The Bloodhellbeast was sent to Hell and returned to its rightful place.

The corpse keeper looked blankly at the direction in which the Blood Prison Beast had disappeared, a little puzzled, and then became extremely angry, and his already blood-red eyes widened.

His terrifying look shook my heart, as if a powerful crisis had come over us.

A 'ho-ho-ho' voice came from the corpse keeper's throat, and he seemed to be trying to say something, but he didn't make it clear.

My father smacked at each other: "If you die, you will die, and if you die, you won't stop, and you dare to show off your power with Lao Tzu?" ”

We didn't understand what the corpse keeper was saying, but the corpse keeper understood my father's words, and there was another 'ho-ho-ho'.

There was anger in his zombie expression, there was struggle, and something called madness in it.

What made me strange was that my father actually understood again, and he said disdainfully: "If you have any ability, just show it directly, don't grind, do you think I don't know that you are buying time for that kid?" ”

The corpse keeper's terrifying face finally showed an inexplicable expression of horror, which made his face even more terrifying.

He looked up in some surprise and raised his arms again, and with the lifting of his arms, the thousands of coffins actually began to shake at the same time.

What did I see?

I saw countless arms of different colors poking out of the coffin at the same time, grabbing the edge of the coffin, trying to crawl out.

These arms are purple, yellow, white, and black.

Some even had only a skeleton of bones left, not even a trace of flesh and blood.

They collectively followed the movements of the corpse keeper and clung to the edge of the coffin, as if as long as they climbed out, it would be victory.

The corpse keeper was obviously obvious, and the whole person was like a weightlifter who was overexerting himself and was stuck in the final clean and jerk.

His breath was rapid, with a palpable hint of extreme difficulty in wheezing.

His arms were raised above his shoulders, but not above his head, just as the corpses' arms were on the edge of the coffin and they couldn't climb up.

A thousand corpses moved at the same time, what was that scene? Anyway, my scalp is numb at this time, and I can't imagine what kind of consequences these corpses will be once they crawl out.

My father obviously didn't dare to imagine it, so he did it before the corpse keeper succeeded in getting the bodies out of the coffin.

The swift movement, the sharp kick, kicked directly in the chest of the corpse keeper without hindrance.

The corpse keeper staggered back a few steps, still raising his arms. My father's kick hurt him, but it didn't stop him at all.

He still tried to raise his arms high, and the arms in the thousands of coffins were also slowly extending out of the coffin, as if there were signs of crawling out of the coffin at all times, and I even saw dozens of arms that had completely extended out of the coffin, and several vicious-looking heads had revealed their ugly faces.

"Stop for Lao Tzu!"

My father roared, jumped in front of the corpse keeper, raised the corpse keeper high with both hands, and in a flash, came to the entrance of the village, held the corpse keeper high, and threw him out of the village entrance!

The picture spun rapidly in front of me, and I even felt like the world was turned upside down in an instant.

The image of the ruins of the ancestral hall gradually took shape in front of me, and the corpse of the corpse keeper was also thrown into the ruins by my father, and the thousands of coffins were reversed in one direction, and the corpses that had already crawled halfway back again.

I found that my father was so strong, but he only threw the corpse keeper into the ruins, and he never stepped into the ruins.

Could it be that there is anything in this ruin?

The corpse keeper's body struggled in the ruins, slowly getting up, but he didn't dare to step forward, he looked at my father hesitantly, a little afraid!

A corpse that is not afraid of death can actually show a look of fear, which has to make me feel a different feeling, it turns out that in this world, all creatures are afraid of death.

"You're not the real ghost pig, you're not my opponent, ghost pig, come out!"

My father pointed at the corpse keeper and said indifferently into the air: "Although I may not be able to beat you, it should be enough for you to make such a disgusting thing to consume my strength here."

I'm not going to make a move, but if it comes out, it's going to die! ”

I was shocked in my heart, was the ghost pig he shouted the young man who was nailed to death by the corpse nail before?

That young man seems to be the messenger of this small Yizhuang, it should be, after we collapsed this ancestral hall, only this corpse keeper appeared, where did the messenger go?

Obviously, the real ghost pig in my father's mouth was him.

"Boom! Are you waiting for me? ”

A ghostly voice came from all directions, making me feel cold.

"Fuck off! Don't use this magic against me, you know this thing is useless! ”

My father yelled at the surroundings, and the original coldness was instantly shaken away.

"Full of yang? Your strength should be in the top ten in this world! ”

After the ghost pig was scolded by my father, its voice was no longer surging in all directions, but became a line, directly into our ears.

"I'll look at it again, and the soul will continue? What a clever technique! The master who grafted your soul is so powerful, I'm afraid it should be the top three in this world, so powerful! ”

The ghost pig said in some surprise.

Chao Youxi looked at my father with some surprise after hearing this: "I have long heard that Mr. Rong comprehended the three clears of one qi many years ago, and actually realized the wonderful meaning of it, and studied a kind of soul grafting Dafa, which is famous in the Three Realms.

And after Mr. Rong studied this, the first object to perform the Soul Grafting Dafa was actually his master!

He turned a wisp of remnant soul into three souls and seven spirits, reincarnated into reincarnation, and cultivated for another life.

Is there really such a thaumaturgy in this world? ”

My father's face finally changed a little, and after a long time, he said angrily, "Ghost pig, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you think you can disturb my mind in this way? I'm Ou Chuqun, okay, my tricks have been seen through by me, don't use your ghost magic or illusion to deal with me anymore, it's useless, just show up! ”

"Hahaha! Okay, what a Ou Chuqun! Since you don't want to admit it, then you go and die! ”

The business of the ghost pig fell, and the ruins of the entire ancestral hall made an earth-shattering sound, and countless ruins of mud and sand, countless bricks and sawdust all floated up automatically.

Among those floating objects, a thin figure appeared!

Ghost pigs! It's finally here! R1148