Hiss –

In the depths of the red mist, there was a sound of rustling.

Immediately afterward, I saw gray-white silk threads, swimming from the red mist in all directions.

Zhang Yao didn't dare to be careless, and immediately raised his knife and slashed!

Whew!

A stream of silver sword light bloomed, and those gray-white silk threads were immediately cut off in large pieces, and the broken parts twitched on the ground, like snakes without heads and eyes.

Soon Zhang Yao felt that his left arm, which had not yet fully recovered, could not support a long period of high-intensity fighting, and a weak and weak pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow with his swinging of the knife.

However, those gray-white silk threads did not fade, and after they were cut off, more silk threads immediately flocked from all directions, and they didn't know where the source was, and they didn't know how many there were.

Zhang Yao's forehead was soaked with beads of sweat, he gritted his teeth to support the high-intensity fighting state, and his entire left arm was gradually about to lose consciousness, so that the coherence of the whole person was affected!

Sou!!

A gray-white silk thread avoided the silver bright knife at a tricky angle, and pierced Zhang Yao's left shoulder with a snort!

A sharp pain,

immediately tightened Zhang Yao's pain nerves!

He gasped in his mouth, but he didn't dare to delay half a minute in the movements of his hands, and the silver bright knife was decisively slashed!

Swish!

The thread is cut immediately!

But Zhang Yao's figure also temporarily stagnated because of this blow, and his left shoulder, which was already injured, is now completely softened!

Blood gushed out of the hole, attracting the gray and white threads to frantically swirl upward!

Zhang Yao held a knife in his right hand, chopping the silk thread while enduring the severe pain and retreating, at this time his left arm was seriously injured, and the speed of swinging the knife and the range of defense were greatly reduced!

On the other hand, those gray-white silk threads, after coming into contact with his blood, the dense number became more and more numerous, and the attack became more and more intense, the most thrilling time, a silk thread almost pierced one of his eyes directly!

Even though he struggled to dodge, the gray-white silk thread still brushed through the corners of his eyes, and blood immediately stained half of his vision!

His body was inevitably covered with color, and the blood stains were mottled and embarrassed, even if he avoided the vital points as much as possible, but he knew very well in his heart that if he continued to consume like this, he would definitely die!

finally

After slashing through another wave of silk threads with all his might, he slammed the long knife in his hand in front of him!

Buzz——!

An invisible force erupted from him!

A transparent phantom holding a scroll,

Slowly emerged from behind him......

Celestial Sequence: 344......

[Turing]!

There were no majestic energy fluctuations, no majestic visions, only a layer of almost transparent 'light curtains', which immediately stretched out with Zhang Yao as the center!

"Dust-free realm!"

Those crazy gray-white silk threads were immediately cut off by the 'light curtain'!

But there are too many of them, even if Zhang Yao compresses the 'dustless realm' to the extreme, he can only defend it!

The 'light curtain' was so vibrating that it could collapse at any moment, and if Zhang Yao's vision could penetrate the red mist, then he would find that he was inside a closed red sphere!

This is the 'ghost territory' of [Blood Feast Tu Buddha]!

At this point,

The sphere was quietly suspended in the morgue, and Zhang Shun stood in front of this 'ghost frontier', and behind him appeared a blood-colored novice phantom!

As long as he is willing, he can enter this 'Red Mist World' with a single thought, and even wipe out Zhang Yao trapped in it with a single finger!

But he didn't do that, but with a hint of hunger and thirst on his face, he slowly raised his head and looked upward......

In this morgue, where there is no light of day, a gray-white cocoon is suspended out of thin air......

At this moment, countless gray and white threads were extending from this cocoon, connecting the cold corpses on the morgue, and some of them stretched out towards the completely enclosed 'ghost territory' below, piercing into it.

A faint color of blood is fed back into the white cocoon along the silk threads, like thousands of tiny straws, sucking blood, brewing a terrifying and strange aura!

Zhang Shun stood under the gray-white cocoon, raised his head to watch its color slowly turn red little by little, and his hungry and crazy eyes seemed to be waiting for a fruit to ripen......

——

"Soul ......"

"Return......

An ethereal ode to the conjuring,

It resounded in the dead hall of red mist.

An extremely viscous darkness spread silently from Jiang Yao's feet, quickly flooding the bloodies on the ground, the bloodstained load-bearing pillars, and the cold and gray walls......

Quick as a wink

The entire hall on the first floor was turned into a dead darkness!

Only Jiang Yao's scarlet eyes, as well as a pair of huge scarlet pupils behind him, became the only heterochromatic in this darkness......

Chen Yuqing exited the first floor ahead of schedule, and now that she looked down from the second floor, she immediately felt a sticky cold soaking bones, as if there were big cold hands, screaming to drag herself down from the Nine Shadows!

The hall on the first floor, the floor, the load-bearing columns, the walls, and ...... Screaming humanoid silhouettes appeared, all of them struggling desperately, and the entire hall felt like a Senluo purgatory!

The conjuring chant continued, and one after another gray humanoid silhouettes broke free from the sticky black ground, walls, and load-bearing pillars, and then each walked to a corpse on the ground and slowly lay down......

Soon, broken corpses rose from the ground, some gnawed beyond recognition, some with only half of their upper bodies left, and some with their heads missing......

Now, without exception, all of them got up and stood motionless in the dark-covered hall on the first floor......

Darkness, fading away.

In the end, all that remained was the mangled corpse shrouded in red mist......

"Source...... Found it! ”

A simple command, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, came out of Jiang Yao's mouth in a low voice,

Stand-time,

All the dead bodies in the hall took stiff steps, slowly spreading out towards all floors and corners of the hospital......

There was even a patient with only half of his upper body left, crawling down the hallway with his hands instead of his legs, his broken waist dragging a bloody trail on the floor tiles......

After a while, only Jiang Yao was left standing alone in the hall, and the red mist could not hide it, and his pale face was terrifying.

There was a faint feeling of dizziness in my head, as if something had been emptied in an instant.

"It's still too reluctant to control so many corpses at once......"

After a moment of adaptation, the moving perspectives are presented in front of you one after another!

As long as Jiang Yao is willing, he can cut into any pair of 'eyes' with a single thought......