At this time, you must not turn on the lights, you can only discredit the way forward. Ximen Jing closed his eyes, opened his spiritual eyes, and his eyes lit up in an instant. I saw the miserable green and miserable white in my eyes, and all kinds of figures were shuttling in the corridor, this was really a picture of a hundred ghosts walking at night!

The eyes are full of dead souls, which makes people's scalp tingle. At the same time, these dead souls also discovered Ximen Jing, who was dressed in colorful aura, and they all stretched out their arms and flocked to it. Compared with the laziness and laziness during the day, at this time they seem to have been beaten with chicken blood, their eyes are round, their expressions are hideous, and they are dancing with their teeth and claws, blocking the corridor.

Today is the fifteenth, and even if you don't see the moon, it's a full moon night. As the old saying goes, when the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. When the full moon is the time of the breaking of the sun, the yin qi is the heaviest, so these dead souls are also as happy as fish in water.

Fortunately, Ximen Jing has an aura to protect his body, and these dead souls still don't dare to get too close, but they just take the trouble to stretch out their arms and grasp them.

Ximen Jing let out a low roar and got out of the way! Rushing over, looking for Xue Nianci's figure in the pile of dead souls, there were men, women and children in front of him, but she was the only one who didn't find her, presumably in the corpse vault.

At this time, the consumption of aura in Ximen Jing's body was not as fast as when he opened the stealth technique, but it was not much slower, even if there were fish beads, it would not last long. When his aura is exhausted, it will be the moment when the dead soul explodes.

Time was pressing, Ximen Jing took three steps and made two steps, and came to the outside of the corpse house. The door of the corpse vault was an ordinary spherical lock, Ximen Jing took out the paddle, clicked the lock, and the door opened in response.

There were also a lot of dead souls in the room, more than a dozen, gathered in front of a row of freezers against the wall. Through their figures, a young girl sat on the ground, crying, it was Xue Nianci. The dead spirits were clearly trying to bully her, stretching out their arms and scratching in front of her.

Ximen Jing was furious and roared: "Get out of the way!"

The sound was made with spiritual power, and in the ears of all the dead souls, it was like the thunder of the Nine Heavens, and they were so frightened that they crawled to the side.

Xue Nianci looked up and saw that it was Ximen Jing, with tears on his face, showing a little joy, got up and ran over, and threw himself into his arms.

Ximen Jing also opened his arms, but Xue Nianci suddenly stopped a meter away and said, "I'm afraid, the light on your body." ”

The energy of the sun, which is harmful to all dead souls. Ximen Jing didn't dare to disperse the Yang Qi of protecting the body among the enemies, and the time was urgent, so he immediately asked: "Girl, you, where is your body?"

Xue Nianci stretched out his hand and pointed to a cabinet door. Ximen Jing asked Xue Nianci to avoid it temporarily, but she saw that she had reacted too much, and stepped forward to open the drawer, only to see a black plastic bag with frost on the surface lying inside.

Ximen Jing slowly opened the bag, and a strand of black hair was exposed, and then he saw Xue Nianci, who was like a sleeping beauty. Ximen Jing felt a pain in his heart, didn't dare to look more, opened the backpack he was carrying, wrapped Xue Nianci's body in a white cloth and put it in. Picked up the backpack, grabbed Xue Nianci's little hand, and walked out.

In the corridor, all those dead souls surrounded and blocked the corridor. This time, let Ximen Jing roar and get angry, they just didn't move half a step, the one in front was shocked by the sound, and the one behind surged forward with the former, endless like a school of sardines in the sea.

Ximen Jing was really angry, and reached out and pulled out Tang Zhidao in his arms. I only heard the sound of Cangchang, and the room was full of knife light, and the straight knife was out of the body.

"Boy, I'm disturbing the old man's cultivation again, and I haven't counted the account of using the old man as a shovel to dig the soil last time!"

At this time, the aura in Ximen Jing's body was getting thinner and thinner, and he still had to leave a little camera to use, his heart was very anxious, and he had no time to take care of the sword spirit, so he picked up the straight knife and slashed it at the dead soul that was blocking the way.

With a scream, the dead soul at the front was cut in half, turning into a stream of fireflies and dissipating out of thin air. Many dead souls desperately fought for these dissipated fireflies, like mosquitoes seeing blood. This provoked a hornet's nest, and the dead soul was like a herd of migrating bison, rampage.

Ximen Jing protected Xue Nianci behind him, picked up the straight knife, opened the bow left and right, and the gods blocked and killed the gods and ghosts. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen dead souls were killed, but more and more dead souls were pouring in, and the cold aura in the corridor was getting heavier and heavier.

He was covered in iron and could twist a few nails, and in a moment, the aura in Ximen Jing's body had bottomed out, and he could only rely on the aura in the fish beads to maintain it. The cold qi was like a substance, slowly eroding his body, and the arm wielding the knife was numb from the cold. Ximen Jing knew in his heart that when the aura was exhausted, it was the time when he died.

At this moment, the sword spirit said: "There is a lot of aura, boy, you can bring the old man to the right place today, the old man is going to open up and absorb it, next time you have to take the old man to taste the taste of blood, I have thought about it all these years!"

The dead soul is also gathered by the aura, and the aura is indeed very sufficient when it dissipates, but for the spirit, this aura cannot be absorbed directly, and it must be refined before it can be done, otherwise the aura with the resentment of the dead soul will remain in the body, gradually corroding people's minds, and if they don't get it right, they will go mad.

Machine spirits, on the other hand, don't have to worry about going mad at all.

Ximen Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and thought that if he let the straight knife feed back the spiritual energy that he had absorbed before, wouldn't he be able to deal with the crisis in front of him in the past! Moreover, the spiritual energy sword spirit here can be directly absorbed, which is equivalent to a natural filter, with endless spiritual energy, why worry about not being able to kill it.

So Ximen Jing slashed the nearby dead souls and said, "Brother Dao, you just open it up and make it, anyway, this is the last time!"

"The boy Hugh wants to deceive the old man, if you don't tell the reason, the old man is not finished with you!"

Ximen Jing smiled bitterly and said: "I am destined to die here today, when it is dawn, you will also be put into the evidence room as a tool to commit the crime and never see the light of day, Brother Dao enjoy this last supper!"

The sword spirit laughed and said, "You don't die or not, the old man doesn't care, but the place you said doesn't seem to be fun, so the old man will help you once!"

The agitation method worked. Suddenly, Ximen Jing felt that the straight knife in his hand was hot, and he almost couldn't help but throw it away. At this moment, a dazzling light shot out from the blade, flying out like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the large group of dead souls in front of him.

Like a hot knife cutting butter, hordes of dead souls collapsed at the touch of a button, and a path was split by the sword.

The sword spirit said very proudly: "Boy, how is the old man's sword, is it domineering enough?

Ximen Jing rubbed his eyes that were stinged by the bright light, and said helplessly: "Brother Dao, you are in the wrong direction, that is the exit!"

"Didn't you say it earlier! Hey, waste the old man's aura!"

Seeing that the sword spirit was about to exert its power again, at this moment, an old voice came: "Young man, be merciful, most of us are poor people!"