It turned out that at a critical moment, the young monk activated the natal special effect "Golden Bell" to protect Yang Ni. His skill can actively choose the target to stimulate it. Similar to this is Jiang Shang's "Yin and Yang Bell", but it is a prop effect and can only be triggered passively when facing attacks from behind.

However, this "Golden Bell" has a duration, about 10 seconds. It also has the advantage that the attacks emitted from the inside will not only not be affected, but will also be accompanied by a "purification" effect, which is excellent for ghosts.

Yang Ni, who escaped by chance, finally came to his senses. In the moment he covered the body of the Golden Bell, he learned the effect of this skill.

His position was very close to the Ma Zi, and his waist exerted force, raised the silver sword high and slashed it down heavily.

Just halfway through the sword, he felt a heat in his chest. The "hell chewing" that was sometimes effective and sometimes unsatisfied finally played a role. This was the first time in this game. A bright red flame spread from the guards to the tip of the knife, burning like a torch.

When this blow struck the phantom of the golden bell, Sanskrit Dasheng at the point he touched, several characters jumped onto the blade, as if engraved on it.

Under the combined action of "carrying the tripod", "hell chewing" and "golden bell", this knife is already the limit that Yang Ni can achieve in terms of lethality.

"Click!"

Due to the height difference, Yang Ni cut the knife toward the side of the corpse's waist and fell directly onto the hips.

At the same time, the red flames and golden Sanskrit went into the wound, and a golden flame suddenly rose from the point where the hit.

This corpse can be regarded as a kind of evil charm. Otherwise, the young monk with the special effect of "golden body" would not be able to punch one by one, and the solution was very quick and he still had time to take into account the battle situation on Yang Ni's side.

With a "Teng" sound, half of the four-armed corpse was covered with gold and fire.

The golden fire came and went quickly, and it seemed that it was gone in just a flash of time. However, after the fire disappeared, the left side of the corpse was burned into a large hole from above the knee to below the ribs, to the spine and the center of the abdomen, revealing the white bones inside, and even the internal organs inside disappeared.

This can be considered fatal to any creature, but the four-armed corpse just wailed a few times and continued to attack Yang Ni.

At this time, the little monk had cleared out the last dozen ordinary corpses and stood behind Yang Ni.

Seeing that the knife had such an effect, Yang Ni was overjoyed. He endured the discomfort in his chest and made progress sideways. He waved the knife again and slashed at the four-armed corpse.

The sword still had a little golden light. The moment it touched the macaque, the golden light moved from the macaque to the macaque, and it quickly melted like a red metal particle falling on the ice. Although it was not as good as the fire, it was enough to cause a severe injury.

The little monk also took the opportunity to bully him.

For some reason, since absorbing Yang Ni's blood, the four-armed corpse no longer killed him. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to grab him directly in his hand, which was completely different from the violent killing intention at the beginning.

But he would not treat the little monk with the same mentality. When he saw another annoying guy coming, he freed up the only bloody hand behind his shoulders and grabbed the little monk's head. If he grasped it firmly, he would definitely have a brain burst.

The little monk was small but his movements were not slow at all. He quickly bent down, trying to avoid the attack. At this time, he made the same mistake that Yang Ni made at the beginning, that is, he forgot that the arms of the four-armed Macao were divided into two groups. He bent down and just put his body in front of the Macao hand.

Ma Zi was not polite either. He gave up Yang Ni, grabbed the monk's shoulder with his left hand, and clawed his right hand with five fingers, and pushed him heavily towards his head.

The "Golden Bell" also has a cooling time, so the little monk has no effective defense means.

After all, he was still a child. In the middle of life and death, he hurriedly reached out to break the corpse and grabbed the left hand of his shoulder, completely ignoring the attack on his right hand.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yang Ni made a quick decision, rubbed his body forward, and used his own body to separate the corpse and the little monk.

With a muffled sound of "Dang", the right claw of the corpse hit Yang Ni, and was blocked by the looming golden bell. But with this blow, the golden bell shook for a moment and disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ni raised up the silver sword and slashed at the Mazi's bloody hand that was holding the little monk.

The little monk's hands kept holding the arm of the corpse, and strands of golden patterns that were almost invisible to the naked eye were slowly wrapped around its arm.

With this knife, the golden patterns seemed to have found a breakthrough and quickly drilled into the wound.

With the feeling of the hand, Yang Ni felt that the arm of the corpse was no longer like before, like an iron rod, but instead became a little crisp.

"Click!"

The left hand of the four-armed corpse was cut off by the elbow.

"Ao!"

The corpse was in great pain and swung his right palm again.

Yang Ni quickly dodged sideways, but the young monk seemed to have not increased his nerve reaction speed, but he did not react. He was hit in the chest with a palm, and his broken hands were like a kite with a broken string. He flew out with a "swoosh". By chance, he hit the huge drum with his back.

His hands were also holding the broken limbs of the corpse, and he also hit the drum surface with inertia.

"Dong!"

A shocking sound came, and a fire suddenly ignited on the drum surface.

The flame seemed to be impacted by sound waves, scattered around like fireworks. Some fell on the body of the struggling and twisting corpses on the ground, spreading instantly, wrapping them all in it, making a "sizzling" sound, and the pungent smell became even more intense.

The little monk was stunned. He didn't expect that he would accidentally ring the drum, which caused the fire.

According to his original intention, he did not want to kill the corpse, but the flames were extremely domineering. They burned the corpse to black ashes in a few breaths. Moreover, the flames were getting stronger and stronger, and spread to more corpses along the logs piled on the ground.

The temperature of this small cave suddenly rose, and even the air was filled with a burning and pungent smell.

The cookie was already very close to this drum, so she quickly stepped forward, helped the little monk up, and asked, "Hey, how are you?"

The little monk seemed to be muttering to himself: "Human skin drum, human bone mallet. It turns out that to beat this bone covered with human skin, we need to use human bones to make drum mallets."

Cookie's heart moved and asked again: "Have your smallpox virus been lurking for a longer time?"

The little monk came to his senses and nodded, "Well, it's been extended for 20 minutes."

20 minutes, this is almost the time you can get by killing a person who has just been infected.
Chapter completed!