"Well, as you wish!"
Ding Ning's lips curled into a cold smile. Under the middle-aged man's disbelieving gaze, he shattered the top of his head with one palm strike.
The middle-aged man thought that his glance was very hidden, but he did not know how important the stoneman was to Ding Ning. It had been watching his every move for a long time. With a sweep of Divine Awareness, it had already found the stoneman, so it was meaningless to keep him alive.
It was not that Ding Ning did not want to put the stoneman in the Water Space, but this thing was very strange. No storage ring or space could contain it, so he had to carry it with him all the time.
This time he lost it and regained it, which also sounded the alarm for him. If he had set a tactical matrix or let the queen ant protect his body, he would not have made such a mistake.
Picking up the stoneman that was thrown on the sand and wearing it again, Ding Ning's face slightly changed, and he quietly went into the darkness.
Ding Ning quietly approached the bodies of the middle-aged man and others, and was shocked to see two black-robed ghost-masked men holding a black jade bottle. Transparent shadows with blank eyes floated out of the bodies of the middle-aged man and others, and were sucked into the bottle.
Black-robed ghost-masked men? Ghost Hunting Tribe?
Ding Ning's pupils suddenly shrank. When Lang Rong mentioned it, he had always suspected that it was the Descendants of God Organization playing tricks, but he did not expect it to be the Ghost Hunting Tribe, which made him puzzled. When did the descendants of the blasphemers learn to absorb the souls of the dead?
Just when Ding Ning was considering whether he should make a move to see if these two black-robed ghost-masked men really could not be killed, a creepy scene happened.
One of the black-robed ghost-masked men took out a black jade bottle from his wide sleeve, opened the bottle stopper, and a strong rancid smell and black fog instantly filled the air.
In addition to the middle-aged man whose limbs were cut off, the bodies of the mole man and others, after absorbing the black fog, climbed up like zombies, and stood there with blank eyes.
The two black-robed ghost-masked men put away the black bottle, turned and walked into the darkness, and the bodies followed them with stiff joints.
Ding Ning widened his eyes in shock. He didn't expect that the Ghost Hunting Tribe really had the ability to resurrect people. What was in that black jade bottle?
Just when he was about to follow up to see what was going on, he suddenly heard a furious voice from the place where the black-robed masked man disappeared, "Demons and monsters, how dare you sneakily collect people's souls, messing up the Six Paths of Reincarnation! You deserve to die!"
Then there was a sound of fighting. Ding Ning followed quietly and saw seven Taoists in Taoist robes fighting around the two black-robed ghost-masked men.
Their attack was very interesting. Instead of fighting in a big way like ordinary warriors, they held peach wood swords and murmured. Some Taoists took out blood sacs and splashed dog blood on the black-robed ghost-masked men, some grabbed glutinous rice and sprinkled it on them, and some stuck talismans on the black-robed ghost-masked men. What made Ding Ning laugh the most was that one Taoist even waved a pair of black donkey hooves as a weapon.
Needless to say, these Taoist priests really had the ability to exorcise demons and ghosts. They beat the two black-clothed, ghost-faced men to retreat. However, Ding Ning could see clearly that they were not afraid of the black dog's blood, glutinous rice, or the black donkey's hoof, but they were afraid of their talismans.
However, the number of talismans was obviously limited. After the talismans were used up, the black-robed ghost-masked men soon began to fight back, forcing the seven Taoists to retreat in a flurry, and the glutinous rice, black donkey hooves, and dog blood fell to the ground.
Just when Ding Ning couldn't help but attack, the oldest old Taoist suddenly shouted, "You guys block them and buy me a minute."
Hearing this, the other six Taoists shouted as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and they would not retreat to buy time for the old Taoist.
Seeing that they seemed to have a trump card, Ding Ning immediately stopped and continued to watch. Then, he was stunned to see that the old Taoist took out a plastic bag from his Taoist robe and tore it open to reveal the sanitary napkin inside. It was a bloody used sanitary napkin.
The old Taoist wiped the peach wood sword with the sanitary napkin, shouted, and fiercely chopped at the black-robed ghost-masked men.
Ding Ning's expression was strange. "Fuck, this old Taoist really has a strong taste. But is the most evil and filthy geranium in the world really useful to the black-robed ghost-masked men?" Anyway, he didn't believe it.
But the next moment, the black-robed ghost-masked man who was chopped twitched all over and uttered an inhuman scream like a ghost. After a while, he fell to the ground and kept twitching. After a while, he stopped moving.
Ding Ning was stunned. "How could this work?"
The old Taoist's attack worked, and he immediately became spirited. He laughed triumphantly and said, "Evil creature, you dare to fight with our Mao Mountain. You really want to die."
Ding Ning didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "No wonder these Taoists dared to fight with this ghost-monster even though they are not strong. It turns out that they are Mao Mountain Taoists. They really have their own specialties."
"Evil creature, give me your life!"
The old Taoist was awe-inspiring. The peach wood sword stained with geranium blood fiercely chopped at the remaining black-robed ghost-masked man.
The black-robed ghost-masked man seemed to be not very intelligent. His companions were killed, but he still foolishly rushed toward the peach wood sword. He was chopped and followed in the footsteps of his companions.
As soon as the two black-robed ghost-masked men died, the bodies of the mole man and others fell to the ground with a plop, as if all their strength had been sucked out. There was no breath of living people.
The old Daoist priest sat on the ground, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and panted heavily.
"Martial uncle, you are amazing."
The six middle-aged and young Taoists were all flattering the old Taoist with smiles on their faces.
However, the old Taoist's face was unusually solemn. "Hurry up and burn these bodies with phosphorous fire. Otherwise, they will be used by the ghost to resurrect."
"Martial uncle, aren't they dead? How can they be resurrected? Are they reincarnating in other people's bodies? "
A middle-aged Taoist asked in surprise. The others quickly followed the old Taoist's instructions and took out a type of phosphorous fire to burn these bodies.
"They are not reincarnating in other people's bodies. If I'm not wrong, this should be a ghost slave contract. These black-robed ghost-masked men are puppets controlled by a terrible ghost cultivator."
The old Taoist climbed up and took out two black jade bottles from the bodies of the black-robed ghost-masked men. His face became extremely ugly. "This is the Soul-catching Bottle. It can absorb the souls and resentment of the dead. After being refined by a secret method, it will become the aura of death. As long as the bodies that have been dead for less than 24 hours are contaminated with this aura of death, they will become walking corpses. This is the secret method of the Chasing Corpse Sect, but it is said that it has been lost for hundreds of years. I don't know why it has reappeared in the world."
"Absorbing the souls and resentment of the dead and cutting off people's reincarnation. This is too evil."
The middle-aged Taoist said with righteous indignation.
"Why would an evil cultivator care about evil? They go against Yin and Yang and do harm to the world. The ancestors of the Maoshan Sect established the sect to deal with such evil cultivators. Unfortunately, the true inheritance of the Maoshan Sect was gradually lost in the vicissitudes of history. In modern times, the inheritance of the Maoshan Sect is only a little bit. Just two low-level ghost slaves almost made us lose our lives. We are really ashamed to face our ancestors. "
The old Taoist sighed bitterly and bitterly.
"Martial uncle, I think these two ghost slaves seem to be extremely afraid of talismans. Why don't we draw more talismans?"
The middle-aged Taoist also realized that the glutinous rice and the black donkey's hoof were ineffective to these ghost slaves, so he suggested carefully.
"It's useless. These talismans have already lost their power to subdue demons and devils. They can only make them a little afraid, but they can't bring fatal harm to them at all."
The old Taoist sighed and said dispiritedly, "But it's better than nothing. It's also good to draw more talismans for self-defense."
"Martial uncle, shouldn't we find out the evil cultivator who controls the ghost slaves and get rid of him?"
The middle-aged Taoist asked cautiously.
"Get rid of him? The two ghost slaves almost killed me. How can we deal with that evil cultivator? "
The old Taoist shook his head bitterly.
"But we can't let them do harm to the world like this. This goes against the purpose of our Maoshan Sect to subdue demons and devils."
Although the middle-aged Taoist knew that he was no match for them, he hated evil and said unwillingly.
"Subduing demons and devils depends on whether you have the strength or not. If you don't have the strength, you will die. That's stupid."
The old Taoist glared at him and said, "Do you think I'm afraid of death? I'm afraid that the future hope of Maoshan Sect will be destroyed here. "
"Martial uncle (Martial uncle), we are not afraid of death. We must find out the evil cultivator and get rid of him. Even if we are no match for him, there are still so many righteous sects here. Let's join forces with them to subdue demons and devils."
The Taoist priests of Maoshan Sect looked resolute and shouted with righteous indignation.
"Haha, since you have such a sense of justice, then you can go to hell."
At this moment, a strange laugh like a night owl suddenly sounded. The voice was erratic, and people couldn't find the source of the voice.
Ding Ning was shocked. Although he was still some distance away from the Taoist priests of Maoshan Sect, with the sensitivity of his senseless six senses, he didn't notice that there were people lurking around him in advance, which was incredible.
He quietly released his soul awareness, trying to find the evil cultivator, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't find out where the voice came from. He only saw thousands of ghost slaves and walking corpses coming from all directions.
"Prepare for war!"
The old Taoist's face changed dramatically. He jumped up from the ground flexibly, took out his magic weapon "Heliotrope", and asked everyone to rub a layer of it on the peach wood sword.
"The virgin heliotrope is indeed the nemesis of ghost slaves. Unfortunately, the walking corpses are not afraid of it. Since you dare to kill my ghost slaves, then you will become a member of my walking corpses army."
The gloomy voice sounded again. No matter how Ding Ning probed, he couldn't find the location of the voice.
But Ding Ning had been sure that the so-called evil cultivator must be the Demon Ghost, because his Shenzhou language was a little stiff, which was very different from that of the Shenzhou people.
"Kill!"
Although the old Taoist wanted to retreat before, when he saw that he was surrounded at the moment, he also wanted to fight desperately. He shouted and waved the peach wood sword to cut the walking corpses that rushed to him.
Puff!
The peach wood sword seemed to hit the dead body, and there was no reaction at all. Although the cultivation of those walking corpses was far less than before, they didn't feel pain and were not afraid of death. In the blink of an eye, the seven Taoist priests were scratched black and blue, and they could only stand in a circle with their backs against each other.
Seeing this scene, Ding Ning seemed to see the zombies of the past. Although these walking corpses were not as infectious as zombies, their behavior was the same as zombies.
Seeing that the seven Taoist priests were in danger, Ding Ning was about to take action. With a bang, a Heavenly Thunder appeared out of nowhere and exploded in the group of walking corpses.
"Righteous Thunder Gang? I wonder which Taoist friend of Mount Longhu is here? "
The old Taoist looked happy and raised his voice.
"Old friend Deming, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How are you recently?"
A loud and hearty voice came from afar. A figure in a Taoist robe was extremely fast, holding a strange thing in his hand. That thing was constantly emitting thunder and lightning, and it burnt those walking corpses.
"Old friend Wen Zheng, it's you. Hahaha, it seems that I, Deming, am not destined to die."
The old Taoist laughed happily.
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