☆、0544_frightened

It's a wilderness. Withered vines and old trees are faint crows, probably this style of painting. The bad light gave everything an eerie look, small animals scurrying and writhing in the cracks of the stones and grass, and the twisted branches of dead trees in the distance seemed to form a ghostly face, and there were hanging ...... Hanging ...... Target......

I was open-minded, and I didn't really want to gather spiritual power to see if the hanging humanoid object was a human or not, because the face of the hanged person was said to be very hideous. However, it is not a solution to keep looking, because I found that there are many objects that are suspected to be corpses, including human corpses and animal corpses, as far as the eye can see.

I pinched the furball's hind paws to strengthen my courage, and the hairball kindly wrapped its tail around my hand as well. Then I saw clearly that it was really a human being, and as for the other suspected corpses, some were just my brain supplement, and some were really people.

The expressions of these corpses ranged from laughter, bitterness, fear to dazedness, but the common denominator was that they all scared me. Then, the way they rotted, I looked very similar to the captive who had just turned into mud. However, I have only seen rotting corpses in the materials before, so I can't say if this sense of resemblance is my delusion.

I looked around in a creep, and suddenly! I hated it suddenly! There was a corpse whose eyes were closed suddenly opened, and a smile broke into its mouth, the corners of which seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade, and his smile went straight to the base of his ear.

I stiffened my gaze at him, not because I didn't want to look away, but because I heard the sound of living things. It's not the sound of a small animal hiding in a crevice, but the sound of a body as large as a human being. As far as I can see, in addition to stones and dead trees that should not move, there are only corpses that should not move.

☆、0545_broken

If I encounter such a picture while watching a horror movie, I can immediately look away and wait for this paragraph to pass before watching it, or just turn off the video, or occasionally want to abuse myself, just watch it stiffly, scared to the point of cold sweat and body sore.

But now that there is no screen block, I can't avoid not looking, and I can't just watch without reacting.

The hairball reacted much more decently than I did, it broke away from my hand, stood on all fours on my shoulder, flicked its tail, and the corpse that had just fallen off the dead branch and broke an arm but staggered and stood up straight, with an arm bent strangely towards me, was tied back to the trunk by the dead branch.

I settled down, drew my sword and adjusted my spiritual power. These movable carrion corpses in front of me who don't know what they are, although they scare me when they look at them, but their cultivation is the highest in the early stage of Qi cultivation, and most of them have no cultivation at all, although there are more of them, the behavior pattern is uncertain, and the curvature of the limbs is difficult to estimate, but theoretically, as long as I don't have problems, they are impossible to pose a real threat to me and the hairball.

Thinking of this, I held the sword in both hands and took two deep breaths, inexplicably remembering the picture I saw in my previous life of a girl screaming and slapping a cockroach to death.

...... No, I don't scream. Well, to be serious, my sense of smell on a deep breath made out a trace of the same smell as the one emitted from the previous captive, not the stench of rotting meat, but the dead or ghostly smell tainted with resentment?

I didn't have time to think too much, so I cut off the head of the dog closest to me with a single sword, and then retreated to a place where there were relatively few corpses, but it was of little use, as the earth was broken from below, and corpses emerged from the ground.

I watched the corpse of the dog that I had cut down while I was on guard. When its head hit the ground, its eyes and mouth were still moving, but it was unable to move, and its body was still moving, but it seemed to lose its direction, bumping from side to side, sometimes falling, sometimes stumbling with stones or other corpses.

I cut off the limbs of the dogs, and found that after separation, they were still moving independently, and if they were close enough to each other, they would reunite to form a complete corpse.

It seems that just cutting it doesn't work. This time, when the sword was slashed, the spiritual power of the ice was injected into the chopped dog corpse, it was split in half, and the incision condensed into ice, and the ice quickly spread to the entire corpse, and finally 'snapped' to the ground, and the ice shattered and turned into slag.

I put some of the scum together and saw that they didn't recombine before I was relieved.

Finding a way, the rest is mechanical repetition.

☆、0546_hood

I don't have the slightest psychological burden on these things that look like zombies, judging people by their appearance is indeed one of the general criteria, but if they don't look so frightened, I have to consider whether they will be living creatures, whether they will just be under some vicious spell, and whether I should find out if there is a way to solve the curse.

Now, if you get close, you'll be broken.

I'm not here to cut down zombies, though, figuring out where this is and how to get out is the point.

I rose up with my sword and quickly circled the place. It's not a big place, it has a clear border, but I can't see what's beyond it, there's a layer of force that blocks the view and prevents me from leaving, like an opaque hemispherical shroud covering this place.

As I followed the border, there were zombies coming out of all directions and starting to move, as if my arrival had awakened them. What's worse is that the number of zombies with cultivation is gradually increasing, and if you compare it with a group of ten, then the zombies who wake up later, the higher the average cultivation. Although the highest cultivation level is still only in the early stage of Qi cultivation so far, there will be no good expectations if it continues like this.

I flew up a little more, but the hood was still the cover, and I couldn't find a hole.

Well, come to think of it, I must have been the ghost of the captive flesh and mud here, maybe he got the unreliable magic circle or even the magic weapon from here, maybe he sent me here for sacrifice, maybe, the zombies below are the ones who were sacrificed.

But as Chai Huou said, such a rudimentary magic circle, such a crude magic weapon, I don't believe that the guy who uses and provides that kind of thing will be a powerful existence, and in terms of statistics, the evil devil's crooked path can reach the limit of building the foundation, and the basic breakthrough to the golden pill is negligible, so the chance that I can't deal with the current situation is very, very small.

I floated high above and looked down on the movements of the zombies, trying to summarize the patterns of their appearance and activity, and a small number of bird zombies were able to fly to the same height as me to attack me, but all of them were slapped down by the hairball's paws.

Now I'm not in a hurry to destroy them completely, anyway, there are too many of them, and the new ones are too fast to solve the source, and it's useless to destroy the limited parts.

☆、0547_Boom

I observed for a while, and was disappointed to find that, if there was a pattern, there was only one: the drop point to which I was teleported could be considered the center. There are the most zombies gathered near this center, followed by the next most zombies directly below my current location. They all follow the breath of the living.

...... Wait a minute, if it's following the breath of the living, why are there so many fewer zombies gathered in my current location than there are in the teleportation landing point? I have stayed in my current location for twice as long as the landing point, even if I am floating in the air here, and the smell of the living is much weaker when it floats to the ground, why are there even more zombie birds wandering there to attack me?

I flew over the teleportation drop, gathered my spiritual power on my sword, and swung it down, blasting out a large crater.

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To explain, I have a lot of swords, but only one is used as a partner, and there are others that are used for flying, for arranging formations, etc. In addition, flying does not have to use a sword, there are special flying magic weapons, and there are more professional props for the formation.

It's just that for sword cultivation, the most convenient thing to use is always the sword, especially the only sword as a partner, no matter what you want to do. But the main function of this partner is to fight together, and sometimes it needs to be fought in the air, so you can't let this partner fly on its own and let it be used as a weapon, right?

When I cultivate a little higher, I can fly without necessarily stepping on a sword, and I can fly with a sword in my hand. However, there is still a habit problem in this matter, after all, when you learn to fly, you step on the sword, so when you can not step on it, you may not necessarily change your posture.

For example, Chai Huou, he is still used to flying with a sword by stepping on a sword, but if he is attacked during the flight, he can immediately hold the sword in his hand and attack and defend without delaying a minute. And even if he doesn't hold a sword in his hand, the sword is an extension of his body, and the sword can even assist in combat without direct contact with his body. If the arm makes the finger accurately stab, slash, and block......

However, it is still a matter of habit, even if many sword cultivators have a very high level of cultivation, they are also used to holding something in their hands, and they have the action of stabbing as soon as they move their hands, even if they may be separated from their attack target by 108,000 miles, the extension of their arms is not helpful for long-distance attacks at all.

Standing in a safe place with his hand cage in his sleeve and pointing out the country, that is the aesthetics of Fa cultivation, Confucian cultivation, not sword cultivation. Sword cultivation prefers to rush to the front line, from the soul to the meridians to the body to the tip of the sword, and the power rushes out. Destruction, destruction, precision strikes, the aftermath of the impact of power is fed back to the body, which is a kind of personal perception control.

- The aesthetics of violent maniac.

☆、0548_Recitation

I looked at the crater that I had blasted out, there was no smoke and dust, only a layer of ice that covered me, and I was disappointed to find that it was a simple pit, and the boss I thought would be hidden in it was completely gone.

It seems to have been a mistake.

I thought so. Suddenly! Again annoying sudden! I sank and fell straight down, and the sword could not slow down my fall, so I simply did not slow down, and followed the trend of falling, and struck another sword at the pit, but it had no effect other than to make the pit deeper.

I landed at the bottom of the pit with my sword, and the hairball landed on my shoulder.

"Mi. It squealed softly.

I also saw the zombies sliding down the ice one after the other. I tried again and was sure I couldn't fly.

Great, this is forcing me to fight zombies.

I let out a long sigh, and I didn't have more time to sigh, the zombies had rushed in front of me, the posture of rolling and crawling, the momentum of grabbing food, and the face that I didn't want to see anymore.

It's really how to look at how it is suitable to die.

But the more this place made me feel like I needed to kill zombies, the less I wanted to do it.

I ran up the pit wall, forcing the zombies on the road to retreat, but I still chopped it up, and after rushing out of the pit, I ran some distance and flew back into the air.

I looked at the crater, which was expanding, getting bigger and deeper, both radially and vertically, and thought:

Am I going to cheat myself?

I tried to stay as far away from the pit as I could, but the area was so limited that I quickly retreated to the border. The zombies were all gathered in the pit, but they all looked this way. That eye-wrenching scene made me can't help but start memorizing, reciting the transcendent chapter of the introductory learning materials of the Former Life Gate.

Then I noticed that the speed at which the zombies were unearthed had slowed down.

...... That, although I can endorse it, but I won't be able to operate with excessive spiritual power, that is, I memorize the superordinate chapter and the small yellow text, and it should be an effect here.

Thinking so, I memorized a section of the Yunxia Sect's swordsmanship...... Nonsense, of course I can't really memorize the little yellow text, it's okay to read that kind of text silently in my heart, it's shameful to read it.

As a result, when I memorized the swordsmanship, the zombies were unearthed faster than when I didn't memorize anything, so I switched back to the super chapter recitation, and their speed immediately slowed down again.

I tried the introduction to Confucianism, Dan cultivation, and planter, and finally determined that the transcendence chapter of the introduction to the Afterlife Gate did slow down the appearance of zombies, and also slowed down the speed of their activities.

Do I still have the talent to be a monk? No, I don't like bald heads.