"Yu'er! Don't take my child away." Mrs. Zhao looked at the dead body on the table and let out a terrified scream.
With her arms still holding Zhao Yu, she stumbled off the bed and rushed towards them, obviously not as flexible as she was during the day.
Zhao Bo, who was behind him, kept silent all the time, just followed behind Mrs. Zhao silently, staring at them with his dark eyes for a moment, the corners of his mouth forming an abnormal arc, his bright red tongue was exposed, and beside him was a sharp canines.
Like a beast crouching on its prey, just waiting to deliver the deadliest blow.
"Master, this is..." Lin Liaoting looked at the scene in front of him and asked in surprise.
"Yin corpse." Jian Xiuyun held the Qinghan sword and said solemnly.
A hundred years ago, in the world of comprehension, there was an astonishingly talented genius. His talent was so high that it was amazing. Unfortunately, that person did not enter the right path, but learned magic cultivation.
He not only created many spells by himself, but also put forward various ideas that are not acceptable to the world, such as refining people who are dying or dying soon, and training them into corpses.
The refined person is no different from ordinary people during the day, but at night, they will revert to their original appearance, with incomparable strength, extremely strong combat effectiveness, and no pain, making them extremely difficult to kill.
He tried to create an army of ghost corpses, but he was quickly discovered, and then the eight sects joined forces to strangle him under the meteor mountain.
All the corpses he made were burned.
It stands to reason that such things have long since disappeared, why did they reappear in the world
Before he had time to think about it, the Zhao couple had already rushed forward, and Jian Xiuyun hurriedly started to fight.
Yin corpses are difficult to deal with, unless they are chopped up or burned to pieces, otherwise even if their heads are chopped off, they can still stand up and continue fighting.
So it took some effort to deal with it.
Jian Xiuyun faced Zhao Bai, and Lin Liao Ting faced Zhao Niangzi.
Zhao Bai didn't make much noise from the beginning to the end. He seemed silent and honest, but he was not easy to deal with.
Jian Xiuyun originally wanted to remove his limbs directly, but after a fight, he realized that his body was different from ordinary corpses, it was very hard, and every time the Qinghan sword stabbed him, it only gave out a "clang clang" metal appearance Crash without any damage.
Jian Xiuyun frowned slightly, it seemed that he could only try with fire attack.
Thinking like this, the mind moved accordingly, and a fire zip jumped out of the Qiankun storage bag.
Zhao Bai seemed to have sensed what he was going to do, instinctively felt fear, and accelerated his offensive.
Jian Xiuyun blew a breath while resisting with his sword.
Yingying flames lit up instantly.
This beam of light seemed to be a signal of destruction, Zhao Bai's breathing gradually became heavy, and an incomprehensible sound came out of his mouth.
Jian Xiuyun directed the fire to the Qinghan sword, and the bean-sized flame flowed along the edge of the sword, and soon covered the entire body of the sword.
Seeing this, Zhao Bai took a step back.
But soon, he became ruthless and rushed towards him desperately.
Fire is indeed the nemesis of Yin corpses. The originally firm corpse was contaminated by fire, and a large area of black charcoal immediately appeared, like a withered firewood, which broke when touched.
Soon, one of Zhao Bai's arms and legs was gone. He couldn't stand up and fell to the ground.
Even so, he continued to crawl towards Jian Xiuyun, never dying.
Lin Liao Ting at the side had already cut off Lady Zhao's limbs. Lady Zhao was like a broken doll, unable to move, but she kept yelling, "Yu'er."
Lin Liao Ting took pity on her, and instead of beheading her, he picked her up and put her next to Zhao Yu, saying, "Stay with your son and stop barking, okay?"
As soon as Mrs. Zhao saw Zhao Yu, she lowered her voice, pressed her head tightly against the boy's cock's skin, and began humming the nursery rhyme again.
After finishing Mrs. Zhao, Lin Liao Ting came over and was surprised to see Zhao Bai writhing on the ground, "Master, these two are too strange."
"Indeed." Jian Xiuyun nodded, "Once night falls, the Yin Corpse will return to its original appearance, and generally will not retain any sanity, but Mrs. Zhao still remembers Zhao Yu, and Zhao Bai's body is as hard as a rock. It's hard to even pierce, let alone chop."
As he said that, his eyes sank, "These two Yin corpses are very special, they should be carefully refined to make up for the shortcomings of ordinary Yin corpses."
Lin Liaoting's back felt cold when he heard that, "But didn't that demon cultivator die long ago? Who can train Yin corpses?"
Jian Xiuyun shook his head, "The only good news is that they are still afraid of fire."
As he spoke, he threw the Huozhangzi directly on Zhao Bai's body.
The flames jumped up in an instant, and then spread.
Zhao Bai twisted his body in pain, and finally made a sound, letting out bursts of screams.
The fire had already burned all his limbs, leaving only one head. Suddenly, he closed his mouth and looked behind Jian Xiuyun, with a flash of joy in his eyes.
Jian Xiuyun felt that something was wrong and turned around subconsciously.
Then something slammed into his arms.
Before he could react, there was a pain in his neck.
He lowered his head, and it was Mrs. Zhao who had lost her limbs, biting his neck fiercely with her bloody mouth open.
"Master!" Lin Liao Ting screamed, quickly drew out his sword, and slashed at Lady Zhao's neck.
The head and body separated instantly, but the strength on the neck did not loosen at all.
She exerted all her strength, and her sharp teeth pierced through her neck. Jian Xiuyun didn't dare to pull her directly, for fear of tearing off a layer of skin.
Looking at Lin Liaoting who was at a loss, he endured the pain and said, "Fire."
Lin Liaoting instantly understood.
He picked up the fire bag on the ground and set it on fire on Mrs. Zhao's head.
As soon as Lady Zhao's head touched the fire, she let out a scream, opened her mouth, and fell off Jian Xiuyun's body.
Lin Liaoting didn't show mercy this time, and directly burned her to ashes.
Then he went to check on Jian Xiuyun's injury.
There was a patch of blackness on Jian Xiuyun's slender and fair neck, which continued to spread. The two holes bitten out by sharp teeth were bleeding continuously, which looked extremely terrifying.
Lin Liao Ting's face turned pale instantly, and said: "Master! Your neck..."
Looking at his expression, Jian Xiuyun knew that it would not be too good. He tried to maintain his composure and dealt with it: "It's just a corpse poison. We'll deal with it later. Let's leave here first."
"Okay." Lin Liao Ting replied.
The two turned and walked out.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, he saw a dense crowd of people standing outside.
Hearing the noise, they raised their heads neatly and looked at them. Like the Zhao couple, the whites of their eyes disappeared, leaving only the black pupils, occupying the entire eye sockets, exuding a deep dead air.
Li Zheng was standing at the front.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Jian Xiuyun felt a chill in his heart.
It turns out that there are no living people in the ancient stone city.
Lin Liao Ting at the side didn't expect this to be the case, he approached him unconsciously, and said in a low voice: "Master, the whole town is full of ghosts, but we have no fire."
Jian Xiuyun lowered his right hand from his neck, gripped the Qinghan sword tightly, and said, "It seems that we can only fight hard."
"Disciple understands!" Hearing this, Lin Liaoting drew out his sword and rushed out.
These yin corpses are easier to kill than the Zhao couple, but they are troublesome. They have to cut off their limbs first, and then behead them. In addition, there are too many of them. Jian Xiuyun was injured again, and they were also at a disadvantage for a while. .
In less than two sticks of incense, Jian Xiuyun felt that he couldn't hold on anymore.
To kill a ghost corpse, you must exercise energy, and exercise energy will speed up the circulation of corpse poison in the body, which is simply a vicious circle.
He felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he could no longer hold the sword.
Lin Liao Ting at the side also found out, and while beheading a ghost corpse, he asked, "Master, are you alright?"
Jian Xiuyun shook his head with strong support, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
As he spoke, he clenched the Qinghan Sword again, forcibly raised his power, and continued to kill the Yin Corpse.
I don't know how long it took to kill, Jian Xiuyun felt that the tiger's mouth that he had cut was numb, but the corpses in front of him were still rushing towards them like a tide.
The corpse poison in the body circulated faster and faster, Jian Xiuyun only felt his eyes go dark, his body shook, and he fell backwards.
There was no imagined pain, but a warm embrace.
Jian Xiuyun's eyes turned dark, and he couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly. He thought it was Lin Liao Ting, struggling to stand up, and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay, just a little dizzy."
The man didn't say anything, just pressed him into his arms, his movements were gentle and strong.
Jian Xiuyun felt that something was wrong, so he tried to open his eyes wide.
The darkness in front of him finally dissipated a little, and he saw a young man.
He is very tall, and I can only reach his chin. He is wearing a silver mask, and his face cannot be seen clearly, but his face is fair, with sharp edges and corners.
Based on his many years of experience in looking at faces, Jian Xiuyun preliminarily judged that he should be a person with good looks.
Although he didn't know who it was, it gave him a familiar feeling.
"It's over." He lowered his head and said to Jian Xiuyun.