Facing the palm that was like an iron palm, the mountain guard felt a chill in his heart. At this time, he could not care less about losing face. He rolled around like a donkey and escaped from the dangerous palm with a gray face.
Having just escaped from the gate of hell, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, there was a roaring sound from behind, which made his ears hurt. Old Man Jiu Feng was chasing after him.
　　咻!
There was a dull bow sound, the ox-horn bow trembled, and a feather arrow quickly shot towards Old Man Jiufeng. Old Man Jiufeng raised his hand to catch the feather arrow.
The feather arrow rolled violently in his palm, rubbing, the flesh and blood of the tiger's mouth were rubbed to a pulp, and a large piece of flesh was cut off, and finally the momentum of the feather arrow was stopped.
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 Old man Jiufeng, who felt no pain at all, squeezed his hand and the arrow, which was still stained with blood, broke into two pieces.
His eyes casually glanced at Mr. Yan who was standing at the back of the team.
"Master Yan, you hold the corpse for me. Brother Ning and I are going to do something to get rid of this corpse once and for all! But I need some time to prepare!" The disgraced mountain guard who had temporarily escaped the disaster shouted to Master Yan.
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 Old man Jiufeng and Master Yan looked at the mountain guard who made the sound at the same time.
 Suddenly.
 The two of them moved at the same time.
 Carry out a frontal killing spree.
　　Boom!
The two of them used their palms as knives and collided directly, making a loud noise, as if two iron ingots were colliding, and even the ground sank, leaving two pairs of footprints in the earth.
This Mr. Yan, who came from the ranks of the military generals, is actually a good practitioner of hard Qigong. He has practiced it to the point where he has the courage to fight a vicious corpse head-on.
The blood on his body was burning like a torch, and Xiao Xiao's evil spirit could not get close to him.
The fighting speed between the two was very fast. In just a short moment, they fought with fists and kicks for dozens of rounds. This was a head-to-head collision between flesh and body. The terrifying force caused the air to explode, and circles of energy like ripples came towards them.
There was turmoil all around.
Even the ground could not withstand the bombardment of a vicious corpse and a hard Qigong master. The ground was full of craters, as if it had been blasted by artillery fire.
　　Boom!
　　Boom!
 The two figures collided quickly, and flew backwards faster than when they came in.
The body kept crashing through several buildings before finally coming to a stop.
　　Bang!
The ruins exploded, and several huge pieces of earth and rocks fell in all directions, making several large holes in the nearby morgue. Old Man Jiufeng jumped up from the ruins.
At this time, the old man Jiufeng looked a little miserable. His left arm was broken, the flesh and blood on the right side of his face was wiped away with a palm, revealing bloody bones, and there was a penetrating punch wound on his chest.
 But there was not much blood coming out of the wound.
Old Man Jiufeng has no sense of pain, and these fatal injuries are just minor injuries to him. Under his desperate strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries, the one who suffers the most is Master Yan.
　　Bang!
 That Mr. Yan kicked open the earth wall that was pressing on him.
The clothes on his body were torn into strips. He thought these torn clothes were in the way, so he tore them off, revealing a body of strong muscles and a piece of close-fitting soft armor. There were two deep bloody claws on the heart of the close-fitting soft armor.
print.
 Nearly tore through the soft armor's protection and scratched his heart.
"We martial arts practitioners are as masculine as a furnace. You ghost corpses don't even dare to come within ten steps of me. Why is this vicious corpse you possess not afraid of my masculinity?" Master Yan looked down.
He glanced at the heart where the opponent's sharp nails almost pierced his soft armor, raised his head again, and looked at Old Man Jiu Feng with a slightly furrowed brow.
 Old man Jiufeng didn't answer. He expressionlessly pressed back the sharp broken bone that pierced the flesh without any pain, and forcibly reconnected the broken left arm bone.
 Seeing the ferocious appearance of old man Jiufeng, even the well-informed Master Yan unconsciously raised his eyebrows.
 The other party is a dead person.
  Not afraid of pain and injury at all.
 But he is different.
 He is a living person.
 Have their own scruples.
 In terms of the desperate fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries, his momentum is lower than others.
Master Yan did not act rashly. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Old Man Jiufeng. He was deliberately stalling for time and secretly preparing a trump card. At the same time, he was also trying to buy time for the mountain guardian and Feng Shui master to open the altar.
After Old Man Jiufeng forcibly reattached his severed arm, he did not glance at Master Yan, nor at the busy mountain guards and Feng Shui masters. He raised his head and glanced at the night, and actually did not pursue Master Yan in pursuit of victory, but simply
His figure turned around and left directly.
This unexpected scene shocked everyone on Master Yan's side, who was waiting in full swing.
 They thought there would be a life-and-death battle tonight.
 Many people are going to die tonight, probably more than half of them.
Who would have thought that they would be let go just like this, despite the fact that they were demonic corpses that were ten feet tall?
Master Yan also imitated Old Man Jiufeng, raised his head and glanced at the night, and said with a gloomy expression: "The days are long and the nights are short in the Western Region. After so many twists and turns, it will be dawn in less than an hour. He is anxious to return to his shell.
Afraid of being killed by heaven and earth."
"Then...Master Yan, do we still need to continue the practice of opening an altar?" the Feng Shui master hesitated and said.
Master Yan said without hesitation: "There are also Mr. Lao Shoushan and Mr. Ning who continue to open the altar to prevent the possessed corpse from coming back and making a sneak attack while we relax."
 The wind and sand in the desert were a bit strong at night, which delayed the opening of the altar for a long time.
The mountain guard slaughtered a camel alive on the spot. After collecting the camel's blood in a bucket, he took the warm blood that had not cooled down and a broom and began to draw a huge, scarlet talisman on the ground.
 It was a cold night in the desert, and the warm camel blood solidified quickly. Just as he finished drawing the huge spell, the blood on the ground had solidified and turned into black blood.
The original red talisman has turned into a black talisman with gusts of sinister wind. The terrifying Yin Qi is constantly overflowing from the black talisman, and the faint sounds of hundreds of ghosts struggling and howling hungry can be heard.
After drawing the black talisman, he found two wooden nails. Iron nails could not be found in the desert, so he had to use wooden pegs instead. He drove the two wooden pegs deeply into the black talisman drawn on the ground.
　　 Old Man Jiu Feng suddenly left and when Master Yan returned, the Mountain Keeper and the Feng Shui Master had just reached this point in opening the altar, with half of it still unfinished.
"Although I still don't understand why a dead man is not afraid of corpse ropes and corpse-suppressing talismans, but since the Zhiyang magic weapon can't deal with him, I will switch to the Yin talisman with deep resentment. Don't worry, Mr. Yan, with this corpse-nurturing talisman
, whether he is a ghost or a corpse, I can bring you back!"
While the mountain guard was talking, he took out two red ropes and tied them to two wooden pegs driven into the black talisman. He led the other end to the altar and asked someone to help him hold it first.
 Just when he was preparing for the next step, suddenly!
 Boom!
 Under the night sky, there was a sudden loud noise.
“What’s going on? Where is the sound coming from?”
“It sounds like a house collapsing?”
 Everyone was stunned by this sudden sound.
 But before they could recover from their shock.
 Boom!
 Boom!
Under the pitch-black night, there was a series of overwhelming loud noises, but the environment in the desert was too dark and nothing could be seen.
 But things are far from that simple.
 What happened next shocked everyone present.
There was a light of fire in the sky, and the Laughing Corpse Village was on fire. There were several ignition points. The wind helped the fire. Together, the fire became bigger and bigger.
Until, the sharp voices of the veterans of Laughing Corpse Village completely tore everything apart: "The morgue collapsed! The morgue is on fire! The morgue is on fire! Come and put out the fire!"
The fire was burning, and the sound of a house collapsing continued. Master Yan jumped to a nearby high place. Not long after, he returned to the place with gritted teeth: "It's the one who possessed Mr. Jiu Feng's body.
To be continued...