When the zombie opened its mouth, a ball of extremely thick and smelly mucus sprayed towards Tang Tian's face.
There was a flash of light in Tang Tian's hand, and he threw out a red stick that was about two fingers thick and half a person tall.
There were flashing blood-red runes on the crimson long stick. As soon as it was sacrificed, a series of "sizzling" sounds burst out between the surrounding cold air currents.
Immediately, some strange dark green liquid dripped onto the ground, making Li Yan and the others who followed behind him feel that the coldness around them was greatly reduced, and their bodies also felt a lot more comfortable.
The long red stick turned into a soul that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, like a python but not a python, with a head like a cat's face. As its body twisted, sparks flew everywhere, like gorgeous fireworks.
The soul with a cat-like face saw the green-haired zombie opposite and showed an expression of joy on its face, just like a human.
Ignoring the thick and smelly mucus that had already reached its forehead, its long body continued to surge forward like a wave, instantly entangled the mucus in it.
A cloud of gray smoke rose up with a "hiss" and dissipated in the air.
This strange soul with a cat-like face and a body like a python did not slow down, and the next moment it strangled the green-haired zombie, which was a little clumsy and was rushing towards it with all its strength.
As the green-haired zombie roared, the sound of "hiss, chih, chih..." continued, and a large amount of smoke rose from the zombie's body, and it became thicker and thicker.
The green-haired zombie's body was as hard as steel and had immense strength, able to break monuments and shatter rocks. In pain, it grabbed the dragon's body with its sturdy arms.
Following a loud shout, the cat was torn apart with force, and a look of pain immediately appeared on its face.
But its body was only stretched and thinned by a few inches, and was still tightly wrapped around the green-haired zombie.
Tian Denghu, who was standing in the back, forgot about his surroundings for a moment, and watched the battle in front with his mouth wide open.
The level of that green-haired zombie has reached the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Stage. If he were the first to face it, he would probably have been corroded by the other party's mucus and nothing would be left of his body.
Before he could continue watching, Wu Yizheng's reminder came from the side, "My two junior brothers, be careful!" As she spoke, she had already taken action.
Although she was blocked by Tang Tian behind her, there was a baby in a red bellyband on the side. He rushed towards her with a greedy look on his face, and at the same time, he made a shrill baby cry from his mouth, which made people dizzy.
Hearing Wu Yizhen's reminder, Tian Denghu was shocked, and at the same time, he felt a gust of unfriendly cold wind above his head. In his consciousness, he saw a mourning stick wrapped in white cloth hitting him on the head.
An old man's face full of resentment appeared on the mourning stick. He opened his mouth and said something harsh to Tian Denghu, which made Tian Denghu's face turn pale.
Li Yan, who entered last, just swept his spiritual sense around and took in everything in the tomb in his mind.
They entered a corner of the tomb, and as far as they could see, they were all in a large tomb.
In a corner about two hundred feet away from him, a passage appeared in his consciousness, and ghosts were constantly pouring out from there, pouncing out with bared fangs and claws.
At this time, at least fifty or sixty ghosts from the underworld appeared in the tomb, fighting with six or seven battle groups.
Fang Guangjun, who entered first, was surrounded by more than a dozen ghosts. Although he had already reached the foundation-building stage, those ghosts were all ferocious and had no fear of life or death. There were howling winds as they attacked.
For a moment, Fang Guangjun looked embarrassed. Although he killed several nearby ghosts in a few breaths, he could not escape immediately.
The people of the Feng family were also fighting with ghosts, with spells flying everywhere and explosions ringing out.
Now they can no longer hold back and try to seal these ghosts. They can only hope to defeat them as quickly as possible, otherwise, they will die.
As soon as Li Yan's team entered, they instantly attracted six ghosts, who surrounded them and trapped them in the middle.
Fortunately, among the ghosts that came over, only two were high-level Qi Condensation ghosts, and the other four were still at the sixth or seventh level of Qi Condensation. However, this was obviously much higher in level than those ghosts outside the tomb.
Li Yan glanced at Tang Tiantian. His long red stick was a magic weapon made of fire materials. It turned into a monster and was strangling a green-haired zombie.
At this time, Wu Yizheng also offered up a white jade bottle, from the mouth of the bottle spurted out streams of light white mist that made people feel refreshed.
As the mist was sprayed out, the ghosts around it howled and dodged, not daring to come into contact with it.
"After all, he is a disciple of the Falling Star Valley. As expected, the things he carries are either rich in yang energy or treasures full of vitality. These are the nemesis of the underworld ghosts."
Li Yan could tell at a glance that the iron rod in Tang Tian's hand was a fire-type spiritual treasure of extreme yang, while the jade bottle offered by Wu Yizhen was a wood-type spiritual treasure full of vitality.
These two people took out two spiritual treasures at once, which can be regarded as a considerable fortune. In Li Yan's opinion, this is rare among Qi Condensation Stage disciples.
In fact, this is because Li Yan is not deeply familiar with the alchemy and weapon refining sects.
For a sect like this, even if it is a second-level sect, the wealth of its disciples is often similar to that of ordinary first-class sects.
Alchemy and weapon refining are the two most profitable skills among the hundred arts of cultivating immortals. What cultivator can do without elixirs, spiritual weapons and magic treasures
Someone like Tang Tian can already open a furnace to refine pills. Even ordinary first-grade pills can bring him a lot of extra income every month.
With these two magical treasures that can restrain ghosts and spirits, Li Yan realized that the ghosts around him could not cause much harm to Tang Tian and his men.
Just as Li Yan's mind raced, two ghosts also pounced on him. It was unknown whether Tang Tian did it on purpose or was busy dealing with the highest-level ghost. He dodged the other ghosts that attacked him, and two ghosts were behind him in an instant.
All this happened very quickly, and Tian Denghu, who was standing in front of Li Yan, suddenly showed a trace of fear in his eyes.
He was already dodging the blows from the mourning stick, and when he saw two more ghosts attacking him and Zhang Ming, he hesitated for a moment, then darted out sideways and pounced to the left side of Tang Tian in front of him.
For a moment, Li Yan was left alone, being attacked by the two ghosts.
At the same time, there was a large gap behind Tang Tian and his companions. Tang Tian and Wu Yizhen exposed their backs to the attack range of the three ghosts.
"madness!"
A fierce look flashed in Tang Tian's eyes, and he immediately wanted to kick Tian Denghu back.
Although he had intended to test Zhang Ming just now, he also thought that with Tian Denghu and the other two defending in the back, at least nothing would happen immediately when facing three ghosts, so he released one more ghost.
He wanted to take this opportunity to see how Zhang Ming would deal with it and see Zhang Ming's true cultivation level. Even if Zhang Ming was not strong enough, the two of them would not be killed in a single encounter against three ghosts.
Unexpectedly, Tian Denghu was so useless that when he saw one more ghost, he immediately hid beside him, thus creating a big hole in their defense circle.
"He's just an idiot. He actually forced himself to follow me. Who said that a fight must be one-on-one?"
Tang Tian even had the thought of killing Tian Denghu in his heart for a moment. With such a character, no matter how high his cultivation level was, he would never achieve anything.
Zhang Ming, who stayed behind, seemed stunned for a moment when he saw the two ghosts approaching, but then he had a wooden sword in his hand.
In a hurry, his body turned sideways, and with a "ding" sound, the sword in his hand had grown several sizes.
In the flashing red light, the wooden sword collided with the one-armed zombie that was wielding half of its body.
At the same time, Zhang Ming lowered his body to the side and rushed under another big foot that was floating over.
The floating big foot grew on a bare thigh. It had no body. It was just a thick and long leg that came rapidly out of thin air.
His thighs were covered with thick black hair, each of which was as thick as a little finger, and near the inner side of the thigh, a white eye was staring at Zhang Ming fiercely.
"He is quite agile, has he practiced any mortal martial arts?"
Tang Tian was somewhat surprised to see Zhang Ming's quick reaction. He was able to dodge the combined attack of another ghost with his swift body movements while fighting with one ghost.
At the same time, Tang Tian's aura surged, forcing Tian Denghu, who was approaching, to pause and then retreat.
"Do you want to die? If you bring a ghost near me again, I will kill you!"
Tang Tian turned around and gave Tian Denghu a cold look, but he made a move with his hand, and a talisman floated in the air and stuck to the big foot that was kicking towards him like lightning.
Tian Denghu only reacted at this time. He was subconsciously afraid of the scene of several ghosts rushing towards him, so he dodged.
Unexpectedly, his action revealed his cowardice in the eyes of others. On the other hand, Zhang Ming, who was not as good as him, fought with the ghost in an instant and showed no sign of retreat.
This made Tian Denghu's face turn purple immediately when he reacted. With a muffled sound, Tian Denghu rubbed his hands together, and a ball of blazing fireball hit the mourning stick that followed closely.
The resentful old man on the mourning stick also made a "ho ho ho" sound, and opened his mouth to blow a gust of cold wind towards Tian Denghu. Tian Denghu felt that his soul wanted to leave his body when the cold wind hit him...
Twenty breaths later, all the tomb ghosts in the sight of Tang Tian and his companions had been defeated and fled, leaving only a ground full of horrifying ghost remains and green liquid.
With the help of the foundation-building monk Fang Guangjun, about 60% to 70% of the nearly 100 ghosts that emerged from the passage died, and the remaining ghosts fled back into the passage again.
The ghosts that escaped back were obviously much more intelligent and already knew what fear was. Naturally, they were also ghosts with higher cultivation levels.
In the battle just now, Li Yan barely killed a ghost. His body was soaked with sweat and he looked like he was running out of magic power.
Tian Denghu's face turned green, and his steps seemed a little weak and unsteady when he moved. He had just tried his best and finally killed two ghosts.
However, because of his previous cowardice, he was taken advantage of by the mourning stick and accidentally inhaled some evil spirits. Although he has swallowed the elixir, his soul is still somewhat corroded.
His whole condition was extremely bad now, but his momentum was back, and the look he gave Zhang Ming was full of arrogance again.
As for the Feng family, there have been casualties, one person died and three people were seriously injured, and this was even with Fang Guangjun's full efforts.
The main reason was that in the previous wave of attacks, a total of seven ghosts who had reached the great perfection of the Qi Condensation Stage appeared, and their attack directions were scattered.
Fang Guangjun was unable to escape immediately. The ghosts had a huge advantage in numbers. Even though the Feng family disciples fought desperately, casualties occurred in a matter of seconds.
Looking at the torn and bloody corpse of the Feng family disciple that was scattered all over the ground, several female cultivators, including Wu Yizhen, had a flash of fear in their eyes.
Several Feng family members had grief-stricken expressions on their faces, and they all looked towards the passage at the corner.