Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

"call……"

The deep roar caused the howling wind in the entire treasure house.

The figure stood there blankly, the black mist behind it fluttering non-stop in the wind, seeming to faintly outline countless struggling evil spirits.

Under the long hair is a face covered with lime texture, which has been dried like a stubborn stone.

There seemed to be tears of blood pouring out of the scarlet eyes staring at the tomb.

When strands of memories flashed across the eyeballs, the aura of the figure was still growing.

Outside the treasure house, the blood moon in the sky had already spread out at this moment, floating in the air like a ball of light.

The viscous blood in the ball of light faintly reflected a pair of eyes, which were locking on the ground under their feet.

Among the mountains, figures fled in panic.

If you look closely, there are seventeen or eighteen people, and the leader is the white-haired brother.

The white-haired brother was short of breath and limped.

His cloudy eyes were full of old age, and his figure was no longer tall and straight, but behind that twilight was a permeating ferocity.

Behind them, a group of young fighters, all in their 30s, are young and strong.

But at this time, everyone was panicked with fear, and looked back from time to time.

In that deep darkness.

Night Breeze howled, roaring as if a ghost was chasing him.

"I'm coming!"

A soldier fell to the ground, his legs trembling, and his face was completely deformed by panic.

"Pfft!"

A black shadow flashed past, and blood spurted into the air.

The soldier fell to the ground, his legs were still trembling, but his neck... was gone.

The rest of the soldiers didn't have time to turn around.

The black shadow is as fast as lightning, almost merging with the night sky, but every time it flashes, life is passing.

More than a dozen fighters, some flew high, and turned into two halves in mid-air.

He fell to the ground, and before he raised his head, he was out of breath.

The white-haired brother turned his head in panic, and saw a soldier running over.

"Damn Xipi, you are afraid of an egg!" The white-haired brother roared angrily.

The soldier's face was full of panic, his mouth was trembling rapidly, and he rushed forward as if he wanted to say the word "run".

But the words have not yet been spoken.

"Pfft..."

The white-haired brother stared at the soldier, but he didn't see clearly, something seemed to fly over, and his eyelids couldn't help but close automatically.

The moment he closed his eyes, a wave of warmth swept through his body, and the muddy feeling poured from head to toe.

The white-haired elder brother tremblingly raised his hand to wipe his face, and opened his eyes to look.

A black shadow stood in front of him, very close at hand.

At Hei Ying's feet, the soldier was completely torn into a mass of rotten flesh, scattered on both sides.

The wafting black mist was gloomy and cold, that face had no facial features, only two deep eye sockets.

Looking at the black shadow in front of him, the white-haired brother seemed to have returned to decades ago in an instant.

When the tomb was opened, it was these ghost things that rushed out.

"It's you again!"

Panting, the white-haired brother raised the gun and pulled the trigger forcefully.

But the bullets hit Soi Ying's body, except for the dull sound, they had no effect at all.

Until the pistol fired the firing pin, the white-haired brother froze and looked up at the black shadow for a moment.

"It was that guy who beat you back back then, I understand, now you still need that guy to be useful, right?"

The white-haired brother tossed off his clothes and raised his head to the night sky.

"Aren't you going to come out, okay, I'll let you out now, and now I'll let you out the fuck!"

The white-haired brother knelt on the ground on one knee, his eyes narrowed into a line, and madness burst out of them.

He pulled out the saber from his boot, plunged it into his chest, and then slashed down hard.

"Come on, come out!"

The white-haired elder brother yelled at the night sky with bruised veins on his neck.

"Crash..."

Blood flowed directly from his chest along with some yellow and green things.

……

Everywhere in the mountains.

The three armored spirits who followed were chasing and killing everyone.

Under a tree, the third child fell on the tree, his limbs were twisted at a twisted angle.

Especially ten fingers, completely exploded.

The strange thing is that the wound is surprisingly empty, as if something has come out of the finger.

The third child's eyes were bulging, his mouth was opened wide, and his eyes that had lost their aura were staring straight at the night sky.

Not far away, there was a person sitting on the ground blankly.

This person is Lao Jiu.

Lao Jiu was lying on the ground, his wrinkled face stretched out, looking terribly dull.

"Dead, all dead!"

Lao Jiu muttered indistinctly.

I don't know what I saw suddenly, Lao Jiu scrambled on the ground with both hands, and scratched everything in front of him.

"Eat you, eat you, you'll be fine, eat you!"

Lao Jiu's expression was dull, his eyes staring straight at the mountains of dirt in front of him.

Suddenly Lao Jiu got up, grabbed grass roots and soil, and stuffed them into his mouth.

It was stuffed into the mouth abruptly and poured directly into the depths of the throat.

The Adam's apple was stretched huge instantly, and the saliva that was regurgitated was already stained with blood.

But as if he didn't feel anything, he kept reaching out with one hand to grab anything, and pulled back anything.

The other hand grabbed something and desperately stuffed it into his stomach.

In a few minutes.

Lao Jiu's eyes were already protruding, and bloodshot eyes exploded in the eyeballs, as if he had an extra pair of blood eyes.

Her throat was stuffed to the brim, and her stomach was swollen like a ball, as if it was about to stretch the clothes on her body.

But the old nine was still grabbing something and stuffing it into his mouth dully.

Similar scenes also happened in different places. This night, the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Deep in the mountains.

Zhou Yun carried his Taoist robe and walked in the deep mountains step by step.

There is a sense of innocence in the movements, but upon closer inspection, it seems to be fused with the sky and the earth.

"Still getting stronger?"

Zhou Yun's eyes seemed to span a long distance, and he saw the figure in the treasure house.

The fusion of the dragon of luck and the dragon corpse played a role that completely exceeded Zhou Yun's expectations.

A trace of excitement flashed across Zhou Yun's eyes, his feet accelerated slightly, and he appeared one or two meters away, walking towards the treasure house step by step.

Soon, a halfway up the mountain.

This is where Ren Tingting brought them last time.

Zhou Yun walked into the cave with his Taoist robe.

Countless turbid air in the cave floated in the air, looking eerie.

This is the earth energy that was originally sealed in the treasure house, and it was forced out by the evil spirit of the dragon corpse.

Zhou Yun continued to walk forward, and the turbid air in front of him parted a path, revealing the mountain wall in front of him.

Before coming to the mountain wall, Zhou Yun gently raised his hand to touch the sky.

The entire mountain wall exploded, revealing the gate of the treasure house behind it.

"boom!"

A deep evil spirit swept over, blowing the Taoist robe on Zhou Yun's body to make a whistling sound.

At the same time, the door to the treasure house in front opened automatically little by little.

Looking ahead, Zhou Yun looked calm.

Although he already knew what was inside the door, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes at this moment.

After the two doors are fully opened.

"Wow!" There was a neighing sound, like a dragon roaring in the wild.

Billowing black mist rushed out from the gate, and the thick black mist rolled.

A pitch-black monster rushed out violently, with its two claws clasped on the door, it directly crushed the heavy door.

One train.

The black dragon's claws were clasped on the mountain wall, and its winding body carried a rotten coldness and a dignity that could not be washed away by death.

Slowly lower your head.

As if with eyes that the world hates, he is looking down on the tiny Zhou Yun.