The shriveled man stood up again, no, to be more precise, he was hung up from the air by a rope.

His head was slightly tilted, his face was filled with a smile of nothingness, and bright red blood was dripping along his eyelids.

The clothes were still the work clothes of the staff, but his body emitted a black light that was completely different from Ning Yang's green light.

Obviously, the other party's cultivation is much higher than that of Ning Yang.

Is it black clothes? Is this one level of cultivation above blue clothes? Or two or more?

Is it really possible for me to persevere from the other party until the arrival of the Iron Cannon Taoist?

I'm hanging my god, let's tell him to hanging my god...

Under the hanging gaze, Ning Yang slowly retreated, and while retreating, his own yin energy was constantly condensed.

The idea of ​​actively attacking Ning Yang just flashed through his head and was given up by him.

First of all, Ning Yang did not have an accurate understanding of the other party's strength, and when he recalled the scene of Dazhuang's death just now, he was a strange method that was hard to defend against.

This made Ning Yang a little afraid of being attacked, so now he can only try his best to condense his yin energy, so as to achieve a resistance effect when the opponent's attack comes.

Hanging Gui slowly forward, he tilted his head, the smile on his face was still the same as before, a red tongue flew up and down, as if it would come quickly at any time.

He looked at Ning Yang, with a smile on his face with greed and mockery.

Ning Yang took out his cell phone and glanced at him in a hurry, at 11:56!

There is only one or two minutes left before the arrival of the Iron Crown Taoist, and I have to hold on until that time no matter what!

Suddenly, Ning Yang felt that his neck seemed to have touched a semicircle arc, and then his body was involuntarily lifted upwards!

Oops! Was it a hit before you knew it?

At this moment, Ning Yang seemed to have lost his instinct as a ghost, and he could not float up!

Not only that, he felt like an ordinary person's weight was increasing, which also caused his neck pressure to become increasingly heavy!

Suffocation!

It is hard to imagine that a ghost will feel this way!

Ning Yang's hands were eager to pull the curve of his neck so that the suffocation could be relieved.

But all this did not do as he wished. When his hands reached his neck, he felt empty!

He didn't touch anything!

He tried to raise his chin so that his head would fall off the curve, but even so, the curve remained on his neck.

The suffocation feeling continued to invade his thinking. This was not the end. Just under this strong suffocation, he was frightened to find that his cheeks were actually stretching slowly?

This is……

Is he laughing?

No! You can't continue anyway, if you laugh completely, you will die!

For some reason, this idea took root in Ning Yang's mind as soon as it appeared, making him believe it without doubt.

He looked at the hanging tricks getting closer and closer, and looked at the increasingly prosperous smile on the other person's face and wanted to press the other person's face to the ground, and then plow dozens of acres of land!

"Laugh! Are you laughing at your uncle! Skill plunder, use it!"

【Ding ~ Congratulations to the host for successfully using the plundering skill, you have obtained a flexible long tongue】

[Flexible long tongue: This is an important organ that condenses a large amount of yin energy. It is flexible, long or short, can vibrate at high frequency, and can destroy gold and break jade. This is a rare tongue!]

[The flexible long tongue is already in place. Is the host installed? Randomly installed or specified?]

Ning Yang raised his arm, looked at the wet red tongue in his hand, and then looked at the system's evaluation of the tongue...

For a moment, even the feeling of suffocation just now was gone...

Flexible, long or short, can vibrate at high frequency, and can destroy gold and break jade?

Why do I always feel that this tongue is not very pure?

Did you think too much?

On the other side, looking at the sudden change of tongue in your hand, a hint of surprise appeared on your smiling face.

It seems to be saying, why is the tongue on your hand so similar to mine?

Hang your head down...

"Aba Aba?"

He covered his mouth in shock...

"Aba Aba!"

Hang Ji looked up at the tongue in Ning Yang's hand, and then looked at Ning Yang:

"Aba Aba? Aba Aba Aba!"

Ningyang:???

What is this guy talking about?

Yes, yes, I lost my tongue and even if I want to talk, I can only Aba Aba!

But looking at his anxious look, he felt very happy no matter how he looked!

Don’t you like to laugh? Don’t you like to look at me mockingly?

Now you can only laugh at me if you have a baba!

Kakka...

The clear sound of the object rupture came into Ning Yang's ears. He could feel that the curve in his neck could be broken away with just as he used light force!

Click!

Ningyang has landed!

At the same time, the black light hanging around the other side was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was like fading, and it changed from thick black to dark cyan all the way, and then from dark cyan to light cyan…

Looking at the color emitted by the other person, Ning Yang smiled, and was still very happy~

It can even be said to be a little rippling~

...

...

On the winding mountain road in Qidian Cemetery, the white-haired Taoist with graceful clothes finally saw the cemetery shrouded by the Yin Domain.

"Huhuhu~ I finally arrived!"

Standing at the entrance of the cemetery, the Iron-Crown Taoist threw away the three wheels in his hand while panting:

"Huhuhu~ I'm so tired. The scope of this Yin Domain is not very large. I hope I can save people!"

Gasping heavily, the Iron Cannon Taoist took off the long sword behind him, then took out a small bottle of unknown white liquid in his arms and applied it to the long sword.

After doing all this, the Iron-Crown Taoist stood with a sword, and a constant stream of breath suddenly surrounded the long sword.

"Taiji Wuji Sword Technique, Yin Domain, let me know!"

boom!

The sound of shock was endless, and the breath that flowed on the long sword quickly broke through the boundary between the Yin Realm and the reality.

A small hole appeared at the entrance of the cemetery, and the Iron-Crown Taoist rushed in without stopping.

I didn't expect that it wouldn't look good from the outside, but the inside of the Yin Domain was so solid.

If I had a good guess, the level of this evil spirit may have reached the top level of black clothes, and it is very likely that it will be just one step before entering the military level!

The people here Bao Kuo, the novices, must not survive if nothing unexpected happens...

What a pity... Three lives are one ghost...

The Taoist Tieguan shook his head, a hint of regret flashed in his eyes, but soon, this regret was replaced by anger!

"Since the person has not been saved, then the old Taoist will kill you, the evil spirit, to comfort their spirit in heaven!"

With hatred in his heart, the wind blew under the feet of the Tieguan Taoist, and he rushed all the way to the center of the Yin Realm, which is where the magic circle is located!

"Ba~"

What's going on? Someone is talking?

The Tieguan Taoist stopped with a sword. Although he had hatred in his heart, it did not mean that his mind was knocked out by hatred.

Because he had the belief of killing, this made him cautious.

"Ba~ba~"

There is really something going on!

The Tieguan Taoist was happy on his face. If there was any movement, it means that there was still someone alive!

Thinking of this, the Iron Cannon Taoist rushed towards the direction where the sound came!

The sound became louder and louder, and soon the Iron Cannon Taoist arrived at the location of the sound, which is the center of the cemetery!

Then!

He saw a scene that he had never seen in his life...
Chapter completed!