"Get out of here now!" I picked up Tang Rou and spoke in a tone that was unquestionable.

"Where are you going?" she asked nervously when she saw my ugly face, and trembled with fright.

"I'll go to Tangxugou to save people!"

After saying that, I didn't wait for her to speak, and I was already running along the mountain road to the east.

Thirty miles to the east, there is Tangxu Ditch, where there is a strong ghostly aura, and the strange ball of light just now was smashed from there.

I tried my best to exert all my strength, urging the true yang qi to gush under my feet, and strive to be fast.

Although my running at this time is not as fast as galloping, it is also absolutely terrifying and terrifying, this is the limit of my running, and it is also the first time that I use the true yang qi to instill the Yongquan acupoint and force myself to speed up.

When the speed went up, I realized that I could jump three times.

One zhang is equivalent to three meters.

Three zhang is ten meters.

Thirty miles, I took less than ten minutes.

Far away, I have already pinched the trick to do it, and directly cast the most domineering fire and thunder talisman, the fire and thunder talisman just fell, followed by the thunder talisman, two domineering spells, almost at the same time.

When the dust was flying, I was already standing in the center of an altar, and Song Siqi was locked in an iron container with a hole under it, and I didn't know what it was for.

Four arm-thick chains extend outward from the four corners of the vessel, and with the parallel support of the chains, the container is held up in the air, facing a black sarcophagus in the center of the altar.

The sarcophagus is open, and inside is a skinny, bone-covered dried corpse.

On the surface of the dried corpse, there was a layer of dark and bright fat, and there was no clothing on the body, but I saw it from afar, because his lower body had swelled and firmed.

When I looked up again, I saw the hole hanging from the container above, and I immediately realized why I wanted to leave a hole under the iron container.

In anger, he swung his knife and slashed down.

The dry corpse trembled, but he couldn't seem to move, and despite his tearing roar, he couldn't pose a threat to me.

Just as I was about to swing my knife to cut the iron chains of the Quartet and save Song Siqi, the dried corpse in the sarcophagus suddenly opened its eyes.

Since the corpse was unclothed, I could not speculate on what age he belonged to.

But his eyes were full of traces of time, and the anger full of killing.

This is the corpse of an ancient general.

Master Xiong wants to refine him into a ghost king to lead the ghost pawns. This is a move against the sky, is he not afraid of retribution!

Although the dry corpse opened its eyes, it couldn't sit up, which made me feel a little relieved.

I looked not far from the altar, where there was a blurred corpse, it was Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng died a miserable death, his intestines were exposed, and his nails were all pulled out. Not far from Wang Zheng, there were more than a dozen men in black suits, all of whom were burly with no pain on their faces, and they should have been killed by someone.

I was about to bypass them to rescue Song Siqi, but I saw a man in sackcloth standing up under the altar who had been burned and only half of his face was left, this man was extremely old, like an ancient wizard, more terrible than a ghost, and holding a rusty iron book in his hand.

Something is being recited.

With every sentence he spoke, the dried corpses in the sarcophagus moved for a minute.

My heart tensed, and although I couldn't understand what he was reading, I could guess that it was some kind of spell that would bring the dried corpse back to life.

As if to test my suspicions, the dry corpse lying in the sarcophagus sat up abruptly, and his injured lower body had regrown and was already gathering in the blink of an eye.

"Chongyang regeneration!" I exclaimed.

Grandpa once said that in ancient times, there was a mysterious organization that mastered a secret method that made people reborn. But it must be performed under the chance, and before being reborn, it is first poured with true yang qi by the pure yang bloodline to cut off its lifeline.

Recite the mantra of Double Yang Rebirth to be reborn.

Thinking of this, I broke out in a cold sweat.

Pure Yang bloodline, isn't it me!

When I cut off the life root of the corpse just now, I did instill a little bit of true yang qi.

It turned out that the energy light ball just now was specially attracted to me, with the purpose of using my hand to realize this opportunity.

It's scary to think about.

No wonder the sacrifice didn't begin.

In the moments when I lost my mind, I noticed a clicking sound on the four chains pulling the container.

I frowned and saw that the container was slowly sinking.

I was stunned.

If he didn't stop it immediately, Song Siqi would definitely be sucked away by this dry corpse.

What to do?

In the blink of an eye, I made a decision.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the true yang qi poured into his body, since he liked to suck so much, let him suck enough at one time. I forced out all the remaining True Yang Qi in my body.

Just as the spell became more and more urgent, and the dried corpse was about to touch the iron container, a black mist burst out of the sarcophagus.

It is like a pen full of ink, and the green dan is thick with ink, overflowing and splashing.

If you see this scene of calligraphy, you will definitely use thousands of words to describe it, the ink is flying, the moon is locked, not like the terrifying black ghost wind, but the supreme achievement of the peerless pen inkstone.

I was stunned, thinking that I had looked away, until the dry corpse burst out and swept the pen under him to my cheek, and a piercing pain spread throughout my body, and I walked out of the landscape of poetry.

This dried corpse actually realized the way of writing and ink before he died.

I couldn't bear this force, my whole body was tumbling with blood, and I vomited three mouthfuls of blood, as if I was about to die, only to feel the wind whistling in my ears, and my back hurt, and I was thrown to the ground heavily.

The man who had been burned to the ground and was only half of his face walked towards me with his inflexible legs and feet.

He's- he's laughing!

I was terrified, my mind went blank, and I found that under this person's gaze, I didn't even have the strength to raise my hand, and a power that I couldn't describe in words was slowly seeping into my sea of consciousness, destroying the complicated information left behind in my ancestral lineage.

The empty data in my brain is falling apart, and it is being shattered by him little by little, all defenses are collapsing, and the only remaining bit of consciousness makes me seem to be a person.

In the midst of my death, I looked angrily at the dry corpse on the altar that had already risen.

I don't know what the corpse was going to do because of the obstructed view, but I could guess with a little thought.

Song Siqi is going to suffer!

Consciousness was about to dissipate, and three gunshots rang out in my ears.

"Bang bang bang. ”

With three gunshots, I heard a woman shouting desperately.

The woman's cry is like that of an angry tigress, from far to near.

My consciousness that was about to disappear was reawakened, and when my consciousness gradually became clearer, I felt as if my body had been hanged and beaten, and I was in pain.

When I was unstable, hovering between illusion and reality, my lost consciousness suddenly shrank into a point of light, and Tang Rou and Wang Fatzi appeared in front of me.

"Soul One, I thought you were dead!"

Wang Fatzi dragged his voice, the old man with a strained face, he hadn't seen him for many days, since he had gained a lot of weight.

"Can't die. I replied bickeringly.

When he saw that I could still speak, he exhaled. immediately changed his face, full of disgust. "How did you become so virtuous?"

I didn't know what he was referring to, so I hurriedly spoke. "Save Siqi. ”

As soon as he was excited, he vomited blood from his mouth again.

"Tang Tang has been saved. The fat man twisted his fat body and turned his head to look at Tang Rou who was rummaging for things on the altar. I didn't even see that I was vomiting blood.

My head is full of question marks, if Wang Fatzi can be released, it must be the Song family who has moved around, so I'm not surprised.

But how could he recognize Tang Rou?

I wanted to faint and sleep well, but just now I poured all the spiritual energy contained in my body into the dry corpse, causing me to be seriously lacking in qi and blood, and my whole person was like cement filled with lead, heavy and weak.

But the more I tried to faint, the clearer my head became.

I got up from the ground with great difficulty, but the fat man didn't come to help me, and when I looked up, he had already climbed up to the altar.

This made me a little angry.

What a forgetful guy!

Tang Rou didn't know what she was looking for, I saw her take a piece of skin and flesh from the dried corpse and put it in the vacuum bag she carried with her, and then ran down the steps.

"Master, what do you think?"

I was concerned about Song Siqi's safety, and I didn't ask her why she turned back.

She saw that there was doubt in my eyes, mixed with a little worry, and she took the initiative to speak. "Miss Song is fine, she's just in a coma!"

I nodded slightly. "I'm going to see her. ”

Tang Rou said: "Your current appearance is very scary, it's best not to go over." ”

Listening to her reminder, I thought of the look in Wang Fatzi's eyes when he looked at me, and subconsciously touched his cheek.

Except for a little that isn't too smooth, it's nothing!

Just as he was puzzled, Wang Fatzi was carrying Song Siqi on his shoulder, holding the iron book dropped by the male witch in his right hand, and walked towards us. "Damn, what a bird word, I can't understand it. He chattered and threw the iron book down the mountain.

Tang Rou stopped talking, her face was a little unnatural.

But I saw myself at this time through the reflection on the back of the iron book.

Ahh