The Museum of Beasts (Museum of Deadly Beasts)

The door is more than half open, and from this angle, you can clearly see what the zombie looks like.

I don't know how long this zombie has been in here, and the flesh on his body has shrunk, like old tree bark, showing black and gray color, in addition, his body is covered with white hair, it looks as scary as it is scary .

As for the clothes, they have long since been corroded by the rich dead aura.

The first time Lin Jin saw this zombie, he knew that this thing was extremely dangerous and terrifying, so he did not hesitate, raised his hand and typed the ink seal given by Shuxiaolou.

The ink imprints on the other side, like a cloud of ink dispersing instantly.

Shuxiaolou, who was already in the painting world, immediately sensed it, and she didn't hesitate. Bai Nen's fingers pinched a magic trick, and the zombie was sucked in by the black hole of the vortex formed by the ink.

disappeared without a trace.

"Do not!"

The corpse practitioner over there only reacted at this time. He also vaguely saw the person on the opposite side pushing the door open. It seems that it is not the master. Although the other party also wears a mask, it is not the mask of the master.

In addition, the body shape is not the same.

Since it is not a master, then he is not afraid, especially when it suddenly finds out that the body zombie that he has been refining for five hundred years is actually 'taken away' by the other party in an instant, and the corpse practitioner is directly blown up.

"Return my body!" The corpse man almost roared out. It raised its hand to condense a giant claw with death energy and grabbed the person on the other side of the door. Now the corpse man is in anger, so the shot is to kill people. Being caught by his ghost claws, there is basically no way to survive.

Lin Jin also immediately sensed the danger, but he also had the means to deal with this move.

No matter who the other party is, he will kill him without saying a word. Of course, Lin Jin will not be polite.

"Dragon Fire Technique!"

Lin Jin pinched a fire mark and blew it lightly, and a mass of flames swept out in an instant.

This time, Lin Jinxuan's dragon fire was obviously unusual, and the phoenix flame was also added to it. Speaking of which, it should be called the dragon and phoenix fire.

It's just that if he doesn't borrow the fire talisman he made himself, Lin Jin can't rely on this technique to integrate into the strange fire, otherwise, the power will be stronger.

But even so, this move is definitely not something that ordinary people can resist. Besides, the flame has the power to purify everything, which cannot be compared with any other attribute. Even death energy cannot resist the burning of the flame. .

In an instant, the flames met the ghostly claws composed of death energy, and a wave of air burst out in an instant.

The strength of this force was beyond the imagination of the two. Lin Jin and the corpse practitioner were shocked and retreated almost at the same time. Almost at the same time, the two wooden doors were closed.

However, there are still death energy and flames gushing out respectively.

Lin Jin immediately avoided it. Not only that, but there also seemed to be a kind of power in the living room, which directly suppressed the overflowing dead energy and wiped it out.

It's just that it's not so easy on the corpse's side.

Not only was it shaken back several steps, but it was also stained by a mass of flames on its clothes.

The problem is that its clothes are all made of white paper. Even if it is specially blessed paper, it is still paper, and it is easy to burn.

So what followed was a flurry of dogfights.

The dragon fire is mixed with the fire of the phoenix. This cannot be extinguished at once. The black envoy Yan Jianshi hastily stepped forward to save it. Fortunately, the corpse practitioners are not ordinary people. After all, they are super masters who have survived for hundreds of years. The fire was finally put out with an extremely strange, foul-smelling blood.

But the extinguishing was extinguished, and the white paper clothes on its body were half burned, not to mention embarrassed.

"Ah, ah!" At this time, the corpse Taoist let out an inhuman roar. It was going crazy. To be honest, if it was only injured a little now, it would be nothing at all, even if it was a zombie. Its body burns out, and it doesn't care.

What it cares about is that the body of the zombie that has been refined for hundreds of years has been taken away by someone.

Anyone who puts this matter on, it is estimated that they will be crazy.

As soon as this person is crazy, he needs to vent.

The corpse is the same.

It immediately began to slaughter the members of the surrounding Evil Dao Appraisal Society. Fortunately, it knew the value of the black envoy Yan Jianshi, so it would not be crazy enough to shoot at him.

However, some other unimportant little guys died a lot, and they were sucked by blood, and they died horribly.

After venting, the corpse man regained his composure.

It spewed out a cloud of blood mist, and the blood mist condensed and changed in the air, turning into a figure wearing a beast mask.

"Check it out for me, find out who this person is, and I want him to die without a place to be buried." The corpse practitioner's voice carried a strong murderous aura.

The black envoy Yan Jianshi glanced at the figure, and his expression changed slightly.

And this change is naturally hidden from the eyes of the corpse practitioners.

"Yan Hei envoy, do you know something?" The corpse practitioner's voice was ferocious, Yan Jianshi was startled, and immediately bowed: "This subordinate has indeed heard of this person, no accident, this People are the curators who have been in the limelight recently."

"curator?"

The corpse muttered in a low voice, then pondered.

Obviously for him, no matter who dares to take away its zombie body, that is the mortal enemy, there is absolutely no possibility of any relaxation, it must take back the zombie body.

But it also has a big question.

How did the curator enter the hidden world of the master?

This point, the corpse Taoist can't figure it out. It once asked the master Taoist, and the latter told him that only the holder of the wooden sign can enter that place.

"Could it be that the curator is one of the holders of the wooden sign?"

The corpse practitioner has rich associations, although it is now stored in a talisman, leaving only the soul and spirit, but this does not prevent it from thinking about problems.

Now it has three wooden cards in its hand, but it still can't get in. It can only barely open a passage. It tried to break in, and the consequences are very serious.

So it later gave up the idea and turned it into a place for corpse refining.

"Wait a minute, if the curator can freely enter and exit the secret place of the master, doesn't it mean that he has mastered the secret of the master, and even became the next generation of Taoist?" The corpse Taoist thought of a terrible consequence.

It naturally does not allow this to happen.

Over the years, it has been deliberate, and it is not just peeping at the secret realm left by the master, and working so hard, if someone else picks the peaches, it will die without resting its eyes.

"Go and find out about the curator's movements. I'm going to see this person. He will return his body to me. If he doesn't return it, I will not hesitate to set off a bloody storm."

When Yan Jianshi saw this, his heart skipped a beat.

He is regarded as the apprentice of the corpse practitioner, which has always been the true inheritance of the corpse practitioner, so he is so capable, and he has also learned the forbearance and insidiousness of the corpse practitioner.

For so many years, Master Yan Jian has never seen a corpse practitioner get so angry.

Obviously, this is going to be a big deal.