Chapter 73 Three Thousand Years of Corpse
Yang He walked through the streets and alleys in the image of Yang Miaozhu.
Unknowingly, the rain in the first level of hell has stopped, the water has stopped rising, and many evil spirits are shouting excitedly on the eaves.
Yang He had inexplicable heart palpitations, and two ghosts in his body were warning him.
I saw ripples spreading out on the water, forming a vortex with Peibaicheng as the center. It was obviously involved in the so-called second resurrection ceremony.
"The monks in the main world are all a bunch of evil cultivators!"
"Do you understand the principle of keeping the green hills and not worrying about running out of firewood? If you only focus on running away, I won't bother to chase you out of Jialiang Water Village."
Yang He noticed something strange and turned around to look at the Yamen.
I saw a slightly embarrassed figure walking out of the yamen gate.
Yang He recognized at a glance that the figure was Capt. Sun. The latter obviously realized that the herdsman was going to cause trouble and forced his way out of seclusion before he could recover from his injuries.
The image of Capt. Sun is extremely terrifying. If seen with the naked eye, there is no skin on his body, and the skin and flesh on his abdomen are shriveled and tight.
In the eyes of the spirit.
After Sun Baotou gave up his skin, the tiger ghost turned into skin and covered his whole body. He also gave up his intestines and stomach, and the snake ghost circled in his belly.
If it weren't for the backlash between the two ghosts, his strength would be the absolute best in the evil ghost realm.
"Having said that, the reason why Mr. Sun didn't contact the court before was because he fell into madness. Now that his intelligence has recovered, why..."
Yang He thought thoughtfully, "There are no monks stationed near Jialiang Water Village?"
"Dasi, a dynasty that continues from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties to this day, feels not simple. Does it not exist in the mortal world, but in hell?"
Sun's head was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his body was wrapped in a bandage-like vagina. Then he drew out his saber and pursued the herdsman with rapid strides.
Seeing this, Yang He simply restrained his breath and changed the direction of his journey.
It just so happens that he can outflank Sun Baotou on the left and right.
………
at this time.
Possums half a meter long were running wildly along the river.
The opossum does not mainly escape. It deliberately wanders around in the streets and alleys, with a murmur that sounds like crying and laughing in its belly.
"Why do you have to stop me?!"
"Every ordinary person wants to become an immortal, but to become an immortal you have to eat people. You have to experience recovery over and over again, otherwise you will fall into the endless hell!"
The Possum crawled to the door of the martial arts hall, exuding bursts of Yin Qi.
The originally silent martial arts hall could not help but hear the wails of agony, and the warriors who had previously consumed multi-talon fish meat fell to the ground one after another.
puff.
There were cracks in their backs, and hungry ghosts emerged from the withered corpses.
Hungry ghosts are all born by "creating animals". After the number increases, the vortex formed by the accumulated water in a layer of hell continues to intensify.
There was a rustling sound coming from the possum's mouth, and the herder moaned in enjoyment.
He chanted the words, as if he were chanting while meditating.
"It's very close, very close to the second recovery!!"
The Possum headed towards the next martial arts hall, and many hungry ghosts were hungry. As the stench became more intense, the ghosts were about to come to reality.
Peibaicheng became extremely chaotic, with people retching at home and crying babies.
The herdsmen showed no mercy and slaughtered three martial arts schools in a row, and before they knew it, they reached a remote alley near the city wall.
"Zhou Mo..."
The Possum froze, and Captain Sun blocked the alleyway with heavy breathing.
"Zhou Mo, you are more vicious than a ghost. The second resurrection is not something you can touch."
"Am I vicious?"
The animal herder prayed: "Sun Captou, I was forced. The conditions for the second resurrection of the pregnant ghost are too harsh. I have to keep making animals, but if I give up my practice, the pregnant ghost will not let me go."
Captain Sun remained silent, and the blood dripping on the ground turned into tiger spots and spread.
Zhou Mo changed his face again, "Sun Qi, what qualifications do you have to deal with me if you are a semi-invalid person?"
Bang.
The Possum was torn apart. The dwarf emerged from the corpse. Because the skull was discarded during a resuscitation, the surface of the head was covered with veins, like a pregnant woman.
A dozen hungry ghosts around him sprouted human skin and suddenly came to reality and pounced on Mr. Sun's head.
roar! !
Sun Baotou let out a long roar, and the tiger spots spread out, and then a bunch of ghosts from the yamen got into the body, and the body expanded in a circle.
None of the ghosts could do anything about Sun Capture, and the wailing sounds of hungry ghosts could be heard.
Zhou Mo was not in a hurry and called for more hungry ghosts. He didn't move away until he was sure that Sun Captou was flawlessly caring about him.
Sun Baotou's dark energy condensed, and he stared at the entrance of the alley.
Whoosh.
Zhou Mo ducked sideways, and a rivet passed by him.
Yang He stood at the entrance of the alley, watching the battle for who knows how long.
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Compared with the two people who each have their own disabilities, Yang He shows no signs of fusion with ghosts at all, but the scars all over his body make him feel oppressive.
Zhou Mo said quickly: "We...we agreed that Peibaicheng's 70,000 living people will be given to you."
Yang He didn't reply, his eyes opened between his eyebrows.
When Sun Captou's consciousness collapsed, he could vaguely sense Yang He's existence. It was the inner alchemy that the latter completed. Another evil ghost monk was also killed by the other party, but...
But he had to be afraid, because Yang He himself was beyond recognition.
There is no need to give up organs to enter the realm of evil ghosts. Today is different from the past. Unless they are immortals and Buddhas recorded in ancient books, there are no such characters.
"We clearly agreed."
Zhou Mo reached out and swung his hand, and the sharp and fragmented vagina flashed past, and then most of the hungry ghosts gave up on Sun Cap and rushed towards Yang He.
Yang He didn't give in, the stone arms grabbed his neck, and his skin turned into stone.
bite.
The sharp blade fragments only cut through a layer of flesh.
Yang He calmed down and spit out another corpse-killing nail to seal Zhou Mo's path. The ghostly pupils between his eyebrows disappeared in an instant.
Capt. Sun suddenly saw an incredible scene.
In addition to the ghost eyes and stone hands, there is a fourth arm that extends crazily.
The chests of the three hungry ghosts were penetrated.
Yang He killed Zhou Mo step by step, and the ghost hands attached to the ghost eyes were killing everyone.
Zhou Mo covered his head, his facial features deformed by fear, the pregnant ghost began to eat along the skull, and the vortex on the water surface swept through Peibaicheng.
"Hahaha, second recovery!!"
He is turning into a ghost, but it is different from the second resurrection he keeps talking about.
It's more like becoming food for pregnant ghosts.
Sun Captou's abdomen swelled. On the surface, it was a false pregnancy caused by the accumulation of Yin Qi, but in fact, he felt a heartbeat gradually ringing inside.
"Be careful! The pregnant ghost has dominated Zhou Mo, he is now a ghost and not a human being!!"
The pregnant ghost mainly targets Yang He, and the Yin energy directly floods the alleys.
Sun Baotou's pupils trembled, and he noticed that many hungry ghosts actually flinched. Looking at Yang He again, a faint corpse odor poured into his nose.
"Corpse!!!"
Yang He has red hair, body spots all over his body, sharp fangs and blood-red eyes, and the ghost hands blessed by Yin Fire become more and more terrifying.
puff.
The ghost hand expanded to three or four meters in length.
Zhou Mo's arrogant smile still hung on his lips.
The next moment, his head was crushed.
The hungry ghosts also followed suit, and in the blink of an eye Zhou Mo's body was nowhere to be found.
Sun Captou felt suffocated and could not look directly at Yang He. What was the origin of this man? It seems that only in the records of ancient books, three thousand years ago when Yin and Yang were not separated... there was no need to resuscitate.
corpse?
Three thousand years of corpse? ! !
(End of chapter)