Chapter 42 lei

He followed the man into the cave. The dark cave was winding, and occasionally he could see several rotten corpses, spreading rot in the air.

He chased the man and followed the secluded cave. How long he walked, he suddenly found a secret room.

I saw a man foaming like crazy, holding a wooden stick wrapped in cloth and cotton wool in his hand, urging maggots to bite him.

He knew that it was a ghost worm and was not in a hurry to kill it, but captured the person who urged the maggot.

Sure enough, after he captured the man, the maggots immediately calmed down. Li Yiheng was angry and wanted to kill the man.

"With mercy, I can keep my dog's life, and I can make you immortal!" The man looked at Li Yiheng with expectation.

"Hmm?" Li Yiheng withdrew and carried it to half empty-hand.

"This is a blood-worship church. Have you seen those people hanging on the wall?" The man pointed to a few half-dead people on the wall.

Li Yiheng looked at the four walls and asked the man, "So what can this do?"

"With your ability, it is not easy to catch two living people. As long as you suck enough blood and gather the four star gods, if you want to become an immortal, you will become a Buddha!"

After saying that, the man laughed dryly and took out an old book from his arms called "Huntian Shaman". Li Yiheng turned his eyes and took over the book.

What is recorded in the book is full of sinister magic and divine immortality. He only looked at it a few times, but he couldn't suppress the excitement in his heart.

"Haha, good! OK!"

"The little one will go first. Please study it slowly." The man bowed and was about to leave the stone room.

"Wait!" Li Yiheng suddenly said.

"Ha ha, what else do you have to say, little vow to die..."

"P"

A sound of bone cracking came, and Li Yiheng slapped the man's spiritual cover. He looked at Li Yiheng with puzzled eyes and fell to the ground unwillingly.

He wants to revenge, but since he was rescued by Hongyantai, he has been regarded as a man for two generations. He doesn't want to live like this. Since everyone in the world says he is a devil, he has to be a veritable devil.

I don't know how many days passed, and he went out to kill people every day, blooded and sucked corpses. Huntian Shaman actually coincided with the magic he practiced when he was a child. He used those maggots to cultivate the strange maggot 'silver sfly'.

But the result of sucking blood all year round made him change his temper and become more irritable and bloodthirsty. Greed makes him unable to remember the bamboo forest when he was a child.

However, he had to get the green dragon, and the remaining three spirit beasts did not know where they fell. He returned to Wanlong Shouzhuang and wanted to take the opportunity to find out the whereabouts of the star god.

But Wanlong Shouzhuang has already changed. Hongyantai evaporated, and his wife actually remarried Guo Gunling. He knew that all this was Guogenling's trick, and he secretly wrote an account in his heart.

When he went back, he was catching up with Zhuangzhong's great sacrifice, and the four heavenly corpses also died two years ago. Zhuang Zhong was also using this to select the new heavenly corpses.

Although it is very harsh to choose the helmsman of Wanlong Shouzhuang, it is not to choose the heavenly corpse. As long as the fist is harder than others, it can be the corpse on the same day. Usually, if the helmsman comes forward and the helmsman can't suppress it, he has to use tough measures to suppress it.

On this day, the wind was warm, and the gongs and drums of Tulongling were noisy, and the shouting and cheering were endless. Li Yiheng stood under the Doulong platform of Tulongling and looked at the two men fighting on it, but there were no rules. There are no rules. As long as you can put your opponent down or bleed, you may become one of the four corpses.

Li Yiheng also participated in the selection, and he also wanted to be above everyone.

In the first scene, he fought against a southern mantis boxing master. They stood on the stage and no one recognized Li Yiheng, but the man's reputation resounded in Wanlong Shouzhuang. The man put on a posture. Before Li Yiheng was ready, he suddenly shouted and punched Li Yiheng like the wind. After seeing it, everyone was secretly shocked and screamed. Don't worry about Li Yiheng.

Li Yiheng saw the man's strong fist attack and stood still without moving. He ate the man's fists. Under the long nosebleed, he staggered back a few steps. The man saw that Li Yiheng couldn't help fighting like this, so he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue. He raised his right hand, two fingers long, like an arrow of Li Xuan, with the sound of the wind, and was about to blind his eyes. Li Yiheng bit him. Gritting his teeth, he looked at the man's face and hit him with a straight fist.

The southern master was not in vain. He reacted very quickly and reached out to catch the punch that Li Yiheng hit in the air, but the moment he touched Li Yiheng's fist, he suddenly screamed and watched his arm break back.

The man was punched in the face by Li Yiheng and flew backwards into the crowd under the stage. Everyone exclaimed and were secretly shocked. Seeing that the man was punched by Li Yiheng, his face was completely different, and his front face had been pasted to the back of the head.

In a blink of an eye, half a month later, Li Yiheng has played eight games. Today is the ninth and last game. If this battle is won, it will be a heavenly corpse, but this battle is also extremely dangerous. Wanlong Shouzhuang hides dragons and crouching tigers. I don't know what means the next opponent will use.

With four drums, Li Yiheng slowly walked to the dragon fighting platform. In this battle with Shaanxi helmsman 'Crock Zhang', he heard that this man started his life by robbing tombs, understood Yin Xiaoyang, and was the best in the art of subduing corpses and manipating ghosts. After a few games, no opponent could walk off the Doulong platform alive.

"It's just a brute force. If you regret it now, it's not too late..." Zhang said to Li Yiheng with a smile.

Li Yiheng smiled and arched his hand and said, "I still hope there are more helmsman..."

before he finished speaking, the tile jar suddenly shouted, and a spiritual charm appeared in his hand. He raised his hand and threw it into the air. The spiritual charm floated in the air and slowly fell down, and slowly burned up.

"Open!" The crock shouted.

At that time, the wind was blowing, and the clouds in the sky seemed to open the pot, surging. There seemed to be thousands of horses rushing around, and the roar of killing made everyone cover their ears and retreat uncontrollably.

Li Yiheng knew that this was the Yinbing he moved, but he didn't expect that this seemingly inconspicuable person could also move the Yinbing.

The wind was mixed with the sound of fierce ghosts, which was instantly hidden in front of Li Yiheng. Although everyone could not see the rampant evil spirits, every shock of the surrounding air made people tremble.

The green bricks on the stage seemed to have been trampled on by ten thousand horses. They sank down one by one, and the flags on both sides were swept away by the gloomy wind and suddenly torn into pieces of cloth.

Li Yiheng snorted and hurriedly covered his cloak to protect his body, but he was still tossed by an invisible powerful shaking of his internal organs and almost fell off the stage.

Before Li Yiheng recovered, a sound of gold and iron had sounded in our ears. Li Yiheng no longer left his hand this time and forced out his ferocity. During this period, he had detained hundreds of ghosts. He would like to try whether the five ghosts he had organized can fight the thousand he invited. Wanyin soldiers.

He unfolded his cloak and felt the tip of the knife touch his forehead. He shouted loudly and punched him in the air. He only heard a hisscream from the sky, and the roaring wind blew back.

The tile jar opened his eyes, stepped back a few steps, gritted his teeth fiercely, and threw a spiritual charm into the air. The sky flashed thunder and hit the spiritual mountain, and the defeated leaves blew, and everyone hurriedly protected their eyes with their hands.

Li Yiheng also roared, waved his hands sharply to both sides, and suddenly rolled up a whirlwind from behind him. Countless unjust evil spirits cried and pounced on the crock. After looking at it, the crock was shocked. The yin soldiers he urged also came in an instant. Two strong winds on the dragon platform, constantly roared and cried endlessly.

How have the people under the stage seen such a duel? Some of them watched it with their big mouths open, and some of them have been eroded by this yin atmosphere.