Put away the magic weapon longbow, the long stick Wulie started, and the stormy waves hit again, but these dozens of skeletons rushed to kill without fear of death, as long as the bones did not scatter, they would crawl and bite Yang Qing, 'Huh', the eight-inch rotten yellow needle grazed Yang Qing's face and flashed, the shriveled old woman had a vicious gaze and a tricky angle of attack, as if she was his biggest threat.

"Click"

The long stick Wulie whipped the black and cyan skeleton that flew in the way, the demonic red pupils stared at the old woman of demon cultivation, a few jumps, and was about to kill it before she got close, the old woman's face was stiff, her shriveled and thin body was covered with a fat robe stained with rotten yellow slime, her eyes were resentful, she reached out and grabbed a small rotten yellow flag in her cuffs, and shook it vigorously at Yang Qing.

This small banner is not big, three feet long, the old woman Demon Xiu shook hard, a yellow wind swept in, where the yellow wind passed, the rock was covered with a layer of yellow waxy crystals, Yang Qing saw that the yellow wind was weird, rolled on the spot, dodged the oncoming yellow wind, kicked again, rushed forward again, and the long stick in his hand came out on time.

The ground swept by the yellow wind slipped without leaving his feet, but fortunately, Yang Qing was cultivating in the waterhole, and this slipping foot made it faster, approaching the old woman's shriveled body.

The old witch didn't expect the sudden attack to fail to receive miraculous results, but it made Yang Qing faster, the color of resentment in her cloudy eyes was stronger, and she didn't panic, her feet stomped on the ground, relying on her thin body, and with the strength of her feet, she slid backwards diagonally, and her hands like chicken claws moved together, bringing out a burst of phantoms.

"Woo, woo"

Yang Qing's divine sense shrouded his body, and before the sound of breaking the air came, his head suddenly lowered, and two objects flashed above his head.

"Poof, poof"

The old woman Mo Xiu looked at her chest with confidence, and a bone blade was inserted into her chest, and a steel needle was stuck next to the bone blade.

"Pong"

Yang Qing saw that the life of the demon cultivator was tenacious, and no matter how injured the old woman was in the demon cultivator, he made a little progress, a fall, and a split simply ended his life. No longer looking at the old woman's tragic death, she stepped on her feet and stomped on it, and her body rushed out again, wanting to kill the three demon cultivators who were hiding in the distance and playing the demon yuan.

Just when Yang Qing was facing the cave passage, a blue-black slightly crystalline skull floated towards Yang Qing, the speed was so fast that Yang Qing, who was in a state of rushing forward, did not rush to resist at all, the skull opened its mouth and bit on Yang Qing's back, the skull shook, wanting to tear a piece of flesh down, and the blue-black air flow overflowed between the white teeth and drilled into the wound of the teeth.

"Click"

The skull was bitten like a mad dog, and the airflow that penetrated into the blue and black made Yang Qing feel unbearable pain, and he picked up the long stick and hit it on his back. This skull is not an ordinary thing, Yang Qing only knocked out a piece of bone residue with a stick, and as this stick went down, a strange scream came from the passage.

"Cough" Yang Qing was beaten by his own cough, kicked and flew the motionless skull that fell to the ground with a scream, the demonic red pupils stared at the passage, and the long stick moved without a strong blow, smashed the monster that was blocking the way, and got into the passage.

When the monsters in the cave saw that Yang Qing was about to run, they shouted angrily, chasing after Yang Qing and pouring into the passage.

There were several ghosts lying on their stomachs at the Yintang acupoint, struggling to crawl into the sea of consciousness under the impact of divine consciousness. Yang Qing was not distracted, and only thought about killing the demon cultivator hidden in the passage.

The passage was getting dark, and I vaguely saw a human monk screaming with his eyebrows covered, his voice was sharp and weird, he raised his head and looked at Yang Qing who was rushing over, the blue-black light in his eyes was bright, and he got up and ran.

But this magic weapon of demon cultivation was damaged by Yang Qing's stick, and his strength was damaged, and before he could run far, he was knocked to the ground by Yang Qing, and he died of anger after making up for another stick.

Behind him 'chattering' strange screams, many monsters chased behind him, the demonic red pupils scanned the surroundings, and then jumped over the corpse of the demon cultivator and ran out, this passage space is narrow, the long stick can not be waved freely, Yang Qing took the initiative to trigger the evil qi, there is still a trace of clarity in his heart, and he will judge the situation.

"Click, click..."The sound of a dense skeleton falling to the ground sounded behind him.

Yang Qing's speed was fast, and the distance between him and the monster was getting bigger and bigger, and the four pink ghosts saw that the distance was widening, and their bodies were becoming more transparent, and their speed increased dramatically.

"Woo..."

Yang Qing rushed to the intersection of the seven branches, took out two pills, crushed one and wiped the wound on the shoulder, and the other pressed to the tear of the skull on his back. By the time Yang Qing had done all this, the four ghosts that were close to nothingness had already caught up, and seeing that Yang Qing's speed had not slowed down, they quickly turned around Yang Qing and cried sadly.

These four ghosts rotated extremely fast, forming a pale pink light curtain around Yang Qing's body, and the crying voice was very low, like mosquitoes and flies flying and buzzing, and the cry was sad and desperate. The demonic red pupils stared at the pale pink aperture in front of him, and the sad crying sound in his ears made Yang Qing dizzy, and a wave of panic and despair poured out from the bottom of his heart.

The struggling clarity was disturbed by this desperate emotion, and there was a thought of falling to the ground and giving up resistance, which continued to grow with the pervasive and sad crying, and was hooked by this desperate thought, and the mixed emotions that had been suppressed by the evil and violent gradually grew.

More than a dozen ghosts at the center of the eyebrows frantically squeezed into the Yintang acupoint, the resistance of the divine consciousness was already weak, as long as it was a little weaker, the ghosts would enter against the current.

"Give up, give up, people are too tired to live a lifetime, as long as you give up, you will be at ease" The sad voice drilled into the heart, with endless temptation, sadness, guilt, and sad pictures resurfaced, a delicate face appeared on the complexion, the apricot eyes were red and swollen, the face was pale, and the mouth whispered, this scene was carved too deep in Yang Qing's heart, and at this time, it was led out by the chaotic emotions, and the strange red pupils were full of tears.

"Whew!" a tiger roared with endless anger and violence.

"Woo..." the long stick Wulie howled with a strong wind, sweeping across the pale pink light curtain in front of him, the light curtain was swept into two sections, scattered in all directions, and two of the dozen ghosts lying on the center of the eyebrows were shocked to the point of scattering.

"Snort"

The four demon elements blocked the passage and rolled in like a flood. It was like a demon's huge mouth, and it was about to swallow Yang Qing in one gulp, and the three rotten yellow demon elements corroded the rock wall to a loud sound.

Yang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, knowing that the demon yuan could not be connected, so he dodged and hid at the side fork.

The speed of the magic yuan was extremely fast, and as soon as he flashed, the magic yuan hit the empty space and the rock wall, and the black and rotten yellow magic yuan turned into smoke and scattered in all directions. After the Demon Yuan, the four Demon Cultivators were about to run out of the passage, and before they had to take a closer look, Yang Qing rushed out of the fork in the road on the side and slashed down at several people.

"Click..."The two demon cultivators who were slightly in front of them were slashed by the long stick Wulie, and before the skull was cracked, the cervical vertebrae had been broken, and they fell to the ground and kicked their legs randomly, and the rotten yellow demon yuan in their bodies was restless, trying to break free from the shackles of the meridians.

The other two demon cultivators stood in the passage before they could rush out, and the sudden attack made their bodies stagnate, staring blankly at the red pupils in front of them that were so conspicuous in the darkness.

At this moment, a demon cultivator in front of him stumbled and attacked Yang Qing, this demon cultivator's face was stiff and he couldn't see his expression, he had been hiding in place to play the demon yuan, which would actually be a close fight.

Yang Qing saw that this was attacked by the demon cultivator, and he was about to split it with a stick, and then, the long stick was pulled back and pointed out.

"Puff, poof"

The long stick collapsed the monk's chest, and as he fell backwards, a hollow and sharp bone spear burst out of his chest.

The coarse-robed demon cultivator's plan was seen through by Yang Qing, he pulled out the bone spear and stabbed it out again, Yang Qing's divine sense observed the coarse-robed demon cultivator's every move, how could he succeed, the long stick was not strong again, and the stick head collided with the bone spear in one place.

The black-cyan demon yuan spread along the long stick, and the thick-robed demon cultivator was knocked out by the force of punctuality.

"Bang dang" Yang Qing threw away the long stick Wulie, took out the steel stick with his right hand and wiped his chest, and rushed into the passage.

"Hehe" The strange laughter resounded in the passage, and it was impossible to hear what kind of emotions the thick-robed demon cultivator was trying to express.

Yang Qing didn't bother with it, he looked at the skeleton that died for no reason at his feet, and continued to chase after him without slowing down. The coarse-robed demon cultivator was also very fast, and he chased and ran into the cave.

I saw that the thick-robed demon cultivator did not lie in ambush when he entered the cave, and his mouth let out a strange laugh, and his eyes were full of greed. The Demon Yuan agitated and bounced up, and the bone spear in his hand stabbed at the fist-sized dark green gem on the top of the cave.

"Ding"

The rough robe demon bone cultivation spear stabbed the dark green gem with all its strength, making a crisp sound, and the gem did not have a trace of damage, and it shook and fell from the top of the cave. The rough-robed monk stretched out his hand to take it, and when the dark green gem was in his hands, the strange smile on the pale face of the rough-robed demon cultivator became even stronger.

I didn't see how the rough-robed monk moved, the faint green gem was full of light, and the person who stabbed couldn't open his eyes, where this dazzling dark green light shone, whether it was the demon yuan that had not been dispersed, or the souls of several demon cultivators who had not yet left the body were all pulled into this dark green gem, the rough-robed monk saw this scene, and his pale face appeared with an unhealthy flush, you can see how excited he was.

"Hey," the rough-robed monk's eerie laugh trembled, and the bone spear was tossed aside, stroking the dark green gem obsessively.

Yang Qing chased into the cave and saw this scene, not leaving time for the rough-robed demon cultivator to make trouble, he rushed forward a few steps, raised his stick and smashed it.

At this moment, the mutation was sudden, and the body of the thick-robed monk suddenly swelled, and his pale skin was thinly propped up, and the blue-black demon yuan rushing in the meridians could be seen with the naked eye. Seeing the long stick coming, there was no intention of dodging, his left hand was bent into a claw, and he sucked up the bone spear on the ground, and the demon yuan surged, horizontally.

"Peng!"

The long stick slashed at the bone spear, and the power was removed by the demon yuan, and then the demon yuan agitated again and shook the long stick back.

"Whew"

Yang Qing didn't wait to land, his feet stared, his body popped out more quickly, with his belt on his back, with his shoulders on his shoulders, with his arms on his shoulders, and with his arms with his sticks, he held the stick with both hands and slashed it on the bone gun of the crossing.

"Ponka"

This stick is much stronger than the previous one, and it disperses the demon element wrapped around the bone spear, and the bone spurs are cracked.

"Bang, bang" The thick-robed demon cultivator's body took two steps back to stabilize his body, his face showed anger, his body swelled again, the robe on his body was torn, and his bulging neck was like a toad.

After Yang Qing was splitting, he didn't stop, and he was splitting, obliquely splitting, punctuality, reverse pointing, flirting, and dialing moves in a row, and the strength of the thick-robed monk rose greatly, and he didn't shake his body even if he resisted a few moves, but his realm was not enough, and he couldn't control too many magic elements, which slowed down his speed, and gradually couldn't keep up with the rhythm of Yang Qing's splitting.

The stick method routine cannot exert Yang Qing's strength, but the moves are coherent, and there is no gap, and the seventy-two routines in "Nujiang Stick Method" are completely played.

"Ponto, pun, pun"

The rod of steel struck the monk in the robes like a broken bag full of straw. The sound was endless, the bone spear had already been thrown aside, and after the seventy-two strokes of the stick were finished, the rough-robed monk stared at the strange eyes, dead!