The ghost was stripped out of the corpse alive, and the pain can be imagined.

You can think about it, when your soul is forcibly stripped out of your body, it is like the separation of consciousness from the body, and you lose control of your body, at this time, even your soul will have the pain of tearing.

It's like tearing your brain to shreds and stomping on your feet.

Sprinkle salt, sprinkle salt on wounds, it's sour, don't want it. (......)

I didn't hesitate, taking advantage of the fact that the ghost soul was out of the body, unconscious, and in a weak period, and hurriedly mended the knife.

The Huangquan sword appeared in his hand, and a sword slashed out.

Attached to the artistic conception of destruction, the true yuan is surging, I don't believe that I can't kill this guy.

The sword qi spans 30,000 miles, and a sword frost frosts nineteen states.

The ghost was directly split in half, and his soul was scattered, leaving only soul fragments.

Ye Linglong took the Dementor Flute and waved it gently, and the soul fragments disappeared immediately and were absorbed by the Soul Flute.

The dementor flute in Ye Linglong's hand disappeared and was put away.

As long as it is a spiritual weapon, it can be fused with the owner's soul, that is, the spiritual weapon can be refined, appear at any time, and disappear out of thin air, just like cutting the sky.

However, some people may wonder why the Huangquan Sword can only be placed in the backpack in addition to summoning it at any time.

The spirit weapon is withdrawn, and it is placed in the sea of souls, that is, the Mud Pill Palace, and each weapon has a level.

Ye Linglong's Soul Flute is a third-level weapon, and her sea of knowledge can hold a fifth-level weapon, so she can be retracted and released freely.

My sea of knowledge is level ten, and I can barely accommodate a large-level magic weapon that is more than a spiritual weapon, but the Huangquan Sword is an artifact, level 100, and I am going to die!

Spiritual weapons are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, one to ten levels, and then there are magic weapons, treasures, holy weapons, spiritual treasures, magic weapons, secret treasures, holy treasures, semi-divine weapons, and artifacts.

If I forcibly fit into the sea of knowledge, there will be one consequence, and I will be scattered by the ground.

"Just now you said that this is a puppet refined by Dongying Onmyoji?" Ye Linglong asked.

I nodded and said, "Do you remember the software you downloaded for me?"

"Remember, Mystery. ”

"I looked at it, and there was an announcement inside, the use of puppetry was forbidden in the Huaxia metaphysical community.

Therefore, on the entire earth, only island countries like Dongying have puppetry. I shook the phone in my hand.

I suddenly thought of something and said, "Who developed this software, and how can he use the country's satellites?"

Ye Linglong was also stunned for a moment, she really hadn't thought about this matter.

......

Inside the Archives......

A dossier wrapped in worn vellum.

"Founded: 1950.

Founder: Top Secret.

File Class: Top Secret

Confidentiality: Permanent

Content: People live and work in peace and contentment, but they don't know that this world is divided into two sides.

Lao Tzu said that everything has two sides.

So, there's a dark side that people will never get into.

We set up an organization, the Global Alliance, and we didn't want the country to remember us, so we made this file so that no one could see it, not even the country's leaders.

Our name is Occult ......."

......

"Forget it, don't think about it, let's go!" I didn't think they could think of anything, so I simply said.

"Wait, they're all going too far, using puppets to spy on us, why don't we also pit them?" the little monk looked at the exit he had just walked through and said slowly.

I also laughed and said, "Little monk, you are a monk, how can you be so ruthless?"

The little monk shook his head, the corners of his mouth rose, and said: "These are not important, as long as there is a Buddha in your heart and a heart of Buddhism, even if you become a demon Buddha, you can return to the right path." ”

I pursed my lips and said directly: "Come on, I guess you have already sat on your Buddha heart as a fart cushion." ”

The little monk scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Hurry up, I can't wait." ”

I couldn't laugh or cry, is this really a monk?

He took out some charms from his backpack, all of which were soul scattering talismans, which could severely damage the ghosts.

This is a spell specifically for the ghosts, but the power is not enough to kill the ghosts, at most it weakens the combat power of the ghosts by eight percent plus emotional injuries, but it is enough.

Bury the spell, put it on with a thin red thread, and as long as there is a ghost passing by, it will be triggered, trigger one, link all the charms, and then, hehe.

And I also arranged the Lightning Charm, the Fire Charm, and the Wind Blade Charm.

Well, voila.

He scraped some dust off the wall with the Huangquan sword, scattered it on the road, and then turned his head and walked towards the depths of the tomb.

In front of him was a stone gate, covered with dust and faintly strange symbols, and stepped forward.

I took a small brush out of my backpack and gently brushed away the dirt and dust, finally making out the logo on it.

"What is this?" I said, pointing to the sign on it.

A dragon is coiled in a circle, surrounded by endless flames, and in the center, there is a coffin.

The little monk stepped forward, touched it with his hand, got the remaining dust off his hand, and said, "This is the symbol of a tomb robbery organization three hundred years ago.

This organization is called, the Necromancy. It means that they are as difficult as corpses.

This is a poor organization, their founding ancestor has practiced a powerful killing technique, but since then he has lived in seclusion in the rivers and lakes, just so that he will not fall into the devil's path because of the killing spirit.

It's a pity that the disciples below don't agree, and they must leave his killing secret art.

Later, because of this, he slaughtered the whole upper and lower gates, and finally fell into the demon, and when the last disciple's blood was splashed three feet, he suddenly woke up and buried himself in an unknown place. ”

"In other words, this is the tomb of the head of the corpse, so there are a lot of good things in it. I said with a look of fascination.

The little monk was also speechless, nodded, and said, "Money is something outside the body." ”

I exhaled the little monk's "1,000-watt big light bulb" and said with a smile: "You are not greedy for money?"

Walking in, there was only a sarcophagus inside, there were no funerary goods, no, there was a man-made river, a miniature version, flowing there like a river.

"Get rich, don't look at the burial goods here, in fact, this is not the real main burial chamber, this river is mercury, mercury spots, Ming vessels, Longlou Treasure Hall to go to countless people.

Last time, there was mercury in Yunwu Mountain, and the funeral goods in it were all looted by the uncle, and I didn't even see it. This time it's developed, little monk, you lift the lid of the coffin in a while, and I'll cut it with the Huangquan sword!

There should be zombies here.

If I'm not mistaken, this coffin is the entrance to the main burial chamber!"

I said to the little monk, and at the same time, the Huangquan Sword in my hand appeared, ready to slash.

The little monk's eyes also lit up, and a palm burst out and slapped on the lid of the coffin.

The lid of the coffin flew out, and I slashed it off with a sword.

When I saw what was inside, I couldn't help but curse.

I should be glad there are no zombies in here, but it's a corpse fly!

Corpse flies, which are tantamount to corpse cockroaches, are more powerful than corpse worms, can fly, are very small, very flexible, can't be caught, can't hide.

Moreover, this thing eats people, bites you, and becomes a zombie without dying in a day, or becomes the nourishment of a small corpse fly.

"I'll go!"