A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

At this time, Cheng Weiwan actually believed in Meng Xianjue.

There are three types of ghosts, namely living corpses, ghost corpses and dead corpses.A living corpse is like Wu Zhong. It takes the right time, place and people to refine it into a living corpse, but dead corpses are everywhere, like puppets on a string, they can move with just a stick of talisman, and it is recorded in history books that a ghost cultivator Up to five hundred dead bodies can be controlled at the same time.

Strictly speaking, ghost corpses are beyond the control of ghost cultivators themselves. Ghost corpses have no consciousness, no thought, and rely entirely on instinct to move, but their mobility is amazing and they are extremely contagious. Once a corpse is bitten, the poison of the corpse will spread throughout the whole body through the blood, making normal living people assimilate with it.

According to Cheng Weiwan's understanding, there is no difference between ghost corpses and zombies in modern film and television works. This kind of ghost corpses is the most harmful and the most difficult to control.

Cheng Weiwan didn't doubt Meng Xianjue's strength, if Meng Xianjue wanted to do it, he would have done it when Meng Xianjue revealed his identity as a ghost cultivator to him.

What Meng Xianjue said was true.

The ghost corpse is indeed the best knife to use, but Meng Xianjue doesn't bother to use it.

Zhang Chengcan's face was twisted into a ball in pain, but he still didn't forget to yell at Cheng Weiwan. He was hysterical and couldn't understand why Cheng Weiwan was still indifferent.

"Aren't you afraid, Meng Xianjue is insane, aren't you afraid that one day he won't even recognize you, and turn you into a poor thing like a ghost corpse?"

Cheng Weiwan finally had some reaction, he took a step forward, squatted down, with a little pity in his eyes: "Zhang Chengcan, first of all, I have nothing to do with Meng Xianjue, I shouldn't be asking about his character. "

Meng Xianjue's body, which was standing stiffly, finally reacted. His cold and cruel expression was whitewashed by something else, and when he looked at Cheng Weiwan, it gradually transformed into a kind of unresolved melancholy.

Cheng Weiwan continued: "It's you, how is your character?"

Zhang Chengcan's complexion became ugly in an instant, while Cheng Weiwan watched the change of Zhang Chengcan's complexion, his outward expression remained unchanged, but his heart was full of nausea.

Thinking of the next day, if he wants to go home, he will secretly observe Zhang Chengcan's every move, and deal with this sanctimonious garbage every day, he can't help the churning in his stomach, can't help that kind of Retching feeling.

Zhang Chengcan gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I am a disciple of Tianmen, and I naturally act in an upright manner, but Meng Xianjue, who has a vicious mind and intentionally harmed his fellow disciples, and, moreover, he is a ghost cultivator. He should not hate ghosts the most if you are so powerful. Xiu is right?"

Cheng Weiwan raised his brows slightly, and asked with interest: "Even if there are scum in Tianmen, why should I hate all ghost cultivators in the world?"

Cheng Weiwan didn't reveal anything on his face, but he had a rough guess in his heart.Whether it is the original work or the present, Zhang Chengcan has calculations.

Meng Xianjue's identity as a ghost cultivator has become the most useful weapon, a sharp weapon that Zhang Chengcan can hold in his hand at any time and seriously hurt Meng Xianjue.

Zhang Chengcan became dumb, with his mouth open and unable to utter a sound, he covered the wound on his shoulder angrily, sat up with difficulty, and there was hatred hidden in his eyes: "If you don't listen to me today, change your name. I will regret it every day!"

Cheng Weiwan really hated Zhang Chengcan's appearance so much, he endured the strong disgust in his heart, and threw a small bottle of wound medicine at Zhang Chengcan.

Meng Xianjue stood quietly by the side until he saw Cheng Weiwan throwing a small bottle of pill to Zhang Chengcan, his face immediately changed, his lips moved slightly, he immediately stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and held Cheng Weiwan tightly.

Cheng Weiwan frowned and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

Meng Xianjue pursed his lips tightly, without saying a word, took a step forward, tugged at Cheng Weiwan's sleeve, and properly exposed the bloodstain on his arm.

Ling Siyao raised her eyebrows and let out a "tsk".

Cheng Weiwan looked at the wound on Meng Xianjue's arm, then at Meng Xianjue's staring eyes, and asked dryly, "Why?"

Meng Xianjue thought about the pitiful appearance of the kitten when it was nestled in Cheng Weiwan's arms just now, his Adam's apple moved slightly, the light in his pupils sank, imitating the pitiful appearance of the kitten, wrinkled his nose, and lowered his nose He raised his voice: "Senior, I'm hurt..."

Cheng Weiwan: "..."

Ling Siyao's head was like a fan spinning at high speed, and instantly turned to Meng Xianjue's side.

Wu Zhong obviously didn't expect that his master would have such a trump card, his eyes were wide open, and the eyeballs were about to come out of their sockets.

Meng Xianjue seemed not used to this appearance at first, he pursed his lips, and his eyes were a little dodgy, but he seemed to be struggling in his heart, and finally he became firm again, looking at Cheng Weiwan without hesitation.

Cheng Weiwan stiffly pulled the sleeve back from Meng Xianjue's hand, subconsciously took half a step back, seemed to feel that something was wrong, thought for a long time, and then said: "Meng Xianjue, I am sick and need to be treated."

Meng Xianjue withdrew his frozen hand, his Adam's apple moved, and was about to speak

But at the moment Cheng Weiwan broke free from Meng Xianjue's pull, suddenly a very corrosive dead air erupted from a deeper place, Cheng Weiwan immediately ignored Meng Xianjue, and met Ling Siyao's eyes, his movements were consistent with They all had the same idea, facing the sudden burst of death energy, they searched for the source.

Today was obviously the night before the night of the full moon, but the deadly anger erupted on a large scale. It was hard not to make people suspect that after escaping from their search, the two female ghosts took advantage of the loophole and came back here.

Cheng Weiwan instantly turned his spiritual power into a sword, and rushed straight to the place where the death energy was the strongest.

Ling Siyao followed closely behind, not forgetting to bind Zhang Chengcan's hands and feet, and led him away from this place.

Meng Xianjue stood on the spot with his eyes downcast, covering the bloodstain with the palm of one hand, spiritual power gradually seeped out from his palm, wrapping around the wound, helping it to heal.

But in just a few breaths, the wound has healed, and even the scars have disappeared.

Meng Xianjue returned to that ruthless appearance again.

Wu Zhong bowed forward: "My lord, what should we do?"

Meng Xianjue turned his head to look in the direction where Cheng Weiwan's figure disappeared: "Follow."

Wu Zhong retreated under the command, and his figure disappeared into the dark wind.

Meng Xianjue's two fingers that had just touched Weiwan hid in his sleeves and rubbed gently, his face darkened, and he also chased Cheng Weiwan away.

With a rough calculation of the extent of this explosion of dead energy, it can be known that all the female ghosts buried deep in the ground must have been awakened on such a scale.

This trip is dangerous and should not be taken lightly.

The more he went forward, the more dead air became stronger, and Cheng Weiwan's breathing gradually became difficult. Ling Siyao bought a purification tool for him and he felt better, but the feeling of tightness in the chest was still there.

Zhang Chengcan was already unconscious, and was carried by Ling Siyao like a broken sack, Cheng Weiwan suddenly wanted to throw Zhang Chengcan here and leave him alone.

All of a sudden, they seemed to have touched a mechanism, the dark cave suddenly became brightly lit, the candle was ignited, and the orange light instantly filled the entire space, suddenly, Cheng Weiwan felt a chill behind him The cold wind, which carried the smell of blood and salt, came overwhelmingly.

Cheng Weiwan was alert and retreated abruptly. Almost at the same moment, a sharp claw pierced the air and hit them with a dark and damp wind.

It's a female ghost.

She moved quickly and seemed to be intelligent, and she was exactly the same as the one outside, becoming very difficult to deal with.

Cheng Weiwan draws his sword and barely fights with the female ghost, by chance, Cheng Weiwan looks up.

With the help of the light, he could only see a dozen or so female ghosts standing still in the depths of the cave.

Cheng Weiwan froze there for a moment.

The female ghosts have ferocious faces and red lips that look like blood. When the light shines on them, there will be a "cluck" sound from the movement of their shoulders and necks.

There is still a way for one female ghost, Cheng Weiwan, but so many...

Ling Siyao suddenly said: "Wanwan, look at them."

Cheng Weiwan supported the crazy one in front of him, struggling to look in the direction Ling Siyao was pointing at.

All I could see was a dark purple spell.

This spell is exactly the same as the one on the back of Meng Xianjue's hand...

Cheng Weiwan's face became ugly in an instant, and Ling Siyao's face turned pale, he murmured: "How is it possible?"

At this moment, when Cheng Weiwan turned around, Ling Siyao suddenly noticed that there was a similar curse mark on the back of Cheng Weiwan's neck...

Ling Siyao opened his mouth, his voice trembling: "Wan Wan, the back of your neck..."

Before Ling Siyao finished speaking, Cheng Weiwan had already seen it...

When he stabbed the female ghost who was rushing from behind him with the horizontal sword, the angle was just right, the timing was just right, and the blade of the sword was as bright as a mirror, clearly reflecting the appearance on the back of his neck.

He saw that on the back of his neck, there was an identical purple complex curse mark.

It was exactly the same as what he saw on the back of Meng Xianjue's hand and on the bodies of those female ghosts.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't listen to anything at the moment, he seemed to be completely confused, he raised his sword and stabbed wildly, every direction where the sword fell was the place where the curse mark was branded on the female ghost's arm or neck.

"Cheng Weiwan, calm down!" Ling Siyao looked at the many female ghosts coming like a sea tide, and then at Cheng Weiwan's apparently extreme fighting state, and suddenly regretted agreeing to Cheng Weiwan's request, here.

Cheng Weiwan panted violently, and there was a huge resentment in his heart. In just a few moments, he had already figured out something.

There are only two possibilities for the source of the purple charms on those female ghosts. One is that the female ghost in the wedding dress at the entrance of the village fell, and the other is that the ghost empress fell.

And there is only one possibility for the source of the spell on him, which was dropped by Meng Xianjue.

It was as if an active volcano erupted in Cheng Weiwan's heart, and the fire of anger burning in his eyes was about to wipe away all his sanity.

What does Meng Xianjue want to do?

Want to refine him into the kind of monster that can only fight like a beast without any sense at all?

Meng Xianjue wanted himself to obey him and become a sharp, obedient knife?

A cherished person, a respected senior—the majestic flame in Cheng Weiwan's heart spread rapidly, turning everything it went to ashes.

His heart was burnt to pieces, and when the prosperity and prosperity in his heart were like a scorched fragment of a picture scroll, Cheng Weiwan calmed down miraculously.

His sword moves became much more methodical, and it also blocked the female ghost's action route just right. Ling Siyao cast a worried glance at him, but immediately followed, cast a blocking spell, and completely wiped out those troubled female ghosts. seal.

Everything is about to settle down.

Suddenly, a soaring wind blew up inside the cave, and the thick black dead air that was about to condense into a solid diffused like a fog, and the intensity was unexpectedly several times higher than before.

Cheng Weiwan looked back in astonishment, only to find that the empress suddenly appeared in their field of vision, her body was like an inflated balloon, she was several times taller than her normal height out of thin air, and she was almost the same size as the original huge golden statue in the temple Taller.

She roared, and the sound wave was wrapped in a powerful ghostly energy, and it exploded towards them like a cannonball.

Cheng Weiwan reacted very quickly, turned his head slightly, and resisted with his horizontal sword, blatantly splitting the gloomy ghostly aura like the sky falling into two halves.

The empress was not afraid of Cheng Weiwan's resistance, she saw that a move was not going to work, she raised her hand, and the palm of her hand was directed towards Cheng Weiwan.

The ghost energy continued to brew in her palm, this move was even more earth-shattering than the previous one, Ling Siyao looked at the dark cloud of ghost energy, and said, "How much has this ghost lady eaten in the past half month?" ..."

The empress did not give him a chance to sigh, and roared and launched an attack. Cheng Weiwan was in a bad mood, Zhengchou had nowhere to vent his anger, sneered, raised his sword, and struck the center core of the cloud of ghostly energy with his sword.

After the strike, he kept stabbing at the ghost lady without stopping.

The Ghost Empress was naturally not to be outdone, she opened her mouth wide, her whole body was about to disappear into a phantom, she could devour Cheng Weiwan completely in the blink of an eye.

Ling Siyao shouted from behind: "Cheng Weiwan, do you want to die?"

Cheng Weiwan's sword was earth-shattering, and the dazzling silver light wanted to dispel and clarify the dark and heavy ghost energy, but it was far from enough.

If Cheng Weiwan is not careful, he will be engulfed by the black mist that permeates everywhere.

In an instant, the world and all things returned to silence.

At the entrance of the cave, a ghostly aura more powerful and majestic than that of the empress burst out. This kind of power carried a submissive coercion, weighing more than a thousand catties, and spreading outward bit by bit.

Cheng Weiwan wiped off the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he knew who was coming without turning his head.

Meng Xianjue.

Holding Zhuwu in one hand, Meng Xianjue walked out of the dark night step by step with extremely steady steps.

He was born with the power to attract people's attention. He readily accepted those attention salutes, stood still in place, opened and closed his lips, and whispered: "Wu Zhong."

In an instant, a gray figure rushed into the black ghost aura of the empress. The ghost aura corroded his flesh and eroded his bones and blood. Wu Zhong remained indifferent, and sent Cheng Weiwan out of the attacking circle of ghost aura, and turned around again. Head against the ghost empress.

Ling Siyao hurried forward, trying to heal his wounds, but was pushed away by Cheng Weiwan. The next moment, Cheng Weiwan vomited a mouthful of blood, but didn't stop for a moment, doing something beyond everyone's expectations.

The corner of Cheng Weiwan's mouth was still overflowing with blood, he frowned coldly, broke through the frozen air, and pointed his sword at Meng Xianjue.

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感谢在2020-11-2920:18:15~2020-11-3019:41:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of salted fish and autumn; 1 bottle of Simeng; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!