"Poof—"

Bu Xing sat down on the ground again, his face blue and white.

Even the high-ranking monk who had been invited to catch the ghost shouted that there was a ghost for help, and he was not looking for death when he stood here as an ordinary person? But his legs did not obey the call, and he trembled, and it was difficult to even stand up.

At the same time, the fat monk and Ah Sheng had been sucked into the tomb, and two miserable howls came from the horse, and then they stopped abruptly, and there was no more sound.

Sure enough, it was as the fat monk intended, the more miserable the scream, the better, so scared that the cloth line didn't want it.

"Uh-"

The remaining fake monks glanced at each other.

At this time, who still thinks about the generous commission, of course, their own lives matter, anyway, they are only a temporary combination, there is no deep friendship, the fat monk and Ah Sheng are dead and dead, at this time, I don't know who shouted first: "There are really ghosts, run!"

The scene was chaotic, the platforms where the fake monks were doing things were all turned upside down, and they all ran out desperately, and the cloth shop that fell to the ground was stepped on the crotch of his pants by someone who didn't know, and he suddenly let out a howl like killing a pig.

"Quack, since it was sent to the door, let's stay obediently, this Divine Monarch just lacks a few jobs!"

The eerie voice sounded again, and in the blink of an eye, a white shadow flashed out of the mouth of the tomb.

But when he stretched out and grabbed with one hand, a fake monk with leg cramps was sucked by him.

With just one claw, the man's heart was grabbed alive, dripping with blood, and even beating slightly.

"Ahh......h It's terrifying!" a fake monk cried and screamed, and ran wildly.

"Hurry up and run, I don't want my heart to be gouged out!"

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, help!"

The fake monks are now afraid that they will also be killed by ghosts, and their positions have long been thrown out of the clouds.

The cloth shop finally understood that these monks were useless waste materials at all, and they came to cheat money, and he still treated them as treasures, but seeing the fake monks running away one by one, he himself became the unlucky person closest to the dead ghost, and he also cried and wailed at the moment: "Dao Chief, Hu Dao Chang, help......

He looked at Hu Chuan and Cao Erba with blank eyes, much like a stray dog praying for food, but at this moment, the dead ghost stretched out his hand again, and a huge suction force acted on his body, sucking him backwards.

Bu Xing was so frightened that the urine flowed sideways, and the whole person was in a state of extreme panic, and they were all stupid.

Countless shots flashed through my mind, and finally I asked myself, are you going to die?

The claws of the white-clad ghost snapped at his heart like lightning......

The cloth line is already desperate.

But at this moment, a red light flashed in front of him, and Hu Chuan made a move.

A copper coin sword produced by Mai Gate flew towards the face door of the white-clothed dead ghost with a fierce wind.

"Well, monk—"

The white-clothed dead ghost sensed the power of the copper coin sword, and did not dare to take it hard, grabbing the body of the cloth shop and blocking it forward, but the manager of the cloth store was cupped, and the copper coin sword pierced into his ribs, pierced from behind, and stabbed him through the heart; but this was also lucky, at least it was not a fatal injury, otherwise his heart would have been caught.

"Roar—" The white-clothed dead ghost roared, and the copper coin sword pierced through Bu Xing's body and stabbed him as well, causing black gas to fill his body.

This is the corpse qi that he has worked so hard to cultivate, and when it diffuses, it is equivalent to consumption.

"Taiyi slashes the moon, and the evil charm is punished!"

Hu Chuan shouted, and a gossip square plate appeared in his hand, and he threw it into the air, dripping and spinning, and countless yellow lights were under the hood of the white-clothed dead ghost.

The white-clothed dead ghost was illuminated by the yellow light, and seemed to be in pain, opened his mouth and roared violently, shaking Bu Xing's body to the sound of hunting, and then saw him shake his hand and throw Bu Xing's body towards the gossip square plate above his head: "Roar, I'm going to kill you!"

Hu Chuan's gossip square plate was smashed by Bu Xing's body, and he immediately fell from the air.

But the cloth shop was also dying by this accident.

"Not good!" Hu Chuan suddenly shouted, "Erba, you run, this guy is borrowing a corpse to resurrect his soul, his body is a hundred-year-old zombie, but there is a complete soul in it, I'll stop him." ”

"Ah, a hundred-year-old zombie?" Cao Erba was also stunned, "Isn't that already an existence like a bronze corpse?"

With the passage of time, zombies are also divided into various levels, living corpses, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, golden corpses, and even more rebellious existences, and zombies with a hundred years of accumulation are almost to the realm of copper corpses.

Hu Chuan's face was solemn, and he said: "That's right, the most important thing is that this zombie is occupied by someone, if I guess correctly, this guy is actually a ghost cultivator." ”

"Quack Quack ......"

The white-clothed dead ghost laughed, it was precisely because he occupied the body of a zombie, his tongue was rotten, and his vocal cords were almost gone, so his laughter was particularly cold, like the voice of a night owl, "I didn't expect that you, a monk, still have a little knowledge, and know that this Shenjun is a ghost cultivator, as a reward, I will concoct you well in a while, I have already smelled the deliciousness of your blood, quack quack......"

"Hmph, don't talk big, if my estimate is correct, you haven't occupied this zombie for long, and your body is not flexible enough, take advantage of your illness, take your life, die!" Hu Chuan got serious, took out a talisman and stuck it on his body to activate, and with a move of his hand, the copper coin sword inserted into Bu Xing's body was led out by him and pinched in his hand.

Soon, the two were fighting together.

However, after only ten seconds of fighting, Hu Chuan was slapped on the left side of the face by the white-clothed dead ghost, and the whole person flew out.

Maimen is very good at dealing with ghosts, but this guy is a half-zombie, similar to a monk, with flexible thinking, and has the advantages of a bronze corpse, ordinary swords can't hurt him, and his power is infinite.

"Uncle Shi!"

Cao Erba was startled and hurriedly ran over to help, but his cultivation was even lower than Hu Chuan's, and he was beaten and rolled all over the ground in a few clicks, seeing that he was about to die under the claws of the zombie of the white-clothed dead ghost.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, and Qiankun borrows the law!"

"Master Zu, please get up!"

Hu Chuan wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, jumped up, pinched the seal with his hand, and the three talismans around him automatically burned, illuminating his entire body with a layer of golden light.

Cao Erba rolled to the ground, with countless wounds and paw prints, but when he heard Hu Chuan's loud shout, he immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and Uncle Shi actually used this trick.

Asking the ancestor to go up is the most powerful trick of the Mai Gate, but there are also many drawbacks, people who are not cultivated enough to invite the ancestor will have strong sequelae, the light is seriously injured, the serious is dead, and he knows that the uncle's cultivation has not yet reached that realm, this is forcibly inviting the ancestor master, and the consequences are very serious.