Museum of Deadly Beasts Chapter 550: I’m dumbfounded.

"Well, 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, even if it cannot be destroyed. It can also trap it." Shu Xiaolou said at this time.

The plan was finalized. Lin Jin took the ink seal, and then entered a door opened behind him.

In a blink of an eye, Lin Jin arrived at the visitor hall.

The visitor hall with no visitors, although it looks nothing different at this moment, but in Lin Jin's eyes, it is more weird.

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

Lin Jin secretly said in his heart. At this moment, he walked to the third wooden door and looked up and down carefully. He was afraid that the contents 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 used the power of the two blood-bonded beast pets. The blood surged on his body and began to push the wooden door.

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Located in a secret manor in the depths of Dongzhou Bu Mao Mountain, Jian Master Yan is dressed in black and looks awe-inspiring, looking at a strange wooden door in front of him.

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

Just in front of the large coffin, a man in a white shirt was hanging a wooden sign that said "three" on the wooden door in front of the box.

The fingers of the person wearing this white paper dress are stiff and gray. In fact, he is exuding a breath of death gray all over his body. His skin is brownish-purple, clinging to the bones, and a rusty nail is used on his forehead. Pinned to a talisman written in blood, it looks as scary as it is.

This is the white envoy of the Evil Path Appraiser Association, a zombie puppet that only obeys the president's orders.

And Master Yan is naturally a black envoy.

When the zombie white agent hung the No. 3 wooden sign on a raised nail on the wooden door, the entire wooden door and the box behind it vibrated.

Some taboo seemed to be connected in an instant.

A gloomy weird laugh came from the white envoy. Strangely, the white envoy had no expression on his facial features, as if the laugh was not made by it.

"Black ambassador, you did a good job. In a short time, you not only fetched the number three wooden card, but also accidentally got the number two tree card. This time, this seat will give you head skills." The voice is terrible, but with a kind of supreme majesty.

The black ambassador immediately bowed and said: "Serving the president is the duty of his subordinates."

"Okay, okay, I will open the third wooden door and take out the zombies that have been refined. At that time, our strength will increase greatly. The first thing is to wipe out all the enemies. If the second wooden door can be removed smoothly Zombie beasts, tsk tsk, are the superior powers, they can also be destroyed."

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

The power is over a hundred times greater than ordinary people.

The wooden door creaked and squeaked, and then the wooden door was opened by a crack.

In an instant, a thick breath of dead ashes penetrated through the cracks in the door, Baishi did not evade, but approached and used his mouth and nose to inhale, appearing very intoxicated.

"Okay, okay, the zombie inside has been trapped for five hundred years, and has been trained for five hundred years. Its strength is several times that of this first one. My strategy at the time is really ingenious. I borrowed the master’s secret world to refine it. The corpse, maybe, there is still a chance to enter it this time and explore the secrets of the Master." The white envoy said this in a low voice, and only he could hear it, mixed with excitement and expectation.

Next, the white angel continued to pull hard, and the opening angle of the wooden door became wider and wider. Naturally, more and more dead spirits spread from it.

Master Yan couldn't help but stepped back a few steps. He knew very well the horror of these dead ashes. It wouldn't work if it was stained at all. It wasn't inevitable, but it would be very troublesome.

At this time, the wooden door has been opened halfway. Obviously, the white angel is wrestling with the wooden door at this moment. Within the opened wooden door, the black and gray breath of death is dense, but you can see it vaguely A figure stood.

Like a piece of wood.

"Thinking about my corpse Taoist painstakingly, trying to avoid the flesh, raising the corpse in the hidden place of the master, the effect is extraordinary, my flesh is refined for five hundred years, once the corpse is released, it will be an existence comparable to an immortal. From now on, the world is invincible." The White Envoy murmured strangely, obviously in a situation of extreme excitement.

He waited for a day, too long.

But when he stretched out his hand to pull out the zombie inside, he saw that the other side seemed not far away, and opened a door.

The white angel's movements froze all at once, and for an instant, it felt fear and fear.

This feeling has not passed for a long, long time.

But at this moment, it was really scared.

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

He had a few senior brothers back then, and the only one he feared was the senior brother Longdao.

Naturally, what he fears most is their master, Daojun!

The fear of the master is hidden in the bones of the corpse Taoist, and it is very clear that the place where he hides the corpse, raises the corpse and refines the corpse. It is also the hidden realm of Master.

The master and Daojun have fallen hundreds of years ago.

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

There, a person opened a door. Subconsciously, the corpse Taoist thought of Master Daojun. After all, in his cognition, only Master Daojun can enter and leave this mysterious place at will. He needs a lot of means to assist him. Even so, he can only barely open this door and cannot go deep into it.

That's why it is afraid and scared. For a while, its brain is blank, its body is stiff, and it dare not move.

The corpse Taoist deposits the soul soul in the rune, and uses the soul nail to forcibly attach his soul soul to the white zombie~IndoMTL.com~Hidden in Tibet for hundreds of years, even more established Evil Path Appraiser Association, for this day. The zombie in this door is actually himself, that is, the body of the corpse Taoist. Naturally, the time and energy that the corpse Taoist spent doing this is unimaginable. But this matter is obviously not on the stage, especially if it deviates from the command of the teacher, so the corpse Taoist will be frightened. If it is not for him to see the appearance of the opposite person, he is afraid that he will bow down and bow.

Speaking of which, Lin Jin was also taken aback.

He finally pushed open the No. 3 wooden door in the visitor hall. As a result, he saw the shadow of dead ashes. There seemed to be a door on the opposite side, and there was a vaguely white figure.

What's the situation?

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

They are blinded, but there are no zombies inside. The zombies are bloodthirsty and like human flesh. In these two doors, one is a living person with fragrance, and the other is a dead flesh zombie puppet. There was no suspense at all when he threw.

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

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