The old Taoist entered the cycle of reincarnation, but the trouble left by the Hungry Ghost King did not end.

Dozens of young hungry ghosts surged out from the endless depth. These little hungry ghosts looked like the hungry ghost king who had shrunk several times. As soon as they appeared, they ate their mother's body. Some of the little hungry ghosts that emerged from behind could not grab the mother's body and lay on the ground. Whether it was mud, stone or grass, the visitors did not refuse to rush into their mouths.

Wherever these little hungry ghosts pass, they are like locusts passing by, and there is no trace of vitality. Their body size can also increase visible to the naked eye as they swallow, and it seems that as long as they eat, they can grow infinitely.

"The formation must not be allowed to escape anyway!"

Wei Wei's face was as deep as water and no longer paid attention to the toxins in his body. Although these little hungry ghosts only inherited one percent of the strength of the Hungry Ghost King, the pressure caused was even greater than that of the Hungry Ghost King. Letting one of them all represent the failure of their actions.

The other few people also saw the risks contained in it. They stood at the position of the usual demonstration without saying a word, and the seal changes, and they muttered words.

Wei Wei, who has the highest cultivation level, presided over the host. The golden lights crisscrossed out a fishing net in the blink of an eye, covering the little hungry ghosts in the formation.

After the formation of the formation, the little hungry ghosts also ate all their mother's body and rushed towards Weiwei, who was closest to him.

"shoot!"

With a command from Wei Wei, he smashed the little hungry ghosts with a talisman emitting hot yang energy into the sword. Several young people who formed the formation also took out obviously specially modified hot weapons. The huge heads of the little hungry ghosts were the best target.

"Bang, bang~"

The little hungry ghost's head shattered, but the expressions of Wei Wei and others became even more ugly. Because as the little hungry ghost was killed, his body actually exploded. The other hungry ghosts were not afraid, but just snatched the corpses of their companions to swallow them constantly. From this point, it can be seen that these little hungry ghosts were not very smart.

The splashing pus and blood fell on the light net condensed by the formation, causing the originally dazzling golden light to dim quickly.

"Swallow the medicine and continue to replenish mana!"

After Wei Wei finished speaking, his body moved and jumped towards the silent old Taoist who was unconscious.

Although he had other solutions, after all, this was done by the Qing Hui Sect, and it was unreasonable to ask him to pay the bill. Moreover, a magic weapon that Jingyin carried was very restraining these hungry ghosts.

Just as Wei Wei appeared beside the old Taoist Jingyin, a few slight abnormal sounds sounded around him.

Among the three men and two women who formed the formation, a blood hole suddenly appeared on the forehead and fell to the ground instantly. The formation lost its two corners and could no longer be maintained, and the light dissipated.

"Hu Zi, Xiao Yang!"

"return!"

Wei Wei shouted to several young men who were out of control, and regardless of Jingyin's old Taoist, he threw out a few talismans and barely made a protective talisman array.

The little hungry ghosts lost the restrictions of the formation and were stimulated by blood, as if a wild horse was roaring and rushing to the two corpses that fell to the ground.

"boom"

A few sparks appeared in the darkness, and several whistling rockets exploded. For a moment, smoke rolled, and chaos seemed to appear.

When the smoke subsided, the sword of Death Intention that was originally on the ground had long disappeared.

A shadow embraced the strange arm and the sword of death disappeared into the darkness. It was the land boy Guman released by Shang Biao.

The chaos on the top of the mountain gradually subsided, and Shang Biao's blessings from various talismans only took a moment to escape from the scene of the melee.

"Come out!"

Far away from the top of the mountain, Shang Biao shook the ashes of the talisman on his body and said with some breath.

A strong man walked out behind him, looking at his appearance and looked a bit like a Nanyang race.

"Give me...sword!"

After looking at Shang Biao for a moment, the man said in stiff Chinese.

"Well, it's coming so fast!"

Seeing several auras approaching rapidly in the distance, Shang Biao knew that he had to fight quickly.

"If you don't give it to me...you'll die!"

Seeing Shang Biao answering the question that he was not asking, the strong man suddenly flew up and turned out to be a surrender who had become a flying master.

A sharp blade of spirituality burst out from Shang Biao's eyes, and the notification from the theater immediately rang out.

Before the notice was over, a sharp sword light flashed, and the surrender's flying head fell to the ground in two and scattered into ashes. The evil-killing effect attached to the magic sword was simply the deadliest poison for these surrenders who did not follow the right path.

After dealing with this person, Shang Biao's figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

After a few breaths, a figure appeared next to the body of the Nanyang surrendered army.

"Damn it, I've misunderstood. He's actually an actor!"

The man cursed hatefully and turned around and looked behind him.

"Where are people?"

Another figure walked out of the darkness and asked the first person, looking at the two of them as if they were part of the same force.

"I've been fooled. I haven't dared to make trouble on Tai Sui for a long time. I'm so tired of living. I remember his breath, don't let me meet this bastard again."

"Stop talking nonsense. Failure means failure. Call the director and ask for support. Those Nanyang people used heavy firepower. If they came too late, they would probably have to collect the bodies of those people. We have to deal with the hungry ghosts who escaped."

"I just say that there is no need for these real people to get involved. I don't plan to keep a living anyway, so it doesn't matter if we expose our identities. Now, I have to wipe their butts."

The first person who appeared lazily took out a satellite phone from his pocket and dialed the rescue phone number of the security team.

......

Shang Biao, who returned to the theater, soon received a series of call requests from Ji Sanyuan, but he refused them all.

Originally, Shang Biao felt something was wrong in his heart, and the whole story was clear when he saw those young people.

No wonder Ji Sanyuan received the task at no cost, but no one robbed it. With a giant like the Weian Group involved, as long as he wanted to stay in China, who would dare to strode the tiger's beard?

Thinking about all this, Shang Biao placed his eyes on the strange arm. The Death Intention Sword was forcibly recycled as soon as he entered the theater, which made him shatter the idea of ​​exploring the secrets.

Witch bone arm

???

Note: This prop contains a trace of inexplicable power and has great disadvantages. Please ask the actors to discover the secrets on their own. Or hand over to the theater in exchange for a pay of 10,000 yuan.

"Witch?"

Shang Biao thought of some legendary creature, took out a sealed talisman and put it on his arm, and then put it carefully on the table to study it.

Although I was a little reluctant, the fat old man's fate was vivid. If I really couldn't find out what this thing had to do with the witch, it would be better to hand it over to the theater for a pay.

Isolated from external interference, Shang Biao returned to his life of in-depth cultivation.

In reality, he is not going to go back for the time being. The power of the Wei'an Group is far beyond his imagination. Even Nanyang is not absolutely safe.
Chapter completed!