Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

Most of the corpses' clothes were made of coarse linen, and a few were wearing the robes of the monks in the city, with the patterns on them all intact.

Miaoyu could clearly recognize which sect they were disciples of.

Huanyi did not answer, but gritted her teeth and cursed the melon picker's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Damn it, he's done it again! What a disgusting old thing, my aunt should have killed him a hundred times back then." She muttered.

Miaoyu didn't hear clearly: "What?"

Huan Yi: "I mean we have to destroy the altar first. That vine is one of the ten great ghost vines, the Yin Mother Dark Infant Vine. It is only one step away from being subdued by the old pervert. If it is really subdued, I am afraid it will be difficult to kill him."

Miao Yu had no time to think about why a little girl like her knew so much. She swung the magic sword in her hand and was about to chop down the bloody altar.

Bang.

The magic sword was blocked by the paper fire banner, and the old ghost picking melons had already recalled the two ghost puppets guarding outside.

Huanyi only spread out five spiritual threads that attached to the ghosts in the team, while the two guards on the periphery were still under the control of the old ghost picking melons.

He saw from the corner of his eye that Miao Yu was about to destroy the altar, and he was naturally anxious, but he was entangled by the leader of the Chiyan Sect and the others for a while and could not get away.

The ghosts in the cave were out of control, but fortunately the two outside were still obedient, so they had to call for emergency help.

The cultivation level of the melon-picking old ghost has fallen to the level of transformation, so the cultivation levels of the three corpse ghost shadows he refined are all in the spirit-sealing stage.

One of the two ghosts in the Sealing Spirit Stage entangled Miao Yu, while the other one was about to use the paper fire banner in his hand to strangle Huan Yi.

Huanyi hurriedly stepped back a few steps, secretly gathering strength in the hands that hung beside her.

The same white figure blocked her way.

Huan Yi opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

It’s the leading ghost from before!

Two white ghosts dressed in the same manner confronted each other, and two white paper fire banners strangled each other at the same time.

The leading ghost made a threatening hoarse sound from his throat. He stared at the ghost opposite with his dark eye sockets, then turned his head and shouted his first words in the direction of Huanyi.

"He He, run!"

His vocal cords were like worn and rusted iron, almost squeezing and rubbing to force out that low shout.

Although he didn't know who the "He He" he was talking about was, Huan Yi thought that the spiritual thread helped him break free from the control of the melon-picking old ghost, and he should remember some of his obsessions before his death.

Because of the obsession of not wanting to forget even after death, there are such strong three corpses, and they are used by the old pervert to be refined into ghost puppets.

Each of the three corpse ghosts has the strength to seal the spirit. Miao Yu, who is at the stage of Condensing Veins, naturally finds it difficult to sustain them. The special poison that she had used on the old ghost picking melons has also been used up.

She tried to hold out for a few rounds with her spirit sword, but was then entangled by the ghost with paper fire banners and could not move.

When the old ghost picking melons saw the situation here, he immediately gave an order to the ghost, "Kill her and sacrifice her blood to the holy altar!"

He is only one step away from a blood sacrifice, and he will be able to completely subdue the Yinmu Mingying Vine, and then these ants in front of him can be easily crushed to death.

"Yu'er!"

The leader of the Chiyan Sect was worried about his daughter, but the old ghost who picked melons used his soul flag to temporarily trap everyone in a small space, making it impossible to rescue them.

He was extremely anxious and reluctantly took out a scarlet pill.

Dragon Blood Pill, after taking it, can greatly improve your strength within the time of an incense stick, and your cultivation level will leap to a higher level.

Just such a small pill costs 100,000 spirit stones.

If it weren't for the million-dollar bounty, the leader of the Chiyan Sect would not be willing to spend so much money.

A bounty of one million and a cost of one hundred thousand. If we can't cut off the head of this evil cultivator, all our money will be gone.

Although Dragon Blood Pill is not a pill made with real dragon blood, it uses the expensive juice of the dragon blood tree as its main ingredient.

As the best in the nearby two-star city, the leader of the Chiyan Sect had gone through a lot of hardships to get this one pill.

The Dragon Blood Pill really lived up to its reputation. As soon as the Red Flame Sect Leader took it, he felt a burning red light in his eyes.

He was filled with a strong fighting spirit, his blood was vigorous, his aura and cultivation level were rising steadily, all the way up to the seventh level of the transformation realm, five levels higher than the old man picking melons.

He shouted loudly, and countless talismans like afterimages flew out from his wide sleeves.

The yellow talisman paper had blood-colored patterns on it, densely packed like two long dragons, with flames shooting up into the sky, constantly attacking the ghost cultivator's dark soul flag.

The melon-picking old ghost poured all his spiritual power into the soul flag, maintaining the situation of one trapping five. Even though his eyes were bulging and bloodshot, he insisted on holding on to the end.

Just as the leader of the Red Flame Sect was trying his best to break through the trap, Miao Yu was entangled by layers of paper fire banners and unable to break free. The ghost who received the order was about to cut her neck with his sharp nails.

There was a sharp sound.

The ghost's sharp long nails were like scratching the strings of a guitar, and the sound was piercing and sharp.

The three-inch-long sharp nails that were like ghost spikes were just a hair's breadth away from Miaoyu's neck and could no longer move forward.

If you look closely, you will find that his palms are bound by something like silk threads.

The stroke he just made also touched those silk threads.

The Sky Ghost Silk is so tough that it can cut through iron like mud. Combined with the sharp long nails of the ghost shadow, it scratches and saws like playing the piano.

Nowadays, ghosts also play the piano, but the sound is crackling and particularly painful to listen to.

Huanyi moved her fingers, and the Heavenly Ghost Silk pulled the ghost shadow back little by little.

The little girl smiled and said, "Don't touch my pretty sister."

Then Miao Yu watched helplessly as the ordinary little girl she thought was controlling the silk threads to drag a Three Corpse Ghost in the Spirit Sealing Stage over alive, stepped on it, and then used her free white hand to grab a piece of strange thread that seemed to have life and stuffed it into the ghost's mouth.

"Be good, open your mouth, eat the mind thread, and then you can go to sleep."

The spiritual thread flowed into the mouth of the Three Corpses Ghost like a stream of light, quickly tearing off the control mark of the old ghost picking melons and covering up the original command.

The ghost figure was as motionless as a dead log.

The old melon picker caught a glimpse of the mind thread in Huanyi's hand, and his eyes instantly became sinister and sharp: "Corpse Puppet Clan!"

"Okay! The women of the Corpse Puppet Tribe have forced me into hiding. Today, there are still Corpse Puppet Tribe members who are not afraid of death and come to my door. All of you, go to hell!"

The Yinmu Mingying Vine is only one step away from being subdued, but the altar has been destroyed. Since it cannot be subdued, he will let the ghost vine enter a bloodthirsty frenzy state and kill everyone present.

He dug his sharp fingers into his arm and pulled out a bloody vine from the flesh. The baby ghost vine that had become his natal pet was rooted in the bones and blood. If it was peeled off, it would be no less than pulling out tendons and bones.

"what--"

Followed by a heart-wrenching howl.

A long baby ghost vine was pulled out from the arm of the old ghost who was picking melons, like a cramp, and it was dripping with black blood.

"I dedicate this to you, my noble Yin Mother Dark Infant Vine."

The baby ghost vine struggled and twisted like a fat earthworm, and was thrown to the Yin Mother Ghost Infant Vine by the old ghost who picked melons like bait.