He tried to get up again, but he fell hard to the ground.

Ghost Ku smiled helplessly, this is a smile on his face, it is really a hundred times more ugly than ordinary people crying. The necrotic flesh and facial features are kneaded together, and if you don't look closely, you can't tell where the nose is and where the eyes are.

He simply lay on the ground and didn't move, and whispered in the air: "Ji Yong, you are really a dog minion, and you have not forgotten your master for many years." ”

He coughed dryly twice, and the cough was loud in the empty chamber. Ji Yong had been refined into a living dead by him many years ago, but who expected that today he suddenly regained his senses, and he chose to blow himself up against him.

The stone palace was very large, and it was usually filled with a group of living dead, but now all the living dead were motionless. Because of the backlash suffered by the ghosts, these living dead lost control and stood in place, motionless.

There was a pool of blood flowing under the ghost's body, and the backlash caused his soul to be severely damaged, affecting the old injuries from many years ago, coupled with the fight with the old monk some time ago, these injuries broke out at this moment.

"I told you, be patient, it's not time for us to make a move." A bald monk suddenly appeared in the empty palace room, shook his head and said.

The ghost wanted to scold him, but he struggled to open his mouth but couldn't make any sound. He knew that it was a trick played by the monk, but he didn't have any power to break free.

The monk took out an eight-pin pill and carefully picked up the ghost wither. He gave the pill to Oni Ku, and then sat down behind Oni Ku.

"Don't fight Lin Shuai's idea anymore, he is getting more and more powerful now, don't plant it in his hands when the time comes." The monk stretched out two hands and put them behind the ghost.

His hands are very strange, his left hand is full of vitality, and his skin is more tender than that of a baby. The right hand has no skin, not even flesh, and only a cut of bone can be seen.

The bones were somehow connected, and they seemed to be more flexible than living hands.

The monk just wanted to cross the true yuan in his body, only to find that his left hand was against the back of the ghost. He hurriedly withdrew his left hand and said, "I almost forgot, your body is full of dead energy." ”

Because of the trauma, the spirit of the ghost wither was not as good as before, and he believed in this monk and sat there and fell asleep.

The monk sighed and silently helped the ghost to sort out the true yuan. A lot of the time he doesn't want to care about the ghosts, but after all, they are two brothers.

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Mu Fan was holding the Sword Sect-style stainless steel flying sword in his hand, which he had refined last night. Not far in front of him, a late-stage first-order spirit beast was lying in a pool of blood.

He sighed, not sighing for the death of the spirit animal, let alone the memory of the spirit animal, he was sighing for the role of wisdom.

High-level spirit beasts not only have more powerful strength, but more importantly, they have more intelligence, which is the most important difference between high and low.

Just like after last night's big explosion, nine out of ten spirit beasts left out of fear, but the high-level spirit beasts knew that it was generated by the battle of the top powerhouse, and they would not come back too soon, but would wait and see. They will not slowly return until they are confirmed to be safe.

Low-level spirit beasts rely more on animal instincts, they instinctively judge that the explosion is dangerous, but after leaving, they will secretly run back.

The spirit beast that Mu Fan had just killed was a stupid guy, this was not the depths of the forest, but it was not the periphery. Fortunately, the fight of the ghosts scared away the powerful spirit beasts, otherwise how could he, who was almost exhausted by the true yuan, leave here.

Mu Fan had to leave the forest as soon as possible, not only for his own safety, but also for the safety of his brother and San'er. He had already arrived in Qizhou, and if he returned to the Sword Sect to inform Sang'er, it would take a lot of time, and it was very likely that he would lose his brother.

Whether it is a woman or a brother, this is a difficult problem for anyone, and he is no exception. But he wants both, and he will never give up on either side.

He already had a plan in his mind, so he volleyed his sword again and left here first. When you get to a place where there are people, a lot of things are easy to do.

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Song Changgeng was covered in blood, with blood scabs on the old whip marks, and new whip marks with turned flesh outward. His mouth was stuffed with a cloth ball, which was not used to silence his voice, but to prevent him from biting his tongue to death from excessive pain.

His head hung down, and he had passed out.

A burly man next to him spat and scolded: "The bones are so hard, and I won't say anything at this time." ”

He lifted the salt water next to him and threw it towards Song Changgeng.

Song Changgeng woke up in pain, and the muscles in his body trembled from severe pain.

Dahan took off the strip of cloth from Song Changgeng's mouth and said, "You mean it's still dead." ”

He spat a mouthful of bloody spit at the burly man, and grinned: "Master, I have this temper, you kneel down and kowtow to ...... master."

His mouth was gagged with a strip of cloth again, and the big man laughed cruelly and kicked at Song Changgeng's side face.

Song Changgeng's body was curled up, and the only counterattack he could do was to spit at the big man.

Dahan beat Song Changgeng again and said, "Don't say it, your brother doesn't have such a hard backbone as you." If he had said it first, you would have died. ”

Song Changgeng raised his head with difficulty, and the big man thought he had something to say, so he stepped forward to take down the strip of cloth.

"Ken said that?"

"I ...... Grass you mother! ”

Dahan pinched Song Changgeng's mouth and wanted to punch him to death, but he still held back the killing intent in his heart.

"You two brothers can only live one, whoever says who will live first, my patience is limited."

Song Changgeng didn't care, because he believed that Hu Junge would not betray his master and betray him. All he had to do was endure the torture, and the big deal was death. He is a half-hung dart master in the rivers and lakes, he can worship Ye Feng as a teacher, he can soar with a sword, and if he dies, he will die, anyway.

Dahan said, "I'll go talk to your brother, and you'd better pray that he will hold on." When you figure it out, just call a few grandpa, and I'll come over. ”

Song Changgeng lowered his head, looking up was too tired for him now!

After the Great Han went out, the place fell into boundless darkness and silence again. Auditory hallucinations rang in his ears, and he kept thinking about how he had been with his brother these days.

They eat and drink together, and sometimes talk about various important things, which is quite like a merry boy pointing out the country. He knows little, but he likes to listen to it very much, Hu Junge was reluctant to join at first, and later he was also aroused by the young man's heart, that person didn't want to do big things when he was young......

He Song Changgeng used these beautiful memories to resolve the boundless loneliness, but he was still getting more and more painful. This silence beyond death is too devastating for the human spirit.

After a long time, he raised his head slightly and said to the dark shadow in the distance, "Come here and talk to me." ”

This is a habit he has recently formed, and when he is too lonely and bored, he will take this way to relieve his boredom. He never gave up any hope, for the shadows stood there silently, not moving the slightest.

He suddenly noticed that there were several winds around him, and the wind could not be blown in this closed place at all. It was too dark for him to see anything, and the location of those black shadows was still to be remembered.

He suddenly remembered a possibility, and his face immediately flushed. This flush was joy, and he found a glimmer of hope to live in despair.

He trembled and said, "Ignite...... Torch. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, four torches appeared around him. Four ghosts stood around him, holding torches motionless.

"Help me remove the shackles and let me out."

The four ghosts worked together to rip off the handcuffs and shackles on his body.

Song Changgeng just wanted to leave, but the sound of opening the door sounded in the silence. He hurriedly said to the four ghosts, "Put out the torches and go back to where you are." ”

The torches were extinguished, and several strong winds appeared around him.

The big man pushed the door in and said, "Your brother has been recruited, and I will kill you." ”

He planned to use a discord scheme to separate the two, but Song Changgeng didn't believe it at all.

"Hurry up and kill the man in front of me."

Song Changgeng felt something splash on his face, he reached out and touched it, and it was a little sticky. He asked the ghosts to light the torches, and the big man was already lying on the ground, dead and unable to die anymore.

He ordered the four ghosts to follow him closely and swagger out of the place. He had just left the door when he heard a loud bang coming from the door next to him.

Hu Junge walked out of the gate next to him, followed by four ghost "bodyguards".

When the two of them saw that there were people next to them, they hurriedly prepared for battle, and when they saw the people around them, they couldn't help laughing.

Song Changgeng looked at Hu Junge and said seriously: "I didn't say anything." ”

Hu Junge stretched out his fist, raised his eyebrows at Song Changgeng, and said, "We are brothers, there is no need to say more." ”

Song Changgeng raised his arm with difficulty, and before he could put his fist on it, he fainted.

Hu Junge stepped forward to support him and said to the ghosts around him, "Take us out of here." ”

The ghost slowly walked in front, deliberately taking care of the speed of the two brothers, and whenever they encountered an attack by a spirit beast, they would take action to protect the two.

Hu Junge watched the abnormal behavior of these ghosts, and he guessed that it was probably the person controlling these ghosts who had something wrong. But what the people behind the scenes, he can't judge.

Whether they can't control these ghosts for the time being, or whether they are completely out of control, I'm afraid only the person behind the scenes knows. Hu Junge was gambling that the man behind the gambling curtain would not regain control of these ghosts so quickly. He had to rely on the escort of these ghosts to get out of here.

Just as Mu Fan was worried about them, he was also worried about Mu Fan. He also wanted to hurry to the place where there was no one and find a way to inform Mu Fan.

These ghosts are very powerful, and Hu Junge has seen many master duels. He could see that many of these ghosts' strength had already reached the Spirit Void Realm. As long as he remembered that these guys were just ** ghosts, he couldn't help but shudder.

Dahan had been pressuring them about Ye Feng's weaknesses and his recent whereabouts. In order to prevent the people behind the scenes from dealing with Ye Feng, Hu Junge gritted his teeth and insisted on not saying anything, no matter what kind of destruction he received.

The struggle at Ye Feng's level, in order to grasp a little more information, transferred to Hu Junge's level, is a choice between life and death.

This has been the case since ancient times.