Long Yiming replied: "Of course I want my life, and I can't lose my face!" ”

I was angry and funny by what he said, saying that it was cynical at best, and that it was not serious at worst. He still thinks it's normal, he really doesn't know what kind of weird temper the other Jiumen generals are, Chang Butong is really right, Long Yiming's weird temper is like an old naughty boy, whether he can accept Runzi or not depends on luck.

Chang Butong said: "It is indeed his luck that Runzi can push you in a short period of time, but if you are fine, will there be this result, I have already advised you, you are all old people, like a young man, the face is young, but your body will accelerate the collapse, listen to me, stop the medicine quickly." Also, Brother Long, how can you go back on what you promised, and let outsiders talk about our nine gates in the future. ”

"Isn't it embarrassing for me, alas......" Long Yiming was like an old child, his straight waist gradually bent down, and squatted on the ground.

"Choose one of the two, you want to stop the medicine, or you don't accept apprentices, you choose yourself." Chang Butong ignored him, left this choice and turned to leave.

"Okay, good, I'll choose...... I'll choose ......," Long Yiming replied.

Chang Butong turned around and asked, "Which one to choose?" ”

Long Yiming unhurriedly picked up Runzi from the hot spring and walked into the distance, not forgetting to shout loudly: "Accept the apprentice!" Apprentices! ”

"This old man ......" Chang Butong smiled helplessly.

Suddenly, the hot spring water began to boil, and the small water spout turned out a bowl-sized blister, and the "goo-goo-goo" was bubbling hot.

This was followed by the movement of the black coffin, and the smell of burning. It turned out that those purple Dao talismans were burned and rolled up, some of them were burned to black, and some of them had fallen off. At the same time, Qin Ling also raised dozens of decibels, and the spell in his mouth resounded through the cave, reaching straight into his ears.

Chang Butong hurriedly asked me to avoid it, ran to stand ten steps away from the black coffin alone, took off his glasses, leaned forward slightly, and looked ahead intently with his right eye.

How could I be so obedient, since I came, how could I miss such a good show, so I found a hidden place, the large stone pillar next to the statue of the god, and looked at it intently.

"The deadline has come, and the corpse is about to pull out the corpse needle...... Daoist Qin, he must extinguish the incense before it is extinguished. Chang Butong's right eye had already seen the situation inside the coffin, and reminded Qin Ling loudly.

Qin Ling didn't reply, and continued to chant the spell, but it didn't seem to have any effect at all, until the purple Dao talisman was all scorched and fell off, and the corpse needle outside the black coffin began to slowly pull out. He jumped up, clamped the necropper needle under his armpit, held it with both hands, and walked into a bow, which stopped the trend slightly, but it only lasted a few seconds, and his body was carried outward by the necropper needle, and the sound of the soles of his feet rubbing against the stone surface was endless.

Chang Butong saw it in his eyes, anxious in his heart, and saw that the corpse needle was about to be pulled out, so he wanted to step forward to help. At this time, Long Yiming rushed towards the stone platform like a heavy missile, grabbed the mortem needle at the other end of the black coffin, and retracted it back to barely fix it.

"It's not good, the corpse is going to break the coffin, quickly use the rope to tie the corpse......" Chang Butong shouted loudly again.

I saw Qin volley make a move, took off his robe in three or two clicks, pulled out a golden thick rope from his waist, and threw it to Long Yiming. After Long Yiming took over, he grabbed the corpse needle with his left hand, and raised the rope head above his head with his right hand, while Qin Ling quickly ran to the middle of the black coffin, and passed through the bottom flexibly, and after wrapping it twice, he tied the two rope heads firmly into a dead knot, and the corpse needle stopped twitching.

It was this series of movements that Qin Ling was so tired that he couldn't stand steadily. Later, I learned that since the black coffin was transported to the stone temple, he began to cast spells and chant spells, and he hadn't closed his eyes for a day and a night. It's a pity that Qin Ling is old, if he hadn't been able to support himself, he wouldn't have let the corpse in the coffin have a chance to take advantage of.

"Mr. Chang, how is it now, is it controlled?" Long Yiming asked Chang Butong.

"There is a lot of white smoke in the coffin, you can't see it clearly, don't let go, the corpse needle must not be pulled out." Chang Butong reminded again.

Long Yiming said: "You just have a hundred hearts, or go and see Daoist Qin, he doesn't seem to be able to support it." ”

Chang Butong focused his eyes on Qin Ling's body, and saw that the blood veins in his whole body were not smooth, and a cold breath was stuck in his throat.

"Hurry up and get off the hot spring ......," Chang Butong beckoned to Qin Ling.

Qin Ling gasped, let go of his hand, staggered towards the hot spring entrance, and used his last strength to dip his head into the hot spring. At this moment, the black coffin emitted a violent agitation, like a boiling kettle, the coffin lid kept vibrating, and from time to time white smoke was emitted from both ends, the smell was so bad that even I could smell the smell of rotting flesh where I was, not to mention the sound of the dragon.

Long Yiming held his breath until his face turned red, the white smoke intensified, he was almost surrounded by smoke, even if he had strength, he couldn't resist the attack of smoke, the choking smell made his tears flow, so he shouted: "Mr. Chang, I can't stand it, you ...... on top"

After speaking, Long Yiming rushed out of the white smoke and washed his face with hot spring water, like a long drought and rain.

Chang Butong was helpless, rubbed his sore right eye, and was not trapped by the white smoke, and Long Yiming helped Qin Ling and walked to the depths of the cave.

What can I do about this, it seems that they all underestimated the power of the corpse, but I can see that I forgot that I am still here, I am afraid it is too late to leave now, the white smoke has spread in front of me, fortunately, there is a big stone pillar for a while.

I was thinking about how to get out, when suddenly, there was a loud bang from the direction of the stone platform, the sound of metal and the stone wall crashing, followed by the murmur of falling stones.

I hid behind the big stone pillar, the white smoke had enveloped my whole body, I buried my head in front of my chest and shrunk into a ball, in a trance, there seemed to be a terrifying scene in front of my eyes: the corpse finally broke out of the coffin, dancing wildly with white and thin nails, the iron green and withered face was hideous and terrifying, the big mouth of the blood basin was like a lion and tiger, the sharp fangs were comparable to that of a jackal, the bean-sized eyes were slipping and turning, the figure of the tiger's back was like an iron bucket, and the body of the Tsing Yi Su cloth was evil, and a breath of black gas was spit out, and he wanted to greedily suck human blood, If you don't tear people's throats, you will never give up.

Luckily, this was all my imagination and didn't happen in reality.

I only felt a gust of wind blowing behind me, raging in the cave, and after a while, the white smoke around me gradually thinned, and I peeked to see that there was no one else in the cave, and the stone platform was a mess, and the black coffin had been torn into pieces, and there was no trace of the corpse.

The silence made me even more uneasy, but the surroundings seemed to be back to normal, and I wished the corpse was gone, and I didn't want to die at its hands.