"If you can do it, just continue running. Let's see how I will play with you!" The short man cursed constantly, but he used the Guangyou painting wall.

For the Throat-Captain Ghost, the Light-Captain Wall is a prison wall that it dared not touch at all. As the short man two or three Light-Captain Ghost blocked the Throat-Captain Ghost, this guy was doomed.

Yu Qingsu, who was full of resentment, threw a thunder into the uncapped light wall cage without saying a word, and hit the Throat-Crossing Ghost without saying a word.

The ghost with a weak body in the throat corner is probably not as good as a corpse. If this lightning strikes, its body will collapse seriously, leaving half of its life there, and there is no chance to escape if it wants to escape.

"I'll save it!" The short man threw a powerful shine inside without saying a word!

If you should not waste it, don't waste it. It is obvious that if the light-based magic goes down directly, it will take its life.

The milky white light ball scattered sharp white lights. These white lights were sharp swords that penetrated the intestines and quickly penetrated its shadow body into countless light holes.

The Throat-Crossing Ghost was unable to last for a few seconds, and his body turned into many black shadow fragments. In the end, only a black ghost tent fell on the ground, proving that the ghost was attached to it to make trouble.

When the short man saw the ghost tent, his eyes suddenly shone and shined. However, he was a very smart person. He didn't show it very clearly and just pretended to be casual. He picked up the ghost tent and said in a nagging voice: "It's just such a fig leaf. I really don't know what it is for. I might buy it if I pick it up."

While talking, the short man had quickly stuffed the ghost tent into his own pocket.

Unfortunately, a generous big hand grabbed his thin wrist, and the cross-scar man smiled at him, revealing his yellow teeth with his mouth full of smoke guns.

"Brother, this thing is very valuable. Since you know a very deceitful creature like the Throat Corner Ghost, how could you not know that this guy is actually of a very high value?" said the cross-scar man.

The short man's face suddenly fell down.

This thick and big man version of Langke Jianxin almost died just now, and she was still thinking about this good thing. Not to mention anything else, if he could get the tent tonight, his short man would make a big profit!

"Hehe, look at what you said, I'm not very clear about it. Otherwise, I can find a way to buy a high price for this thing, and it belongs to me. I'll give you something else to share the spoils?" the short man said with a smile.

"It depends on what you give me. Each of us three people is one serving." Yu Qingsu is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp.

"1 piece of spirit seed fragment?"

"Do you think I'm stupid? Take things, bring things..." The cross-scar man said angrily.

"I have got it, 5 million, and I will give you 5 million. You can sell this thing at most 20 million. The average share is 5 million for each of you, and you will not lose at all!" said the short man.

“It’s almost the same.”

The short man was also frustrated. I had known that I would not save this guy just now, so it would be a little less good things to be distributed to four people.

The short man also kept his word and immediately took out some spiritual seed fragments with relatively stable market value, and the magic stones came to make up the money.

"I'll give you this slave-level spirit, even 5 million." The short man handed Mo Fan a spirit.

Mo Fan was stunned for a moment. How did this guy know that he needed energy?

In the past, Mo Fan would never use this spirit that can be exchanged for money to strengthen the star. Seeing that 49 of them were about to be perfect, he decisively took over the spirit and strengthened it on the spot.

This will turn into 10 pieces. There are still 10 pieces left, and you can use the fourth level of fierce fist by yourself!

When you go out, you should pay more attention to collecting the remaining souls of slave-level undead. Those undead are dead in pieces, and the speed of gathering the remaining souls is very fast...

...

After dividing the things, everyone quickly got out of the tomb.

It would be fine if I didn't walk out of the cemetery, but everyone was shocked when they left the cemetery.

There was a large area of ​​black corrupt corpses. When they were cleaning up the two cunning corpses, the ghost generals, they had already surrounded this area. The scene of the faces, bodies and limbs in their sight was really breathless.

"Go away, go!!" The short man saw that something was wrong, so he didn't dare to secretly rejoice in the ghost tent.

"Little Yan Ji, open the way!" Mo Fan did not dare to neglect and immediately directed Xiao Yan Ji.

Little Yan Jifei was three meters or four meters high, and her cheeks were bulging, and suddenly shed a hot flame in front of her.

The flames were like rivers pouring down from the sky, rolling and impacting, forming a surging bright red flame carpet. The slave-level undead in the flame carpet area was either burned out of recognition or rolling to escape to other places. The power of the heavenly tribulation flame is more domineering than Meiyan. Moreover, Xiao Yanji was in her childhood, and her heavenly tribulation flames were not fully utilized!

"Niu X, your contract beast is comparable to four or five intermediate-level fire mages." The short man gave Mo Fan a thumbs up.

"Don't just stop fucking. Use your light to blind the eyes of the rotten corpses behind them. They run very fast!" Mo Fan cursed.

The flames open the way, and Mo Fan and Yu Qingsu are both thunder mages, so the thunder seal can paralyze the dead as soon as it is released.

Of course, only Mo Fan's thunder seal is paralyzed to the group effect. The fourth-level thunder seal is much stronger than Yu Qingsu's thunder seal, making it impossible for those undead who can often stack arhats to get close to you.

"I saw it, the team is right in front!" the cross-scar man shouted.

The ice lock was in his hand, and the cross-scar man held one hand in each hand and swung it hard to the side. The ice lock immediately slapped the rotten corpses, killing these rotten corpses overturned!

It was already one kilometer away from them to the main force. The four of them did not dare to be stingy with their magic utensils at this time. They were galloping towards the main force on the black gravel ground, drawing star tracks and star maps while running.

A magic vine on this side bound the legs of the two rotten corpses. The four of them didn't bother to pay attention to the two rotten corpses whose hands were scrambling to grab their bodies but could not move forward, and quickly passed through them.

On the other side, a short man exploded on the side, and the strong light made the four or five undead dare not approach half a minute, covering their eyes tightly. When the light dimmed, after the undead regained their vision, the four people had already run a hundred meters long and were surrounded by another group of corpses!

"I'll do it, Fengpan-Tianluo!!" The cross-scar man was also very domineering, and raised his hands to control the airflow around him.

The airflow rotates at high speed with the crowd as the center, and from the beginning a gust of wind gradually turns into a Tianluo Feng Wall that is enough to mess up everything!
Chapter completed!