The most invisible blood in the corpse formation. Once it is stained with blood, it is like sugar that falls on the ground easily provokes ants. The corpses within a certain range will be attracted by the bloody smell and will rush to gather.
At this time, a burst of frost and cold air came, and the ground was instantly covered with a thin layer of frost. The violent corpses were sealed one by one, and a circle of ice walls was erected around the crowd like a fence. The boy from an unknown family said, "Xun Ziyuan, why didn't you take it out earlier? We've been busy for so long!"
As soon as the words fell, Xuan Zikang sneered mercilessly: "Do you think that the spiritual energy consumed by our family's ice art can be returned by eating a few more bowls of rice? What should we do if there is another corpse-inducing formation in the spiritual power? It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk!"
Xuan Zikang has always been mean, and the young man pouted and stopped talking. Someone couldn't help the sudden cold, rubbed his arms and said, "...Ah!... It's so cold..."
Tang Zhuo quietly turned his head and saw a pair of icy blue eyes who were looking over. He secretly pricked up his ears and heard Xuan Ziyuan's indifferent voice saying: "The ice wall won't last long, you should find a way to get rid of the soul hand first."
Xuan Zilin reluctantly said, "But that little bit of soul is elusive, and now we are trapped by corpses again, it's really—"
The corpse has arrived.
Those corpses seemed to be attracted by some delicious food, and they slammed into the ice wall one after another frantically. The teenagers who were closer to the ice wall were scared back a few steps and shouted: "Come in!!! Come in! It's gone!!!"
Those corpses were really attracted temporarily. Some were covered in mud, as if they had been dug out of a grave. Some had only half of their heads, their brains exposed, their bodies rotted to half, and maggots twisting all over their bodies. Fortunately, the ice wall is genuine, and it deserves to consume so much spiritual power. Although it has been destroyed for a while, it is still unbreakable. Tang Zhuo finally waited for the opportunity and drew his sword out of its sheath.
The evil spirits turned and stabbed abruptly into the distance. A mass of black fog was stabbed and scattered, and a mass of white shadows fell and turned on their backs, about to slip away. Immediately, the black qi rages against evil spirits, like a big hand grabbing the soul-pointing hand, who knows that the soul-pointing hand turns into a puff of smoke and flew towards the Huangfu!
Everyone subconsciously wanted to chase, but the place was surrounded by corpses and could not break through at all. Someone wanted Yujian, but found that after a chaotic fight, his spiritual power was almost exhausted, and he was afraid that he would fall off the sword soon.
The group of corpses collided more violently, and small cracks appeared one after another in the ice wall.
Tang Zhuo was silent for a moment, as if he had made up his mind, turned his hands to do tricks, and was instantly surrounded by black air, scaring the people around him to hide to the side like a flood. Tang Zhuo jumped up to ward off evil spirits and walked away with the black qi!
Just as he jumped down from the Yellow Mansion, a chubby shadow slammed into it. The shadow fell to the ground with an "ouch", rubbed his butt, crawled over and grabbed Tang Zhuo's clothes, crying, "This little brother, you have to save me!!!"
The one who came was that old master Shen. Tang Zhuo had been suffocating in the crowd and did not dare to speak. Today, he has been busy beating and killing the dead, and he was so depressed. At this time, his ears were suddenly screamed by the living, and he was slightly moved by the pain. . He casually guarded that Master Shen behind him and stepped into the door. I saw a black silhouette of a man with an unstable center of gravity standing under a brightly lit room. It was Master Shen.
Master Shen hid behind and timidly said: "Just, just now I was guarding the coffin in the ancestral hall, but suddenly that yellow... That monster broke in, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and entered the coffin, Then Akun's body stood up from the coffin, stood up, and kept chasing me."
Seeing that the corpse was about to come this way, Master Shen quickly shrank behind the wall and stuck out half of his head. Tang Zhuo quickly drew a Taoist talisman and photographed it on Master Shen. Those talismans hit Young Master Shen, sparks scattered everywhere, Young Master Shen trembled all over, as if he had lost his bones, and his appearance was terrifying. The next moment, the Soul Pointer flew out.
Immediately, there were several more talismans, and "Huahuahua" flew towards it. This time is good, the soul hand wants to escape, but the left can't turn into smoke, the right can't fly, it seems to be exhausted and exhausted, and it is firmly fixed on the ground.
Everyone in the Xuanmen knows that the spiritual power or mana required for the formation of a corpse formation should not be underestimated. Bigger than the sky, it actually attracted a mighty and jaw-dropping number of corpses. No wonder it didn't stay in the corpse array, but hurriedly escaped and returned to the Huang Mansion to take away the body of Young Master Shen. Presumably this time, even if it escaped by chance, it would have to die for a while before continuing to do evil.
With the evil spirits in hand, Tang Zhuo was about to take its life on the spot, when suddenly a figure appeared, holding a kitchen knife and madly slashing towards the Soul Pointer.
This time, not only Master Shen, but also Tang Zhuo was stunned.
The woman in the filial attire held the knife and laughed smugly. It was the woman she met in the ancestral hall. Seemingly venting the resentment in her heart, she then threw away the kitchen knife, turning a blind eye to the two of them, laughing and dancing away. That appearance looked quite terrifying, but it also vaguely revealed a hint of desolation.
"People who have lost their souls will exaggerate their love, hate, joy, anger, and anger towards something countless times, and do some unusual behaviors in the eyes of ordinary people..."
When Master Shen saw this scene, he directly retracted the protruding half of his head behind the wall.
Although Tang Zhuo has doubts in his heart, many things have not been clarified yet, but after weighing the two, he still intends to rush back to the corpse-inducing formation first. Before leaving, he saw that Soul Hand was slowly shrinking. He lifted the white cloak that was empty on the ground, and saw that Soul Hand was covered with knives, and his body had shrunk to the size of a dog. , grew yellow hair, and a pair of cloudy eyes that were lifeless, like a weasel.
After the Soul Pointing Hand was dead, Tang Zhuo stopped staying, and Yu Jian rushed to the corpse-inducing formation.
Looking down from mid-air, it looks more shocking than the ground. The group of corpses was really mighty, like countless ants. After so long, they still kept going one after the other without getting discouraged, and the ice wall made bursts of roars. When I landed on the eaves and looked at it, I was even more shocked, and I saw that the ice wall had already cracked one after another with terrifying lengths, and it was about to shatter!
The crowd was crowded, and there was a flash of light everywhere. A spirit sword flew out in a circle and came back, but was so frightened by this scene that he didn't want to stay away from its master, and the boy who was wielding the sword was so angry that he slapped it, and said with hatred that iron was not steel: "How can I have your sword? , is less courageous than me, and doesn't have my demeanor at all!!"
Tang Zhuo was so anxious that he stamped his feet on the eaves, unable to make up his mind for a while. But in the next instant, a faint bell rang out from under the dark sky.
For a moment, the ringtone came from nowhere. It was crisp and melodious, and the sound drifted slowly. In such a terrifying scene, it was like a clear spring, making everyone in the ice wall quiet. The harsh sound of several hard objects intersecting is particularly noticeable. It turns out that it was a young boy who couldn't bear such a terrifying scene. He broke the jar and began to break the ice wall, trying to go out and find a way out. He was stopped and said, "Stop!"
The bell continued to ring, slow and slow, subtle and firm, like a ferryman on Huangquan Road gently swinging the silver bell in his hands, and the cold air slowly passed through the layers of darkness, soaking people's hearts.
Almost at the moment when the boy put down his sword, a chill swept across the ground with hoarfrost. Suddenly another light flashed, and a dart of a folding fan broke through the wind, with extremely sharp blades installed on it, drawing an arc among the corpses, and wherever they went, the corpses fell down one by one A head rolls on the ground!
The folding fan flies back. Tang Zhuo followed the fan and saw a figure sitting leisurely on the eaves under a clear moon, playing with a folding fan. He was wearing a gray light shirt, with a pair of frivolous phoenix eyes, red lips and white teeth, with a three-pointed femininity.
This young man's name is Fu Naichuan, and among the hundreds of Xuanmen schools, he is unanimous and ruthless, and is wanted by the government all the way. Ten years ago, after the Fu family was destroyed by the Xuan family, this person was against the Xuan family almost everywhere. The current head of the Xuan family, Xuan Hao, hated him to the core, and the one that made all the Xuan family crusade against him the most. He killed the former head of the Xuan family, Xuan Yiqing, with his own hands. Later, it was rumored that there were treasures related to the ingenious art of the Fu family buried in the tomb of the Fu family. Actually, a group of Wang family members ran to dig the ancestral tomb of the Fu family. That is, on that day, a passerby was thirsty and wanted to ask for a bowl of water, but saw that the door was blown open by the overcast wind, and the courtyard was full of mess, and Fu Naichuan was sitting on the pile of blood dripping corpses, tilting his head sadly. look at him.
Therefore, everyone's evaluation of him is: he has lost his conscience.
But if you mention him, you will also get a sigh of relief.
Fu Naichuan used to be a talented young man, one of the three masters of swordsmanship in Xuanmen, and he also learned a good skill in the Fu family. At the age of 15, he created his own swordsmanship "Moving the Flowers and Asking the Steps", and amazed four people at a hundred family banquet held in Lingxi, Lin's family. Unfortunately, no second person learned it, and the Fu family was destroyed in the second month. The swordsmanship also disappeared forever with Fu Naichuan's changes. And Fu Naichuan himself, like this self-created swordsmanship, was short-lived, and after a few years of glory, it cooled down like fireworks and disappeared into the world. After the Fu family was destroyed, this person did not know what he had gone through to degenerate into such a state, which made people sigh with embarrassment.
However, there was another person who was elusive with him.
Immediately afterwards, a strong sword qi struck.
The sword was coldly glowing with silver light, and a silver frost wave pattern was painted on its blade. A dark shadow passed by and landed on the eaves, together with the man in gray, it really looked like—
"Black and white impermanence."
The palms of a young man in white were soaked with sweat. He was so anxious that he couldn't control his voice and shouted: "What do I do now? What kind of shit luck did I have today? Why did I get into this corpse-inducing array inexplicably, and I was surrounded by a group of stinking corpses and scraping the wall. I can’t escape, I’m dying, and these two people are here to give me the last blow???!!!”
The young man's eyes were really red, he kept walking around, grabbing his hair and squatting on the ground and yelling.
The man in black was wearing a mask, his eyes were extremely cold, he was wearing fingerless gloves, and his body exuded a murderous aura. He is often elusive with Fu Naichuan, and he has excellent swordsmanship, but he is extremely mysterious. No one knows his name, so he has been called "nameless".
Just under this heavy blow, a creepy sound came from the ice wall.
The ice wall is broken!
It was as if the floodgates had been opened, and the corpses came pouring out in the sea. In an instant, the sound of shock and the sound of swords rang out, and not only the corpse fell to the ground, but also the people wearing various family robes.
Tang Zhuo couldn't hold back any longer, jumped desperately, and rushed into the formation wrapped in a burst of black air. At this moment, the formation was really a purgatory on earth, and the mourning sounded all over the place. Tang Zhuo raised his sword to defend himself, while he pulled up an unconscious person from the ground, and flew out of the corpse-inducing formation with his back on his back. The man opened his eyes weakly on his back. When he saw the black air all over his body, he was so scared that he struggled desperately. Tang Zhuo quickly put the man in a safe place, turned and flew back into the formation, and then carried another person away.
In the face of such a large group of corpses, everyone has long given up the idea of removing them. Now, getting out is the best policy!
Tang Zhuo didn't know how many times he returned to the corpse-inducing formation. He had just picked up the people on the ground very skillfully and looked up. He found the corpses that had been served one after the other, from far to near, and slowly stopped. Action, looked around in a daze, then, turned around one by one, opened his mouth silently in one direction, and left slowly.
The originally crazy sword light slowly dimmed, and the formation was already a tragic scene. Tang Zhuo froze in place, listening intently, only to hear a strange and slow sound of a leaf flute amidst the chaotic sound, as if it contained infinite magic.
Looking up, under the clear moon, the man in black has disappeared, and the young man in gray is still sitting on the eaves, with his eyes closed gently, playing a flute that has just been taken off.
Tang Zhuo couldn't help being stunned, thinking, why
The crowd still raised their swords to defend. I don't know how long it took before those corpses finally disappeared without a trace like the tide ebbs, and the sound of the leaf flute continued for a while, and finally it was gradually inaudible.
The author has something to say:
This pair of "black and white impermanence" are vice cp ha, both of them are people with stories