The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

"Okay, according to the original plan, you will print the ink and I will pull it into the painting world. As for how to surrender, I will talk about it. Anyway, my current painting world is not what it used to be. It can be trapped." Shu Xiaolou said at this time.

The plan was settled, Lin Jin held the ink seal, and then entered a portal opened behind him.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Jin came to the living room.

There is no visitor in the living room. Although it is no different from normal at this moment, in Lin Jin's eyes, it is more strange.

It's all caused by the zombie in the third wooden door.

Lin Jin secretly thought, at this moment he walked to the third wooden door and looked up and down carefully, he was afraid that the things inside would run out while he was away.

But now, there is no sign of the wooden door being opened.

This is a good thing.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Jin put his hands on the wooden door and directly invoked the power of the two blood pact beast pets. His body was surging with blood, and he began to push the wooden door.

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Located in a hidden manor in the depths of Dongzhou Bumao Mountain, Master Yan Jian was dressed in black with a dignified expression and was looking at a strange wooden door in front of him.

This wooden door is a collection of skilled craftsmen from all over the world. It is made of special Three Realms ghost wood. It can be said to be an invaluable treasure. And if you look closely, behind the wooden door is a box, and the closed box seems to be a large coffin as a whole.

Just in front of the large coffin, a man in a white shirt was hanging a wooden sign with the words "Three" on the wooden door in front of the box.

The person wearing this white paper clothes had stiff fingers and ashes. In fact, he exuded an aura of ashes all over his body. His skin was brownish-purple, which was tightly attached to his bones. A rusty iron nail was used on his forehead. The runes written in blood look as scary as they look.

This is the white envoy of the Evil Dao Appraisal Association, a zombie puppet who only obeys the command of the president.

And Yan Jianshi is naturally the black envoy.

After seeing the zombie white envoy hanging the No. 3 wooden sign on a raised nail on the wooden door, the entire wooden door and the box behind it shook.

It seemed that some kind of taboo was connected in an instant.

A gloomy and strange laughter came from the mouth of the white envoy. The strange thing was that the white envoy had no facial features, as if the laughter was not from it.

"Black envoy, you did a good job. In a short period of time, not only did you get the number three wooden plaque, but also the number two tree plaque by accident. This time, this seat will give you the first skill." The voice was gloomy. Terrifying, but with a kind of supreme majesty.

The black envoy immediately bowed and said: "It is the duty of the subordinates to serve the president."

"Okay, okay, I'll open the third wooden door and take out the refined zombies. At that time, our strength will greatly increase. The first thing is to sweep all the enemies. If we can successfully take out the zombie beasts in the second wooden door, Tsk tsk, even a great power can be destroyed."

After speaking, the zombie white envoy began to stretch out his hand and yank the wooden door.

The power is more than a hundred times greater than that of ordinary people.

The wooden door made a creaking sound, which was harsh to hear, and then the wooden door was pulled open a crack.

In an instant, a thick ashes permeated from the crack of the door, and the envoys could not avoid it, but approached and inhaled with their mouth and nose, looking very intoxicated.

"Okay, okay, the zombies here have been trapped for five hundred years and have been trained for five hundred years. Their strength is several times that of the first one. My strategy back then was really exquisite. Not sure, this time there is still a chance to enter it and explore the secrets of the master back then." This sentence, the white envoy said in a low voice, only he could hear it, and it was mixed with excitement and anticipation.

Next, the white envoy continued to pull hard, and the angle of the wooden door opened wider and wider. Naturally, more and more death energy spread from it.

Master Yan Jian couldn't help but take a few steps back. He was very aware of the horror of these dead ashes, and it would not be enough to touch it at all. It was not inevitable, but it would be very troublesome.

At this time, the wooden door has been opened halfway. It is obvious that the white envoy is wrestling with the wooden door at the moment, and inside the opened wooden door, the dark and gray aura of death is dense, but it can be seen that there is a shadow standing inside. on.

like a piece of wood.

"I think my corpse practitioner took great pains to keep the body in the hidden place of the master, and the effect is extraordinary. My body has been refined for five hundred years. Once the corpse is released, it will be comparable to the existence of immortals. Invincible." The white envoy murmured a strange sound, obviously in a state of extreme excitement.

He waited a day, and waited too long.

But just as he stretched out his hand to pull out the zombies inside, he saw that the opposite side seemed to be not far away, and a door was also opened.

Bai Shi's movements suddenly froze, and in an instant, it felt fear and fear.

It's been a long, long time since I felt this way.

But at this moment, it was really frightened.

In this world, there are only a handful of people who can scare corpse practitioners.

He had several brothers and sisters back then, and the only one who made him fear was the senior brother Longdao Zhe.

Naturally, what he is most afraid of is their master, Daojun!

The fear of the master is hidden in the bones of the corpse, and it is very clear that the place where he hides the corpse, raises the corpse and refines the corpse cannot be found by his brothers. Only the master knows that there is also the master. the hidden realm.

And the Master Daojun has fallen hundreds of years ago.

That's why corpse practitioners dare to raise corpses and refine corpses on the site of Master Daojun, but what did it see just now?

There, a person pushed open a door, and subconsciously, the corpse daoist thought of Shizun Daojun. After all, in its cognition, only Shizun Daojun can enter and exit this mysterious place at will, while himself, Need a lot of means to assist, even so, he can only reluctantly open this door, it is impossible to go deep into it.

That's why it is afraid and afraid, and its mind is blank for a while, its body is stiff, and it does not dare to move.

The corpse practitioners deposited the soul soul in the talisman, and used the soul-suppressing nail to forcibly attach the soul of the soul to the white envoy zombie, hiding in XZ for hundreds of years. This is the day. The zombie in this door is actually himself, the body of the corpse practitioner. Naturally, the time and energy that the corpse practitioner takes to do this is unimaginable to outsiders. But this matter is obviously not on the table, especially those who deviate from the teacher's order, so the corpse practitioner will be frightened. If it is not for him to see the appearance of the person opposite, he is afraid that he will kneel and salute.

Speaking of which, Lin Jin was also taken aback.

In the visiting living room, he finally pushed open the third wooden door, only to see that there was a door on the opposite side, and there was a faint white figure.

What's the situation?

Lin Jin's mind was also clouded for a while.

They were blinded, but there were no zombies inside. Zombies were bloodthirsty and liked human flesh. In these two doors, one was a living person, full of fragrance, and the other was a zombie puppet like dead flesh, so he rushed over there. There is no suspense at all.

When Lin Jin was dumbfounded, the zombies inside had already rushed over.

At this time, Lin Jing could only deal with this zombie first.