Ximen Jing turned around in a hurry, but saw a faceless bloody man with a height of two meters, emerging from the blood on the ground, and pounced with his arms outstretched. Wu Chong reacted quickly, raised his leg and kicked forward, and the big foot went straight to the bloody man's head.

The bloody man is not ambiguous, and the scoop is drawn according to the gourd, which is also a positive kick, and the two people's moves meet in the air, and the feet and feet touch together. A muffled sound came, which shook Ximenjing's eardrums and almost lost his deafness.

After all, the blood man was made of blood, and he was kicked away by Wu Cong, who was as powerful as an ox, and turned into countless blood flowers that fell one after another, and the sea of blood on the ground was splashed with ripples.

Wu Cheng was not a spiritual warrior, he did not have an aura to protect his body, and some blood was splashed on his feet, and a puff of smoke immediately rose from his boots. Fortunately, he was wearing field boots with steel plates, which could not corrode the flesh for the time being, and Rao was so terrifying.

As if it were, press the gourd to float the scoop. As soon as this bloody man was kicked away, another one suddenly emerged from Ximen Jing's side. Ximen Jing waved a straight knife, turned around, cut down the waist, and cut the bloody man in two with a knife, and the blood splashed out burst onto the opposite wall, like cold water poured into an oil pot, squeaking and crackling.

At this time, bloody people appeared from the ground one after another, rushing towards the two of them with teeth and claws. Wu Chong no longer dared to parry with his body, he shook his hands, two throwing sticks fell from his sleeves, his wrist flicked, he threw out the head of the stick very skillfully, the two sticks were crossed, facing the rushing bloody people, and the blood splashed in all directions, fighting with them.

In just the blink of an eye, the master bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom drilled out countless bloody people. The tall, short, fat, and thin ones, like crucian carp crossing the river, formed two human walls and crowded towards the living room.

Ximen Jing and Wu Chong are both mortals, their physical strength is limited after all, and the aura in Ximen Jing's body is also rapidly depleting.

It was time to call a helper, Ximen Jing slapped his chest pocket and shouted, "Come and help me!"

Chick Jiao bared his head, yawned, and said, "Have you arrived at the tavern? ”

Ximen Jing slashed Huashan with a knife and cut off the head of the bloody man in front of him, and shouted anxiously: "Help me get them, what do you want to eat!" As he spoke, he stabbed another bloody man through the heart.

It was too cold in the room, so cold that the chicks shivered, and the essence flashed in the little green eyes, and they looked around, and said lazily: "This is a warm place?

There was a bloody man coming from behind, Ximen Jing bent down to avoid the attack, turned sharply and picked up a knife from the bottom up, disemboweling the bloody man, at this moment he had killed nearly a hundred bloody people, tired forehead sweat, hundreds of times of swinging the knife, physical strength was rapidly declining. This was not the time to argue, and he panted and shouted, "Quick, help me, or we'll all die!"

At this critical moment, the young Jiao dropped the chain and ignored Ximen Jing's plea for help, it slipped back into its pocket with a thud, and dropped a sentence - you love to die or not, you can't even handle this little thing, and you are embarrassed to say that you are a monk, it is better to die clean.

If it weren't for the battle, Ximen Jing really wanted to cut this delicious and lazy guy into pieces and cook a pot of snake soup to eat. Not far away, Wu Cong had also fallen into a heavy siege, and his figure was submerged in the bloody bush, only the splashes of blood proved that he was still fighting tenaciously.

Distracted, Ximen Jing was punched by a bloody man in the back, and he staggered a few steps and almost fell, this time he was full of strength, and he blurted out with a scream of pain.

Wu Cong heard this scream and yelled: "Brother, let's go on the road together today, and there will be a response when we get there!"

Ximen Jing has experienced several crises and has already seen life and death, but he is by no means the kind of character who resigns himself to fate, and the more life and death are at stake, the more he can arouse his fighting spirit. At the moment, the knife in his hand is like a windmill that protects his whole body. The center of my mind is thinking about how to break through the current crisis.

Suddenly, he thought of what Xiao Jiao had just said, according to this guy's usual behavior, he would never watch himself die, that would not do it any good at all, and there was even a danger of freezing to death. Could it be that this is just a small situation, as it says, and it will not be fatal at all!

Everything in this world, in addition to appearances, also has truths. As the saying goes, seeing is believing and hearing is false, but when we are born in the world, we are often deceived by our own eyes. If you want to see through, you have to give up what you see and feel it with your heart. Thinking of this, Ximen Jing suddenly woke up. He immediately closed his eyes and poured the spiritual energy in the Xuan Mansion into his ears.

I have to say that Ximen Jing was lucky to get home, and he accidentally opened the hearing in the six senses. The records of the spiritualists say that this is called being well-informed.

In an instant, all the sounds around him were like paintbrushes, outlining the scene in the room in Ximenjing's mind. Where is there a sea of blood and blood people, there are only him and Wu Chong who is wildly wielding a stick in the room, it turns out that everything he saw just now is an illusion, this is a fantasy that has been carefully arranged.

Just like on the night of the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when they met the girl ghost boy on the island in the middle of the lake, the ghost boy did not launch a physical attack at all, it only emitted a kind of death thought, just like a psychological suggestion, which made Ximen Jing and Qin Yun'er feel that they were going to die, and their bodies gradually lost their functions, and they would really die in the end.

The layout of this room is similar to the hint of the ghost boy, and it is obviously the same genre of magic. is so evil and vicious, nine times out of ten it is a Nanyang witchcraft magic array. The eyes of this magic circle are the blood-colored characters on the wall.

If they hadn't seen through the illusion, the end of the two would have been exhausted to death. Now that you can see through it, it's much easier to crack. In the past few days, the spiritual arts that Ximen officials have learned are not given in vain.

I saw Ximen Jing, put away the straight knife, stepped on the western Gengxin gold, took out more than a dozen bone attachment needles from his arms, gave the aura to it, and shouted: "Dispell!" aimed at the sky, earth, and people in the room, and the positions of the three talents, and shook their hands and hit one after another.

There are three roots in the heavenly position, six roots in the status position, and nine roots in the human position. Eighteen bone attachment needles form a small spiritual array - dispelling evil spirits. This array can get rid of all evil spirits, clean up the source, and restore the clarity of heaven and earth. Of course, it also depends on the depth of cultivation of both sides, if the other party's Taoism is much higher than Ximen Jing, then this magic circle will not play much role.

After the bone needle, the wall seemed to ignite eighteen sparks, and the evil aura in the room instantly dispersed. Ximen Jing immediately opened his eyes, and when he saw the room clearly, he was stunned.