Chapter 13: Counter Killing 　　"Uh ……" 　　The dry corpse's gaze was a bit puzzled, shook his head, put his head back, and held his hands on the corpse refining furnace, a bit powerless, and set up a place where he was racking his brain to think. 　　"How can it be like this?" 　　"Can't it be that this kid's body is too weak and didn't resist the medicinal power for a while?" 　　"No, it should be more and more spirited? Those pills went wrong …… expired?" 　　It was estimated that Meng Fan would laugh when he saw the dry body's dumbfounded face. 　　"Try again." 　　Looking at the gradually dimming earth fire, the dry corpse's face twisted, as if he had made a great determination, he put his dry fingers into his mouth, bit hard, and hard squeezed out a drop of fresh blood, and threw it into the earth fire, which burned steeply intensified, and the dry corpse, once again, ran fiercely, rotating around the refining furnace, and grabbing a large handful of pills and throwing them into the furnace in a burst of heartache while he ran. 　　"Beep peel peel ……" 　　This time the effect was better than just now, too much better, Meng Fan felt that the temperature of the corpse refining furnace quickly rose up, a wave of heat surged up as if he was lying in a steamer, and hot sweat flowed down from his forehead, dripping. 　　"This dry corpse …… can't be complimented!" 　　Meng Fan skimmed his mouth, once again grasped the scythe in his hand, and put on the appearance of waiting for an opportunity, knowing that this time to get through it, it would not be so easy. 　　Refining body furnace of the potion "bang bang" non-stop burst open, seven-colored smoke is very dense, almost materialized, a large number of influx into Meng Fan's body, the body like a balloon, slowly expanding up, but then absorbed by the body, deflated again …… again! Swell up, so repeatedly, never stop. 　　The dry corpse also dawdled tight, scattering and running, the skin on his face began to slice off, and white gas emerged from his head, blowing in the cold wind, dissipating. 　　"Ah ……" 　　Unbearable pain, let Meng Fan's body twitch up, his mouth let out a wail, the scythe in his hand was almost impossible to hold, his body became hot, his skin reddish, as if he had a high fever, and for a while his head was a bit confused. 　　What is even more terrible is that some black, sticky liquid, emitting a strange and unpleasant smell, seeped out from the body in large quantities, the bones, tendons, blood vessels, skin …… and even the blood is full of pain, it really can not be endured any more! 　　However, as this black liquid flowed out, Meng Fan's bones clicked, his veins rippled, his heart thumped powerfully, clearly, distinctly, feeling the strength surging, his body getting stronger! 　　This kind of strength is not a general strength, but …… the kind of strength that can kill a cow with one punch! 　　"Is it off the bone?" 　　"Awesome!" 　　After making this discovery, Meng Fan completely confirmed one thing, which was that the Dryad's idea was 100% to strengthen his body, and later, through some method, occupy his body! 　　"Endure it again." 　　Meng Fan's gritted his teeth, but the corner of his mouth revealed an impish smile. 　　He continued to tough it out, and as time passed by, the black, sticky liquid, became more and more scarce. 　　The feeling of shedding his body and letting Meng Fan be overjoyed, although it was also mixed with pain. 　　"Plop!" 　　Just as Meng Fan was rejoicing, the situation changed, the dry body suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground with a loud bang, it should have exhausted itself, there was no way to run anymore, even the earth fire that was burning just now gradually shrank. 　　"This body is overwhelmed." 　　The dry corpse muttered to himself, holding the ground, sitting up trembling, much more wretched than just now, however, the eyes are still looking straight at the refining furnace, watching the silk hot air coming out from the refining furnace, once again full of hope. 　　"That kid howled just now, it should be safe!" 　　The dry corpse stood up from the ground with great difficulty, using up a lot of strength, looking a bit forlorn in the cold wind. 　　"It's time to extinguish the soul." 　　"After the soul is extinguished, the body is the old man's, and the matter will be accomplished." 　　Said another elixir came out in his hand, emitting a greenish glow with a dangerous feeling. 　　"Uh ……" 　　The dry corpse raised his hand, was about to throw the soul destroying elixir in, but suddenly, with incomparable astonishment, he saw that a head was slowly poking out of the dan furnace …… 　　At first it was the top of the head. 　　Following that were the eyes. 　　In the end the entire face was revealed, with sticky black liquid hanging from it, staring straight at the dryer. 　　Who was it if not Meng Fan. 　　"Are you …… tired?" 　　This is the first sentence that Meng Fan said when he poked his head out, and there was some disappointment in it, he had thought that the dry corpse would still hold on for a　　while. 　　"Well ……" 　　This scene seemed to be a bit abrupt for the dry corpse, and it even took a step backward, looking at Meng Fan in a daze, followed by a rare smile on its bark-like withered face. 　　"It's done, it's done!" 　　That dry corpse's lifeless face unexpectedly burst out with divine splendor, looking at Meng Fan as if he was looking at a work of art, or one that he had refined with his own hands. 　　"Perfect, too perfect!" 　　"After occupying this body, old me's plans can unfold!" 　　He said joyfully, and while the earth fire had not yet been extinguished, he was about to throw the Soul Extinguishing Dan in …… 　　"Open your …… hair!" 　　Meng Fan raised his hand, his brightly shining scythe raised, and with a bend of his knees, he leapt out of the corpse refining furnace, jumping up two or three meters high, and with a wave of his hand, he swung out a cold aura! 　　The cold aura was at the neck of the dry corpse, and it flashed. 　　"Gou dong!" 　　The dry corpse's head rolled down from its body, knocking and rolling to the bottom of Meng Fan's feet, its eyes still blinking and blinking, revealing disbelief, doubt, anger, and …… suffocation! 　　Well …… it is suffocating. 　　Bitter hatred of pressing the golden thread every year, for others to do the wedding clothes. 　　Roughly this is this kind of suffocation. 　　Seems incomparably simple and honest people, how can be so treacherous, the last moment, even …… 　　Honest people, it turns out that they can not be relied on. 　　If he had not exhausted his strength …… 　　If he did not find a protector …… even if that bitch is good …… 　　It is also not as bad as being sneak attacked by a stupid kid! 　　"You are not honest." 　　This is probably what the Dryad would love to say to Meng Fan, but there is no chance. 　　I am afraid that the birth of change, after all, is something beyond the cognitive, Meng Fan once again raised the scythe in his hand, hand up and down, as if chopping a watermelon, chopped in the head of the dry corpse, red and white, a brain flowed out, I can not imagine that so dried up body, the brain plasma is still so …… fresh. 　　The first time he did this kind of thing, he had a nausea in his stomach, and almost vomited, but fortunately he didn t eat much at night. 　　It took a bit of a reprieve before he started to feel better. 　　"Good man na!" 　　Feeling the incomparable power on his body, Meng Fan once again sighed with emotion, feeling that back then, Zhao Yun's horizontal sword, seven times in seven times out of a million Cao's army, didn't seem so amazing anymore, because his current power, which was also terrifying, had dried up a terrifying dry corpse with a single raise of his hand yet. 　　"Ka-ching!" 　　When Meng Fan was lost in thought, the cold wind blew steeply, blowing him a shiver, two dry hands, suddenly reached from behind, clamped down on his neck, viciously pinched, click sound rose …… very crisp …… 　　It is clearly the sound of fracture. 　　"……" 　　Meng Fan's body trembled, his eyes turned, and he made an effort to twist his neck, glancing backward before realizing that the dry corpse's body was still standing, was stretching out his arms, and deadlocked his neck. 　　"A hundred-footed insect that dies but never falls down." 　　Meng Fan reached out and gently pushed, and that dry corpse's body collapsed to the ground with a loud bang, never moving again. 　　His neck, on the other hand, was unharmed, and the fracture was just the zombie's finger, the body's toughness was evident. 　　At this moment, the Taoist temple enshrined in the piece of wordless spirit plate shattered, a light rushed up to the sky, towards the pig's hoof mountain mountain cracks within the flight, in the blink of an eye will disappear, immediately after, buried in the cracks under a dark coffin, suddenly sounded thud, sounds as if the heartbeat, a white fog slowly cohesion in the ground, will be a mountain pig shrouded within, a moment of hard work, the mountain pig is only Left a skeleton …… 　　"What is it?" 　　Meng Fan was surprised to witness the rising and disappearing of the light, and an ominous feeling enveloped his heart. 　　"Couldn't care less, there's still a problem that hasn't been solved!" 　　He weighed the scythe in his hand and gazed into the darkness outside the gate of the Taoist temple with his eyes ……