Pei Ye pulled out a long rod, and Wu Zaigu collapsed to the ground.

He made the mudra again, and fell from the quail's head back to the real world, and the fatigue from the depths of his spirit immediately came to him, and his head throbbed and ached.

He forcibly took out the black talisman and stuffed it into his throat with blood, and for a moment, his abdomen seemed to be shattered, and the sharp pain knocked him to the ground.

A strong dragging sensation came from the abdomen, as if one hand was grasping the stomach, along with a large mass of organs such as the liver, lungs, kidneys, and spleen, trying to pull them out of the throat whole. Pei Ye retched violently, spit the black talisman on the ground, pressed his chest and abdomen, and let out a "heh".

Xiao Jiaoxin's two-hour period is for people with more than four veins, and the flesh and blood body without the protection of true qi is like fat meat in the wolf's mouth in front of it.

If you take it hard, you will die immediately, and if you don't take it, you will die slowly, and when Pei Li swallowed it, he was already mentally prepared.

Pushing himself up, he tore open the black cloth that covered the fire, and the ghostly light filled the cellar again.

Pei Ye picked up the sword that fell to the ground, and when he turned around, Wu Zaigu was still not breathless.

Pei Ye walked in front of him lightly and heavily, his bloody eyes stared, his mouth opened silently, and his limbs twitched slightly.

Pei Ye stared at the face that was constantly spitting blood for a while, suddenly raised his leg and stomped on it heavily.

Without words, without skill, silently, explosively, with all his might, he stomped on this face one after another, like beating a dull old drum in a quiet cellar. It wasn't until its flesh and blood were blurred and it couldn't see its face at all that Pei Ye gasped and stopped, then stepped on it with his foot, and sawed off the head with his sword.

Only when he had taken his breath did he turn his head to face the sound behind him—on the other side of the room, the monster against the wall had already stood up.

The process of repairing its body once again showed that kind of intelligent instinct - even though there were still fractured wounds on its body, its limbs were able to move. At the broken arm, the bones and tendons were connected first, and the flesh did not grow at all, and it was recovering its fighting ability as quickly as possible.

But when it really treats it as a formidable opponent, it shows an instinctive wit - it is not safe to walk, and it is already half-crawling and half-walking to attack itself.

Pei Ye looked at this lizard-like monster steadily, he had already understood how all this happened, so he became more and more speechless.

"Dragon's tongue ......" Pei Ye looked down at the sharp rod in his hand.

Then he looked up at the monster with an expressionless face: "Is this the delicacy you cooked with people, Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Monarch?" ”

The monster flew and pounced, and the narrow space jumped through, and Pei Ye twisted to avoid it and took out his sword.

The sharp bronze rod pierced into the hideous body, and the monster stiffened suddenly, like a snowman melting in high temperature, the hard scale armor, the sharp bone spurs, everything was softening, turning into a dark blue viscous paste, and it quickly climbed up along the bronze rod, and was sucked into the "dragon's tongue" and stored in a gourd-like container at the end.

There was finally complete silence in the cellar.

But the mutation reappeared.

Pei Ye didn't have time to react at all, the hand holding the pole had been climbed up by a faint blue light, and the blood vessels of the entire forearm seemed to be replaced by this energy, glowing with a faint blue light, as if covered with blue cracks.

The feeling of coldness and strength in his forearm appeared together, as if through this link, he intuitively felt the thirst for the "dragon tongue" in his hand.

For it, perhaps after inhaling the first unpalatable offering, the ritual had officially begun, and it couldn't wait to seek a second treat.

If it can't be supplied, it may suffer the kind of "backlash" that the black-robed man suffered last night.

Pei Ye snorted lightly, are you still afraid of any backlash for those who are about to die?

He raised his hand to throw the pole away, but as soon as his forearm was raised, he suddenly lost his control, and the pole bit him like a ravenous snake in the abdomen.

Pei Li really couldn't imagine what kind of picture he was in his womb now.

First, the old wound that was broken by the true qi attacked, then the spread and parasitism like a spider web in the small Jiaoxin, and now it was pierced into a bronze rod less than two fingers thick and sucked wantonly.

Pei Ye gritted his teeth and hooked the corners of his mouth, anyway, he was dead, and he had to suffer more.

But soon he realized that something was wrong, although the pain was so vivid and real, and there was a constant feeling of "loss" in his abdomen, this "loss" made him feel more and more relaxed, as if a shadow that was pressing on his life was fading little by little.

He suddenly understood - Xiao Jiaoxin, the dragon's tongue is devouring Xiao Jiaoxin!

This artifact sent by the state government also turned into a dark blue viscous paste, but it was much thicker, so much so that it had a light purple color. The paste climbed up the dense notches on the bronze rods and soon filled the gourd at the top.

A thought of satisfaction came.

Pei Li had a bad premonition in his heart, because he felt that the "dragon tongue" in his hand had another vague impulse - it was about to carry out the last step of the ritual.

Before he could think further, twelve dark blue tentacles burst into flames, binding his body.

With a "ding", the bronze rod fell to the ground, losing all light, and the gourd on the top broke away from it, like a spider or octopus with twelve long legs, and in Pei Li's cold gaze, it drilled into the blood hole in Pei Li's abdomen.

Immediately there was a burning heat in my belly, and I didn't know what was going to happen.

Pei Ye leaned over and lifted the blurred head, gritted his teeth, pushed open the door and came to another cellar, the six people who had left before all fainted to the ground, and the blue on their foreheads was slowly fading.

Pei Ye walked through this cellar to the ground, the rain was still falling, and the wind with the rain was blowing on his body, Pei Ye took a deep breath of moist and cool air, but the burning heat in his stomach did not subside in the slightest.

Pei Ye stood on the spot to identify the direction, and staggered into the distance.

The chest and abdomen seemed to be burning, but the pain caused by various injuries could not be felt, and the hundred cold iron needles seemed to have been melted by the heat.

But the exhaustion of the body and the throbbing pain of the head did not abate a little, and in the dark rainy night, Pei Li, who was holding the ghost fire and moving hard, was like a ghost.

Out of the woods, through the fields, it was finally getting closer, and the shadows of the buildings were faintly revealed in the night ahead.

Pei Ye came to this familiar door, the beast head knocker was still quietly inlaid on it, and the scene of last night seemed to be repeated, but Pei Ye already knew that no one would answer the door this time.

With the remnants of the strength to climb over the courtyard wall, the courtyard was empty, and there were two coffins in the open hall.

Pei Ye lowered his head and walked closer to them.

The wind and rain are blowing, the white flags are fluttering, the wind passes through the hall, the lights are frantically fluttering, and the voice is like an elegy between heaven and earth.

A ghost figure slowly lifted the head in his hand in front of the two undead and slammed it on the lid of the coffin.