voice, this obviously didn't believe him. Seeing that his face was not good, the little wooden stake quickly let go of the old man and the others. The old man looked at them with resentment in his eyes, "Boy, you are cheating. ”

Syllable!

Han Mo slapped the old man hard, and his teeth flew out with blood.

"Lao Tzu cheats? The old thing, I don't look at what I'm doing. Han Mo scolded viciously, took out the fish intestine short sword, and pointed at the old man's eyebrows, "You want to treat me as a sacrifice, don't you, Lao Tzu have fun with you, see what tricks you can play." ”

The old man grabbed the fish intestine short sword with both hands, and Han Mo hit him in the stomach with a fist. The old man snorted, let go of his hands, and fell to the ground huddled together with his stomach in his arms.

Swish!

At that moment, one of them suddenly sprinkled a handful of powder.

Han Mo immediately held his breath, but even so, he still felt dizzy, and only then did he regain his clarity when he ran his true qi. Seeing their expressions, his heart moved, and he pretended to be weak and fell to the ground.

They helped the old man up, "Patriarch, it's okay. ”

Han Mo's heart moved, he knew that this old thing was not simple, but he didn't expect it to be the patriarch.

They erected Han Mo again, and the small wooden stake branches and leaves stretched over to protect Han Mo. Han Mo glanced at the small wooden stake reproachfully, stood up from the ground, and patted the dust on his body.

"You...... You're not poisoned?! ”

Han Mo said lightly: "If you are not careful when dealing with the people of the Wu Clan, you will have died thousands of times." ”

Bang!

As soon as the words fell, Han Mo smashed the Chaotic Soul Drum with a sword.

When the old men saw this, they looked miserable, and knelt on the ground and wept. The next moment, one by one, they vomited blood and fell to the ground unconscious.

Han Mo walked over, pressed his eyebrows, and released a wisp of true qi into his body, but he didn't find his soul.

What's going on? And then the soul was gone?

Witchcraft is really weird.

Han Mo stood up, picked up the blood-drinking knife and put it away, and with a wave of the Longquan Sword, the sword qi shot out and destroyed the place. Then he said to the little wooden stake: "Go in, cultivate well." ”

The small stake became smaller, hanging Han Mo's belt, and burrowed into the sleeve.

The firewood fell on the old man's corpse and quickly set them on fire. Han Mo walked towards the giant corpse, and with each step, the momentum of his body rose to a new level.

The three flowers gathered on the top, Han Mo's figure flashed, and he killed him directly. The shot was to force out the Nine Purple Qi of the Longquan Sword and roll towards the head of the giant corpse.

Roar!

The giant corpse roared, kicking up dust on the ground.

Han Mo fought with the giant corpse, winning in flexibility. The giants and crocodiles are very large, and almost all of them fight with the giant corpses, and he is the only one who is opportunistic.

(End of chapter)