According to reliable sources, in recent days, those lay disciples of Maoshan who died unexpectedly were killed at night, and then their bodies were found the next day.

Judging from all the circumstances, the cranes in the clouds will come out at night during the day and will come out on time at night.

After learning of this, Li Zhuang and Yunnan Zi strengthened their protection of the middle-aged man.

It is understood that this middle-aged man is the only disciple of the outer sect of Maoshan in Laiyang City today.

There is a small road in the market that has disappeared, and tomorrow the middle-aged man will definitely die.

After nightfall, a terrifying atmosphere enveloped the vicinity of Laiyang City, and at the same time, the dark night sky added a different color to Laiyang City for no reason.

At this time, in a bare grove on the southern outskirts of Laiyang City, a young man in his twenties sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

At the same time, the young man pointed at his hands and spoke eloquently.

Young people are at the age of flowers, but young people don't have the faces of flowers. On the contrary, the appearance of young people is very ugly.

Two years ago, the young man was just as handsome as a normal young man.

However, in order to cultivate a forbidden art of gods and ghosts, the young man did not hesitate to sacrifice his appearance and turned himself into what he is now.

His face was covered with poisonous sores, which were connected in patches and spread all the way to the base of his ear.

If the young man takes off his clothes, you will find that his body is already crawling with poisonous sores at this time.

When those poisonous sores attack, they are extremely itchy and painful.

In order to quench the itching, the young man had already scratched his skin with countless scars, which accumulated into pieces and gradually turned into pus, which was full of blood and pus.

Whenever the young man uses a needle to break the blood pus on his body, the young man will feel very comfortable. Especially when he washes away the blood pus that remains on his body in the hot water, he will feel like he has been reborn.

However, every time the poisonous sores attacked, it was as if the young man had fallen from heaven to hell again.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, just as the young man sat cross-legged, the skin on his body began to itch again.

The young man could not bear it anymore and lay on the ground tossing and turning. At the same time, the young man's dirty hands began to grasp his body, and the expression on his face was extremely painful.

This kind of poisonous sore attacks are only between the bones and flesh of the person, that is, the itchy flesh does not itch the skin.

If it's itchy skin, it's fine for a young man to scratch it, but if it's an itch, it's useless for a young man to scratch his skin.

If the young man wants to keep it from itching, there is only one way, and that is for the young man to cut off the flesh from his body piece by piece, or the young man can scrape off the itchy bone bit by bit with a blade.

Undoubtedly, if this is done, it will only increase the suffering of young men and make them more uncomfortable.

The sores flare up every other day, and each attack lasts for half an hour.

However, in the past two days, the young man's progress in refining the Divine Ghost Forbidden Technique was a bit too fast, and now the poisonous sores could not be stopped without an hour.

An hour later, the young man had already scratched out several holes in his body, and a large amount of blood poured out of those holes, staining the young man's green robe bright red.

The young man supported the ground with his hands, slowly got up from the ground, and struggled to his feet.

Then, the young man exhaled deeply, looked at the large cemetery in front of him, and a heart-wrenching wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Yunnanzi, it's all because you hurt me to become like this, it's you, it's you who made me like this......" The roar of a crane in the clouds came from the front of the cemetery.

The next second later, the crane in the clouds looked up to the sky and sighed, and suddenly laughed to himself, this laughter was cynical, lonely, and desolate.

After a few moments, the young man sat down on the ground again, his eyes closed, and his mouth fluttering.

At the same time, the youth's hands danced rapidly in the air.

At this moment, black smoke gradually rose from the young man's head. Subsequently, a puff of black smoke also came out of the young man's body.

The black smoke swirled around the youth, curling up like a black flame.

After a while, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the cemetery in front of it, and the wind was so strong that the leaves on the ground were directly rolled up by it.

At the same time, the trees around the young man also began to sway from side to side, and some of them were even directly blown down by the wind and lay aside.

"Open!"

The young man's eyes suddenly opened and he screamed at the cemetery in front of him.

"Tom ......"

In an instant, thousands of earth flew above the cemetery, and at the same time, dozens of coffin boards flew up from the cemetery and smashed into the surrounding ground.

At this point, the coffins were as fragile as toy foam.

The next second later, corpses crawled out of the cemetery. The corpses were all dressed in white robes with a white triangular turban.

A moment later, the corpses walked towards the young man, who was not only not afraid, but smiled strangely.

In a short time, dozens of corpses stood in front of the young man, lined up in a neat row.

"Enter Laiyang and kill Xuankong!" The young man said coldly in front of dozens of corpses.

"Enter Laiyang, kill Xuankong, enter Laiyang, kill Xuankong......" After the dozens of corpses received the signal conveyed to them by the young man, they made a loud voice in front of the young man.

Xuankong is the disciple of the outer sect of Maoshan, that is, the middle-aged man.

After a few minutes, the young man closed his eyes and recited a mantra. In an instant, the bodies continued to move forward where the young man had instructed.

After a while, the dozens of bodies gradually disappeared in front of the young man.

After seeing the corpses gone, the young man took out a scarecrow from his arms, and then the young man put the scarecrow on the ground and took out a few yellow talismans from his arms.

What is strange is that after those yellow talismans were thrown into the air by the middle-aged man, they actually hung in the air and formed a circle around the scarecrow.

After doing this, the youth felt that this was not enough.

Immediately afterwards, the young man put his fingers together and recited a mantra in his mouth. In an instant, a black flame burned in the young man's fingertips.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, the young man struck the black flame on the yellow talismans.

A moment later, the yellow talismans burst into flames in the air. However, those black flames could only ignite the yellow rune, but could not incinerate it.

After doing this, the young man sat down cross-legged and nodded in satisfaction.