There is actually a Taoist, Meng Juntong feels a little strange.

After checking the body of this Taoist, Meng Juntong found that the deceased in the costume of this Taoist had no trace of cultivating spiritual power on his body, and it seemed that he could only be regarded as a monk in the world at most, and he could not be regarded as a cultivator at all.

Next, she inspected several dead bodies in the courtyard one after another, and the deaths were extremely tragic.

Xiang Ming was not idle on the other side, he carefully inspected the incisions of the severed limbs of these corpses, not to mention the flesh, even the incisions of the flesh and bones, which were abnormally flat.

"The strength of the sword has completely exceeded the level of the Tang Realm swordsman," Xiang Ming got up, he also fought with Fan Yin, and at that time he found that Fan Yin's blade was covered by a layer of sword qi, and the sword qi came out of the blade, which meant that Fan Yin's strength had reached the level of a Qi Refining Hall Realm martial artist at that time.

After checking the outer courtyard, they continued to check towards the inner courtyard, which was really shocking along the way.

Whenever Meng Juntong went to a place, he would first recite the "Mantra of the Afterlife", and after these dead resentful spirits had passed away, he would continue to check the surrounding situation.

There was really no survivor, seeing the expressions on the faces of some people, they didn't even notice that their master was lifting the knife at them, or was doing his own thing with his back to the butcher's knife, and the next moment his head had already rolled to the side, and he didn't know what was going on at all.

Xiang Ming sighed in his heart, although he was also a person who had walked on the battlefield, but if the cruelty of the battlefield was really much higher than here, he felt that it might not be the case.

There may be stumps and broken arms on the battlefield, but no one will deliberately cut the enemy into pieces.

But this Fan butcher doesn't know if it's a professional habit, everyone who dies under his knife is neatly sliced up, as if he is ready to hang up on the stall to sell.

Several people walked to a slaughterhouse in the inner courtyard of Fan's house.

On weekdays, the prey caught from the Fuji Mountain outside is sent here for unified slaughter.

It's just that now those boards are no longer wild mountain roe deer, or lions, tigers and leopards, but an individual.

The butchers who helped slaughter the beasts in the field were all divided into five horses, and then lay neatly on the large board.

Meng Juntong asked, "This is what you came to sort out?"

Cheng Yu's face turned pale, shook his head and said, "This should have been set up by Fan Yin himself, we haven't touched the corpse here at all." ”

If you want to put it like this when you kill someone, I'm afraid that you will not only lose your soul, but also fall into evil.

"Look, there's a tiger there, still blinking!" Bai Yu suddenly pointed to a tiger hanging upside down in the distance.

Everyone looked in the direction of Bai Yu's finger, the body of this tiger was much larger than the tiger they had seen on weekdays, and it seemed that it should be a mountain and forest tiger king.

The Tiger King's head was facing everyone at this moment, and a pair of eyes the size of copper bells were looking directly at the four of them.

"Little girl, don't scare me!" Cheng Yu's hand was already pressed on the trapping knife on his side, and the tiger king was hung like this, I was afraid that he had been dead for a long time, how could he still blink.

Bai Yu looked serious: "I really saw it blinking just now, it should still be alive." Saying that, Bai Yu actually wanted to go over and check.

Suddenly, a white light flashed behind Meng Juntong, and Bai Zemir jumped out and stopped in front of everyone.

Meng Juntong frowned, and casually grabbed Bai Yu who was about to move forward.

Mir is a divine beast, and his spiritual sense is countless times beyond ordinary people, if he senses danger, then there must be danger ahead.

Sure enough, the tiger that had fallen off began to struggle without warning.

It's just that he broke the rope in a few strokes, and slowly turned over and stood up straight after landing on the ground.

In terms of body shape alone, this Tiger King is no worse than Bai Zemir.

Meng Juntong communicated with Mir through his mind: "Mir, what's going on. ”

Mir's voice also appeared between Meng Juntong's heart lake, and responded: "Master, this is the descendant of the mountain god, and after death, he was stimulated by the spirit of resentment, so he became a beast corpse. ”

"Beast corpse," Meng Juntong had never heard of this name: "What is a beast corpse." ”

Mir hesitated for a moment and replied: "Similar to the zombie that the human corpse turns into after death, but this kind of spirit mountain beast, the beast corpse formed by the beast corpse is far more powerful than the ordinary human corpse, not to mention that he also has the blood of the mountain god, and it is likely that he will eventually evolve into a terrifying ghost similar to a drought." ”

Meng Juntong was stunned, it was the kind of drought fish, how powerful the drought fish was, Meng Juntong and they had seen it with their own eyes.

At that moment, she pulled Bai Yu and informed Xiang Ming and Cheng Yu to step back.

"Everyone, step back, this thing is a beast corpse. As he spoke, he told Mir to himself and Xiang Ming and Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu scolded in a low voice: "It is said that Fan Yin does not respect ghosts and gods, and now it seems that this fool is really going to cause trouble." Which of the hunters in the mountains doesn't know, don't hunt strange beasts, I'm afraid that I will collide with the mountain god, this Fan Yin is good, he picks rare beasts to catch, and now he has this thing, I don't know how many lives will be harmed before it is finished!"

Xiang Ming began to ask Meng Juntong: "Is there any way to remove this beast corpse?" ”

This question is what Meng Juntong is asking Mir at this moment.

Mir's eyes shone brightly, staring at the Tiger King's corpse.

Meng Juntong said: "You can't put it back in the mountains and forests, otherwise the entire Xingye Town will be affected later." ”

This is the so-called letting the tiger return to the mountain, and there will be endless troubles.

Meng Juntong whispered to Cheng Yu to leave first and evacuate all the people around Fan's Mansion in the town, so as not to have a big battle for a while, and those innocent people would be affected.

"Xiao Yu, you follow Mir, he will protect you. "I borrowed the Winter Thunder Sword from Bai Yu, this kind of magic weapon is quite effective in dealing with corpses, after all, it contains real thunder, the most yang and the right, and specializes in overcoming yin and evil ghosts.

"Are we ready to do it?" Xiang Ming slid out of his sleeve with the Qingfeng Sword, obviously ready as well.

Dealing with a corpse, Meng Juntong is not psychologically responsible, from the perspective of living beings, letting this guy escape will inevitably be a disaster.

It's just that with her and Xiang Ming, I really don't have a lot of confidence in dealing with this guy.

If Bai Zemir can go all out, it will have a great chance of winning, but now Meng Juntong does not have so much spiritual power to support Bai Ze's battle.

If you can't beat it, you have to fight, seeing that the beast corpse has already walked in the direction where they are, arching over, this is clearly an offensive posture.

"The first strike is strong, Xiang Ming, strike left and right!" At that moment, Meng Juntong no longer hesitated, the winter thunder sword came out, the thunder rolled, and in an instant, a light purple electric light formed an arc around the left side of the beast's corpse.