The temptation of the wizard

At this time, Ji Zhihui, Xia Tai, Shengtu and others were all heading westward, but Tong Xiaoshan landed next to Zhu Yuntai, making a lunge as a warning.

I didn't see the tree demon, I expected to chase the hell tower.

Sitting on the cloud platform, he took out a can of ointment from his back box and lifted the red skirt to his knees. Sure enough, the left knee was cracked like a spider web, and the surrounding area was also red and swollen.

He put the ointment on his knee and listened to the zombie coughing up blood and laughing: "I wish Yuntai, you will regret it, you will regret it, hahahaha..."

Yuntai put away the ointment, limply walked to him, and calmly said, "Where was the old ghost by the Taiping River that day? Who was he?"

The zombie just laughed, smiled with blood and tears in his eyes, his voice diminished, and then started crying. It took a long time to say: "If you want to kill, you have to do whatever you want, I have nothing to say."

Yuntai's eyelashes trembled, and it was much harder to torture a person seeking death than a person seeking survival, so he had to step back and ask, "Who are you?"

"I...I am...no, no!" The zombie suddenly looked frantic, struggling to turn over, a face of fangs squeezed into the ground, trying to find a crack in the ground, and whimpered: "I No, I am not Linghu Baoyu, I am not... I am a zombie, I am a monster, I am not Linghu Baoyu..."

Zhu Yuntai didn't expect him to have this reaction, but it was even more difficult to torture.

But the question has just been answered-Linghu Baoyu.

Yuntai had seen this name several times during his tenure at Taichang Temple. Linghu Baoyu's identity should be the cousin of Linghu's eighth day. He must have been a well-known young talent back then, but he was mentioned in Taichang Temple. The information is scarce, and it must have been destroyed.

Yuntai saw in a volume of anecdotes about the great ancestors that the emperor of Great Xia Gaozu went to participate in the ceremony of Linghu Baoyu, and praised him for his "beautiful temperament as orchids and talents than immortals."

The man of the Daxia Dynasty was 16 years old and crowned. Linghu Baoyu was praised by the emperor's "temperament as beautiful as orchids and talented than immortals" when he was 16 years old. Now he has turned into this monster appearance. No wonder he fears himself so much.

Yuntai couldn't help sighing slightly, and thought, "What did the Linghu family do?"

Suddenly he heard that the zombie cried intermittently: "Kill me, kill me, I don't want to be a monster... Aye, you can spare your grandson, and grandson don't be a monster..."

The witch frowned, took out a bottle of Purple Fire Pill from her back box, crushed a pill and sprinkled it on the zombie's back, and he burned, but when he didn't expect it, she poured the entire bottle of Purple Fire Pill into the flames.

The zombie didn't struggle, just turned over, and suddenly laughed, and he heard his sing-and-singing words from the fire: "Zhan Biqiao, green bamboo . There are gangsters, like learning, like learning, like thinking, like grinding. , Se Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi Xi. There are bandits gentleman, can not be scorned. Looking at Biqiao, green bamboo and green. There are bandit gentlemen, with ears and beautiful ears, who will be like stars..."

The fire was raging, and the singing in the fire became calmer and calmer, like a trickle. Suddenly a chuckle came out from the chant, and there stood up in the fire a beautiful young man who was as pure as jade. The witch said: "Actually, I saw you from afar when you prayed for rain in Hanoi. At that time, I thought, when I want to die, I must die on your hands."

"You are what I once dreamed of."

The witch was speechless, Linghu Baoyu's soul body slowly dissipated, and a soothing and clear voice was heard.

"If Linghu Mietian still has fetters in the world, then it is Linghuyan, she may be the most dangerous person."

The lingering sound drifted away, and pieces of ashes went away with the wind.

Zhu Yuntai pinched the cards to retrieve the cards used in the nearby array, and said to Tong Xiaoshan: "Being me?"

Xiaoshan nodded and turned his back. Teacher Zhu was not welcome, and pressed his chest against the student's back.

Xiaoshan Guiwei's hand just caught the teacher's popliteal, and he leaped westward, not much slower than Zhu Yuntai's own running, but rather relaxed.

Paying a knee to kill the zombie, Yuntai felt it was worth it, and the information it received was not too small. From the nightmare words of "Aye" and "Grandson" by Linghu Baoyu, it can be judged that it should be his grandfather. Linghu Wengong turned him into a zombie.

Most likely it was the old black robe ghost.

The maiden was suddenly annoyed again, and she thought, "What's the matter with Linghu's family? Without these troubles, the time saved would be enough for me to make several hell towers!"

But it was limited to complaining. After all, the Hell Tower was entrusted by the mother-in-law, and she couldn't give up unless she had to, and the mystery of the extinction in the Eighth Ye really made Yuntai curious.

"Vulture descends, witch blood stains the sky, and the holy path restarts. Yin and Yang alternate, and hope is also despair, and the world does not exist.

"What kind of human appearance does Yue Qingqing refer to? The witch holds different opinions. What does she expect me to do?" Yuntai gave up distracting thoughts and concentrated on regaining his true energy.

Zhu Yuntai did not set any tracking spells on the hell tower. The long-distance tracking spells were actually far more complicated than those outsiders such as Xiatai imagined. The Yuntai originally planned to search for the hell towers by controlling the seal.

The Hell Tower at this time is naturally far beyond the control range, but Tong Xiaoshan is worthy of being a mountain boy. He is very familiar with things in the mountains and forests, and he can't hide a little bit of strange traces from him.

Half an hour later, the sky spit white, I wish Yuntai and Tong Xiaoshan will catch up with Ji Zhihui and others.

What he saw before him made Zhu Yuntai quite surprised. The Hell Tower was in Ji Zhihui's hands, and only Xia Tai looked at it. The tree demon still looked upright, but Sheng Tu looked solemnly at one person and one ghost.

It was a man with a thick beard, about half a hundred years old, his clothes were colorful, his hair was braided, his skin was dark and rough, he was holding a wolf-head crutch in his hand, and the ghosts around him were very hazy. , I saw dressed in red.

That is the shaman of Beiman.

Chapter 200

Zhu Yuntai's arrival attracted everyone's attention, and the tense confrontation atmosphere was slightly relaxed.

After standing firmly, he adjusted his clothes, his eyes also swept over everyone, and finally fell on Ji Zhihui.

Strictly speaking, it fell on the Tower of Hell.

The forest was quiet, and everyone heard the ghosts in the tower yelling: "Ah, it's finally over. It seems that there is one less opponent in this seat. Life is really lonely as snow!"

Everyone had different expressions, but seeing Zhu Yuntai's right hand move, the Hell Tower was about to fly away, Ji Zhihui shouted: "Don't think about it..." Then the ten-finger Jie Yin wanted to control the Hell Tower.

I wish the Yuntai to seal at the same time, with both hands tied outside, the two middle fingers closed vertically, the upper section of the finger bent like a sword, and the two thumbs clasped together, the hell tower's "hum" shook away Ji Zhihui's spiritual power.

"How is it possible?" Ji Zhihui's eyes changed drastically, and he took two steps back in amazement.

Jingling bell... Hell Tower slowly fell on Zhu Yuntai's palm, everyone was surprised.

Although Sheng Tu had long known that Ji Zhihui was better than Zhu Yuntai, she did not expect that she would be defeated so thoroughly-just with a handprint.

The Hell Tower was Yue Qingqing's Hell Tower two years ago, but it is not necessarily anymore. Even if Yue Qingqing is reborn, he may not be able to snatch it from Zhu Yuntai.

With the Hell Tower in hand, Yuntai immediately felt Xia Tai's hot gaze, glanced at him, and said coldly, "Xia Tai, do you want to die?"

"You..." Xia Tai was extremely angry, but suddenly recalled the witch's methods. Yasha died in the hands of "her" ghost servant and dryad, and Fahai was unloaded by "her". Most of the giant zombies Also died in the hands of "her", that is to say, two supreme powerhouses comparable to the transformation of the gods died in the hands of "her" overnight, is Xia Tai the opponent of "her"?

Not!

Huashen Zhizun is not "she"'s opponent, and "she" obviously has absolute control over the Hell Tower.

How to grab it?

Suddenly, Ji Zhihuili shouted: "It turns out that you can take back the Hell Tower long ago. No, it is simply the bait you released deliberately!"

Everyone awakened after hearing this, and it really is!The eyes looking at Zhu Yuntai were all surprised.

How confident is this?

However, "she" has really achieved the strategic goal, and it seems that she has to go home.

Yuntai's gaze swept across Xia Tai, Ji Zhihui, and Sheng Tu, and calmly said: "This time I can be regarded as leading you into the game, and I will not care about you. If there is another time, I will not forgive."

Xia Tai's face flushed, Ji Zhihui trembled, and Sheng Tu gasped.

mad!