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The complexion of the old Taoist changed drastically, and his old face became even more haggard.

Seeing the corpse raiser who led the group of corpses, red energy poured into the group of corpses from the thin line.

As a corpse chaser, Yun Ran has a strong resonance with these energies. No one can stop this ability except her grandfather!

"Apprentice! Let's set up the altar as a teacher!"

The old Taoist threw out a small brown gourd,

Qingtong was shocked when he took the gourd, and looked at the little gourd in his hand with astonishment.

At this time, the master's blood is refined, and the so-called altar is to sacrifice to the sky by life.

It seems that this time, the master actually has to spend his life to deal with the current trouble.

Qingtong glanced at the old master, turned and walked towards the clearing with tears in his eyes.

Seeing the tears in Qingtong's eyes, Yun Ran felt that Wuwei Taoist seemed to be paying a great price, and he rushed into anxiety for a while.

Looking at the old face of Wuweidao elder, Yun Ran decided that other people should not be involved in this, and whispered:

"Old gentleman, run away, this matter should have happened to me, shouldn't involve others..."

After speaking, Yun Ran took the body of Uncle Fu and prepared to rush out.

"Are you going to let your father die in vain?"

Wuwei Daoist thought that Uncle Fu was Yun Ran's father, and his majestic voice came into Yun Ran's ears:

"Your father sacrificed himself and barely gained a chance for you. If you want to die at this time, how can you be worthy of the corpse in your hands!"

Wuwei Daochang half closed his eyes, his face was solemn, and a golden light flashed from his eyes:

"The old man still has the power to fight. If we join forces, we will die if we don't necessarily!"

Yun Ran was stunned for a long time, and slowly nodded with a cry:

"Thank you, Mr.... for your advice..."

A cyan air current traveled along Yun Ran's slender fingertips to Uncle Fu's hand.

A silk thread visible to the naked eye is gradually formed, and Uncle Fu's every move appears more powerful.

The red figure's sleeves swung lightly, and the corpses on the ground came like a tide.

The golden aura of Wuweidao Long Jianfeng lighted up a bit, and his figure immediately flashed out, turning into golden rays of light to shuttle through the group of corpses.

Yun Ran also led Uncle Fu's body and followed Dao Master Wuwei to cover his surroundings.

"Master, urge the altar to be laid out!"

The young boy shouted, behind him, a series of seals were shining with fluorescence.

The Wuwei Daoist stopped his body breathlessly:

"Young boy, Yun Ran, give me cover!"

Wuwei Daoist standing inside the seal, a blue line mixed with black and yellow energy slowly rose from the ground.

The Taoist commander held an iron sword and worshiped towards the sky. The corpse raiser saw this and immediately moved the group of corpses and attacked the three of them.

Qingtong and Yunran quickly retreated and went straight to the Dao Master's side.

"If one emperor does not descend, the Tao is destroyed by nothing; if the second emperor does not descend, the Tao is extinct; if the three emperors don't descend, behead to offer the sky; Lei Gong orders, speed down my altar!"

Hurry!

A violent blue light flashed, a strong hurricane of energy appeared between the sky and the earth, and the group of corpses was blown to and fro.

Wuwei Taoist is like a **** at this time, with a faint purple aura exuding all over his body, slowly cushioning his rise from the sky.

"Rumble—"

There was a thunderous sound not far away, and the corpse raiser looked startled, and immediately stretched out his hand to protect his body with his sleeves.

"boom!"

A foot-thick sky thunder struck among the corpses, and instantly there was a burning smell.

"boom!"

Another sky thunder immediately blasted the surrounding corpses into a big hole, and the fragments of the limbs were flying along with the hurricane with dry leaves.

"boom!"

The sky thunder became denser and denser, and the blue smoke that had been smashed from the body of the corpse raised up, but he still did not lose his vitality.

...

Finally, Guanghua receded and the hurricane stopped abruptly.

Taoist Wuwei is like a doll at this time.

"Puff~"

Falling to the ground, the altar glowing with a faint luminescence had disappeared at this time.

"master!"

Qingtong raised the Wuwei Taoist in a panic, and Yun Ran hurriedly came to the weak Taoist Wuwei.

The corpse raiser exudes a burnt smell, and the red clothes are now ragged and ugly.

However, he didn't seem to suffer much damage, and then spread his dry arms:

"Hahahaha—you old thing, the mere sky thunder, also want to hurt my forging body of ten thousand corpses? But you are dying to struggle!"

Although there were holes in the sleeves, there was no obvious damage to the black body through the holes.

The man in red looked at the scorched black corpses on the ground, the color condensed, and he rushed over, severely pinching Wuwei Dao Ren's neck:

"Old stuff, die to me!"

A strong red light erupted from the body of the man in red, and instantly transmitted to the wrist.

Just as Yun Ran moved Uncle Fu's body to prepare to stop it, a tender voice came out:

"Don't want to hurt my master!"

Qingtong's eyes contained human beings and his expression was determined. With **** and lightly tapping the sword in his sword-holding hand, a strong black and yellow aura spread from his whole body to the wooden sword.

The young boy who usually doesn't seem to know anything is like the Wuwei Taoist at this time, the black and yellow light around his body suddenly exploded, the wooden sword in his hand radiated light, and a sword pierced the red-clothed man's abdominal cavity.

"Uh~"

The corpse raiser uses yin and corpse qi to gather the corpse to raise the corpse. The yang qi in the body of children like Qingtong is flourishing, and the man in red that this sword stabbed back several steps.

"Special! Little beast!"

The man in red was in pain, his anger skyrocketed, his clothes exploded in an instant, and the dark red energy was surging like a river under his black body.

"The evil way of raising corpses! Suffer to death!"

Yun Ran stared at the place where the sound came from, and it was Yun Ran's grandfather-Yun Qu.

The four corpses stood beside the old man in a special position with a series of green silks in his hands.

The old man Yun Qu looked at his granddaughter not far away, and the corpse of Uncle Fu he was holding, his expression was heavy, and his heart tingled.

"Yun'er, you come behind me! Huh? Wuwei Taoist?"

The old man Yunqu was a little surprised at Wuwei Taoist, but he didn't expect this old thing to find here.

"Huh? Yun Ran is actually Yun Qu's granddaughter? Then, this corpse is Yun Yi?"

The Taoist Wuwei murmured a few words, and Qingtong and Yun Ran helped the Taoist Wuwei to come behind Yun Qu.

When passing by Yun Qu, Wuwei Taoist heard a voice that was imperceptible to others:

"Old Niubi, thank you very much."

Wuwei slowly shook his head and smiled, and slowly walked behind Yun Qu with the support of everyone.

The red-robed corpse saw Yunqu, and immediately became angry and shouted:

"The Lord is here? Well, even you guys will clean up together!"

The red-clothed man's violent body swelled several times, and dark red energy surrounded it, staring straight at Yunqu like a hellish ghost.

There was a panic on the old man's dry, wrinkled face, and there were countless things in the world that scared this old guy.

"Yun Ran, you take the Taoist to leave here, remember to take seven steps, take three steps, and go back and forth three times before leaving."

Keep in mind that this is the curse of the man in red under Silent Hill, and the old man naturally knows the way to crack it.

The three of them returned along the path together, and the Taoist Wuwei would not be far from death if he didn't get treatment.

"Grandpa, be careful."

Yun Ran believes that the old man Yunqu must be able to kill the man in red, and she has never seen these four corpses since she was a child.

"Old ghost Sun Ji, I didn't expect you to hide under Silent Hill all the time."

The old man Yunqu led the four corpses and slowly walked towards the giant corpse, which was the Sun Ji in his mouth.

Sun Li let out a hoarse laugh, and slammed with a big grin:

"Old stuff, I can find it here, thanks to you!"

A huge black shadow like a mountain flew over, and the old man Yunqu unhurriedly mobilized the four corpses to parry, his face sank when he heard this.

It seems that Sun Ji, the boss of the corpse-raising school, has been following them to Silent Hill.

For so many years, he actually used Silent Hill as a place of experience for young people. It seems that he has been careless.

"boom!"

Sun Li collided with the four corpses, a huge wave of air rushed out, the red mixed with cyan energy immediately dispersed, and the surrounding trees collapsed suddenly.

The old man Yunqu stepped back a few steps, stretched out his hands, as if grasping the air to stabilize his figure.

Sun Li also withdrew a few steps, and barely stopped after hitting a few huge trees.

After the trial, the two were no longer talking nonsense, and once again pushed the breath in the body to make moves.

The moves are quicker and more fierce than ever.

Sun Ji, who had practiced the body with the corpse dissolution technique, was obviously several times better than the old man Yunqu.

The old man's physical strength became weaker, his actions gradually slowed down, and even a flush of blush appeared on his thin and vicissitudes of life.

Back to the light!

In such a fight, the old man Yunqu will undoubtedly die.