With the timely support of the Nine Special Departments, Yan Jing successfully escaped the zombie siege.

The eye is locked on the coffin at the mouth of the well.

At this time, most of the spirits of the blood resentment ghost had poured into it from the gap between the coffin boards.

Take out the only two remaining red fire talismans and throw them, and detonate them the moment they get close to the coffin.

The blazing flames swept through the blood-colored energy surrounding the surface of the coffin, and the fire spiritual power was inherently suppressive to these obscure energies, even if the quality was a little worse, it barely tore a crack.

Sensing the opportunity, Yan Jing immediately rushed forward, passing over the flames that had not yet dissipated, and the Shuofeng Sword was raised high, slashing at the top of the coffin.

In an instant, the sword body wrapped in light cyan wind spiritual power collided with the blood-colored energy that had been gathered, forcibly tearing it apart.

Yan Jing glanced at the bloody ghost behind him who had not moved, focusing on the ritual, his legs were slightly bent, and the whole person jumped up, kicked out in the air, and kicked straight at the top of the coffin.

The black and red coffin that had been standing in the blood water at the mouth of the well flew out under this kick and landed at the other end of the square.

Glancing at the sinking blood in the well, Yan Jing knew that this foot alone could not solve the problem, so he turned around and ran towards the coffin, and when he got closer, he simply jumped on the coffin, and the blood resentment ghost was nowhere to be seen, I was afraid that he had completely integrated into it.

Yan Jing clenched the Shuofeng Sword with both hands and plunged straight towards the top of the coffin, the head where the corpse was placed.

Almost at the same time, Yan Jing half-narrowed his eyes, kicked his feet, and the whole person hung upside down on the coffin, and the Shuofeng Sword sank a few more points.

Boom! Boom!

With two muffled sounds, two blue-gray palms rushed out from the position Yan Jing had stepped on before, and the narrow and sharp nails were clasped inward, and they were grasped empty.

If Yan Jing was one step late, his ankle would have been scrapped.

The sneak attack was unsuccessful, and the palm of the hand was not withdrawn, but swung directly to the sides.

The coffin board, which had cracked under the successive impacts, failed to hold up after all, and broke straight and flew away.

Yan Jing, who was hanging above, finally saw what kind of monster was lying in the coffin at this moment.

I saw a person soaked in a coffin full of blood, only his arms and his pale and thin face were exposed, and the corpse's eyes were deeply sunken, staring at blood-colored eyes, like a skeleton with only a skin, but his face was hideous, and his mouth had fangs protruding.

The Shuofeng Sword was hovering over the center of his eyebrows, entangled in a cloud of scarlet energy, and it was difficult to move in!

Yan Jing frowned, and his hand strengthened again, trying to break through this layer of defense, but at this moment, the two sharp claws suddenly retreated and joined together, clamping the sword body, and then the Yin Blood Corpse actually stood up from the blood water in an extremely strange posture.

Drawing his sword and retreating, Yan Jing looked at the Yin Blood Corpse.

Its upper body was crawling with a fist-sized, disgusting-looking beetle, which gulped down the energy poured into the blood ghost, and then somehow successfully converted it into blood.

The naked body of the Yin Blood Corpse, uncovered by insects, had dark red meridians all over it, and it was still extending everywhere.

What's even more weird is that the blood grudge ghost has been entangled with this corpse at this time, and the phantom shadow is shrouded in the yin blood corpse, Yan Jing only noticed at this time that the appearance of the ghost is very similar to this corpse!

Bang!

Gunshots rang out.

I saw a blood hole suddenly exploding in front of the forehead of the Yin Blood Corpse, and I could even see the scene at the other end.

On the top floor of a house in the back, a heavy sniper rifle was mounted by the eaves, Zhao Qing leaned on the body of the gun with his side face, looking at the scene in the sniper scope, and couldn't help but have a look of excitement on his face.

As a sniper, he has an extremely wide field of vision, and he has always paid attention to the situation on Yan Jing's side, and when he saw the Yin Blood Corpse breaking out of the coffin, he did not hesitate to choose a fixed-point sniper.

When you succeed in one blow, you can't help but be overjoyed.

However, the joy did not last long before it turned to horror!

The tilted head turned back into place, and the fire spirit power attached to the bullet was extinguished in an instant, and the blood-colored energy surged, returning to its original state in the blink of an eye, and this level of attack could not cause him any damage at all.

The Yin Blood Corpse didn't even have the idea of retaliating against Zhao Qing, and two dark pupils suddenly appeared between the blood-covered eyes.

At this moment, it was as if a long-dormant beast had awakened, and the hunger for killing in its eyes made any creature staring at him shudder.

With its arms raised, it was facing Yan Jing from afar, and it could sense who was the biggest threat to itself!

Just when Yan Jing was confused about the purpose of this monster's pose, the arms of the Yin Blood Corpse raised at his side shook, and the worms that had originally covered the Yin Blood Corpse turned into a pool of dirty blood and melted into the corpse.

Due to the abandonment of the ritual halfway, half of the body of the Yin Blood Corpse showed an obvious state of decay, and the skin and flesh shrank, which was particularly terrifying to look at.

What happened next made Yan Jing's eyes widen even more.

A black robe embroidered with a blood-colored beast on the surface suddenly appeared around the body of the Yin Blood Corpse, enveloping it in it.

Yan Jing was sure that the arms of this Yin Blood Corpse were never moving, and this clothes appeared out of thin air!

Could it be ......

Without giving Yan Jing time to think, several cracks bloomed under the feet of the Yin Blood Corpse, and they crashed directly into Yan Jing like a cannonball.

In an instant, the two figures fought together!

The sound of metal clashing, blood light and light cyan aura intertwined.

Zhao Qing on the roof gritted his teeth and wanted to aim, but found that his reaction speed could not keep up at all, Wu Senyan and An Ling also wanted to go over to help after suppressing the zombies, and they couldn't find a chance to intervene for a while.

Boom~

With a muffled sound, a figure broke away from the battlefield and crashed into a house in the rear.

Wu Senyan was extremely expected that what would be knocked away was the Yin Blood Corpse, but the result was not as good as he wished, and what remained in the square was the corpse that was full of terrifying momentum, and it was naturally Yan Jing who disappeared into the smoke and dust.

The situation seems to have taken a turn for the worse.

The Yin Blood Corpse that had the upper hand obviously didn't intend to let Yan Jing go, and chased people away with their tails.

The blood claws scattered the smoke and dust, and the Yin Blood corpse stepped into the broken dwelling, and his eyes fell on the position where Yan Jing flew inverted, but he only saw broken bricks all over the ground.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, he turned sharply.

Before he could react, a huge figure flashed in front of him!

It heard the low roar of some kind of ferocious beast, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment from the terrifying pressure, and when it looked up, it saw those pale golden eyes lowered......

The next attack, if you can't stop it, you will die!

Pressing all the power in the body, the blood burst out from the corpse, and the Yin Blood Corpse roared with all its strength, and even the bloody ghost phantom that had finally merged into the body resurfaced to fight to the death.

Inch time!

This was the first time that Yan Jing had opened this newly acquired high-level skill, and he had also taken great pains to avoid the eyes of everyone in the Special Affairs Bureau.

In a trance, everything that happened in front of me slowed down.

The flow of wind spiritual power, the churning of smoke and dust, and even the blood flung out of the fangs in the mouth when the Yin Blood Corpse roared......

He also saw the two similar faces of the Yin Blood Corpse and the Blood Resentment Ghost making different expressions, and he also saw those blood-colored energies surging out of his body, as if they wanted to condense something.

It's a pity, it's too slow!

Yan Jing raised his sword.

In the eyes of the Yin Blood Corpse, there were only countless cold sword lights.