The term corpse fetus was first recorded in the Xia and Shang periods.

It refers to the removal of a fully conceived baby from the mother's body along with the placenta.

Some different kinds of evil arts are used, and they are fostered in certain utensils, and some are fostered in feng shui treasures or corpse caves.

Its main purpose was originally to sacrifice to the heavens for good weather, and later evolved into an opportunity to cultivate immortals and become enlightened.

It is said that after eating the corpse fetus that has been conceived and formed, you can sit on the ground and become an immortal, which belongs to an alternative method of cultivating immortals and becoming enlightened.

After that, there was a historical fault of thousands of years, and it reappeared during the period of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

Some warlocks have discovered that using corpse fetal technology can breed people into a humanoid monster, and after a long period of refining, they can become immortal and immortal killing weapons.

also took a very weird name, the Altar of the God of War!

The altar here refers to a vessel such as a clay pot, which cannot be conceived with objects such as metal.

Of course, I didn't learn these things until later.

Uncle Yan was beaten by the old man with a ghost hand, and he was also a little annoyed, but he didn't really get angry.

Instead, he slapped off the big-headed blood baby who rushed over with the sapper shovel in his hand and said: "Okay, I'll talk about the matter of dividing the pot later, Old Seven, you have to think of a way." ”

"Lao Tzu is not good at dealing with these things, you know......!"

"Bastard, you know that you are not good at it and provoke!"

The ghost hand slammed the ground with a peachwood hand.

But he still chose to help.

I was surrounded by a lot of people, but there was no great danger.

Every time I wanted to help, I was kicked back by Ah Lai.

"Little Fifth Master, don't make a mess, it's not too late for you to help if there are really fish that have slipped through the net......"

It was too late to say that it was too late, and when everyone was resisting these big-headed blood babies, the old man with the ghost hand had already begun to cast his own spell.

For the old man with the ghost hand, I can only say that it is a spell, because I basically can't understand the existence of a person like him.

I saw the ghost-handed old man take out a crimson nanmu box from his huge black robe.

The box is very old.

The reason why I can recognize it as Nanmu is because of the unique smell of Jinsi Nanmu.

My nose is much better than the average person, and I can smell a lot of strange smells that others can't.

There were many patterns on the box, and I could only see the largest of them.

It was a moth-like totem, and I don't know what it contained.

It was at this time that there were more and more big-headed babies with blood and water, and everyone was already a little overwhelmed.

Da Zhuang, Qi Dachuan and the two of them already had wounds on their bodies, and the blood slowly flowed down.

But the two of them didn't seem to know it, and they all brandished their weapons with blood-red eyes.

And the cold moon flies up and down, and from time to time it can cut off the head of a big-headed baby.

All of them have different degrees of blood on their bodies, and we don't know if it's each other's or our own.

The blood on my skin felt cold, but I didn't feel anything wrong with it.

Uncle Yan yelled: "Seventh, hurry up, everyone will have to explain here later." ”

But the ghost-handed old man didn't seem to hear anything at all.

Still unhurried, he pulled something out of the box.

It was a reddish-gold bug, about twice as big as normal.

The bug lay motionless in the box as if it were dead, and there was no strange smell on it.

Or maybe it's masked by the stench of blood all around.

The old man with the ghost hand slowly placed the box less than a meter in front of him.

Then he pinched a few hands on his chest with one hand, and finally quickly swiped on the peach wood hand in an unknown position.

Immediately, a lot of maroon blood flowed from his fingers.

He poured all this blood on the strange bug.

In just over ten seconds, the insect slowly vibrated its wings.

When it flew up completely, we saw that this insect was actually a moth similar to a golden cicada.

It is reddish-gold and has six wings of different colors, red, purple, and finally white.

The six-winged moth vibrated its wings and rushed towards the swarming big-headed babies without looking back.

Don't look at the small size of this moth, but it can directly penetrate the head of a big-headed blood baby.

Watching those big-headed blood babies go limp one by one, I was shocked again.

"Ah Lai, Dachuan, you two continue to dig the thief hole, my six-winged golden beetle won't last long."

"Yan Luowu, Da Zhuang, you two help me, I need more time to hold these things back."

"This place is a place of blood and soil and rotting corpses, these Shuyi corpses don't know what else they will provoke, let's hurry up."

"What about me?"

Leng Yue asked coldly with a scimitar that had already been stained red with blood.

The old man with the ghost hand glanced at me who was stunned and said in a deep voice: "Chen family boy, don't stand stupidly, go and help scatter the soil, and scatter all this soil on the bodies of those dead corpses." ”

"There is no scorching sun yet, and once the sun hits these rotting corpses for a long time, this place will become a place full of miasma, and no one will want to run at that time."

As he spoke, the ghost-handed old man glanced at Leng Yue and said, "Girl, you don't have to do anything, keep an eye on the Chen family kid, help us protect the Dharma by the way, be careful not to let this kid die here......!" ”

I was given the task, so I went to help dig the holes, and scattered all the soil they dug up on the corpses of the corpses in cloth bags.

As for the old man with the ghost hand, Uncle Yan and Da Zhuang, I didn't pay much attention to what they did.

Because although there is a six-winged golden beetle to get those corpses, there are too many corpses.

There were still a few more or less scattered rushing over.

At this time, the importance of a person with a fairly high force value is reflected.

On several occasions when I was 'buriing' the corpses, the big ones were already less than half a meter away from me.

But Leng Yue can always solve the other party at a critical moment.

Another time, when I buried the corpse, the corpse I buried was not completely dead, and the body jumped directly out of the soil and jumped on my face.

Two small hands clung to my neck, and I couldn't see each other's facial features because the neck was broken.

But because there was still a layer of skin attached, the head of the corpse fetus was hanging there.

At this time, I realized that the weight of the big-headed blood baby was really not light.

The fishy, slippery, and greasy smell made me want to vomit at all.

But as soon as the vomit reached the throat by the neck pinch, I swallowed it back hard, and almost choked me to death.

At the last moment, Leng Yue directly used the waning moon scimitar in his hand to shatter the corpse of the big-headed blood baby.

The moment the big-headed blood baby exploded, it was like a balloon filled with water bursting in front of me.

Countless stinking blood and water all came down in front of you.

I was disgusted and quickly wiped the clothes on my body, and the vomit began to gush out on the way to wipe.

How embarrassing it is to be in that situation.

I don't know how long this went on until I heard a voice behind me.

"Dig into the entrance......"

At the same time, a puddle of water poured on my head.

I hurriedly washed my face, and when I looked up, I saw that it was Leng Yue who used the water in the kettle on her body to boil some of it for me.

"Thank you......"

I calmed down and walked towards Alai, only to notice that a thin mist had appeared around me for some reason.

This mist doesn't have any strange taste, but the color is a little yellowish, and I don't know why.

I was a little nervous and said, "Are these all miasma?" ”

Leng Yue followed me and said lightly: "No, it was the old man who made it." ”

I hummed and looked at the ghost-handed old man, only to see that the old man didn't know what was going on, and at this time he was being supported by Da Zhuang and Uncle Yan and came to us.

"Uncle Yan, he ......"

I pointed to the old man with ghost hands, his peachwood cane still in his hand, but his body was limp and half-hung on Da Zhuang's body as if he was drunk.

Uncle Yan waved his hand and motioned for me not to ask anything, and then jumped directly into the pit that Ah Lai had dug ......!