After that, nothing else happened to him, but when he came to the view, the empty mountain was silent, and there was a long cry of jackdaws. The crow's voice was so terrible that it made the hairs stand on end, as if something ominous was about to happen.

This view has white walls and black tiles, and the charm is simple. The front hall is a place for pilgrims to play, the corridor of the hall, the flowers and trees are sparse, and it is very elegant and quiet. It's just that this time is lonely and unpopular.

Without delay, they went straight to the nave. This nave is another weather, the temple pays tribute to the statue of the god of heaven, solemn and solemn can not be desecrated.

There are more than 20 people in a group, and the momentum is very impressive. Pang Xian and Wei Siqi, Huang Futao and others were at the forefront at this time. Knocking on the closed door of the nave, several people stood in their positions, supporting each other and slowly entering the hall.

Pang Xian took a closer look, and saw that the main hall was very spacious, filled with black smoke, and the ten-meter-tall statue of Tianzun could be seen in the haze, which was as powerful as a prison, looking at all beings. On the top of the main hall, there is a coffin, on which there is a hideous ghost charm painted with blood, and people are frightened to see it, lest there really be an evil ghost to pounce out of the cannibalism.

"Ahem......" A few hoarse coughs sounded. Only then did I find that there was a small altar behind the coffin, and there were several swaggering flags on both sides of the altar, and the surface of the banner was woven with gold and silver threads to form the true shape of the red ghost. On the altar sat a black-robed old man, because of the black smoke, he couldn't see his face clearly for a while, and he only felt as thin as firewood, describing as ugly.

The old man smiled and said, "Hehe, all the good guests have come from afar, and the poor road has never been far away. ”

Seeing that he was not a good person, Wei Siqi, the beggar of the Dragon Spirit, asked out loud: "Who are you? What is the relationship between you and the Qixia Guanbanri Immortal? There is a great drought here, but you are making trouble?"

The black smoke covered the black-robed old man, and only his fierce eyes emitted a scarlet ghost light. Pang Xian ran the mixed Yuan True Qi to his eyes, and saw that this old Taoist expression was idle, as if he was holding a pearl of wisdom.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! You heroes still wait for the disciples to gather, and I will work hard to catch the remaining old ways. The black-robed old man held a swarthy ancient sword in his hand, and casually perfunctory the beggar of the gods while looking at it, and he didn't take him to heart at all.

At this time, the twenty-six knights of the rivers and lakes all entered the middle hall, and the beggar disciples were furious when they heard this, they were really arrogant and evil people.

There was a "bang", and the old Taoist priest did not make any movements, and the door was automatically windless and closed tightly. There was a commotion among the knights, and some people ran to the door and pushed it hard, but there was no response.

The black-robed old man looked at the heroes in the hall, and all the gods were full of energy, and his heart was very happy. What a baby, what a baby! With the long sword in his hand, the incense candle on the altar spontaneously combusted without fire. The candle flame flickered, the green flame illuminated, and suddenly the room was full of blue.

Pang Xian's heart tightened, he came, and depending on the means of this demon, he didn't need to be strong now. Wei Shen beggar and others also knew the critical moment, watched and listened to all directions, and closely guarded against accidents.

The old Taoist chanted words on the altar, as if he was doing exercises. Everyone didn't know what was inside and didn't dare to forcibly attack the altar, so as not to fall into the trap of the old way.

Suddenly, the ground paved with blue bricks shook violently, and Pang Xian thought about it for a while, so he shouted: "Be careful underground, zombies are haunting." ”

The voice fell, and the "......boom" exploded, the blue bricks on the ground were broken into dust, and several figures showed through the ground, and the rolling majestic wind blew, raising smoke and dust all over the room.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Everyone couldn't help but cough loudly.

"Bang...... Bang ......" a few times, and several more knights were killed and sank on the ground.

"'One-armed Flying Bear' Mao Sui, 'Flying Flowers on the River' Situ Ying. The plum blossom people were furious, and apparently recognized several famous heroes in the rivers and lakes.

The dragon god beggar Wei Siqi angrily reprimanded: "You, a demon dao, slaughtered fellow people in the rivers and lakes, full of evil, and are not afraid of evil retribution?"

Pang Xian snorted slightly, this kind of condemnation had no effect on the demon demons, and he delayed his efforts in vain. They have all done such evil things, how can they be afraid of people to say it!

Sure enough, the black-robed old Taoist laughed and said: "Retribution? You ignorant fools know what retribution is? If you accidentally break your body, the power of making a baby will drop a lot in the future. You mortals can't do it, you can't even be zombies, right?"

Pang Xian paddled on the field with a golden spear in his hand, wanting to see what other means this demon path had, and at the same time trying his best to protect these knights who dared to come to subdue the demons, so as not to be mutilated by zombies.

The black-robed old man watched the babies under his command fight all the chivalrous warriors in embarrassment, and it was difficult to fight back, and he was suddenly complacent and beaming. When these chivalrous warriors are refined, their own power will be much stronger. Because the ancestor was killed by the sword immortal and the master was defeated, he swallowed his anger over the years and did not dare to be arrogant. If this trip goes well, you can get the book of heaven, and you will be able to be an immortal family member in the future.

Thinking of this, a thousand ambitions rose in his heart, and the black sword in his hand was hurriedly waved, driving the zombies to kill these knights quickly, and when these bodies were in his pocket, he could also plan the affairs of the Book of Heaven with peace of mind.

Driven by the demon road, the stiff dancer worked harder and harder, and the knights felt that the situation was even more dangerous. It's a pity that these zombies are more powerful than the five clay figures in the woods, and the swords are difficult to hurt, and several zombies have grown green hairs on their bodies, and they look very old.

The spear in Pang Xian's hand flew like a golden dragon, angrily rolling the remnant clouds, majestic and domineering. The true qi of the mixed element is like a wild wave in the sea, wave after wave. It's a good feeling to do your best to make the most of what you've done.

When Pang Xian figured out that this old way would only drive him to jump stiff, he was waiting to exert all his strength to settle this demon trick, and something happened suddenly.

I saw a thick yellow cloud drifting in from the back door of the nave, bleak and boundless, and there seemed to be a spark splashing inside, and the scorching breath came to the nose. Pang Xian watched in disbelief as the thick clouds drifted in, gradually covering the entire hall. Black smoke and yellow clouds blend together, and the rancid smell is disgusting.

A hearty laugh rang out: "Uncle Min, you want to eat alone! It's my nephew's idea to lure the Jianghu warriors to attack Qixiaguan!"

As laughter came, a Mai Taoist walked in with a long banner in his hand. Seeing that he is about forty years old, he looks very good, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a beard under his chin, but an evil spirit between his eyebrows has ruined his temperament.

The black-robed Taoist said angrily: "Senior nephew Ling, what kind of mess are you wrapping in, you can use these good meat corpses in the Clothed Ma Sect!"

Mai Daoist replied: "Uncle Shi is really selfish, so I will allow your family to refine zombies, and I urgently need these good meat." I teach the locusts in the ancestral Huang Neng Banner to be fed!"

"These people in the rivers and lakes are the most powerful in flesh and blood, and with these Huang Nengbangs who have been given to me, maybe they can be promoted!"

Pang Xian saw that the two demon daos actually regarded himself and the others as nothing, and they fought for each other, and he couldn't cry or laugh in his heart. At present, there is no threat, and it is not too late to counterattack after seeing what means the Mai Dao people have. At this time, all the heroes on the field knew that they had fallen into a trap and ambush, and they were all anxious, and they didn't know how to respond.