Liangyin did not answer the two's words, and looked steadily at Qingluo in the distance: "Are you staying in the village, or are you going to go up the mountain together?"
"Go up the mountain." The young man answered Liangyin directly without thinking.
Liang Yin lowered his eyes slightly, covering the emotions in his eyes, turned his head and left towards the mountain without saying another word.
The boy who walked last. Looking at the girl's slender back, her eyes flickered and she pursed her lips.
"Senior brother, are you angry?" Bai He turned to look at the tense-faced young man beside him, with a stunned expression.
Recently, she noticed that her senior brother was distracted more and more often.
"No." Qing Luo responded coldly, raised his feet and strode away.
"Senior brother, wait for me!" Bai He quickly ran forward and kept up with Qing Luo's pace.
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Tall bushes blocked out the sun.
Maybe it's because of the foggy night, even with the fire fold in my hand. You can't see too far around.
Even though it's summer now, the coldness all around makes people get goosebumps all over their bodies.
Lu Feng took the long sword in his hand and cut off the thorns blocking the middle of the road. The disciples behind him followed one after another.
Everyone had a lit fire in their hands, but even so, the surroundings were completely dark.
"Ouch!" Bai He, who was walking behind him, suddenly exclaimed. Everyone turned around suddenly and drew their swords.
"What's wrong, little junior sister?!"
"No, it's okay, I just tripped." Bai He said sheepishly, then turned to Qing Luo, who had just helped her, and said, "Thank you, senior brother."
"It's okay." Qing Luo's voice didn't rise much.
Liang Yin, who was walking in front, looked back at the two people's intimate movements, and his eyes darkened. She held the hilt of the sword tightly with her hand: "If nothing happens, just leave."
As soon as Liangyin finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something, and his expression suddenly condensed: "Everyone, be careful, something is coming!"
At this moment, there was a sudden strong wind around, and the strong wind was like the sound of a ghost whimpering.
There was a loud splashing and chirping, as if there were countless people surrounding them, laughing, playing, and taunting them...
A group of eight people stood back to back, holding the sword in their hands and looking around vigilantly.
There was a crash! A skeletal hand suddenly burst out of the ground.
Liangyin felt a sudden tightening in her ankle. When she lowered her head, she saw a dense white bone grabbing her ankle.
Liangyin's eyes narrowed. He swung his sword fiercely and cut it off.
"Ah! Help!" The disciple's scream came from beside him.
Liangyin turned her head sharply. I saw a disciple being caught by two corpses covered in ulcers.
Even one of the dead bodies. Opening a big, festering mouth, he bit the disciple's arm.
Liangyin swung her sword fiercely to cut it off. Without stopping, she swung her sword again and chopped off the corpse's head far away.
At this time, the venue was already in chaos, and they were surrounded by countless dead bodies.
Even if everyone works together to strangle them, these corpses are not afraid of pain at all. It can only be killed by cutting off its head.
In fact, the cultivation level of these corpses is not high, but there are too many of them. In this kind of wheel battle, they cannot take much advantage.
Soon the few of them gained the upper hand.
"Senior Sister, it must be the dead ghost cultivator who is controlling these corpses. If we don't kill the fierce ghost cultivator, these corpses will not be killed!"
Lu Feng suddenly chopped off the head of a corpse, turned his head, and said something serious to Liang Yin.
Liangyin hit a corpse on the shoulder, kicked it away, and frowned tightly as he looked at the densely packed corpses surrounding him. "Lu Feng, look for an opportunity to send off a flare!"
Tear! There was a loud noise, and the flare lit in Lu Feng's hand shot into the sky.
When the sky was about to cool down, a black shadow suddenly rushed over and intercepted the signal bomb instantly.
"Then, what is that?!"
The surrounding disciples were shocked.
The sky that was bright just now suddenly darkened. The black shadow chuckled, and the afterimage swept away suddenly, standing on the big tree nearby, and the black shadow laughed coldly:
"You bullshit monks still want to send out flares for support. It's so unreasonable! No one of you can escape today!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.
The black figure seemed to notice the difference in Qing Luo's surrounding aura, his strange eyes narrowed, and a sinister smile appeared at the corner of his wrinkled mouth.
The ghost cultivator jumped fiercely and grabbed Qing Luo, who had his back turned to him.
Liang Yin raised her head and saw this scene. Without thinking too much, she flew forward.
But just because of this, the weakness of her back was exposed. Seeing this, a dead body grabbed Liang Yin's back.
The sound of muscle tearing was heard, and blood dripped for a moment.
There was a burning pain on his back, which made Liang Yin shrink back and widen his eyes.
Even so, Liangyin's movements did not stop at all.
She fiercely waved the long sword in her hand, and struck the ghost cultivator's dark claws with one strike. Blocking behind Qing Luo.
Qing Luo suddenly turned around, and after seeing the wound on the girl's back, his pupils suddenly shrank. The hands holding the sword tightened fiercely.
The ghost cultivator didn't expect that there was a powerful one among this group, so he couldn't help laughing coldly, and attacked Liang Yin again.
The power of the ghost cultivator who turned into a fierce ghost is so powerful. Even if Liangyin's cultivation was good, it would be difficult for him to persist for too long and he would soon fall behind.
He was swept away by the fierce ghost, kicked in the abdomen, and fell to the ground.
And at this moment, Bai He was beaten by a dead body and rolled to Liang Yin's side.
At this time, the ghost cultivator once again raised the sharp claws in his hand and quickly grabbed Liangyin.
In the midst of this electric light and flint, Qing Luo looked at the two people sitting in the distance, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he rushed forward. Looking at their faces, a look of struggle flashed in their eyes.
Liangyin, who fell to the ground unable to get up, seemed to feel a white figure running over. She suddenly turned her head and saw a young man in white running over.
Qingluo...!
The young man's brows frowned tightly. The worried face overlapped with the face in memory.
Liangyin's eyes turned red instantly, not knowing whether it was because he was worried about Qingluo, or because Qingluo came to save him...
The boy's figure is getting closer and closer. Liangyin stretched out her hand towards the young man, but at this moment, the young man directly grabbed Bai He beside her and rolled to the side.
Liang Yin was suddenly startled, his eyes widened in shock, and then there was a sudden pain in his chest.
A tearing pain came over him.
Her hand was still frozen in the air, but her chest had been penetrated by the ghost cultivator's hand.
Qing Luo raised his head from the ground and saw Liang Yin's chest pierced by the ghost cultivator's claw at a glance. The corners of his mouth were bloodshot and he was looking at him with disappointment and sadness... until the ghost cultivator took out his hand and fell to the ground. At this moment, Qingluo's mind went blank.