Pushing away the original body that had lost the mana of the essence element, the black corpse Taoist Ma Liuyin struggled to stand up, and the wound that passed through his chest came from time to time with the sting pain of burning fire, he took a deep breath, spit out heavily, and then set out to recover the lost mana.

It's a pity that the exquisite bone staff he has been cultivating for many years was taken away by his opponent, and he didn't know what tricks he used, so he couldn't rely on spiritual sense. In this way, several different methods were used, but all of them were useless and wasted their spirits.

In desperation, the black corpse Taoist turned his gaze to his original body, a body of muscles and bones tempered to a small level, and the corpse was already beyond the ordinary.

"It's a pity! If you're not careful, you lose everything. Since entering the Tao and refining qi, the 12 years of throughput have been reduced to painting cakes. ”

Although there was some unbearable look on his face, in order to recover his strength as soon as possible, Ma Liuyin still stretched out his foot and stepped on the chest of the original body, and his right hand was copied to the back of the corpse's head, firmly grasping the neck bone, and was about to make a decision according to the sacrificial method of the exquisite bone staff, and concocted the original body in the same way, suddenly he felt a little swaying in his heart, and his eyes were a little blurry.

The Black Corpse Daoist immediately understood that the body that had been resurrected by the corpse was not shallowly damaged, and it must be repaired as soon as possible, so he squeezed his remaining mana, and made a ghost Dao use of the power of the law to make a decision, borrowing the power of a bull from the "Mighty Ghost King" of the ancient Dao lineage.

After reciting the secret incantation, a circle of pitch-black fly-headed ghost seals suddenly appeared on Ma Liuyin's right wrist, and the arm that was originally like a reed stick swelled up in the blink of an eye, and the surface of his skin glowed with a metallic black light.

When the power of a bull was borrowed, the black corpse Taoist was no longer soft, and with a "bang", he forcibly pulled out the head of his original body and even his spine.

Each bone joint was covered with dark red blood, and the spinal cord was full of yin qi like substance, appearing as a strange snake that twisted and bounced from time to time, and only calmed down after three breaths.

"Ghost Dao, Resentful Spirit Blood Explosion!"

Extracting the skull and spine of the original body can be refined into a new staff, but most of the rest of the body cannot be wasted, Ma Liuyin remembered that the body of the boarding body has not yet been adjusted to its full state, so he simply stretched out his finger and used the principle of waste utilization to smash all the remnants of the original body and turn it into a blood mist for sacrificing ghosts, in exchange for everything he wanted.

In an instant, the body of the Black Corpse Daoist exploded one by one, and a dark red mist rose out of thin air, among which there were countless tiny distorted faces, all of which were victims killed by his own hands.

The spiritual blood mist blew and quickly spread around, like a blood-colored carpet, spread on the battlefield.

The wilderness full of corpses ambushed, after being covered by the blood mist of the ghost path, many corpses that had not had time to be buried dried up at a speed visible to the eye, just like a traveler who died of thirst in the Great Gobi outside the Saiwai, was dehydrated by the dry climate in the blink of an eye, and quickly turned into a dried corpse.

The Black Corpse Daoist watched the blood mist that gradually turned crimson in color, smelled the smell of blood getting stronger and stronger, and couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

According to his original intention, he waited until the blood mist turned black and the smell was fishy, and the heat would be full. However, Ma Liuyin's body has already lost too much blood now, his legs are constantly trembling, and his right hand that uses the strength of the Dao technique not only recovers to its original state, but also becomes even more emaciated to the skin and bones, and so all kinds of backlash are pouring together, and there is a peer who is close to the left, and I don't know when it will suddenly appear, and the situation is so bad that it can no longer be delayed.

"Hoo ......"

The Black Corpse Daoist let out a long breath, which was so long that his towering chest was "sunken", and then he opened his nose, hugged his hands and began to inhale.

"Suck ......"

Ma Liuyin was only a little pretentious, and the spiritual blood mist was like a tired bird returning to its nest, swarming and rushing over, constantly pouring into his body, this scene was like a heavenly river rolling upside down, and a waterfall flowing.

The chest wound that was originally bleeding was healed and recovered in a blink of an eye, and the right hand that borrowed strength from the Mighty Ghost King not only quickly returned to its original state, but also swelled its muscles and flesh, like a fist mage who has tempered his body for thousands of years.

Lingtian trickle has no mana, and with the continuous flow of blood mist, it refines the life essence in it by itself, and transforms it into orthodox ghost path mana in the acupuncture points in the body, and it is no longer mixed with the mana of other Dao veins as before.

"Without the shackles of the eyebrows and bones, the poor Dao can open up the dantian qi sea, accumulate the mana of the ghost Dao, and try to refine the true text of the Dao Law internally. All of this is thanks to the fact that the left-handed scholar hired by the Chamber of Commerce was able to control the magic sword cultivated by the power of the Beidou, so that he could shatter the original body of the poor Dao. ”

The Black Corpse Daoist was originally just a miscellaneous monk, but after this incident, not only did his skills not regress, but his Taoism improved a little, and he couldn't help but sigh, and realized the essence of the ghost path cultivation in the dark.

"The Taoist ancestor said: Woe, blessing depends on it. Blessings lurk in disguise. The ancients did not deceive me. ”

Suddenly, Ma Liuyin sensed that the crisis had arrived, and couldn't help but look sideways, and immediately saw that on the nearby hills, there was a big green donkey standing quite humane, which had just been given to the original person who had died, and he returned the same way, not only did he still have the same demeanor, but there was no surprise on his face for his resurrection after death.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the battlefield where the smoke of gunpowder had dissipated, shrouded in a dark red blood mist, and in it was a stranger, the linen dress of the homeless, but there were three points of ghost energy, three points of dao qi, three points of popularity, and a point of indescribable spiritual rhyme.

"According to what the Yellow Turban Qu Shuai Yu Poison said, the monks of the corpse path and the ghost path are best at borrowing corpses to return souls, and they are good at communicating with the ghosts and gods of the netherworld, and can borrow all kinds of incredible Taoist secret methods. There are three corpses and six insects in the Gu Dao, and there are also three corpses and five ghosts in the Netherworld, maybe it is with the help of the external force of the ghost king. I'll have to watch out!"

Ye Zhiqiu walked with the caravan for a morning, and fought with the thieves again, at this time his stomach was hungry, and he called out Pinghu again, but he didn't want it to turn around and swallow all his appetite.

In an instant, the Pinghu was divided into two, becoming a large and a small two-headed Pinghu, and without Ye Zhiqiu's greeting, it rushed towards the blood mist not far away, and the speed was as fast as an arrow from the string.

Ye Zhiqiu watched this scene from beginning to end, and couldn't help but touch his stomach, although his stomach was empty, he didn't have the slightest sense of hunger, as if he had been devoured by a fox, and he suddenly sighed.

At the same time, the black corpse Taoist saw that his peers were preemptive, and released a killer weapon for no reason, and immediately pinched it with his right hand, shaking the skull staff in his left hand.

Suddenly, the two foxes pounced near the blood mist, immediately activating their innate abilities and competing with Ma Liuyin for this blood mist containing the essence of life.

Just after the three breaths, the blood mist that hung in the air shrank by three percent, and the color of the two foxes changed from snow white to pink, and then turned into chicken blood red, as for the resentful spirits hidden in the blood mist, it was originally a good poison, but it was not prevented from relying on the fox's own fox fire to protect itself, and the ordinary resentment and fierce soul were burned to ashes in an instant, leaving only the pure essence of life.

The blood mist that the black corpse Dao man had just made out after smashing the original body, how could he let the opponent share the benefits of it, and suddenly issued an order, and the surrounding fog suddenly rolled up and erupted into the sky, and then kept injecting into the skeleton staff that had not yet had time to be refined.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but squint his eyes when he saw such a mysterious scene: "Left Dao monk sacrifices magic weapons, this scene is rare. Unfortunately, I won't let you get your wish!"

I saw him stretch out his hand and make a move, and the two Pinghu, who had lost their mouths, had to return even if they were ruthless, and then Ye Zhiqiu handed over the magic sword with the power of the Beidou to the Linghu to hold the handle, and pointed towards his peers who were covered with blood mist.

The fox was originally the secret technique of the Qingqiu Fox Clan, and it was made of appetite under the method of the insect path, specializing in devouring flesh and blood, but there was nothing to do about the things of gold and iron - the iron beast black and white bear had a good mouth, but the attached power of the Beidou was very disgusting.

Therefore, when the black corpse Taoist saw the fox who had gone and returned, holding the magic sword that killed the original body, flying at the speed of an arrow from the string, hindered by the death of the original body, he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands in fright, and raised the skeleton staff that had not yet been sacrificed to the fullest.

With a click, the forehead of the original body was already damaged, even after hastily refining, the texture was not tough enough, and it was hit by Ye Zhiqiu's Dao method sword again, and it suddenly cracked, leaking out the resentful spirits and yin qi locked inside.

Ma Liuyin knew that the skull staff was useless, and he hated and hurt in his heart, and couldn't help but scold: "How can there be such a swordsmanship in the world!

Ye Zhiqiu didn't expect that his whimsical and creative move would inadvertently "practice" the Insect Dao Swordsmanship, where would he still care about the enemy, laughing on the surface, but secretly making the two foxes grind the newborn skeleton staff, turn the sword body and assassinate.

"What does it matter to me if you don't accept it! If you knew this was the case, you shouldn't have come to provoke me, but now you can't accept it, it's too late!"

Sensing that the crisis was coming, the face of the black corpse Daoist was as black as the bottom of the pot, although the body was repaired as before, and most of the mana was recovered after refining, but he did not dare to resist the death power of the Big Dipper.

The two foxes kept stabbing with magic swords, and passed by Ma Liuyin several times, and the wound splashed with a trace of blood, but it disappeared out of thin air. The fox tasted the monk's blood, and became more and more crazy, and the cold blade became closer and closer to the prey.

The Black Corpse Daoist was terrified in his heart, but there was no way to think about it: "Without the Yin Demon Talisman Spell, where else can I hide?"

Suddenly, Ma Liuyin hit a rock, and his tumbling figure suddenly stopped, he secretly screamed badly, and saw a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and the cold blade fell quietly, piercing his chest.

The Black Corpse Daoist knew that he was going to die, and couldn't help but shout: "Master, you want to avenge me......"