Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Ye Shaoyang seems to have heard the sound of his shoulder blade breaking, and he is in a spirit, and he is finished, can’t go back...

"****, die together!" Ye Shaoyang simply did not struggle, turned around, biting the tip of the tongue, biting down the mouth of the dead body with a drowning mouth.

He is wary, there is no instrument, and his most effective means is the blood of Heaven.

Using the tongue to open the dirty mouth of the corpse, a stench was poured into the mouth, and Ye Shaoyang sent the vomited things to his mouth with a large mouth of blood.

The corpse immediately trembled. It was originally burned in the array of Ye Shaoyang. It had been burned for half a moment. There were several incendiary bombs in the upper reaches, and it was stabbed in the neck and garished. It was already the end of the strong, just by the body. Helium is still insisting.

Now a scorpion is bloody, and it kills the suffocation. The corpse also reaches the point where the lamp is dry, but at the time of dying, the last force of life is still used on his own claws. Tightly inserted into the back of Ye Shaoyang...

Ye Shaoyang's legs are soft, and the energy in the body is losing a little bit, and then the powerless body is overwhelmed by the body of the corpse...

This is... the rhythm of death?

At the last moment of his life, Ye Shaoyang did not recall his lifelong experience as he did on TV, but felt cold and penetrated the bone marrow.

Although I was succumbed to death with the corpse, I was a bit wrong, but... it’s dead. Ye Shaoyang’s heart floated with a helpless smile. From the first day of his own practice, he had already thought about this ending.

Like a soldier killed in a battlefield, a horse-wrapped corpse, and as a heavenly master, he can die in the middle of a ghost-hunting. It is also a cause and effect, but the soul can't return to the real world.

He finally thought of Pony and Wang Ping, but unfortunately he did not have the opportunity to make it clear to the pony.

Pony, the brother can do it, you ask for more blessing...

The last piece of power dissipated, and Ye Shaoyang closed his eyes tiredly.

A touch of Qian Ying, flying out of the ghost road, originally flew straight ahead, and saw a female ghost fighting a horrible creature, frowning.

"Lin Lin..."

After a while, I saw the pony and other people on the side of the road, and Ye Shaoyang and Wang Ping lying on the ground, hurriedly drifted over.

"Where is the female ghost!" Lao Guo saw her unknown origins and hurriedly stopped in front.

"I am Yang Siling, who is also a ghost trapped in the evil spirit space by Ziyue. It was Ye Shaoyang Tianshi who rescued me."

Everyone was shocked, and Xie Yuqing tried to grab her hand when she stepped forward. The result was empty.

When Yang Siling died, he was sent to the evil spirit space by Ziyue. There was nothing to repair, and he had not yet matured into a physical ghost. He could not be in contact with people. He stepped back a few steps and his face showed a fearful expression.

"Sorry, you are convinced that there is a Fawei, I am afraid to approach."

Xie Yuqing stopped and said: "How about Shaoyang, tell me!"

"He sent me out with Wang Ping first, he was entangled in the corpse..."

The voice just fell, a groan, from Wang Ping's mouth, everyone immediately turned to look, Wang Ping chest ups and downs, took a deep breath, eyelids trembled, slowly open.

"Peace, it is me!" The pony hugged her and shouted excitedly.

Wang Ping’s eyes focused on this face, and he took a deep breath. He reached out and touched his face, and the tears flowed down.

"It's okay, it's okay to come back." The pony hugged her and asked, "What about small leaves?"

Wang Ping shook his head gently and burst into tears.

She cried, everyone was panicked, and immediately surrounded, only Zhou Jingru also stared at the head of Ye Shaoyang's forehead, suddenly shouted: "The leaves are withered!"

Lao Guo shuddered and flew past. He looked at Sinan and saw that the blade of grass was slowly shrinking. On the spot, the body shook and shouted: "It's over!"

Xie Yuqing supported the last breath, holding Wang Ping’s shoulder and shaking hard. “Hurry and say, say, what happened to Shaoyang!”

"Shaoyang brother, I am afraid that I can't come back..." Wang Ping cried. "He was killed by the corpse..."

For ten seconds, the scene was silent, and then Lao Guo was the first to break the silence. He used to use the suffocating and dirty injuries. He listened to the news, and the body turned blood and spurted a blood on the spot.

Zhou Jingru fell on Ye Shaoyang's body, his voice was so painful, his hands licked Ye Shaoyang's face, and he shook his head desperately. "No, no, you are a god, you will not die, you promised me to come back alive, you Promised to be my..."

Xie Yuqing directly turned his eyes and fell to the ground, fainting.

The pony smashed directly, his eyes straightened, and Wang Ping did not move.

Yang Siling is also mournful, and he is surrounded by Ye Shaoyang, and the ghost is crying again and again.

Lao Guo first cheered up, bite his teeth, and forcefully resumed his recovery. He said in his mouth: "I don't believe that the younger brother will die. I have to go down and look for Cui Fujun to see the book of life and death!"

If Ye Shaoyang’s soul returns, seeing the performance of these relatives and friends because of his death, he will feel very satisfied. However, he has disappeared.

He was completely unaware, and he turned a blind eye to things in front of him.

A blue shadow, stepped into the 408 classroom, came to Ye Shaoyang, leaned over and looked at him quietly.

Downstairs, those zombies who did not die in the formation, smelled the smell of the heavenly teacher, climbed up the stairs one by one, and broke into the 408 classroom after the Tsing Yi.

The Tsing Yi people casually shot, the hurricane blew, directly hit the front of the zombies into a powder, and the latter were also fanned out.

Tsing Yi people moved under the feet and returned to the door. They painted a few strokes on the threshold. They condensed and formed a picture of Tai Chi Pisces. They turned and stopped countless zombies, leaving them incapable and unable to enter one step.

Tsing Yi Ren came to Ye Shaoyang and pulled him out of the corpse. He glanced and sighed softly: "Why come."

Stretching out his finger, he smashed Ye Shaoyang's own blood from the ground, drew a pattern on his face, looked at it, and smiled.

He painted a turtle.

There are eight kinds of easy numbers on the turtle's back, which are mutually deduced and the blood spreads.

Ye Shaoyang’s original face was dead, and there was a life.

The Tsing Yi man stared at his face for a moment and stood up, when a strange voice sounded behind him. The Tsing Yi people looked back. It was a man in a white robe who pushed the enchantment straight and walked in.

A white cap was pulled down under the tip of his nose, revealing only a small mouth.

Seeing his first sight, the Tsing Yi people's light blue scorpion showed a complex color.

"Miyazaki..."