The years are like smoke, and in a few twists, two months have passed in a hurry. The Horror Continent has ushered in another year of leafy summer. At this time, it was a night with high wind in the middle of the night, in a mountain forest not far from Shanglin Village, on an ancient tomb, Zhang Mojun bent over, his head went straight to a hole in the tomb, and drilled into it vigorously.

But the legs kept kicking outside, making the cocked ass twist and go there. After two months of running and sitting, the buttocks of his pants have been worn out with a few holes, revealing the white and tender skin inside. It's just that the night is too dark to be watched by the wasps, otherwise there would have been a few more bags on the white skin.

The hole that Zhang Mojun drilled was dug by him just now. Now his magic trick has been slightly formed, and he can use his divine sense to reach a meter away from his body. As long as there is dead qi in this range, it can be inhaled into the body, and it is no longer necessary to put your hands on those bones as before. But even so, he only practiced to the first level, which was divided into the early stage of the three periods after junior high school.

"Hey, hey, cool, it's so cool, it feels more comfortable than sleeping." Well, you still have to suck it through your nose to enjoy it like this. Half an hour later, Zhang Mojun stood up with a muddy face, reached out and rubbed his nose, shaking his head and talking to himself.

After being able to use his divine sense, he found that he could inhale dead air in many parts, and using his nose not only inhaled the fastest, but also brought pleasure to make himself feel crooked, and he liked this method for a while.

After some enjoyment, fill in the hole in the grave again. In the past two months, he has dug up a lot of graves, but they have all been refilled later, and he has not picked up the bones like the first one. So it hasn't been discovered by the villagers for so long.

After getting these done, I found a hidden place not far from the tomb, sat down, and carried the Nine Soul Tricks of Demon Skill. He had to turn the dead qi he had just absorbed into murderous qi, otherwise it would be difficult to survive in the dantian. After a few weeks, the sky will be bright when the murderous aura is completed. Stand up and move your muscles and bones, and raise your legs to walk towards the lake of life.

There is nothing to do during the day, just to find some fish and fruit to fill your stomach. "Bang!" As soon as he reached the lake, he kicked his feet on the ground, jumped into the lake, and washed the mud off his body. When I got a few more fish to solve the trick, it was noon, and it was a hot time, so I chose a dark place to lie down and enjoy the cool.

After a while, a breeze swept gently, blowing Zhang Mojun and he was a little drowsy, "Smack!" Suddenly a big slap slapped on his face, showing a five-finger red handprint. "Buzz!" a few mosquito calls rang out.

"It's grandma's, it's called a chicken feather, the blood of Lao Tzu, the immortal, is also something that you little miscellaneous hair can think of. Damn it, if I don't kill you all half, how can I quench the fire in my heart. "Zhang Mojun hates to be disturbed when he is about to fall asleep.

I was slapped in the face, and I was still in hot pain, and I didn't feel sleepy for a while. I was bored during the day, worried that I had nothing to do, and when I was made by mosquitoes like this, my eyes suddenly lit up, and my consciousness came out, and I immediately locked on the mosquitoes buzzing around me with a murderous aura.

The mosquito was attacked by the murderous aura, and the little wings quickly lost their breath, seeing the mosquito falling down, Zhang Mojun reached out to catch it, and smiled happily, "Hehe! Interesting, interesting, I can't imagine that this kung fu is so useful, so I will slaughter and play with you......"

With an idea, two or three times to get a fish from the lake, choose a place away from the lake, use a stone to smash the fish into mud, put it aside, not long after, the little mosquitoes and insects smelled, hurriedly came to eat, Zhang Mojun smiled and continued to use his sense, slaughtered those flying insects to the point that they didn't even have gas.

"One, two, three...... Fifty-two ......" stopped and counted the mosquitoes on their hands every time they used their senses. Just as he was counting, he suddenly heard a child's voice not far away, "Ahhh

Hearing the sound, Zhang Mojun turned his head sharply and saw that ten meters away, a thirteen or twelve-year-old child yelled and fled in a panic. It turned out that after Zhang Mojun inhaled the dead air, his long black hair had all turned white. As soon as the child saw his back, he thought it was an old man, but when he changed directions, he saw Zhang Mojun's young face and dead mosquitoes all over the ground, and thought he was sucking mosquito blood.

Seeing the child's figure disappear in front of him, Zhang Mojun came to his senses and fled to the lake with his legs drawn. He didn't dare to stay here anymore, for fear that the villagers would come and slaughter him as a monster. It was not close to the lake of Suoming, and at first he planned to come here, and when it got dark, he could go to Shanglin Village to steal another hoe, and the one he used had been broken for two months.

But I didn't want to be looked at by a cowherd baby, and I was very unhappy for a while, and I didn't forget to drop a sentence when I left, "Grass!"

Not long after Zhang Mojun walked up, the kid took the adults in the village, those with knives, hoes with hoes, and even ropes, all of whom rushed to the place where he was just now. Zhang Mojun ran to Suoming Lake, climbed into the middle of the slope, and stood on a big rock.

He had cultivated his magic skills, and now his hearing and vision were much better than those of mortals. He also wanted to see how the villagers dealt with their so-called monsters. "Broken baby, you just looked at it, is this here?" As soon as Zhang Mojun stood on the stone, an old man's words came from a weak distance.

"Yes, Grandpa Zhai, I just saw that monster sitting here sucking blood, na, look, there are still a lot of dead mosquitoes here, I didn't lie to you, there are really monsters. This is a child's voice, Zhang Mojun remembers this voice, it is the baby who looked at him just now.

"Guys, let's divide into a group, quickly look for the neighborhood, and be sure to pull out the white-haired demon and kill it. Having a lake of life is enough for us to be terrified, and we can't afford this unclean creature to survive here. Zhang Mojun saw it correctly, and the elder of the village glanced at the dead mosquitoes, and immediately said to the villagers.

"That's right! What the village chief said is reasonable, everyone, act quickly, we all have a guy in hand, and the demon can only be slaughtered by us, so don't be afraid." At this time, a young man suddenly walked out of the crowd, raised the pig-killing knife in his hand, and shouted loudly.

"Drink, drink......" Everyone suddenly shouted, in order to increase their courage, and raised the guys in their hands to disperse. "Oh, my mother!" Seeing the actions of the villagers, Zhang Mojun was so frightened that he sat on the big rock, and he was in a cold sweat.

"Wait, everyone, Chief, we don't need to find out the demon ourselves, as long as we set a fire here, everything will be solved. If only the fire could burn that demon to death, it would be even better, if it didn't die, and then there would be no trees to cover our ears and eyes, wouldn't it be easy to find it? Just as the villagers were about to act, a middle-aged man with a very small amount of courage suddenly appeared and put forward his opinion.

"Ahh Did he know that the mountains and forests around here were one after the other......

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