Chapter 51 Shuntian Prefecture
In front of the coffin, the pool of blood turned into a long blood-colored silk thread in the hands of the ghost bride, like the embellishment on the phoenix crown and bridal robe.
Thousands of red snakes crossed the sky above the pool of blood, but in an instant, the human skins that were as big as lanterns shrank and then rotted and decomposed.
The filthy pool of blood seemed to have become an art in the hands of the ghost bride.
A layer of sweat seemed to be flowing out on the bald head of Hu Quezi.
The white-robed monk was indeed no match for him, but the ghost bride could indeed take his life.
Even though he didn't come in person, if this starving ghost that he raised with so much effort were to die here, he would also be seriously hurt.
Above the sea of blood, the skin of Hu Quezi's incarnation also showed signs of shriveling. He raised his head and took a look. The ghost bride, who was still elegant and graceful even in death, like a flaming red phoenix, roared:
"I am a disciple of the Yinshan Patriarch. Are you going to kill me just for an outsider?"
But the blood wave did not stop at all. Although the ghost bride's father was the ancestor of Yinshan Mountain and the founder of the left-wing sect, he never used evil magic.
If you tell it, few people would believe it. The Yinshan Patriarch not only doesn't like to use evil magic, he also likes to beat the other person with his fists until they call him daddy.
The Yinshan Patriarch never cared about the inheritance of evil magic. His real inheritance was the skill of body refining.
Therefore, a disciple of the evil ways cannot be considered a descendant of the family.
Under the bloody scarlet silk, Hu Quezi had to accept the truth, that is, the Yinshan Bride was ruthless this time and wanted to kill him for that foolish boy.
"Come back!" Hu Guizi yelled at the starving ghost.
Under the collusion of the lotus, a huge corrupt human head is devouring one lotus after another.
It is always greedy and always hungry.
A trace of ghostly aura lingered above the man's head. One of the two eyes had been hollowed out by something unknown, while the other one was hanging shakily in the eye socket.
Just looking at it makes one's scalp tingle.
After hearing Hu Quezi's call, the starving ghost reluctantly looked at the seemingly endless lotus with the only eye hanging in its eye socket, and instantly turned into a black shadow and rushed to Hu Quezi's stomach.
A dark crack appeared on the shriveled human skin belly, and the starving ghost tried his best to get in.
But the ghost bride would never let him have his way.
Countless blood-colored threads rose from the ground and tied the starving ghost into a huge red hydrangea.
The starving ghost that was about to drill into the stomach was pulled out just like that.
The starving ghosts roared, and the sharp howls instantly filled the entire audience.
Kong Erleng covered his ears and felt his head buzzing.
Lin Qingsheng felt that the people in front of him seemed to be phantoms.
The next moment, the huge blood-colored thread exerted force again.
The dark evil spirit was torn apart in an instant.
"ah!"
The Hu Lame Man transformed from a human-skin puppet wailed in pain.
Shriveled, decayed, and decomposed inch by inch...
It was not just Hu Quezi who disappeared. The white-robed monk who was standing there disappeared in front of the Yinshan Bride's grave like a bubble bursting.
To kill you while you are ill is an excellent moral quality of evil people.
In fact, even lay monks are happy to inherit the excellent virtues of their ancestors.
………
In the distance, in a strange array of unknown patterns, Hu Guizi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body seemed to be much weaker.
He supported himself on the ground with one hand, and there was a big lump on his chest that kept rising and falling, as if something was drilling around underneath.
Hu Quezi scratched the swollen area with his hands in pain, leaving deep bloody marks in many places.
Just at this moment, a voice rang out.
"Hu Quezi, do you think I can kill you now?"
Hu Quezi felt as if he had fallen into the coldest days of winter. In front of him, a white monk was looking at him with a smile.
This bald donkey really wants to kill him.
Hu Quezi broke out in a cold sweat.
Almost at the moment he saw the monk in white, a black aura like that of a fierce ghost suddenly emanated from his body.
Human and ghost become one.
The broken and rotten corpse was almost visible to the naked eye and merged with Hu Quezi.
In an instant, Hu Quezi limped even more severely.
Half of his body was almost touching the ground.
"You took out this lame ghost, do you want to kill me?"
The white-robed monk Bujie teased while adjusting himself to the best condition.
A lion needs to use all its strength to fight a rabbit.
He is no exception.
Especially the technique of combining man and ghost in the summoning of spirits, which was extremely effective in restraining his illusion technique. This was also one of the reasons why he wanted to kill Hu Quezi.
He would not allow anyone else to have the ability to plot against him.
But the next moment, Hu Guizi suddenly turned into a shadow and ran towards the distance.
Yinshan is the territory of the Yinshan Bride, and Hu Quezi didn't dare to stay here at all.
Before, he could still ask for marriage here by relying on his status as the descendant of the Yinshan ancestor for who knows how many generations, but now the Yinshan bride is determined to kill him.
This place must not be left.
The white-robed monk would never let him leave unless he abstained from the vows.
He was determined to kill Hu Cuzi today, and no one could stop him.
This lame Hu must die today.
Two figures headed eastward from Yinshan Mountain, and in just a moment they were ten miles away.
Above Yinshan Mountain, a flash of sword light passed by. Wen Zhengming, who was possessed by Li Mubai, looked at the two figures going away and chased after them with his sword.
On the highway leading to Shuntian Prefecture, a man who had just returned from a self-driving tour on the grassland opened the car window and enjoyed the wind.
It's rare to be able to drive at a speed of 100 kilometers per hour. It's so leisurely and comfortable.
You can't drive at such a speed in Shuntian Prefecture.
Just as the man was listening to the song and humming along, with a "swish", a black shadow suddenly passed by his car.
Oh shit!
The man suddenly sat up straight, his eyes wide open.
Did a big black rat just rush over?
Before the man could come to his senses, a white figure rushed past from the side of the car.
This time the man saw a little more clearly.
That...seems to be a person.
like?
The man lowered his head and looked at the speed on his dashboard, which showed 110 km/h.
It's bullshit!
The man would rather believe that those were two low-flying fighter jets.
As for humans... someone who can exceed 110 kilometers per hour... can he still be considered a human being?
Before the man could comfort himself, a loud explosion was heard in the air.
The man seemed to see a man in white flying over on a flying sword.
Gently patting his abnormally flushed cheeks, the man said in disbelief: "It's just a sip of wine, it shouldn't be that serious."
I don’t know how many people saw this scene along the way.
"Hello, police? Someone is speeding on Yinshun Expressway."
"Ah? Let me tell you the license plate number?"
“They didn’t drive.”
"They are running at a speed of two to three hundred yards per hour. I am not lying. Ah, another one just flew over, stepping on a flying sword."
………
The three of them passed through Yinshan Mountain and entered the territory of Shuntian Prefecture in just a moment.
The ancient capital welcomed three guests from afar.
Wen Zhengming controlled the long sword and looked at Hu Quezi from afar.
This guy is going to fight back.
Thanks to I荒天帝I for the reward of 100 Qidian coins and Skeleton谢幕后西恩 for the reward of 200 Qidian coins.
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