When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

Lian Wu rushed towards the monster in one step. The moment the monster raised its hand, he cut off one of its arms with a sword. Then he turned sideways and kicked the back of the monster's head.

The monster stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud crash. The monsters behind him tried to seize the opportunity to surround Lian Wu, but Lian Wu leaped up and passed over their heads. Lian Wu flipped his sword in mid-air and plunged it straight into the top of one of the monsters' skulls. The sound of bones breaking clearly reached his ears.

With the help of the inertia of jumping, Lianwu pulled the sword out of the monster's body, and the scarlet blood flew out, leaving splattered blood on the wall.

Lian Wu landed steadily on the ground, turned quickly, and slashed at the last few monsters, leaving a straight wound on their waist. This time there was no blood splattering, as the wound was frozen the moment it was cut.

The deep wounds that were exposed were invaded by the cold air, and the surrounding blood coagulated at the fastest speed. The intense pain made the monsters roar.

The loud noise even reached upstairs, causing Hua Meng, who was running away from the monster, to feel a stinging eardrum.

At this time, the long monster had been beaten beyond recognition. There was not a single piece of good skin or flesh on its body. It lay limp on the ground in a pile of rotten flesh, only breathing out but not breathing in.

After dealing with the long monster, Feng Ling swung the monitor with a whip, used the force to swing himself over, and arrived in front of the round monsters at the fastest speed. He swung the whip on the neck of one of them, strangled it tightly, and threw it directly out of the black fog. The monster disappeared in an instant.

The earthworm, who didn't have time to leave the dormitory building, was also pulled into this new dormitory space. Just as he was controlling the puppet on the first floor to deal with a group of ghosts in front of him, a huge monster fell from the sky and almost hit the earthworm.

It goes without saying that this monster didn't come down on its own initiative.

"Hua Meng, I'm not done with you!"

The earthworm directly attributed the shock to Huameng. The monster had fallen from above, which meant Huameng and the others were there. The other side was outnumbered, so the earthworm didn't plan to engage them directly. It would be better to wait for the monsters to exhaust their strength before attacking and reaping the benefits.

The misunderstood Hua Meng was dealing with a female ghost that shouldn't be in the boys' dormitory.

The female ghost was wearing white pajamas, with waist-length hair and a fearful smile on her pale face. She teleported behind Hua Meng several times, intending to launch a surprise attack, but she never expected that Hua Meng had left multiple anchor points along the way.

The anchor points outside the dormitory building cannot be teleported, but the newly arranged anchor points inside the dormitory building can be used. After discovering this feature, Hua Meng relied on the teleportation between several anchor points to trick the female ghost.

Hua Meng took out the blind box cards and picked one out between her middle and index fingers.

He threw the card out directly, leaving red lines wherever it passed, like a spider weaving a web.

After the net was laid, the ghost's range of movement was directly restricted to a very small area. When the ghost tried to touch the red lines to leave, every touch was a pain that struck her soul. These red lines were coated with a material specially designed to restrain ghosts, making it impossible for the ghost to move.

After trapping the female ghost, Hua Meng chose to go downstairs to help. The noise downstairs was so loud that it was hard not to worry.

However, after he saw the scene downstairs, Hua Meng felt that he was worrying for nothing and that he should be worrying about those monsters.

The ground was covered with all sorts of monster remains. Apart from the two bloodstains left by Lian Wu at the beginning, each subsequent attack froze the wounds. The numbness caused by this pain was no less than that of slow slicing.

The most painful thing was that every time Feng Ling whipped him, the frozen flesh and blood would be shattered, splattering everywhere, and the frozen blood clots would not melt for a long time.

The monster, having endured immense pain, had gone mad and was charging around recklessly. However, due to its bulky body, it failed to hit the players and was easily dodged by them.

While they were dodging, they did not forget to continue inflicting wounds on the monsters.

The loud noises Hua Meng heard upstairs were the sounds of these monsters banging against the wall and roaring. By the time he returned, these monsters had been mostly dealt with.

He just happened to see Lian Wu stabbing the monster's eyebrows with a sword. The movement was clean and neat, and the killing was decisive.

The initial blood dyed half of the school uniform red. Feng Ling had even more blood on his body. The clothes on his chest were completely soaked red, with only some white remaining on the back.

The wet clothes clung tightly to his body, outlining the lines of his body.

However, the lighting was dim, and the audience in the live broadcast room could only see the outline of the body.

They followed the principle of proximity and continued to go upstairs from the nearest staircase. When they passed by the upper floor, they could still see dense red lines. The female ghost smelled the breath of humans and kept roaring in their direction with a terrifying face, but she was hit on the back of a lot of heads because no one looked at her directly.

The surrounding environment became increasingly gloomy, and the upper floors were extremely silent. They could no longer hear any sounds from the floors below.

On the new floor, Hua Meng chose to open the door and take a look at what was inside.

The room was empty, except for the fluttering curtains in place of the windows. There was no wind outside, but the curtains formed the shape of a human face.

As he approached the bed, a pale ghost hand grabbed Feng Ling's ankle.

This time, he didn't grab the trouser leg, but stuck directly to Feng Ling's skin.

Within three seconds, a scream was heard, but the one who screamed came from the owner of the ghost hand.

When Feng Ling felt the different touch on his ankle, he stepped directly on the ghost hand with his other foot, deforming it.

The ghost's hand suddenly loosened, and Feng Ling kicked the bed, tearing a large hole in the wooden board. The ghost hiding underneath scrambled away in shame and quickly moved to the curtains, where it stood side by side with the original ghost face.

Feng Ling has a very bad temper now. Everyone likes to grab his feet, right? Then break all his legs and break his hands!

A whip hit the curtain hard, and a big hole was instantly torn in the curtain. The two ghosts were so scared that they ran around and huddled in the corner, trembling.

Lian Wu suddenly wanted to test the power of the pipa, and two cowards were just right.

The pipa felt cool to the touch, and Lianwu liked this temperature very much. He tried plucking the strings and it produced sound normally.

After the song "Autumn Moon over the Calm Lake" ended, the two little ghosts calmed down, came down from the curtains obediently, and revealed their true forms.

The two little ghosts were immersed in the music, standing there motionless, as if they had physical bodies. Feng Ling dunked on them one by one, hitting them on the head.

The two ghosts still did not wake up from the music. It was not until the sound of the pipa stopped that the two little ghosts looked at each other in horror and found that they had come down from the curtains without realizing it. They also felt a severe pain in their heads, as if they had been hit.

Before they could continue their escape back to the curtains, a whip tied them both together.

"Why are you running? Weren't you quite powerful when you grabbed my foot just now?"

The little ghost, whose hand bones were broken, kept bowing 90 degrees, obviously regretting what he had done.

"Brother, please be magnanimous and let me go. If I die, I will be completely gone!"

The kid had a messy head of long hair flying everywhere. Lian Wu had silently stepped back a few steps. This kid was obviously unhygienic and was dirty all over. Anyone who was touched by him would feel a little disgusted.

"Why should I care whether you live or die? I'll give you two choices: break your hand yourself, or I'll break all your limbs for you."

Feng Ling really hated having messy things touch him, especially these dirty things. If it was just an unintentional mistake, it would be fine, but the guy in front of him was clearly catching him on purpose, and he just happened to choose him from the three people.

There is nothing that can be done about it. The little ghost can only consider himself unlucky. He has not opened his shop for a few years, and as soon as he opened it, a cruel ghost came. After his hand was broken, he would have to find a corner to recuperate for who knows how long. But breaking a hand is better than breaking all his limbs. If all his limbs were broken, he would be bullied by other ghosts, especially the vicious female ghost downstairs.

Of course, the little ghost couldn't say these words in front of the female ghost. He didn't know that the female ghost was trapped downstairs and couldn't move.

The little ghost closed his eyes and broke his dislocated hand. However, as a ghost, no sound of broken bones was heard. After the bone was broken, his figure became much fainter.

Another little ghost who was originally on the curtain was trembling. This was a bald ghost. His bald head made it easier for him to show his entire face on the curtain, which could better scare the players.

Now he was squatting in the corner with his shiny head. He had no time to sympathize with his colleague's miserable experience, because after this colleague was dealt with, it would be his turn next.

Feng Ling turned his gaze to the bald ghost.

"Get up. I want to ask you something. If you lie, you know what will happen to you, right?"

The bald ghost scrambled to his feet in a hurry and nodded quickly, looking smarter than the previous ghost.

“How many ghosts are there in this building?”

"Which kind are you talking about? For ghosts like us, there are two downstairs and about five or six running around in the rooms on this floor. Upstairs is not our territory."

"There are two downstairs?"

Hua Meng's face changed. The only ghost he had trapped was the female ghost in red, so where did the other one go?

Hua Meng had a bad feeling, so she left the others behind and prepared to go back downstairs to find out what was going on.

Feng Ling threatened the two little ghosts to stay where they were and not run around, and then went downstairs with Lian Wu to check out the situation.

The red line downstairs was still there, and the female ghost stood there motionless with her back to them.

At just one glance, Hua Meng realized something was wrong. The positions of the surrounding red lines were wrong, and there was one missing on the inside.

"go!"

But it was too late. A gust of cold wind blew, and the red lines broke one by one. The disappeared red line was tied around the ghost girl's neck, fixing her in place.

The female ghost had almost lost consciousness, and the red line had been burning her neck, forcing her to barely stay floating.

Hua Meng used the Palm Book immediately to block the first wave of attacks from the hidden ghost.

A flash of red flashed around them, and after passing the female ghost, the female ghost in red disappeared into thin air.

The ability of the female ghost in red has not reached the level of a fierce ghost, but this hidden ghost is very likely to be a fierce ghost.

With the protection of the palm book, Lian Wu started playing the pipa directly. Every time a melody was heard, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Red mist appears in the air from time to time, leaving behind a few drops of bright red blood wherever it passes.

Sad voices rose one after another.

Whenever the red fog appeared, Feng Ling would swing his whip towards that location. The first few times he hit it, he missed. The last time, it happened to coincide with the climax of the pipa music that was gathering the fog, and he hit the red-clothed ghost's arm right there.

A shrill scream was heard, and the red-clothed ghost no longer hid his figure and appeared in front of them openly.

Her long black hair was flying wildly, her eyes were closed, and blood was oozing from her lower eyelids, flowing down her cheeks to her chin and finally dripping onto the ground.

The most eye-catching thing is her slightly bulging belly, on which are pressed palm prints by small hands. A ghost fetus is moving in her belly. The restless hands press palm prints one after another on her belly, as if they are about to burst her belly.

The red-clothed ghost did not open his mouth, but the mournful crying sound came out vaguely. The sound was like catkins floating in the wind, and it was impossible to capture the specific place where the sound came from, and even how far it was.

Feng Ling whipped the red-clothed ghost directly, but it turned into a cloud of red smoke and suddenly appeared behind them.

Hua Meng was unable to move while holding the palm book in one hand, and was pulling out cards with the other hand. The moment the cards were pulled out, they turned into a group of white moths.

The moths flew through the barrier of the palm book and swept across the entire corridor. The red-clothed evil spirit was no pushover either. It transformed into red smoke and faced the moths directly. Wherever it passed, the moths were stained with bright red and eventually turned into dust and floated to the ground.

But Hua Meng was not panicked at all. As the music rose and fell, the dust on the ground swept in again, like butterfly scales attached to its wings, slowing down the speed at which the red-clothed ghost turned into red smoke each time.

Anger made the red-clothed ghost stop attacking by sneak attack. Instead, he stretched out the sharp claws on both hands. There were red blood streaks on the sharp nails. After a roar, the claws left a crack on the barrier of the palm book.

Taking this opportunity, Feng Ling swung the whip fiercely. The sound of breaking through the air was very obvious, and one of the red-clothed ghost's sharp claws was directly broken.

This made the already angry red-clothed ghost even more furious. Her attacks were almost random, leaving cracks in the barrier one after another.

Hua Meng knew that this prop would not last long, so he asked the two to follow him upstairs.