Daoist has facial paralysis

The ghost messengers did not chase him down, the dragon corpse covered his mouth and nose, looked at the blood in front of him, and there were countless hands pulling him... It would be strange if a ghost would chase him down!It's over, it's better to be arrested, this time I'm really going to die young.

Something broke through Li Gui's obstruction, grabbed his collar... and pulled it down violently.

"Cough cough cough..." The dragon corpse felt that he had been dragged for three or four meters all the way, and suddenly escaped from the pool of blood, and hit the hard ground with his body empty. "Where is this?" I can't see it either... But according to common sense, he should be under the River of Forgetfulness, and here you can even hear the howling of evil spirits coming down from the top of his head... But, why is it empty under the River of Forgetfulness?Why didn't those evil spirits come down?

"Boom..." Someone landed on his side, and the dragon corpse asked tentatively, "Zhou Yibei?"

"Where is this?" Daoist Zhou stood up and asked the darkness with the same confusion as the dragon corpse.

The dragon corpse suddenly felt something pulling his leg, and it was cold to the touch, "Don't pull my leg..."

"Me?" Zhou Yibei frowned, pinched a torch in his hand, and a ball of will-o'-the-wisp floated up, illuminating his face.

The dragon corpse stared at him for a moment... the thing on his leg was still pulling him, and after he lowered his head stiffly, he saw a light red sticky object resembling a tentacle, "Oh my! What is this?"

He swung his legs twice, but instead of shaking off the tentacles, his ankles were entangled instead. Zhou Yibei squatted down, and the will-o'-the-wisps approached, and the tentacles suddenly pounced on the light, "Huh?"

The will-o'-the-wisp was extinguished, and the dragon corpse stood there in a daze. He only heard a burst of chaotic voices, and after it quieted down, only the wailing and crying of the evil spirits above his head remained. He tentatively called a few times, "Zhou Yibei?"

No one answered him...he seems to be the only one left here.

"Oops..." Long Shi's heart felt cold, and he exclaimed.

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The surroundings are still in the deep darkness, and in the excess silence, the sound of the heartbeat can be heard clearly.

Zhou Yibei opened his eyes and felt stabbing pains in his arms and neck. Lying on the cold and wet ground, he panted quietly for a while, when a creepy sound suddenly appeared beside his ears, as if someone was sticking on the He swallowed sticky saliva in his ears.

"Who?" Zhou Yibei endured the pain in his arm and propped himself up to sit up. He remembered being wrapped around his hands and neck by tentacles. What happened afterwards?He rubbed his head, as if he had been strangled, "Is anyone there?"

Where did that dragon corpse go?Falling into a moment of silence again, the sound of swallowing approached his ears.

More than a dozen cloudy ghost flames were thrown from his palm to the surroundings, and the surroundings lit up. This place is huge... It couldn't illuminate the boundary, and the ground under his hand seemed to move. He lowered his head and found that the place where he was sitting was a A large piece of wet and cool meat, surrounded by sticky liquid... It looks like the stomach of something?

Am I swallowed by something?Are there ghost-eating beasts under Wangchuan?

He glanced at his arm, and it was strangled with streaks of bruises and blood.

Zhou Xiaodao frowned, and an evil ghost suddenly screamed and fell from above, smashing into the surrounding liquid pool.

Yellow, yellow and green stomach juice splashed to Zhou Yibei's feet, and tentacles popped out of the liquid pool, grabbed the evil spirit and dragged it down. It gets dark again.

Zhou Yibei threw out another pile of will-o’-the-wisps to illuminate himself from a distance. He saw another taller meat mound and jumped over it. Supporting his body, he hit the meat mound hard, and a mighty growl resounded, shaking the whole space three times...

Sure enough, it was in someone else's stomach...

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Here the dragon corpse has turned into a half-dragon state, fighting with a mouthful of good teeth to create a bloody path, breaking through many evil spirits, and struggling to crawl out of the river of forgetfulness, covered in blood, plus his mouthful of dragon teeth, He looked more evil than a ghost. The ghost guard who maintained the order of the team saw his eyes widen, and immediately called his friends to come over and watch, "Damn it! Brothers, come here quickly, there is a climber here!" !!"

The dragon corpse wiped away the blood all over his face, and saw a few ferocious ghosts rushing over, looking like they were going to kick him down again, and closed his eyes wanting to cry, why the hell is this so? Is life miserable?

The footsteps of the ghost messengers were getting closer and closer, and when the dragon corpse could feel the wind from the other party's feet flying towards him, the ghost messenger suddenly stopped and enthusiastically called out a name he was very familiar with, " Master Dong!?"

The dragon corpse opened his eyes and saw the tall and straight figure walking over. He burst into tears with joy, and almost rushed over to hug his thigh, but the other party's words made him realize that the situation was not TM better at all, "Why are you here? Yi Bei Woolen cloth?"

"Uncle Dong, this...do you know each other?" The ghost guard glanced back and forth between the two, Dongxinan glanced at them, "go about your business, this dragon is mine."

The ghosts almost nodded and bowed a few times, "Then we won't bother you, Mr. Dong, you are busy, so you must call us if you need something... Hehehe..."

Watching the ghost messenger walk away, Long Shi smiled at the Southwest Taoist priest embarrassingly, "Hehehe..."

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"He wants the ancient book of cloud Gu?" Dongxinan frowned when he heard Longshi's explanation.

"I told him that it was very dangerous, but he didn't listen, and was ripped away by something as soon as he went... Can't blame me?" Dragon Corpse sat on the bank and muttered.

"Stay here honestly, I'll go find him," Daoist Southwest looked at the blood-stained Wangchuan River, without blinking his eyes, and poured into it expressionlessly. The evil spirits didn't know what they were afraid of. Shengsheng squeezed each other to spread out a path for him, leading to under the River of Forgetfulness.

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Zhou Yibei was lying in the stomach of the alien beast, covered in blood and gastric juices, his clothes became tattered, dirty and smelly, making it difficult for people to get close to him, but no one here would get close to him.

He was holding a bloody garment that did not belong to him, and his eyes were full of longing, no wonder no one had found it for so long, the ancient cloud Gu book was actually swallowed by the strange beast under Wangchuan, Zhou Yibei Holding on to the bloody coat tightly, he couldn't use any strength on his body. The gastric juice seemed to have a calming effect on the soul body. After being thrown into it a few times, he became very dizzy...just want to sleep well...in the dream Will you see Master Uncle?There was a hint of a smile on Zhou Xiaodao's paralyzed face, and his eyes, which were about to be sleepy, vaguely saw the tall and slender figure of the man... as if he was already dreaming...