Not long after Li Mo completed the refining of medium-grade magic weapons, a group of monks set foot in the pear orchard, led by the Chizhu Taoist priest of the fire workshop.

The name of the Chizhu Taoist is not well known, but the cultivation has been promoted to the late stage of the weak crown, and the exercise "Summoning the Centipede to Protect the Life Sutra" has reached the level of free retraction.

She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, and she turned into a giant centipede, carrying the five of them into the theater window.

The other four monks all possessed the cultivation of the weak crown stage, but the means were not enough to block the pervasive erosion of the voiced spiritual power, and there was faint blood oozing out of their facial features.

The Red Bamboo Daoist had a solemn face.

The sound of singing lingers, and under the action of voiced spiritual power, things in the pear orchard are people.

"If you stay in the pear orchard for a long time, you will go crazy sooner or later......"

Their environment has changed from the dark streets and alleys of Molten Town to a dense and damp jungle with lush greenery.

"Broken!"

The Chizhu Taoist snorted, and the centipede slammed into the ground, and suddenly the poisonous spiritual power spread out, and thick smoke billowed from the place where it passed, temporarily dispersing the voiced spiritual power within five meters.

The rest of the people hurriedly set up the magic circle, and the surrounding phantom mountains and forests suddenly disappeared, and then an inexplicable feeling of nausea welled up in their hearts.

His eyes gradually focused, and his nasal cavity was filled with the unique stench of human flesh after being roasted.

The Chizhu Taoist priest swept the surroundings, and what caught his eye was a magnificent theater building, and the wooden platform in the center was dedicated to Jiao'er singing.

On the table was a stove made of stone bricks, in which several corpses hung from it, and the flesh was boiling under the heat.

"Here ......"

Rows of tables and chairs surrounded the wooden table, and Hu Wen leaned against the wall, the flesh and blood of his feet showing a gelatinous texture like slugs.

The same group of monks hid in the corner of the theater building, not daring to approach Hu Wen at all, and their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Hu Wen.

Hu Wen said to himself: "At most two hours, that stupid pig will appear, I will let you bring all the things, right?" ”

"A total of three hundred and seventy-five corpses, provided by the Pyroworkshop."

Daoist Chizhu was a little stunned in his heart, but he still put away the centipede and walked towards Hu Wen.

She took out the storage bag and shook it, and the mountains of corpses fell into the theater building, and there was a fishy smell of spices.

The corpse was apparently dead for a long time, but it was only preserved with a special process.

His skin is waxy yellow, he is generally over 500 years old, and his body is covered with traces of death and disease.

Hu Wen grinned, looked at the robes of the five Red Bamboo Daoists, and couldn't help but praise: "Li Mo's refining tools are becoming more and more arbitrary, and it can be said to be a school of its own." ”

She got up and went to the fire, and motioned for the rest of the monks to bring the body to the wooden platform.

The Chizhu Taoist didn't dare to ask, but Hu Wen muttered to himself: "Who would have thought that the strange beasts that came out of the inner city, even if they have no intelligence, have indescribable obsessions. ”

"The stupid pig seems to be repeating its habits before it was born, constantly beating its prey to serious injuries, then putting it in a furnace and burning it, and finally taking out its heart and eating it."

"I guess there's a place for the beasts in the inner city."

The Red Bamboo Taoist opened the stove, and the flesh hook hook stuck out from it pierced the corpse, and hung upside down in the furnace to be roasted by the high temperature.

"It's ......"

"It's a pity that the number of puppet cultivators before was enough for two furnaces, alas, the strange concubine didn't take the opportunity to break that stupid pig into pieces."

As the centerpiece of the illusion, the furnace seems to attract the attention of the beasts.

Hu Wen's words were full of regret, after all, he didn't kill the beast twice.

However, there are nearly 400 corpses now, which should be more than enough, at least there is no need to find a way to forcibly break through the illusion of the pear orchard.

The Chizhu Taoist priest shuddered and waited silently.

I don't know how long it has been, when the sound of singing sounds, the content of voiced spiritual power in the air has skyrocketed, and all the monks are like facing a great enemy.

"Ahh......h

"Build a seven-star stove, boil three rivers in a copper kettle, set up a table of eight immortals, entertain sixteen parties, and all those who come are ......guests."

The Chizhu Taoist priest was in a trance, and suddenly found that there was an extra lump of flesh and blood on the wooden platform, and then formed a limb head within a few breaths, and in a moment turned into a scholar in his early four meters.

The scholar was dressed in green clothes, with a delicate appearance and painted makeup, like a livestock, he went straight to the stove, grabbed the charred black flesh and sent it to his mouth.

After swallowing dates, it became more and more fat, and soon could not maintain its human form, turning into a guinea pig full of holes.

As the guinea pig beast breathed, the hole emitted a sharp noise.

The Red Bamboo Daoist couldn't help but cover his head, his eyes were bloodshot and almost exploded, and then he looked at the treacherous beast, Hu Wen was already entangled with it.

Hu Wen's mastery of the "Nine Extension Method" requires raising slugs in the body, which can pass on the injuries of the body to the spirit beast.

However, after her foundation was destroyed, even if she had the Xiu Gu Pill, she could be promoted again and again, and it should not only rely on the special nature of the Nine Extension Method.

The Chizhu Taoist only felt that Hu Wen's methods were even more terrifying than the tricky beast, and there was a muffled sound on his body, which was a manifestation of the slugs in his body that could not withstand the grafting.

However, Hu Wen raised a large number of slugs, and even if he chose to exchange injuries for injuries, it would not affect his life in a short time.

The Red Bamboo Taoist priest forcibly suppressed distracting thoughts and added corpses to the furnace at any time.

The movement of the pear orchard has intensified, and it is obviously different from before, and fine cracks on the surface have begun to spread.

After lasting for more than half an hour, the guinea pig beast broke through the wall and escaped.

Rumble......

Its body was mutilated, slugs were constantly burrowing out of its wounds, and even its internal decaying internal organs could be seen.

The buildings closer to the pear orchard have released defensive magic weapons to resist.

No matter how weak the guinea pig beast is, it is not an ordinary weak crown ability enemy, and the slightest carelessness is the end of death.

Hu Wen and the other monks seemed to be trapped in the pear orchard for the time being, and the guinea pig beast took the opportunity to crawl out of the courtyard.

An Gang didn't make a move for the sake of caution, anyway, the guinea pig beast couldn't run far, if the beast swallowed a few weak coronary hearts, the injury would be able to recover immediately.

Just when he was concentrating on directing the capture and quickly arranging the net, a figure appeared at the top of the eaves of the calligraphy and painting hall at some point.

Li Mo stared at the guinea pig beast with interest.

As a result, the guinea pig beast actually noticed that Li Mo's heart was extremely attractive, and even though the injury was aggravated, he also crawled towards the calligraphy and painting hall with his limbs.

The monks looked at the guinea pig beast in bewilderment, not understanding why it had changed direction.

No one noticed that Li Mo exuded the aura of casting a spell painted in green clothes, and then the top of the head of the guinea pig beast was shrouded in a large cloud of dust.

"Toad!"

Li Mo became shriveled and thin, and the golden toad almost drained half of his flesh and soul power.

Wail......

A fifteen-meter behemoth appeared in mid-air, and the air wave roared from the center of the guinea pig beast to a kilometer away.

The weight of the golden toad is far beyond imagination, even if the top of Mount Tai has the defect of being easily avoided, but the power is also the top in the weak crown period.

Rumble!!!

The ground sank more than half a meter, and when the monks looked again, Li Mo appeared next to the beast, and was taking out the blood of the beast and putting it in a glass bottle.

1,000 contribution points in hand.

They gasped, what else was there that the mountain and sea dwellers were not good at?

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