: 2785 Living dead heap (2)

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Mu Yan: "How? Is there a problem with the surname?"
Wen Huanglang shook his head again and again. "No, no, I am just... girl, can you tell me who your parents are?"
Mu Yan slightly squinted and looked at Wen Huanglang.
She intuitively believes that this person should have something to do with the clues she is looking for about her parents.
However, before she asked, she was suddenly screamed by the corpse that she had dragged her hands and dragged her hands. The whole person violently trembled.
Mu Yan's wrist turned over and the Tianmo Qin appeared in the palm of his hand.
[Drawing the ground for the prison] Launch!
An invisible barrier covers the living corpse of the claws.
But because she used the spiritual power, the living corpses in the entire mountain were all squatting, and the hands and feet were used to climb over here.
"Damn!" Wen Xiaolang snorted. "Are you crazy? I am not telling you that you can't use spiritual power?"
Mu Yan did not pay attention to him, but quickly plucked the strings.
The control range of [painting the ground for prison] is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, hundreds of living bodies in this mountain are covered.
Mu Yan's figure is suspended in the air, the fingers are light and slow, and the tone is changed.
The celestial piano emits a faint glow that illuminates the entire mountain.
Wen Huang Lang looked up at this scene with a dull look, and there was an incredible embarrassment.
The next moment, he slammed his eyes.
I saw the and rancid nature of hell, but the girl was white and snowy.
Subsequently, the figure of the Guqin slowly split into two, relatively standing, the same movement, but can play a completely different tunes.
[Phantom] is launched!
On the left side, "Mu Yan" continued to maintain the [painting ground for the prison], while the "Mu Yan" on the right side turned the tune and changed to "skilled yellow".
The silky silver energy line overflowed from the right-handed celestial piano and shot at the living corpse that grabbed Muyan for help.
At the same time, launching three kinds of theatrician skills is also a huge burden for Mu Yan.
The fine sweat oozes from her forehead, and the sweaty hair sticks to her face, but she has no spare time to play with her.
The launch of the triple skill lasted for half an hour.
And Wen Huanglang was so blind, and looked incredibly as a skinny, a living corpse that had never been a ghost or a ghost, slowly filling the flesh and blood of the body, slowly recovering a trace of spiritual power, slowly that only The perfect one-eyed exudes a life machine.
"I... I am saved?"
"Live corpse" desperately touched his face, stepping on the ground with his feet, feeling the feeling of re-standing and reborn.
Tears finally couldn’t help but rushed out.
He survived, he really survived?
He... How can he survive?
The "living body" suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl in the void, as if watching the gods descending from the sky.
He barely had the previous consciousness, but he instinctively remembered that he didn't want to die, so he seized something and tried desperately for help.
He couldn't even believe in himself. He was sent to the uncleanness, and he had become a living corpse. He even had the possibility of surviving.
"Hey-! Ah, ah--!"
The young people have not had time to rejoice in the rest of their lives. Suddenly, a loud roar rang, and countless living corpses opened their mouths and rushed toward him.
Hey -! !
The sound of the piano hummed, hundreds of sounds descended from the sky, rubbing the "live corpse" in the forefront, and slammed into the ground.