"Hey, ugly thing, don't you have ears? I told you, this is my trophy. Also, your voice is really ugly, can you please shut up?"
Du Yun stretched out the little finger of his left hand and took out his ear. It seemed as if the other party's voice was really irritating the earwax.
"Hey, damn fat man, he called you ugly again and said your voice is ugly. I really can't stand it!"
The tall faceless man took the opportunity to make fire again, as if making fire was his mission, he conscientiously did his duty and never missed a chance.
"Hmph, kid, we just passed Yi Zhe. Since you are so stubborn and stubborn, I will teach you how to be a good person, grandpa!"
After saying that, the shadow behind the short faceless man became clearer.
"Teach me how to be a human being? Ugly thing, are you a human being?"
Du Yun flicked the spear in his hand and sneered, showing no fear of the opponent's threat.
"Wow wow wow, damn fat man, he said you are not human, go up and beat him, although I think he is right, kukuku hehehehehehehahahaha..."
The tall faceless man was still taking the opportunity to light the fire and let out a strange laugh.
Atop this rubble of rocks, a thrilling battle seemed about to break out under the coming light of dawn.
"Boy, remember, the one who killed you is Yang Qiu, the guardian spirit of the Ghost and God Sect. Come out, my big baby, the belly ghost!"
The short faceless man Yang Qiu shouted loudly, and the wide black robe that he wore like a tights suddenly grew bigger with a "bang" sound. The robe was loose and windless. Behind him, the hill-like figure became increasingly clear.
"Sheep ball? I think it's better to call it pig ball!"
Du Yun almost laughed out loud when he heard the other party's name, but soon he stopped laughing because the "meat mountain" had appeared.
The guy was ugly, with a stooped body, huge wings of flesh on his back, and green flames flashing in his eyes. It opened its bloody mouth, corrosive saliva dripping from its sharp teeth, and black wind roared continuously behind it. For a moment, the aura of a seventh-level powerhouse was fully displayed.
The upper body of this monster is in the shape of a human, or a green humanoid shape like a mountain of flesh. The lower body is a huge insect belly with several centipede-like legs on it. It has a look on its face. A cunning and fierce expression.
"The belly ghost? So the belly ghost looks like this? It's really ugly."
Looking at the monster in front of him, Du Yun couldn't help but think of the records he knew about the belly ghost, and these information were all accidentally glimpsed in the study of his eldest brother, who had a sinister nature.
The belly ghost is one of the most mysterious ghosts. According to Zhiyi's notes recording it, no one has ever seen what it looks like, and no one has ever known how it enters the human belly. People who have been possessed by the ghost can hear the ghost's harsh words until they die. There is only one way to save someone who has been invaded by a ghost, and that is to use Mijiu (also known as the Eight Poison Red Balls).
"Good guy, how did such a big one get into a person's belly?"
Looking at the big guy in front of him who was nearly five meters long, wide and high, Du Yun couldn't help but feel a little confused. Could it be that he got into the giant's belly?
"Boy, it's your honor to die under my belly!"
Du Yun ignored Yang Qiu's arrogant tone and told him with actions.
A burst of flames flew up from his feet and continued to wrap around his body, eventually turning into a pair of copper-colored flame armor. The spear in his hand was also covered in flames and turned into a burning flame gun.
"Arrogant!"
Wei Dingguo shouted loudly, rushed out first, and pounced on the sheep fur. The other party also did his part, and with a sinister smile from the corner of his mouth under the mask, he immediately ordered the belly ghost behind him to come forward.
"Big baby, go ahead and eat him!"
Wei Dingguo's figure stood erect in the flying dust like a ball of fire. The red armor on his body makes him even more powerful and domineering. The spear in his hand was as hot as fire, and even the air seemed to be distorted by its burning.
Suddenly, a gust of sinister wind struck, and the belly ghost rushed towards him at a speed far exceeding its size. Its green body shone with a strange luster under the only faint starlight, and its faceless head was even more terrifying.
It opened its bloody mouth, let out a blood-curdling scream, and rushed towards Wei Dingguo along with the fierce black wind.
Wei Dingguo did not flinch. He shouted loudly and rushed towards him with the blazing sword in his hand. In an instant, a fierce battle broke out, with the blazing flames and the cold black wind launching a battle of life and death.
As Wei Dingguo's cooked copper knife danced, blazing flames rushed towards the ghost like a dragon. Every collision triggered a shocking explosion. And every time the belly ghost waved, it brought up a black whirlwind.
"Damn it, isn't the belly ghost weak in attack power? Why is the one in front of me now like a tank, so hard to beat!"
After colliding with the opponent, Wei Dingguo further felt that the opponent's strength was not simple. His eyes were full of solemnity. At this time, it was difficult for him to summon his five hundred crimson-clad fire soldiers again. The battle with the old man Hu Bing just now had already made him It consumes a lot of money, after all, it is a cross-border battle.
"Boy, you know how powerful my big baby is!"
Yang Qiu laughed ferociously again, seemingly disdainful of Wei Dingguo's attack.
"Ugly thing, as I said, your voice is too ugly!"
Du Yun's eyes were focused, his eyes were firm and resolute, his feet were trembling, and his body was shooting straight at Yang Qiu like a rocket.
At this time, Du Yun's pseudo flame field still existed, and the effect of the lava essence had not completely disappeared. As he moved, the magma on the ground also moved forward, and the flame field was spreading to new battlefields.
To capture the thief first, capture the king. Du Yun would not let this arrogant ugly thing stand there and watch the show, while Zhao Jin's other soul flying saint Li Gun stood still and stared at the thin man in the distance. The tall, faceless man, as long as the other party showed any signs of action, the fallen leaf javelin in Li Gun's hand, which was always ready to fly, would let him know why the flowers were so red.
"Boy, messing with me is the biggest mistake of your life!"
Seeing Du Yun attacking him, Yangqiu, who was like a fat pig, laughed ferociously, and suddenly stretched out his hands, and a huge shadow of ghost claws condensed on his fat hands like pig's trotters.
[Spiritual Skill·Spiritual Ghost Claw! 】
"Oh yo yo, let's fight, let's fight, it's a big show, it's a big show, laughing and joking..."
The tall, thin, faceless man next to him saw that his "companion" had finally started fighting, and hurriedly hid far away, clapping his hands uncontrollably.
"boom!"
Du Yun's spear hit Yang Qiu's claws, making a huge collision sound. Du Yun was knocked out, and he flipped and adjusted his body several times in the air before landing safely.
On the other hand, Yang Qiu only took half a step back, and the fat on his body surged like waves, unloading that powerful force.
"Damn, fat meat can still be used in this way?"
Du Yun couldn't help but curse in his heart when he saw that his attack had no effect on the opponent. Then he adjusted his posture and said he would not spare the other party.
"Fat Ball, is this the strength of your Ghost Sect's Soul-Keeping Envoy? It's nothing more than that. What do you call a Soul-Keeping Envoy? It's obviously a Ghost-Keeping Envoy. I think you might as well go back and change your name to Gui Lao!"
With one blow, Du Yun almost knew the level of the opponent's strength. Although the opponent was one level higher than him, he was not invincible. Glancing at the belly ghost in the distance, Du Yun sneered. .
"Wow, you're so mad at me, brat. When you die, I'm going to tear your mouth apart and see what it's made of, so hard!"
This Yang Qiu was not only mentally ill, but also had a very bad temper. He was angered by Du Yun so easily.
Immediately waving his hands, the black robe he was wearing, which had become wider at this time, automatically moved without wind again. The complex runes printed on the robe gave off a faint gray light at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, a thick gray fog rushed towards Du Yun.
"Repeat the same old tricks?"
This ghost mist looked similar to the ghost mist summoned by the old man with the Nalaoshizi ghost mist in the temple compound. How could Du Yun make it succeed and quickly activated the lava flames in the pseudo domain? Surge forward, trying to burn away the gray mist.
"snort!"
Seeing the flames coming, Yangqiu snorted coldly, and the gray mist gathered back again, gathering around him and wrapping his fat body. The gray mist gathered more and more, became more solid, and finally formed a dark gray armor on his body as fat as a mountain, with complex underworld patterns tattooed on it.
The pattern had a black pentagram as the background, with an expressionless white skull in the middle, and its eyes were blood red, full of weirdness and ominousness.
No matter how Yang Qiu changed, Du Yun was done with it. He rushed towards Yang Qiu again, and the spear wrapped in flames in his hand was pointed directly at Yang Qiu's head.
But the sheep fur remained as motionless as a mountain. In other words, his huge size meant that his fighting method could only remain unchanged in response to all changes.
Finally, just when Du Yun's flame spear was about to hit him, Yangqiu moved. He stretched out his right hand and swung it forward. Du Yun only felt a fast black shadow shooting towards him. The speed was too fast. There was no time to think about it, so he had no choice but to resist with his gun.
"what!?"
"boom!"
Du Yun was knocked out again, and the black shadow returned to Yang Qiu's hand. Only then did he see clearly what was attacking him.
What caught his eye was a black sickle. The blade was sharp and curved like a crescent moon, emitting a cold light. There is a long iron chain on its handle, and the other end of the iron chain is connected to a chain ring engraved with mysterious runes. At this time, the chain ring is being put on the forearm in the black sheep fur robe. superior.
"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie, isn't my Flying Scythe feeling uncomfortable?"
Yang Qiu's proud words were heard, and there was a malicious cunningness on his face under the mask, as if everything was under his control. The iron chain in his hand was like a living snake, hissing in the air, as if looking for prey.
