Su Zimu suddenly felt a strong feeling of tearing, like a blender, churning him into a meat puree from the inside out.

He struggled as hard as he could, but to no avail.

At this moment, he seemed to hear an eerie ghost laugh.

However, in the next second, a stream of heat surged in his dantian, and the possessed demon was rushed by the heat, and the ghost smiled and turned into a ghost scream, and it disappeared in an instant.

Su Zimu, who returned to normal, looked puzzled, what is the situation?

But he immediately noticed that the heat flow was working according to the mental method in his head!

didn't have time to complain about this exercise, Su Zimu immediately sent the heat to his hand, and grabbed the evil ghost who was pulling Wan Xiong, and the evil ghost broke into two with a miserable howl, and then slowly disappeared.

The half-separated soul slowly retracted into his body, and Wan Xiong shuddered suddenly, and then woke up.

Su Zimu was immediately happy, what if he didn't know spells? Lao Tzu can fight ghosts!

He didn't care what he didn't do, and when he saw the demon, he pounced viciously.

Several of the guards he rescued were dazed, and no one knew what was going on.

Ji Gongming, who saw everything in his eyes, couldn't close his mouth, this is still the waste material that has no cultivation at all? I'm so good at the seventh level of qi, and it's not so good at dealing with evil ghosts!

For a while, I couldn't tell whether the evil ghost was more fierce or this weird little guy was more ruthless.

After all, Su Zimu was just one person, and many people were saved, but there were even more people killed, and after a while, more than half of the caravan was killed or wounded.

The rest are human spirits, simply get together and surround the savior in the middle, no matter which one is possessed by evil ghosts, as long as Su Zimu stretches out his hand, he can save people back.

The tide was reversed, and the balance of victory tipped slowly.

The surviving monks were excited, as long as they stayed up until dawn, it would really dawn!

But the Tsukiji Demon, who had been floating in the air, suddenly pounced down with a ghost roar, and the speed was so fast that there was no time to dodge.

At this moment, even time became extremely slow, and Su Zimu watched the evil ghost pounce on him, but he couldn't move, let alone stop it.

Sadness welled up in my heart, but just as the evil spirit was about to succeed, a loud roar suddenly came from afar: "Do it! ”

Brush the ground, and a layer of enchantment instantly envelops the battlefield.

Then a porcelain vase flew into the enchantment, and many evil spirits seemed to encounter a nemesis and involuntarily threw themselves into the bottle.

Only the Tsukiki resisted stubbornly, trying to break through the barrier and escape from this place, but no matter how much it struggled, it could not get out of the absorption of the porcelain vase, and after a while, it was sucked into the porcelain vase.

A group of people entered the enchantment, and the leader laughed: "Thank you Brother Ji for your help!" ”

Ji Gongming's face changed drastically: "Mo Xingliang, you are so vicious!" ”

Su Zimu suddenly realized that from the beginning, this was a game.

"False praise, false praise!" Mo Xingliang's smile did not decrease, "Help others to the end and send the Buddha to the Western Heavens, it is better for Brother Ji to cut himself off, so as not to make everyone's faces look bad." ”

"Fart!" Ji Gongming has to be furious, like an angry lion.

The others were also indignant and glared angrily.

But suddenly, someone stuffed something in Su Zimu's hand, and Ji Gongming's voice appeared in his ears: "If you have the opportunity, please send this thing to Lingchuan Ji's house, there will be a big thank you!" ”

Su Zimu's heart sank, this is a self-knowing death, deathbed entrustment?

I'm not even a monk, and you're not afraid of being trusted?

Ji Gongming didn't give him a chance to refuse at all, and rushed forward with an angry roar.

Mo Xingliang took out a spirit talisman lightly, a dazzling sword light flashed, and Ji Gongming fell to the dust, soaking the earth with gushing blood.

"Tut-tut, why bother!" Mo Xingliang pretended to lament, and waved at Su Zimu and the others, "Come on, arrest me!" ”

The monks belonging to the Mo clan rushed up, and everyone rose up to resist, but unfortunately everyone was at the end of the crossbow, and after a while, the resistance was completely collapsed, and all the living people were not left behind, all of them were arrested by the Mo clan and sealed the cultivation.

All the things on my body were also cleaned.

Su Zimu quietly stuffed the cloth bag handed over by Ji Gongming into his waist, and gave up resistance very cooperatively.

After the people of the Mo clan caught him, they were also a little stunned, and reported in surprise: "Chief, there is a mortal here!" ”

Mo Xingliang immediately became interested, and took a closer look and was disappointed: "What should I be, a forging waste, take it away!" ”

Hearing that it was a forging body, the monks of the Mo clan all laughed, and only tied Su Zimu's hand, but did not seal his dantian.

Don't say that the forging body is not completed, even if there is a success and no real yuan, take off your pants and fart, why do you spend that thing?

Probably thinking that Su Zimu was not a real monk, Mo's people took away the treasure bag in his arms, but he didn't find that there was still one in his waist.

The thing that Ji Gongming gave him also escaped unexpectedly.

The low-level cultivators who sealed the cultivation were not much better than mortals, and the Mo clan didn't even bother to send people to guard them, and threw all the captives together, so no one paid attention to them anymore.

Su Zimu counted, including himself, there were only fourteen people left.

Wan Xiong was lucky to escape, and came to Su Zimu's side and asked, "How are you?" ”

Su Zimu shook his head: "I'm fine, aren't they afraid that we will run away?" As he spoke, he compared his unrestrained hands.

Wan Xiong's expression was gloomy: "Run? The barrier has not been confiscated, where to run? Besides, we don't have a formation map, no supplies, and we have sealed the cultivation, and if we escape, we will die. ”

Su Zimu immediately asked: "If you stay, you can live?" ”

"Who knows, living a day is a day." Wan Xiong Road.

Su Zimu's heart was blocked: "What are they doing with that ghost?" ”

"I don't know, it may be for refining weapons, or it may be for alchemy."

I'll go, can this thing still be used in medicine?

Su Zimu had a toothache: "Guess, what are they going to do with us?" ”

"We can't be allowed to leave alive." Wan Xiong had no hope at all.

Su Zimu comforted: "If you didn't kill us on the spot, you would definitely have a chance...... The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, let's fill our stomachs first! ”

What's that?

A few people looked at each other, all at this time, still thinking about eating?

Su Zimu doesn't care what they think, people are iron and steel, if they don't eat enough, they can't run away when they have the opportunity!

He leaned near the bonfire that was about to be extinguished, and the people of the Mo clan saw it from afar, but he thought it was cold, and he didn't think about anything else at all.

Su Zimu dug out a few mud balls from the fire, smashed them open and stuffed them into his mouth.

To be honest, the taste is average, but it's all here, what's there to find fault with?

When the others smelled the fragrance, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and with the idea that they would rather die than be a full ghost, they all came up to eat a bite.

Moh's people found out that something was wrong, but no one stopped them.

Eat, eat, eat, anyway, there are no days to live.