Chapter 294: Near the Village

Huang Lan fell to the ground with a bang, and the ghosts around her screamed and rushed back into her body. The official road, which had been noisy just now, suddenly returned to calm. Her body was dripping with blood, and she had already lost her strength and fell to the ground gently. Panting, his expression lowered, not like a monster cultivated by the king of beasts, but rather like a helpless kitten.

Xiaochan opened her smart eyes wide and swallowed, terrified by the scene just now.

She couldn't understand, where was the scholar's wind-pulling armor, and that metal magic weapon that could radiate divine power. She could keep that huge power in her heart, but she didn't dare to ask or say it.

Fortunately, the scholar is still the same as before, showing great power and solving the enemy dangerously and dangerously.

Wang Tianyu is no exception. The situation just now was too complicated. He almost thought that his side was about to lose. He even felt the fear of death. There is no doubt that once the two warriors, Anyang and Huang Lan, were defeated, the two of them would shrink behind. The crispy skin can never stop the bite of the flying corpse, but never expected that Anyang still hides this hand.

It seems that what Master said to himself is true that most Taoist wanderers love to hide their trump cards.

Like him, he used one of the most complicated spells he knew from the very beginning, and after a few uses, he was so tired that he almost collapsed!

Anyang took a long sigh of relief when he retracted his hand. The first thing he did was walk to Huang Lan and squat down to check her injury.

Although she is a demon, she does not have the almost immortal demon body of Xiao Wei and Xiao Yi who have practiced for thousands of years in the painted skin. At this time, the wound just stopped the blood, and it still looks terrifying. Fortunately, she seems to have a high immunity to toxins. The corpse poison of the corpse did not make her wounds black and pus, but only affected the recovery. After a little consideration, you will know-

No problem.

The physical fitness of this tigress is quite high. As long as such an injury is not fatal, it is a skin trauma.

Anyang breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, and used exorcism to remove the dark spots on her wound.

The tigress also opened her eyes a little, and smiled at him with a grin. The two tiger teeth in her mouth complemented each other. It looked quite beautiful, but it was a pity that the smile was a bit far-fetched.

The forest has returned to calm, and as the golden light suddenly appeared, it shot into the distance through the gap between the branches and leaves, and the evil spirits were gradually removed.

Wang Tianyu came over, took a deep breath, pinched the seal with one hand, and recited complicated incantations in a low voice. The other hand was placed ten centimeters above Huang Lan's body and slowly stroked in the air.

An astonishing thing happened. The wound where he touched was slowly scabbed over, and the recovery speed was much faster. Even Huang Lan's complexion looked much better.

Anyang couldn't help but be surprised, this kid still has the potential to be a priest?

Ah no, it's called milk!

Huang Lan didn't seem to take this injury to heart, and gave them absolute trust. He also changed his posture lazily, opened his eyes and looked at Wang Tianyu who was treating him, and smiled again. It has already taken on a bright yellow color, and the claws that were retracted have also stretched out a little, and there is a great momentum to return to its original shape.

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In the woods, a vigorous figure ran, using both hands and feet, as fast as lightning, but agilely avoided roadblocks, jumped over the grass, and quickly approached here. He didn't stop until he slowly relaxed his hands and feet and walked to the edge of the official road. He leaned behind a tree and looked at it quietly. His eyes flashed with indifference and doubts, perfectly hidden in the darkness.

Only then can it be seen clearly that this is a middle-aged man wrapped in a tattered cloak, with a stubby beard on his face, and a deep scar from his chin to the corner of his eyes, which adds to his indifference.

He stared at the broken corpse on the ground for a long time, and finally licked his lips, turned and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, one by one nearby monsters came, some quietly hiding in the woods to check, some strutting, seeing that the battle on this side was over, they simply left without saying a word. As for the other cultivators in the vicinity, they are probably not as sharp as the monsters, and they didn't notice the movement here. I hope so.

After a long time, the Kunlun Mountain disciples and the wounded Daoists arrived. Seeing the mess on this side, they swallowed their saliva, looked at each other in dismay, and finally retreated silently.

...

The two carriages swayed forward in the dark, Xiaochan sat in front of the car, lit the light and fingerprinted the road. One after the other, the stone giants were driving the road, guarded by the paper yaksha in the middle, and flying overhead. The two-headed paper yaksha can be described as a luxurious lineup. Around like this, Xiaochan was still trembling all over, looking left and right from time to time, for fear that the corpse would suddenly come out.

The group looked for an excellent resting place again, stopped the carriage, cut down a tree as firewood, and lit the fire.

Anyang took out a few pieces of yellow paper at random, summoned a few green-faced ghost puppets, cooperated with the paper yaksha to watch the night, and inserted the Tang knife into the ground in front of him, and then fell asleep.

The next morning, the sun radiated from the top of the mountain and woke everything up.

Anyang opened his eyes and spread out his hand. There was an inky black bead in the palm of his hand. He looked carefully in front of him, and there seemed to be a black mist circulating inside.

This thing still faintly exudes a faint fragrance, no one would have imagined that it fell out of an extremely evil and ugly corpse.

In the summer, the dew was heavy, and his clothes and hair were wet, and even a drop of water formed on the handle of the knife in front of him, which was crystal clear.

I don't know how long it took, a Taoist riding a donkey passed by on the official road. The donkey's cry echoed loudly, and the bells were crisp and sweet, which woke Wang Tianyu, but Xiaochan never fell asleep completely, she had consciously set up the boiler to cook. The fragrant broth started to smell, and even the Taoists who passed by couldn't help but sucked their noses and looked sideways.

A moment later, the four of them sat around drinking broth.

Anyang looked at Huang Lan, who was already jumping, and couldn't help but be surprised. Then he looked at Wang Tianyu, whose face was pale and his eyes were sinking like an overindulgence. He immediately understood and grinned.

"Okay, Brother Tianyu, I didn't expect you to have this skill."

"Where is it, Miss Huang Lan is in good health, I only play a supporting role, but you are the one who amazes me, Brother Anyang. I originally saw you as polite and scholar-like, but I didn't expect you to pick up a long knife. Evil corpse, with such skill, sinking deep into the corpse without blinking an eye, is really embarrassing."

Huang Lan said without hesitation: "What he said is true. Usually, this kind of injury will take me up to two days to heal."

Anyang's eyes twitched, and he turned to Wang Tianyu and spread out his hand, holding a black bead, about the size of his thumb, and asked, "Brother Tianyu, do you know what this is?"

Wang Tianyu yawned, glanced casually, and asked, "It fell out of the evil corpse, right?"

Anyang nodded: "That's right."

Wang Tianyu said: "This is called a corpse pill, which is usually only possessed by the corpse monsters of the most yin and evil. It gathers the power of yin and evil. In the hands of the dead, it is estimated that they will be able to supplement it with some kind of panacea, but we don’t have the ability. I only know that this thing can keep the body from rotting in the mouth of the dead, but remember not to be swallowed, otherwise The corpse will turn into an essence in the yin and evil energy, causing chaos to the world!"

Huang Lan interjected: "If you are a demon who cultivates the evil way of yin, this can help your cultivation."

Anyang nodded, put it away, and chatted with Wang Tianyu.

"Brother Tianyu's magic trick last night was a genius, and he was able to shoot down the invulnerable flying corpse."

"Where are you? It's just some small tricks. Brother Anyang and Miss Huang Lan are the ones that are surprising. They are like gods falling from the sky. Compared with you, what are those cultivators! Especially that puppet technique, when It's amazing."

Listening to them complimenting each other, Huang Lan stared at this for a while, and stared at that for a while, and gradually felt bored. He simply stretched out his paws and played with it. At the same time, he thought about a spell that he did not understand, secretly thinking about when to look It is more appropriate to ask Anyang.

Hmm... It seems that in addition to those spells taught in Kunlun Mountain, Anyang also has a lot of spells. If you are asking about these, is it appropriate?

After eating and packing everything, the four of them are ready to set off.

The two carriages were still swaying on the road, and the bells rang a crisp sound on the top of the clean mountain.

Gradually, it was dusk again, and several people secretly raised their vigilance, knowing that last night was only the first night, and as they gradually approached the demon's area, the attack was bound to be stronger.

At the same time, Anyang gradually frowned. As he went further and further south, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the small mountain village at the time. This road was all the scenery he had traveled before.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horse hooves from the rear. After opening the curtain and looking back, they found that the twelve Kunlun disciples were chasing after them. The leader was Yan Li. They were surprised when they saw that there seemed to be no casualties in the carriage. I can imagine that there were quite a few corpses that attacked last night. They passed by on the official road, and the stumps and flesh in that place were shocking.

This is the evil corpse that the group of cultivators joined forces to pay casualties to fight back. The three of them also brought a maid. How did they kill all the evil corpses?

Yan Lice came right away, keeping pace with the carriage driven by Wang Tianyu in front.

"Your Excellency, the eldest disciple of Kunlun, Yan Li."

Wang Tianyu was obviously over-exhausted. He hadn't recovered from his exhaustion. He fell into a daze. Instead, Huang Lan, who was driving, replied, "Well, we all know you."

Yan Li glanced at her and was stunned. Compared with Anyang, Huang Lan didn't show a shorter height, but the proportions were intact, showing a mermaid belly, tight thighs, and wearing less clothes, which was particularly tempting. And every inch of her body is full of strength, and the faint scars on it are really shocking to people.

However, he quickly regained his senses, cupped his hands and said, "The corpse attack last night must have been experienced by the girl. Looking down, there must be a demon attacking tonight. Why don't we go together and have a response, what do you think?"

Although Huang Lan is smart and knows the rules of etiquette, he is a demon after all, and no one is so hypocritical. "

Yan Li was startled again, and then he bowed his hands to thank him, his face full of embarrassment.

Anyang sat in the back and did not talk to him, while Wang Tianyu was sleeping, but both of them had no objection to this. They had just attended the lecture in the outer hall of Kunlun Mountain, and received the grace of Kunlun Mountain to protect Kunlun disciples overnight. nothing.

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