Strange cries come and go, hidden in the darkness, and it is outrageous.

In such a cold environment, Wang Zimo was sweating profusely, and his mouth was muttering vigorously that he had just learned the innate ten-child sound.

"Om, silence, ether, swoop, smack, trumpet,, vidine, divine. ”

Over and over again, over and over again.

I don't know how to use it, but it's better than nothing!

The sound of the tenth birth was the sound of the fetus in the mother's womb, and when the prince recited it silently for the tenth time, his pounding heart gradually calmed down.

But that miserable white face was suddenly attached to the right shoulder, and like Wang Zimo, he muttered strange words in his mouth, and he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman.

That face was extremely hideous.

It's like a plastic mask that melts at high temperatures.

And its sound seems to be separated by a filter, smoothing out all the tones, without any emotional color.

The strange sound mixed with the congenital ten-child sound that the prince silently recited, and together it came clearly into the ears.

"Wu Guling Buwei vomited. ”

"Om Ether Woo Horn Dumb Pyridine!"

"Wu Guling Buwei vomited. ”

......

The two sounds were mixed together, constantly confused, and entangled with each other into Wang Zimo's mind.

Slowly, Wang Zimo's tongue turned around, and he didn't know whether it was the congenital ten-born sound or the obscure language that followed the face.

Lu Dutian, who rushed ahead, was struggling to move forward while manipulating the flying sword, while listening to the movement behind him.

Bursts of yin qi permeated everywhere, and he had to separate his spirit to protect his dantian from interference.

Suddenly, Lu Dutian shuddered.

Suddenly, I felt a cold and wet current, counterattacking along the spine, and the hairs on my body stood upside down in an instant.

"Motherfucker! Bastard, it's not good to pronounce the congenital ten-born sound, and he actually recited the ghost language in a terrible way. ”

"It's ...... Nonsense!"

Lu Dutian tightened his scalp and cheered up the spirit.

He didn't dare to look back, Taifu had warned him before parting: There are three lamps in the human body, respectively in the crown of heaven and on both shoulders, if you turn back, the yang lamp will be blown out by the turbidity, and the weak yang qi is more likely to be invaded by dampness.

The prince Mo read more and faster, Wuli Wow, it was even more energetic than reciting the congenital ten-born sound!

"Bastard, you chicken paws, shut up!"

Lu Dutian was in a hurry, and the sweat of the bean was flowing down his head.

If you keep reading this bastard, you have to read yourself to death!

The ghost whispered like a tight spell around Lu Dutian's head, and he hurriedly took out a small mirror from his pocket and looked back, this glance almost fell from the flying sword in fright.

I saw that the grimace beside Wang Zimo was getting clearer and clearer, and a tall and burly body faintly appeared.

"Ghost King?"

Lu Dutian tightened his arms, feeling more and more uncomfortable with the cold behind him, he didn't know what Wang Zimo was messing with, so he simply put away his sword and let Wang Zimo plant it from a high altitude like a turnip.

The black ghost shadow roared and fell to the ground, and the ghost shadow was lying on Wang Zimo's back, turning his head and glaring at Lu Dutian viciously.

This glance carries a strong threat.

As if to warn him not to meddle.

"Damn!

If it weren't for Mrs. Lu's repeated instructions to bring Wang Zimo to Yinxu safely, Lu Du would have wanted to go back.

He didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly manipulated the flying sword to chase down.

Lu Dutian is not a monk, so naturally he has no magic to deal with ghosts. But Wang Zimo is a human being, and he only needs to stun him.

Although Dao Xiu was afraid of ghosts, it was in the absence of preparation. Afraid of being attacked by ghosts, the most vulnerable Yuan Shen, resulting in a deficit in the spiritual power of the dantian.

If the dantian is sealed in advance, you will not be afraid!

But that would be like a waste.

Lu Dutian completely sealed the dantian, stared at a pair of bull's eyes and pouted extremely angrily.

After Wang Zimo landed on the ground, not only did he not break his body, but he was running around vigorously, and it took a lot of effort to hold him down.

The prince struggled silently, and his strength was immense.

Lu Dutian self-proclaimed cultivation, and his body bones were far from Wang Zimo's, and he was chased and beaten by Wang Zimo several times.

The yin qi around is getting heavier and heavier, covering the full moon disk in the sky, lining the coniferous forest even more gloomy.

"Tuk, tuk. ”

"Goo, goo......"

Gradually, the yin qi was as thick as ink mist, and strange cries kept coming from it, like laughing but not laughing, like crying instead of crying, sharp and piercing, confusing people's minds.

Wang Zimo's mouth is still full of nonsense, Wuli Wow.

"It's like a sloppy pit in a special pit!

Lu Dutian sprinkled some cinnabar given to him by Taifu Lu around as he ran, jumped into it after besieging the city, and sprinkled some more at the prince, and after making sure that he was no longer surrounded by yin qi, he held his breath and condensed, secretly opened a slit in the dantian, manipulated the hilt of the flying sword, and slashed at the back of Wang Zimo's head.

The kid rolled his eyes and softened into a loach on the ground.

"Whew! I'm tired of Lao Tzu!"

Lu Dutian was paralyzed on the ground panting, and after a while, he walked up to Wang Zimo with a scolding and scolding, touching the blue and purple pieces, and his hot and painful face everywhere, eager to ram Wang Zimo into a meatloaf.

Suddenly, an afterimage swooped over.

Lu Dutian's face turned cold for a moment, and then turned pale.

He hurriedly closed his eyes and breathed and quickly sealed the dantian. Even so, he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of black blood, holding his chest and staggering, almost lying on the ground.

"It's going to be a bad thing!"

Lu Dutian's face was pale, and he kicked Wang Zimo's ass fiercely, scolding and struggling to carry him up, looked up at the high city tower, and ran forward hard.

"Cinnabar doesn't work against Kunxu's ghosts, just now I fell into the ghost trap!"

Lu Dutian's face was cloudy, "Hey, I'm going to die!"

There was still a cloud of black gas shrouded in the dark green surface of his hall, and clusters of flames could be faintly seen swaying in the shadows.

It is said that "eat a trench, grow a wisdom." ”

What kind of occasion is it scored, if this "eating a trench" directly kills the old man, what else is there to talk about "growing a wisdom"?

Lu Dutian's pale face became more and more purple, as if someone was pinching his neck, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.

"Hahaha, come with me!"

"Let's go now!"

"What glory and wealth, holding power, drunken money, beautiful women, these are all yours!"

Gradually, Lu Dutian's high head slowly lowered.

Especially the black and white eyes, unable to resist the yin qi soaking, the gaze began to scatter and wander, sometimes cloudy and sometimes clear as a mirror.

His ears were empty, and he carried the dead prince Mo on his back, and the soles of his feet were rootless when he walked, as if he was stepping on cotton.

"Come with me!"

Behind the empty voice, a woman with a cloak, a red robe, and half of her white flower legs was exposed, following behind Lu Dutian.

She kept admonishing, and when she saw that Lu Dutian ignored him, she was getting closer and closer to Yinxu, so she hurriedly chased two steps and turned back suddenly.

With a click, the hair-clad head suddenly cracked open and slammed back, leaving a row of white, neat teeth, planted on the chin, as if half of the head had been cut off from the front, and only a piece of skin was still attached.

Lu Dutian closed his eyes tightly, dragged Wang Zimo's ass with both hands, and kept muttering the congenital ten-child sound in his mouth.

Whether it works or not, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor!

Besides, now that Lu Dutian has self-styled dantian, he can only work hard with his mouth.

The female ghost got closer and closer to them, and a small hand suddenly reached out of her throat, trying to grab Wang Zimo and pull him off Lu Dutian's back.

Inferring from Lu Dutian's pace, in less than half a breath, that little hand would grab Wang Zimo's arm.

Half a breath is less than a breath.

"Hiss!

Suddenly, the little hand squeaked, the voice was short, slightly immature, but full of unwilling violence.

Everything came too fast, and I saw the prince lying silently on Lu Dutian's back, and a white light suddenly bloomed on his chest, reflecting his body crystal clear.

Then the little hand suddenly became frightened, and quickly retracted the female ghost's belly, and by the way, it was like the lid of the tunnel entrance to death, and pulled back the upper half of the female ghost's head with a "bang", screaming strangely, and running away.

The surroundings suddenly brightened, and a white lotus flower reflected a phantom, slowly levitating above Wang Zimo's head.

Suddenly, the road ahead was unimpeded, and the terrifying ghost retreated into the nearby woods like a tide.

"Ghost Mother?"

Lu Dutian turned his head and looked at the dazzling red that was fading away, and fell into deep thought.

At first, it was the ghost king, and later the ghost mother was attracted to come.

What's so good about this preserved egg thing? It attracted the ghost king and the ghost mother to come and snatch it.

Lu Dutian looked up at the white lotus that protected the prince silently below, his black eyebrows tightened, as if he remembered something, and then stretched out.

"Damn, I almost died!"