"Of course, it's going to ruin your plans. I smiled and said, "The Jiaodong Peninsula is also my hometown, and I can't let you Dongying people spoil it." ”

"Is that something to say?"

"Come on, come on, it's not the first time we've made a move, let's see who can leave this mourning hall alive. If not, there is a good coffin board here, and even the filial son is ready. "Saying that, I looked at Hu Shengyong.

This glance made him angry, and he pulled out a steel knife from nowhere, and ran at me with a head and face. He thought that among these people, except for Tianfeng, I was the weakest. Unexpectedly, he was stopped by Mingyue halfway through, and a whistle stick slammed on the blade, knocking the steel knife in Hu Shengyong's hand away.

This is the clarion call for a chaotic war, and the prefect also gave an order, and hundreds of soldiers rushed up, whether it was a few of us or those gentry and merchants, they were all chopped and chopped indiscriminately.

"Try to protect the gentry. In the panic, Xing Wuyang didn't forget to say a word.

At this time, how can there be any intention to protect those who have nothing to do with it. Just one Zhang Lele wants me and Wuchen to take care of it. Fortunately, although Tianfeng's kung fu is poor, he is "old and cunning", and a few of us have more or less hung up the lottery, but he has no flesh wounds at all.

It's easy to let out a sigh of relief, I want to see where the old fox is in Muto Shanhe, but where is his figure. At this time, he ran fast, which was not in line with his usual approach.

"Wuchen, you look at it, the Dongying devil in Muto Mountains and Rivers is gone, maybe he is going to get some ghost formation again. "I hurriedly reminded Wuchen that he was the only one who could fight with Muto Mountain and River.

"Yes. Wuchen responded, his hand did not stop, Zhan Lu sword slashed east and west, and there were more than a dozen people lying around him after a while. He is not like Fang Tong, he has a sense of proportion in his hands, and only makes the soldiers lose their combat effectiveness.

I have also been by Zhang Lele's side, holding Mrs. Xu's dagger, and cooperating with my soul to kill those soldiers with ease. But I felt that something was wrong, and those gentry and merchants slowly joined the warband.

At first, I thought they had the consciousness of death and the desire to live. However, when I looked closely, I realized that the people who resisted there were all those who had been hacked to death by the soldiers. It's not like I've never seen the trick of resurrecting the dead, like Gao Wei, who attaches the soul of a mouse to the body of a dead man, and turns the soldiers who died in battle into a rat man. There are also puppets of Muto Mountains and Rivers, all of which "resurrect" the dead to participate in battles.

The biggest advantage of this kind of dead body fighting is that it is not afraid of pain. This is the most fatal thing, just look at the gentry who are missing arms and legs, all standing there covered in blood, biting when they see a living person. Or two dead bodies working together to tear a living person in two.

The bloody scenes, lined with bright and extinguishing fires, and the black and white mourning hall, look like the appearance of Shura's hell.

"Dustless, what's the matter with those dead bodies?"

"I don't know, it should be their Dongying's Taoism. At this time, Wuchen was already holding the Soul Summoning Ding in his hand, and while waving his sword, he still had words in his mouth, "Brother Mu, they don't have a soul possession." ”

I can see this myself. If they have ghosts trapped on them, I can see them too. And in such a short period of time, it is unrealistic to tie wire or other silk threads to them.

So how did Muto Shanhe manipulate these corpses? I was thinking of a steel knife slashing horizontally at my neck. I instinctively lowered my head, dodged the menacing steel knife, and took advantage of the dagger in my left hand, Mrs. Xu, to cut the stomach of the person holding the knife. The dodging action just now was so violent that it made me a little dizzy, and I felt like the world was spinning for a while. Shake your head to drive away the feeling of vertigo, open your eyes, and see the shadow of a person in front of you so awkward.

Why is this shadow awkward? Usually at night, the light hits an obstacle and forms a shadow. In this front yard mourning hall, there are torches on all sides, and although the whole courtyard cannot be said to be transparent, it is also bright. Therefore, the shadows under the soles of the feet of ordinary people are relatively shallow, and they are in all directions.

But I saw that the shadow was dark and distorted to the end of the light. That's it, the shadow is the key to controlling the dead.

"Dustless, it's those shadows. I hurriedly said to Wuchen.

"I saw it too. Wuchen replied, "Brother Mu, use the sword to cut off the shadow." ”

What a joke, how could the shadow be cut off. I took Mrs. Xu's dagger and gestured on the ground, letting the dagger's shadow pass through the dark ghost. As a result, of course, there was no effect, the shadow was still a shadow, and it was not injured or damaged.

At this time, the fight is not as simple as it was at the beginning. We seem to have formed some kind of tacit understanding with the soldiers who did not die in battle, and stopped attacking each other, but instead worked together against the dead who had risen again.

The dead are too difficult to deal with, and even if you cut off their heads, they can still get up and keep fighting. The soldiers who were killed also got back on their feet. They are much more powerful, and they have steel knives in their hands and slash indiscriminately. If you're not careful, you'll be cut off on your body.

This situation made me how to protect Zhang Lele, my eyes glanced around the mourning hall and saw the black lacquered pipe.

"Stay inside, don't come out at all, and don't say yes to anyone who tells you to do so except me. ”

Seeing Zhang Lele nodding, I pressed her head down and closed the coffin board.

Looking at Wuchen again, he held the Zhan Lu sword in his hand and went to scratch the shadow on the ground. It looked as if the shadow had been cut off. The corpse connected by the shadow also convulsed, and although it did not fall, it also lost its ability to fight. I did the same, squatting down and using Mrs. Xu's dagger to scratch the shadow on the ground, although the shadow was not cut, but the corpse it controlled did tremble.

The living soldiers also slashed the ground with steel knives, but to no avail, and the corpses continued to attack the living. Is it because the blades are different? The blades in my hands and Wuchen are both treasures, not only with history, but also with evil spirits. The soldiers were just ordinary steel knives in their hands, and they didn't work against shadows.

The blades of the two of us alone were not enough, and before we could "kill" all the shadows on the ground, those who were not dead were also killed. And every time someone dies, there will be an extra shadow on the ground, which makes me and Wuchen a little scrambling.

I looked at the torches around me, and it seemed to be arranged according to a certain pattern, no more, no less, exactly nine. Shouldn't it be Muto Shanhe's nine-character mantra again?

"Xing Wuyang, Fang Tong, you two put out all the torches in the courtyard. ”

I don't know if the torch is extinguished, and the shadow on the ground is no longer visible. But that's all I can think of for now. Anyway, if you can make it, you can call it.

The two of them also obeyed, and extinguished all nine torches in a few ups and downs. In this way, the entire front yard and the mourning hall became pitch black, and it was impossible to see people within a kilometer of the distance. Naturally, there will be no shadow on the earth. The corpses that were originally controlled by the shadow fell to the ground with a thud.

Those torches were the key. Now the crisis was solved, and all the living people present breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Mu, what should we do next?" Wuchen asked me. He didn't want to fight with the soldiers again, and if we wanted to rush out, we had to bring them all down, which made him very troubled.

"Look for a torch and light it, don't you see everything? "But I felt a pang of irritability, feeling that I could not stay for a moment in such darkness.

The brain was in a trance, but the consciousness was clear. When Wuchen lit the torch, except for a glare of the eyes, I saw that the people around me were ghosted. Such a state also appeared when the Happy House fought with Muto Shanhe.

The torches were extinguished, and we still fell into his nine-character mantra formation. Except for me and Wuchen, no one present knew what was going on.

It's pitch black, it's just a torch, and even if we know what's going on, we can't find the words to destroy it. Seeing that the people around him are starting to stagger, there is nothing to be done.

After a while, a Sanskrit sound sounded, and the sound of a monk chanting sutras sounded. Following the sound, I saw Qingfeng and Mingyue Tuan sitting on the ground, chanting words in their mouths. I didn't expect that even Mingyue was chanting the scriptures, and the formation of Muto Mountains and Rivers really can't be underestimated.

The Sanskrit sound lingered, and my original dizziness was reduced a lot. There was a coolness on my chest, and the jade pendant that the breeze gave me in my arms began to emit bursts of white light.

"Muto mountains and rivers, if there is a seed, you will come out, and it is a good man to hurt people with hidden arrows. Fang Tong was excited and shouted into the shadows.

There was silence all around, and the soldiers and merchants who were still alive were lying unconscious on the ground. I don't know if the soul has been drained. I walked to Wuchen, because there were torches and light from him.

As soon as he reached his side, before he could speak, he saw the torch leap upward, and then it was extinguished very abruptly.

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