Chapter 105 A Taoist boy with a rude face suddenly cursed and said, "If you don't beat me, I will!"
After the words were spoken, the Taoist boy had already raised a white bone pestle, rushed into the pit, and instantly smashed an old, stiff head into his belly.
Many Taoist boys changed their colors and wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
In the deep pit, as an old zombie was killed, the cries in the ghost stone suddenly became louder.
The other monsters all raised their heads and looked upward, roared in unison, and spat out gray gas from their mouths.
The gray energy did not dissipate in the wind, but was accompanied by cries, condensing into a long gray rope, heading towards the people above.
"Looks familiar." Fang Yeyun muttered from the back seat.
"Brother Fang, do you think this long rope looks like an umbilical cord?" Bai Mo reminded.
"Yes, it's an umbilical cord." Fang Yeyun suddenly realized and said cheerfully, "It is indeed an unborn kid, and he even got an umbilical cord to use as a weapon."
The umbilical cord was very fast, and it emerged from the deep pit in the blink of an eye. It swayed in the wind, separated into dozens of pieces, and smashed them head-on at everyone.
"Come together, kill this brat!" Crow Boy's eyes flashed fiercely, and a feather sword flew out of his sleeve. He held it in his hand and cut off a section of the umbilical cord with one strike.
The umbilical cord kept squirming, as if it was trying to reunite.
At this time, the strange bird at Crow Boy's feet spurted out a stream of green flames and burned it.
Hua Yuanqing had a strange look in his eyes and shouted loudly, "Junior brothers, come shoulder to shoulder!"
As he spoke, he aimed at the black evil bead in his hand and blew it, and a jet-black evil wind roared out, blowing towards the deep pit. Wherever it passed, several umbilical cords instantly collapsed.
The other Taoist boys looked at each other and took action one after another. Those with talisman soldiers used talisman soldiers, and those without talisman soldiers cast spells, used talismans, controlled monsters, and each showed their skills. They destroyed all the umbilical cords in the air in just one breath, and then in unison Heading towards the pit.
"Brother Fang, Brother Jin, be careful!" Bai Mo looked at the ghost fetus in his heart that was getting more and more solid. His eyes were determined, the seal between his eyebrows flashed, black scales and thunder patterns loomed on his body, and he rushed out with two chains.
"I'm not a vegetarian with my broadsword." Fang Yeyun laughed ferociously, and the flaming red sword soared into the sky from behind and fell into his hand. He shook his hand casually, and the blade of the sword burst into flames that were feet high, and then he chased after him unwilling to lag behind.
Jin Yuanbao shook his head and smiled, and blood-red ghosts spread out from under his feet.
The blood-red ghost looked at Jin Yuanbao, seemingly hesitant and did not take action.
The black light in Jin Yuanbao's eyes flashed away, and he said coldly, "Go!"
The blood-red ghost no longer hesitated and rushed into the deep pit with a ghostly roar.
boom! !
Bai Mo was covered with looming lightning, and the wind was blowing under his feet. He took a step of three or four feet, and in a blink of an eye he was face to face with the monster in the chain in his hand made a whining sound, and he whipped one monster away. Then with a shake, the chain vibrated, and instantly pierced the head of the other old zombie.
As he started to move, the qi and blood circulated rapidly, and the yang energy in his body became more and more turbulent, sizzling out, and the medicinal power in his body was continuously refined and integrated into his body.
Bai Mo became more and more courageous as he fought, facing the monster upstream and heading straight towards the Ghost Fetal Stone.
"Is it an illusion? This natural ghost seems to be different from the records in the book." In the deep pit, Hua Yuanqing felt that something was wrong for no reason, but he couldn't think of anything wrong. After thinking for a few moments, he had no choice but to Treat it as your own illusion and throw it away.
For a time, there was a fight in the deep pit, not only between Taoist boys and monsters, but also between Taoist boys and Taoist boys.
There have been long-lasting grudges between the forces that everyone came from, and even among the same sects, there are many who have deep grudges. When they see someone who is adding insult to injury, they are eager to push them.
In a corner of the pit, two Taoist boys dressed in strange costumes each sacrificed a talisman weapon and fought while staying away from nearby monsters.
One of them was a middle-aged man wearing a blood-red robe, holding a large blood-red flag about ten feet high, with the flag making a hunting sound.
The other person was a young Taoist boy, carrying a large blood-red gourd about half a man's height behind him. The gourd's mouth was wide open, and the gourd was spitting out blood mist.
The methods of the two of them are exactly the same, both are the spells of Blood Mist , unlike ordinary Blood Mist Ridge disciples, these two chose to keep the collected blood mist in their own talisman soldiers. Combining the spells with the talisman soldiers, their attacks were faster and more powerful.
The talisman soldiers in their hands were each stranger than the last. They saw the blood mist rolling in the big blood-colored flag, turning into a ferocious-looking blood demon on the flag, waving more than a dozen tentacles, flying back and forth, flying towards the other side. Kill one person.
And the big blood-red gourd behind the young sorcerer also gurgled out blood mist, churning endlessly, forming several blood beasts, and came forward with billowing blood mist! Their methods are very similar, and their power is almost the same.
"These two people should be brothers from the same sect. Why did they start a fight at this juncture? Do these two people have any deep hatred?" Bai Mo waved the chain, and the lightning exploded, scattering a wild ghost, and he caught a glimpse of the two people from the corner of his eye. He was getting closer and closer to me, and he was extremely curious.
The young Taoist boy resisted while retreating, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Wang, we are from the same sect, why should we kill each other?"
The middle-aged Taoist boy laughed ferociously, waving the big flag in his hand, urging the blood mist to press towards him, and said with a smile: "Who makes our Blood Mist Ridge's method unique? The blood mist can be transferred. As long as you kill me, you can collect it." The blood mist belongs to me, and my junior brother secretly tested me before, so why should I look innocent?"
"Senior brother is forcing each other so hard, so don't blame me for being ruthless!" The young Taoist boy looked calm, and as soon as he thought, the big blood-red gourd behind him emitted billowing mist of blood, and turned into a ferocious skull above his head, heading towards The middle-aged Taoist boy bit off his head.
The middle-aged Taoist boy hurriedly shook the blood flag and stirred it hard. The blood demon on the flag swept away the blood mist with its big mouth. It instantly swelled a bit and waved its tentacles, crushing the skull into pieces.
Unexpectedly, after the ferocious skull shattered, a bloody light suddenly shot out from the blood mist and shot into his chest like lightning, revealing an inch-long pointed tail.
The middle-aged Taoist boy screamed and hurriedly tore open his clothes. The pointed tail exposed on his chest was made of a black-red metal, with a strange face pattern carved on the surface. It looked like a smile but not a smile, and it looked like a cry but not a cry. The skin of the sharp tail is corroded and eroded to the naked eye, and dark poisonous blood is flowing out.
"Blood Spirit Cone? This is blood poison refined with the blood of my blood relatives! What did you do to my daughter!"
The middle-aged Taoist boy's complexion changed drastically. He quickly reached out and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a few red pills, and was about to take it. The young Taoist boy, with a smile on his face, suddenly leaned forward and grabbed his arm. , forcefully tore off his entire arm.
(End of this chapter)