"Old woman, are you doing a little too much!"

Inside the Yin Ruins, Mu Taishi stood on the sharp corner of the high beam and looked out of the city, his face was dark. "That's the 'Mountain of Ten Thousand Corpses' that piled up the dead after the court sacrificed!"

Gradually, a dark shadow condensed on the corner of the beam next to Mu's mansion, and after a while, the shadow plumped up, revealing Xue Jiaoniang's more and more vibrant body: "It's just a mountain of ten thousand corpses, and it's not a ghost crying alley." Besides, the imperial court is long gone, I asked you to clean up the Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain, and you dragged it ......"

"Huh, why do you look younger?"

"You have to take care of it!"

"Makeup?" Master Mu was speechless: "It looks like a return to the light!"

"Get out!" Xue Jiaoniang's willow eyebrows were upside down, and she scolded in her heart: "This dead old wood!

At this time, there were dull explosions in the mountain stream under the Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain.

"Bang! bang!"

It is like a firecracker set off during the Chinese New Year, continuously, with an endless sound, mixed with a painful muffled hum.

"Daji is there!"

Wang Zimo was shocked by a series of explosions, and Ping You quickly slashed back, hurriedly withdrawing his right foot.

However, there are too many palms, and I just dodged this, and was caught by that one. No matter where he ran, the baby's little hand was always scratching half a foot in front of him.

"Blue Sky Divine Luo Eye, open!"

The aura entered his eyes, Wang Zimo's eyes suddenly turned black and white, he slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes returned to normal, black and white, but the pupils in the depths gradually changed from cyan purple to sky blue, and then transformed into navy blue.

Triple Sky Eye!

Wang Zimo opened the eyes of the Shenluo to the third level, and he was suddenly terrified when he surrounded his feet!

Where are the intertwined branches in this mountain?

It is clear that the white bones of the forest are intertwined, densely stacked together, like a huge burial pit.

This is a mountain of corpses!

Corpses were layered on top of each other, and the hundred-foot-high hills were made entirely of flesh and blood. I don't know how many hundred years later, the dust on the upper layer gradually hardened, forming an earthen crust that covered this filthy sin!

"Husband, it's time to hit the road!"

"Husband, I miss you so much!"

Dai Xiaomo's voice suddenly came from her ears, lingering and tactful, and the sound was touching. It seems that a strong man is fighting on the battlefield, and his wife thinks about it.

I looked around and found nothing.

"Husband, nodules and twenty thoughts, don't wait for the king to return, my face has gone, and I will be lovesick!"

Wang Zimo suddenly remembered that Han Xueling was wearing green clothes and standing on the stage and sang the song "Conjuring Spirits".

The sheng flute is suppressed, and the words are broken!

A rope notes, tied with large and small knots, each knot is full of ups and downs, laughter, and more tears of longing.

Han Xueling's voice is like a warbler, but why is she singing here?

"What kind of consensus did Dai Xiaomo reach with Da Ji, what did Brother Xue Ling gain by cutting off his life for Sister Xue Ling? And that faceless neck, could it be that he guided his brother to Kunxu? What are they looking for when they go to Kunxu?"

Wang Zimo's mind suddenly became a mess, and countless threads were entangled, pressing his right eyelid to jump, as if a tendon was pulling from the top of his head to his eyelid, and it took a lot of energy to blink.

"Chatter......

After the moon leaves, the sparse starlight is particularly precious.

However, the mountain of ten thousand corpses is rampant with ghosts, like fireflies in a psychedelic forest, full of freshness to strangers.

"It's just phosphorus fire!"

Wang Zimo's eyes flashed with fear, and he persuaded himself like this, Da Ji said that they were just phosphorus gas from corpses burning!

Suddenly, a halo of light shot into his eyes, stabbing Wang Zimo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was in severe pain.

He hurriedly dissipated his Shinra eyes, took out the Liqian bell from the storage bag and put it on his body, and sat cross-legged to condition his injured eyes.

The halo just now came from the crooked neck tree, and there was a sleek baby hanging from the tree, and the baby had half a bronze mirror stuck in its neck. Due to the angle, the remnant mirror happened to reflect the afterglow of the twilight moon into Wang Zimo's eyes.

Moonfall cathode!

The extreme yin entered the eyes, and suddenly stirred up bursts of ripples.

As the so-called pull a hair and move the whole body, the power of the yin pole enters the body from the eyes, instantly breaking the original balance, under the decline of yin and yang, Wang Zimo's bronzed skin slowly transformed into crescent white, a black hair is shiny and shiny, red lips and teeth, thin skin is white and red, and pale cyan blood vessels are faintly visible.

After a long time, Wang Zimo finished digesting this cathode power. After seeing the current picture, I was especially annoyed!

Not yin or yang!

I'm even more like a woman than Bu Yinyang!

Wang Zimo raised his eyes to look at the crooked neck tree, and the baby pointed at him and yelled, "Ahhhhh

"Leave the dry bell, possessed!"

Yang spiritual power was injected into the Qianzhong, and the prince's mind turned silently, and the Qianzhong quickly shrank and attached to the surface of the body. He withdrew from the fire and walked towards the crooked neck tree, looking up at the bare-bottomed baby in a puzzled way.

Stiff!

I've only seen it, but I've never faced it head-on.

I didn't expect that Dead Stiff would use illusion to confuse, if it weren't for its thousands of calculations, I didn't expect the lenses on my neck to reflect light, and at this time, Wang Zimo would have become a hanged ghost on a tree with a crooked neck!

"Twitter, twitter!"

The baby was very ghostly, and hid in a tree and would not come down.

Wang Zimo rummaged through Lu Dutian's storage bag for a long time, and finally found a rattle, stretched out his arm and shook it, trying to lure the baby over.

He was curious, wondering why the baby had a residual mirror around his neck.

Ordinary mirrors reflect moonlight at most, and I have never seen a bronze mirror that can reflect the moonlight. This mirror is not ordinary! Otherwise, the baby would not have stood out from the mountain of corpses.

"Twitter, twitter!"

The baby is attracted to the rattle, and its playful nature drives it to lean over step by step. There was no white in the black eyes, and they were round, reflecting the ghost fire that was whistling and speeding behind him.

It's close!

The baby slowly reached out and retracted before it could touch the rattle. Wang Zimo had what he thought was the most harmless smile on his face, waiting for it to pick up the rattle, and then pulled out the corner of the residual mirror.

One corpse and one person, each with a ghost.

Suddenly, the baby's eyes were full of fire, and a miserable white face was reflected. The baby's small mouth opened, revealing two rows of pitch-black gums, opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of black mist, snatched the rattle from Wang Zimo's hand, and squeaked back to the tree.

The prince was startled, and quickly took two steps back, dodging the oncoming black fog, and scolded the baby for being as cunning as a fox. Clusters of ghost fires flew wildly, and after a while, they formed a circle and blocked Wang Zimo inside.

The baby crawled on the fork of the tree with a crooked neck, shook the rattle in his hand, touched the residual mirror on his neck, and grinned to reveal his black gums again.

It's not laughter, it's monkey-like fear.

What is it afraid of?

The prince silently rushed left and right, but he could not escape the encirclement of the ghost fire. This kind of trick without offensive power will only make people feel uncomfortable!

"Imp!"

The prince scolded silently, and Pingyou kept plunging into the ground, stabbing back the dead stiffness that he wanted to climb out. However, the dead stiff is a dead thing, no matter how it is pierced, the dead stiff underground is like an immortal Xiaoqiang, constantly breaking deep holes from the ground, and crawling out one by one.

The range of movement became smaller and smaller, and Wang Zimo was forced to go under a tree with a crooked neck, leaning on the trunk of the tree, and swinging Pingyou's left and right slashes.

Dead and sluggish, Wang Zimo was not afraid.

What makes him chill is that the dense dead stiffs are all over the mountain, and even if you stretch out your head one by one and let him cut it, you will be tired to death!

A ghostly fire quietly broke away from the encirclement, paused in mid-air, gathered enough strength, and suddenly slammed into the prince's back, which was not blocked by the trunk of the tree.

The sudden force knocked him out.

As if someone had been kicked hard from behind, Wang Zimo lost his balance and was about to lie on the ground.

Surrounded by stiffness, if you fall to the ground, the consequences are ......

The prince was in a hurry, his left hand stopped the tendency to pounce forward, his right foot was raised high, and a front flip heel glared at the stiff head in front of him.

Wang Zimo used this force to bounce back again, and at the same time, he slashed flat in mid-air, directly slashing down the dead head behind him.

The whole action was done in one go, dissolving the power of the ghost fire.

It looks simple and coherent, but it is very difficult to do, without vigorous skills, relying on brute force to support the body with one arm, and to resolve the pressure on the back, this alone is enough for the prince to drink a pot of silence.

Before his heel could stand firmly, Wang Zimo hurriedly shook his left hand, which was slowly swollen, and he didn't grasp it well just now, and his wrist poked into the bone, and he was not lightly injured.

At this moment, this is not the time for hypocrisy.

The prince held back the pain silently, gritted his teeth and stared in all directions.

There is no good way to face the stiffness, only to cut off Liu Hongyuan's head in the same way as Da Ji at the beginning, and turn them into headless corpses one by one!