Hu Buwei was expressionless, leaning on Qin Su, his two eyes staring straight ahead. He Jiangzhou picked him up and put him on the seat.

When He Jiangzhou finished introducing everyone, he asked Qin Su, "Why are you here?"

Qin Su lowered his head and said, "I saw that you hadn't come to call me for a long time, and I thought it was ...... Thought it was ......"

It turned out that Qin Su and the others had been hiding in the dungeon, seeing that it was getting dark outside, and the guests who came to congratulate them were gradually gone, but He Jiangzhou never came. Qin Su was full of anxiety, and he didn't know what had happened. She thought about countless possibilities in her heart, but she thought that someone had stopped Fan Tongyou and prevented him from shaping Hu Buwei's soul.

was so frightened, after three bangs rang outside, she couldn't hold back the fear in her heart anymore, and decided to take Hu Buwei and personally go to Fan Tongyou to plead and plead.

In her imagination, it must be that the master knew her plan and deliberately rushed here to make a stumbling block, saying all kinds of things wrong with Hu Buwei in front of Fan's seniors, so that Fan's seniors could dispel the idea of helping Hu Buwei's soul. Therefore, after coming out of the gate, she came to the door with a sad and indignant mood, and did not speak. Just wait for the time to go in, and have a face-to-face questioning and defense with the master.

It's just that the situation in the room was unexpected, the master was not in the room, only three strange old people were sitting. At this time, she thought of the second possibility, Fan's predecessors must have listened to the rumors on the rivers and lakes and decided that Hu Buwei was a villain. That's why there was the scene just now.

After listening to Qin Su's narration at the moment, several old people in the room burst out laughing.

Ding Hui smiled: "You think about the surname Fan too complicated. This old guy won't be swayed by other people's opinions. He has no position, no principle. You'll understand when you meet him. Old Man He and Tao Qu also laughed when they heard him say this. Even Luan Jun showed a rare smile.

"Lao Fan's hobby, I'm afraid it has intensified in the past few years. If a person hides so far away, no one cares about him, it's all up to his temperament. ”

"A few years ago, I heard that he had turned his yard into a winery, and hired a dozen craftsmen to make wine for him every day, and the door was full of wine urns. ”

Old Man He smiled and said, "I told him that when he comes, I will give him a jar of 160-year-old Fenjiu left by my father...... Guess what the old guy was going to do? He begged me. Let me give him two altars, he is willing to come to my village as a cleaning servant, brush pots and bowls, live or die, I will dispose of it......"

"Poof—" Tao Qu squirted out a mouthful of tea in his mouth.

"It's over!" Old Fan Wine Worm has gotten into the paste, and now he can't be saved...... the four of them sighed together, thinking of the past of the drunkard's old friend, and couldn't help but laugh.

"What date are you setting for him?" Ding Hui asked Old Man He.

"I didn't say the exact date, but the old drunken worm said it would arrive in a month at the latest. It's only been a day or two. ”

"It seems that he is already on the road, maybe he has already arrived outside Jiangning Mansion now, Miss Qin, you wait patiently, it won't be too long." The old drunken worm was thirsty for wine. I heard that there was good wine to drink, so I didn't run desperately. The four laughed again.

They were not wrong, Fan Tongyou had indeed come to Jiangning Mansion. And it's also an alcohol addiction. I'm running desperately.

Desperately trying to escape.

At night, the mountain wind was very strong, and I ran in the dense forest. I can't see the road under my feet at all, and he has a lot of ability. The brush went quickly, and he didn't hit a tree or fall into a pit. He was in a hurry, looking up overhead, the thick foliage obscured his vision, but from the slight leak, he could still make out the outline of the moon completely.

A round of jade basin is clearly hanging high in the sky, accompanied by few stars. Today is the fifteenth, the full moon. When the moon is in full bloom, the yin qi in the sky is the strongest. To make matters worse, it's still midnight. The sky is cloudy, and the yang energy is gone.

More than ten feet behind him, there were chirps one after another, and the dead bodies chased closer. Fan Tongyou sighed, light walking is not his forte, although he has added a leopard soul to himself, but this is still not as good as the zombie who has been cast a rapid technique.

The wind behind his head was urgent, and Fan Tongyou hurriedly bowed his head. A long object hovered over the top, with the sound of the wind whistling. It was a full arm, the upper and lower arms joined together, bent and bent like a meteor hammer, 'snap!' into the trunk of the tree, and the flesh flew in all directions. These tattered zombies did not spare their bodies, eyeballs and teeth, and they were all pulled out as hidden weapons, and now they even use their arms.

"Hahaha! Master Fan, I found you again, do you want to run this time?" said Yaoyao, a hoarse voice mockingly.

"Isn't it great that you can honestly pass on the mantra to me, and I will help you carry forward the spell? Why do you have to let me grab it? This hurts the harmony between our master and apprentice. ”

Fan Tongyou gritted his teeth, did not speak, opened his palm, and saw under the shadow of the moon that among his five sharp claws, there was an emerald green fat one.

The last one, Fan Tongyou sighed, reached to his waist, and pinched a bottle with a 'pop!'. A faint golden light flickered in the middle of his palm, like a golden ball, enveloping Zhi from all sides.

In an instant, Nazhi suddenly swelled, expanding its body foot by foot between Fan Tongyou's palms, and its nail-like skin cracked, revealing a pale black crust. The thin transparent wings were divided into two sides by the top of the arched spine, the fan-like ears hung down from the head, and between the two compound eyes, a long tortuous object flew out, swinging like a long snake.

Knowing the spirit of a wild elephant, the size is huge, comparable to a real elephant. In just a moment's time, knowing that he had finished melting, he was kicked behind by Fan Tongyou, "Han-Han-" roared, rolled into the corpse group, rushed left and right, and became a mess.

The two chasing people scolded angrily, but Fan Tongyou ignored it anymore, and only rushed with all his strength.

After another quarter of an hour, the low sound of zombies filled my ears again.

Fan Tongyou was annoyed, and the thirst in his throat like a knife cut was even more unbearable, his heartbeat accelerated, and on the tip of the flesh, there was a soft place where thousands of insects seemed to wriggle, and the itch was extremely difficult to scratch, Fan Tongyou knew. Damn alcohol addiction is back up. But there was nothing else on his body except for the one hundred and eight soul sealing bottles wrapped around his waist. He used wine gourds for decades. It was already shattered by zombies when he was in Shouzhou.

"Poof-" There was another sharp noise behind him. The zombies are approaching again.

The voice was strange, and Fan Tongyou couldn't tell what shape of weapon it was for a while. The sound came from a large area, and it seemed to be large, but from the slight sound, it seemed to be very small and light. Before he had time to think about it, he pinched the ninth small bottle in the bottom row of the cloth belt around his waist, and silently recited the secret mantra at the same time.

Trichophyllum feathers. The bottom row is the cyst.

In an instant, his back quickly bulged, from the base of his neck to his hips. Two long-petaled half-moon-shaped objects pierced through the surface of the garment, and the bulges protruded, and in the dim shimmer, the dark and deep texture of the two round objects could be discerned.

The spirit of the dung beetle.

What is produced is two extremely thick beetle shell wings. Like two shields folded together, protecting the skin of his back.

He had nothing left to defend himself against the enemy's weapons, so he could only incorporate the spirit of the dung beetle into his body. Thanks to the little dirty insects that didn't despise these dung balls before, they now have to rely on giving birth to their wings to save their lives.

"Sss With a strong stench that is nauseating, it burrows into the nose. Fan Tongyou also felt the burning pain on his back. And the blades of grass around him withered quickly as if they had been beaten by severe frost.

"It's corpse water!" Fan Tongyou was shocked and angry, and secretly scolded himself for being careless. These highly corrosive liquids only lasted a while. It will dissolve through the wings on his body, enter his body, and finally dissolve his whole body. "it!" he scolded through gritted teeth. One step wide, shins hard. When he landed, he soared like a big bird, breaking through the foliage and forming a barrier. Jumped to the top of the tree.

The moonlight was soft, sprinkled over a large area of land with the chirping of insects. Fan Tongyou was not in the mood to appreciate the moonlight, looking into the distance, discerning the direction. He finally saw the Jiangning Mansion City in the distance, and the lights that never night reflected the sky in a pale red color.

"Drink!" he shouted, adjusting himself, and slammed his foot on the canopy in front of him, stopping the fall, and leaping three feet more with the help of his strength. The evening breeze blew in his face, and the white whiskers on his lips flowed down to the sides of his cheeks like flowing water.

The two carapaces slowly parted to the sides with the shoulder blades on his back as the fulcrum, and a thin layer of transparent wings appeared, and under the moonlight, the stars shone with the seven-colored brilliance of the rainbow. He was like a dung beetle through and through, vibrating and flying through the air.

It's just that, after all, he is a person, not an insect. The sheer weight was too great for the thin mannous wings to bear, and he flew very slowly, and from time to time he had to step on the nearest branch and bounce with his strength.

In the woods below, the chirping of 'Hu-Hu' has not stopped, and judging from the range of sound dispersion, dozens of zombies have formed a circular encirclement under their bodies. As long as you accidentally fall, you will be in trouble in an instant.

On the left side of his spine, a burning sensation made him uneasy. He knew that the back shell, which was not completely closed, had not been able to block all the corpse water, and that a drop had seeped in through the gap.

He could even feel how the poisonous juice slowly burned his skin red, blackened, and then burned through the erosion into a deep pit of pus. He had to find a secluded place to clean it up, otherwise the rotting flesh would produce more poisonous water, and it would be too late to heal it.

"Master, do you still want to fly, hurry down, I sincerely admire your spells and want to inherit your mantle. The hoarse voice followed behind and said unhurriedly.

"Haven't I been able to lead an art investment teacher? With someone like me as your apprentice, why don't you be happy to live for generations in the future?"

"Shut up! Shi Zuxiao!" Fan Tongyou finally couldn't stand the man's noise, and shouted: "I don't accept disciples in my life, even if I really want to accept you, how can I accept you, an old immortal?

"That's all the shallow insight of the ignorant!" said Shi Zuxiao, "what is so good about young people, lazy and frizzy, how can they concentrate on learning your master's spells? Besides, old man, I have been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for decades. Friends all over the world, once I know that you will become my master. Won't they tell each other and make it a good talk?"

"Phew, Phew, Fart, stinks, stinks, stinks a hundredfold than your goddamn corpses!"

"Alas. Master, you know that you can't get out, why do you have to do this? Anyway, you have to teach if you want to, and you have to teach if you don't want to teach, so why can't you figure out this truth, and let me serve a good day of tea and food? I have to choose a leather whip to be willing. ”

The pain in Fan Tongyou's back became more and more intense, and every movement he made caused pain in the skin under his flanks. This made him even more angry. "Even demons like the Corpse Gate don't want to accept you and kick you out of the door. Shi Zuxiao, you still have the face to come to me to apprentice, hey! The world's most shameless name, is there more qualified than your old man?"

"Nonsense!" Shi Zuxiao said angrily, "Who said that the corpse gate doesn't want me? I ran out of my own free will, I am not right with Chang Da to be that old man, he is the head, I naturally refuse to obey his command." ”

I saw that the woods were getting denser and denser, and there were many vines and shrubs blocking the way. The zombies were very inconvenient to move, and Shi Zuxiao finally ran out of patience.

"Yaoqing, don't let this old man fly again, wake up the white corpse. Knock him down. ”

"Yes, master. A young voice replied.

There is no living creature where it lands. Fan Tongyou anxiously looked around quickly, praying secretly in his heart. Even if it's a grasshopper, it's done.

There was a brief flash of light in the woods beneath his feet. The pale cyan ones were extinguished as soon as they lit up. Fan Tongyou heard an inhuman roar. It is as if a person is suffering immensely and cannot resist the intermittent screams.

The young man was whispering a mantra. The tone is short and poignant, like a complaint.

"Boom!", a huge red flame of light flew out from below, brushed in front of Fan Tongyou, and dragged a long flame tail into the sky, like a brilliant and dazzling firework.

"Oh no! they've awakened the magic-wielding corpses. Fan Tongyou was secretly frightened in his heart, and he didn't dare to go straight anymore, so he adjusted his posture and turned left and right. After jumping for a while, the zombie actually judged the trajectory of his movement again. Just as he stepped away from the canopy, there was a 'boom!', and another fireball whistled from under his feet.

Fan Tongyou leaned forward in shock, and at the same time stretched his arms up to the sky, trying to minimize the area of the attack. There was a tearing pain in his back, and an entire piece of armor was broken by Qi Gen. The fireball streaked at his side, and the whistling sound that made his ears buzz and roar, and for a moment he couldn't hear anything else. It was only after the severe pain that he felt a strong burning sensation on his skin. On the left side, the membranous wings have been fused through, and countless bubbles have burned on the skin.

"Damn it!" Fan Tongyou couldn't stop the falling trend of his body anymore, seeing the sharp sound of grass blades brushing below, and the trajectory of zombie movements forming dozens of straight lines, all gathering towards the place where he landed, he thought, "What should I do?"

"What should I do?" At this time, in a simple grass hut five miles in front of Fan Tongyou, another person was also asking questions.

"Hall Master Jiang, Hall Master Sang, Hall Master Mo, and their subordinates have all been killed. There are only fifteen hall masters left in the Outer Eighteen Halls, Lord Kang Xiang, what should we do now? ”

The nine people bowed their heads respectfully, and only dared to cast their eyes on a black-robed old man sitting on a stool.

The old man did not move, leaning forward slightly, as if he was lost in thought. The intricate patterns of gold thread were embroidered on the sleeves of his robe like two dragons with teeth and claws. This says a lot about who he is. His face was obscured by the hat that was under his cover, and his expression was not visible, but judging by the calm gray beard that hung down from his chest, he was probably not shaken by the news.

Long.

The eight hall masters and one altar master waited quietly like this, not daring to make the slightest sound. There was not even the sound of breathing in the room, and the ten people seemed to have turned into ten wooden sculptures.

The candle 'peeled' and exploded, and the room shone slightly. As if he had been suddenly awakened, Kang Tan raised his head and exhaled softly. Under the deep shadows, a pair of cloudy eyes gradually appeared.

His voice was like a sigh, soft and loving: "How did they die?"

No one answered. The nine of them maintained their original posture, restraining their breathing, lest a slight tremor on their bodies make them appear more conspicuous than others.

"Lord ...... the Forest Altar" The old man's gaze swept from left to right, fixed on a black-robed man in front of him. The man had only three twists of silver thread tattooed on his sleeve, and his position was lower than that of the other eight masters who tattooed gold threads.

The forest altar master's body shook. "Subordinate...... Someone is being sent to investigate...... I'm sure there will be results soon......"

"Summer Banquet Hall. Xia Yantang, hey, you have done a good job in this communication mission. ”

Cold sweat broke out on the forest altar lord's forehead.

"How long have they been dead?"

"Three...... Three days ......"

"Three days. The old man exhaled slowly. The voice sounded like a kind old man reproaching his beloved grandson: "You are the head of the first five groups of Tonglian. It's good to report to me so late. ”

Lin Tan Lord's voice trembled, and his teeth rattled: "My subordinates have been ...... for the past two days. I was on a mission to clear the periphery, but I ran into a few teams of stabbing characters, and I was delayed for some time, and I didn't have time to contact the advance team......"

"Shhhhh "You should know that these are not reasons. ”

"It's your job to strangle the perimeter. It's also your task to connect with the first five groups. ”

"The subordinates know that they are wrong! Ask the Lord of Incense for mercy!" Where can the Lord of the Lin Hall still be calm, he fell to his knees, and the whole person shook into chaff. "Nian has been loyal to his subordinates for many years and has done his best for the leader...... Don't send me into a wormhole to be punished!"

Lord Kang Xiang smiled, and a glimmer of brightness seemed to flash in his gray eyes. He said softly, "Whether you will be punished or not, it is not me." I only have to supervise the responsibility of reporting, and how to convict you is a matter for the Worm Mingtang. ”

The lord of the forest altar turned ashen and begged in a wailing voice: "Lord Kangxiang." Subordinates dare to ask you to ...... Report it to the Insect Singing Hall later...... In the future, the subordinates must listen to the words of the incense master, go to the soup and go to the fire, find an opportunity to atone for their sins, and ask the incense lord to be extrajudicially merciful!"

"I won't punish you now......" Kang Xiang didn't finish speaking. I heard the crows of frogs in the woods outside.

It's the sound of a beeping frog, and something has happened outside.

Everyone in the room looked out the window and saw a cultist in charge of guarding like an agile ape. Jumping from among the branches of the forest, he rushed to the door and knelt down: "Tell the incense master." Hall masters, a group of people from four miles away is rushing towards us. It's fast. It is estimated that it will take less than a quarter of an hour to get here. ”

"How many are there?" asked one of the hall masters.

"The number is unknown, but the investigation is ongoing, and there will be no less than thirty people. Occupy...... The subordinates learned that there were a considerable number of dead bodies in it. ”

"Oh, the corpse chaser. Lord Kang Xiang stood up, as if talking to himself. His gaze seemed to travel through the deep night and see the scene in the distance. "I don't know if it's a ghost or a corpse...... Ghost Master, Corpse Officer...... Oh, very interesting story. ”

Everyone didn't know what was going on with the ghost master and the corpse official he was talking about, and when they saw him standing in front of the window and falling into deep thought, the hall master who had spoken earlier instructed the spies: "You go and investigate again, discern their purpose, and report quickly!"

"Yes!" the cultist answered, turning over with a somersault and burrowing into the dense foliage again. Several hall masters performed their own duties, instructed their subordinates, and in just a few moments, they properly arranged the sentry and defense personnel.

At this time, Shi Zuxiao and Fan Tongyou, who were four miles away, did not know that there was already a huge obstacle ahead.

Enduring the great pain, Fan Tongyou twisted his waist and stretched out his arm to hook a branch, finally avoiding the doom of landing and being captured. However, his good fortune did not last long, and at a glance, he saw a young man riding on a zombie in the middle of the vigorous wild tea under the tree, staring at him coldly. Beside the young man, a tall, gorgeously dressed corpse was folding its arms, and its ten fingers were like lotus petals closed, and the fingers were stiffly outlined.

"The wind is moving. ”

The bright light suddenly brightened, and a fire whip flew up from the zombie's palm like a living snake, sweeping straight to this side, and the hot air wave could still be felt from afar. Fan Tongyou was startled, kicked with both feet, and jumped backwards to pounce on another tree.

As soon as the two feet hung upside down on an outstretched branch, there was a muffled sound of "Tuk!" as if an iron spear had pierced into the wood. The thick whip slammed into the spot where he had been hanging, and the spark exploded. The heat of the whip instantly scorched the branches of the trees, and the black scorch expanded to the size of a wooden pot in the blink of an eye. The branches burned so violently that even the leaves that were several feet above them could not be spared, and they were swept up by the heat, and they quickly curled and dried up, and they also burned into flames.

For the first time in the middle of the night, a dazzling fire lit up in the forest.

With a miss, the zombie rolled up the fire whip again, Fan Tongyou quickly straightened his toes, and the whole person fell sharply to the ground. The zombies on the ground all stretched out their arms and screamed in unison with their broken teeth.

"Hu-Hu-"

Unfortunately, their prey did not fall as expected. When Fan Tongyou was in the air, a carp stiffened, his arms stretched out, and his ten fingers pierced into the trunk of the tree like steel cones, buckled steadily, and pulled his body flat over, attached to the trunk like a big beetle. survived this risk, and dodged the third whip drawn by the spell zombie.

The white corpse screamed, shortened the whip, and changed its fingers.

This time, the trick is much more complicated than 'Wind and Fire', and it takes a long time. Fan Tongyou was seven or eight feet away, and when he peeked back, he saw the zombie spreading his palms and ten fingers. "Bang, Bang!", and six or seven firebirds with full feathers flew and rushed out.

Fan Tongyou felt bitter in his heart. Firebird! This zombie can transform flames into shape, and his skills are already very high, and he must not have been unknown in his lifetime. Fighting such a tricky enemy has always been something that Fan Tongyou has tried his best to avoid. However, tonight the situation was out of his control, and he had no choice.

Dilemma. Just like the chess competition, the opponent's chariots and horses are already approaching the city, and he has no other way out except to fight.

There's no way. Seeing a few firebirds turning from red to blue, unusually bright, screaming and rushing towards him, Fan Tongyou knew that he had to resist. The formed firefowl and fire beast will not relax after locking on to the enemy, unless one of the enemy and friend dies.

"Smack!" endured the heartache, Fan Tongyou pinched the bottle in the third place in the first row.

This is the spirit of the fire monkey.