Mu Ziyun sat slumped on the ground. The feeling of being near death had not disappeared. As for the identity of the man, Mu Ziyun was probably sure. His black robe was dripping wet with thick oil, except for the oil from a few days ago. Who else could Mian Xiaosheng be?
Why doesn't he kill me? Mu Ziyun couldn't help but think that it stands to reason that he wanted to kill himself and he just succeeded. Could it be because he was tied up and couldn't move?
A breath of death passes, and a wave of evil comes again. A few feet away, another person fell next to Mu Ziyun. He was not wearing a robe and his face was exposed. His clothes on the left side were pure white and the right side was pure black. His face was white on the right and black on the left. His head was white on the left and black on the right. He had a pair of eyes that were indistinguishable and stared evilly. Zhu Muziyun.
"Yin Yang ghost, it's you!" Mu Ziyun jumped up. It seemed that it would be difficult to go out today.
The Yin-Yang Ghost's voice was very thin, and occasionally turned sharp and harsh. He said: "You have to die, we have taken a fancy to your body."
"Turn me into a puppet?" "Puppet?" The Yin Yang Ghost's face was distorted in a funny way. He laughed wantonly and his voice became deeper: "Why do you call those puppets? They are masterpieces, art, and the essence."
"Art? Haha, it's already a piece of rotten flesh, it still deserves to be called art." Mu Ziyun replied disdainfully.
"Whatever you say, for Zasui, art is too lofty. Don't worry, you will experience it for yourself soon."
"You don't want the treasure anymore?"
"What treasure?" The Yin-Yang Ghost revealed a strange look. "It's the treasure I gave you during the battle in Lianzhuang." "Oh, that's not me, it's another me." The Yin-Yang Ghost said very strange words and acted strangely. He scratched his head and scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Which one is me? ? All? It’s quite real now.”
Mu Ziyun knew that these monsters were the lunatic kings among lunatics, so he thought he was suffering from an illness. While he was distracted, he aimed the red hot wind at his feet and swept over the Yin Yang Ghost's head.
Bang, Yin-Yang Ghost grabbed Mu Ziyun's foot lightly, without letting go or continuing to move. He just held it up, and Mu Ziyun couldn't move his foot away even with all his strength.
The Yin-Yang Ghost grabbed Mu Ziyun's feet and was still muttering: "Why did I come here? I should be walking by the Jiang River. Uh, I remember there was a black air." "You!" Mu Ziyun got angry and shouted: "Yes." Just hit him, why bother?"
The Yin Yang Ghost, whose thoughts were interrupted, was a little annoyed. He grabbed Mu Ziyun's foot and pulled it down hard, causing Mu Ziyun's body to fall forward. Then he raised his hand and grabbed Mu Ziyun's throat. Lifted up a few feet.
Mu Ziyun gritted his teeth, raised his toes, and tried to touch the ground to prevent himself from hanging in the air. The tightness in his throat made him unable to breathe. The damn thing was that the Yin-Yang ghost was muttering to himself again, talking about treasures, secret rooms, and even more bizarre poems and articles, which made Mu Ziyun really angry.
Being grabbed by the throat, Mu Ziyun raised his right foot above his head, then pressed the Yin Yang Gui's shoulder with his heel, holding back his breath, and used Yan Xiu's strength that exceeded the limit of his body.
The Yin-Yang Ghost was awakened by the extremely heavy force on his shoulder and the pain of a broken shoulder bone while he was "ill." He had to let go of his hand. Mu Ziyun's eyes were filled with fire, as if he wanted to eat the Yin-Yang Ghost through, and the force on his feet continued to increase.
There was a breath or two of stasis, Mu Ziyun's chest murmured, and then he shouted loudly, Yin Yang Gui's feet were pressed into the ground, and the surrounding stones were shaken into dozens of cracks, and a wave of water flowed on the stone surface. The gray aura spreads like a wave.
This Yan Xiu Dacheng's body is not comparable to Huzi's transformed semi-finished product. This can be seen from the ferocious face of the Yin Yang Ghost. "Uh, ah" Yin Yang Gui really didn't expect Mu Ziyun to be so strong. There was blood oozing from his teeth and he couldn't move even if he wanted to.
Mu Ziyun's breathing became tight. Yan Xiu was different from the transformation. Although his strength was not bad, it consumed his body, not his martial energy. It was consumed quickly and recovered slowly. Even so, the strength on Mu Ziyun's feet It will not weaken at all. He knows that the Yin and Yang ghosts have methods and must not give him time to breathe.
The Yin-Yang Ghost was so painful that his eyes almost rolled over. He glanced over his left shoulder. When he saw Mu Ziyun's feet, there was an imperceptible joy in his eyes. He opened and closed his mouth as if he was reciting something. After he finished reciting, he was gloating about his misfortune. Looking at Mu Ziyun as if.
"Huh?" Mu Ziyun thought to himself, "What happened? Why is he laughing." Suddenly, there was a ringing sound in his ears. Mu Ziyun, who was still surprised, slammed into the ground, and his right leg was severely injured. Broken.
"Jie Jie Jie" Yin Yang Ghost sneered and moved his body. The pain in his left shoulder made his face become distorted again. While keeping still, he slowly moved to the stone wall and sat down.
Looking at Mu Ziyun again, he was pressed into the ground half a foot deep. There was a pool of blood around his mouth and foaming. His left shoulder was stained red and his right leg was folded aside. Mu Ziyun no longer knew what pain was. He felt that a large piece of his shoulder was broken and he had no feeling below the waist.
There was still a trace of consciousness left, and he couldn't figure out what happened. There was some light in the cemetery, and it reflected something on the blood on Mu Ziyun's mouth. Mu Ziyun gasped weakly and saw his own shadow in the blood. Behind him lay a monster dressed in white. The monster's face was frighteningly white, but it was a smiling face, and its mouth was disproportionately wide, with an exaggerated grin.
"When?" Mu Ziyun looked at the blood unwillingly. He was already at the level of a master in terms of movement skills. If there was something lying on his back, wouldn't he be able to notice it?
"I, I don't want to die." The fear of death emerged in Mu Ziyun's heart. His fingers moved tremblingly, digging into his chest, trying to wake up something, but he failed. Everything seemed to be doomed. , death seems to have become his foregone conclusion.
"What will happen to me? Will I become a puppet like Zuo Zhiwei and Zhang Qin? Will I still have my own consciousness?" Mu Ziyun's five fingers were embedded in his skin, his fingers were soaked with blood, and his blood-red eyes were leaking out. Tears, "I don't want to die, really"
Yin Yang Gui has not moved. It seems that he is also seriously injured. His left shoulder is broken like Mu Ziyun. He is expecting Mu Ziyun to die on his own, which will save his energy.
However, a commotion made him laugh evilly. A woman with claws and disheveled hair sat on the back of a monster and walked over while sniffing. She glanced at the Yin Yang ghost who fell to the ground and felt a little... Surprised, when he saw Mu Ziyun lying in a pool of blood, his black teeth stained with blood suddenly leaked out.
He chuckled, ignored the Yin Yang ghost, and walked to Mu Ziyun's side. The woman was none other than the demon organization's favorite, the hyena Bai Yao. At this moment, she was so excited that she drooled. The monsters below couldn't help but start tearing Mu Ziyun's hands and feet apart.
The Yin-Yang ghost chuckled and said, "Don't eat it, make him into a doll, and eat it after you're done." Bai Yao smiled and touched his mouth, reluctantly looked at the piece of meat in front of him, and said, "Okay, but he He's not dead yet. Let me help him and kill his head office." "Okay, you can cut him into pieces, hahaha."
Bai Yao jumped down. She wanted to enjoy it. She touched Mu Ziyun's face. She cut open his face with sharp claws and dug out the flesh. Mu Ziyun looked at Bai Yao coldly. Death might be a foregone conclusion. , but will never give in, especially in the face of such a beast.
Hoo, ho, ho, the monster behind him screamed uneasily. Bai Yao and Yin Yang Gui were startled, feeling a very strong aura slowly approaching.
Finally, we arrived here. Right in front of Bai Yao, the man came with heavy steps. Purple-black light spread all over his body, even surrounding his body. If you look closely, you will find that his skin is Decay, rebirth, then molt.
He is mute. At this moment, his eyes are like two red lanterns in the purple-black air. The light from his feet dissolves the ground, releasing dirty air.
Soon after, he stood still, with visible sprays of medicine spraying all over his body. Those sprays turned into lines in the air: "Give him to me, and then I will kill you."
