Sure enough, the good spirit is not the bad spirit, the system is going to be on the road of the pit father, all the way to the black, and intends to play him to death?

But it's too much fun, isn't it?

Broken sorrow's face was gloomy and extremely ugly, he was real now, and he didn't even have the strength to complain. Eight and one Chinese ??? .?8 (VIII)

Wu Yue didn't find it, this corpse king is going to be resurrected first, the dead corpse king, there is still a fight with confidence, if this is alive..............

Hehe, master and apprentice go to hell together!

"You're here. ”

The sound of the flute stopped, and a calm voice came, and then it sounded again, mournful and mournful, indescribable sadness, and inexhaustible sadness.

His eyes moved away from the coffin of the Xuanhuang Emperor and the blood of the palace lamp, and he turned his head sadly, looking at the source of Xiao Yin, and his eyes showed a touch of surprise.

It was a young man, he was as purple as a flower, his face was like a knife, and his eyes were purple and golden, like stars in the night, bright and deep, exuding a strange charm.

Although the white robe is old, it is very neat, but on its body, there is still a lingering blood and edge.

This breath and edge are very familiar, and this person is actually flowing and precipitating Wu Yue's sword blood and edge!

Seeing this, his eyes were cold, and there was already a touch of evil between his eyebrows.

A tube of jade flute is emerald green and crystalline, and it seems that it can't bear such a sad sound at this time, and several cracks have already been cracked, and the cracks are together, the sad sound is incomplete, but it is even more sad.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his body was pale and bloodless, and his eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water, without waves.

Ten feet around him, the ground was full of corpses, white bones were piled up, I don't know how long it had rotted, and under the bones of Sen Sen, there was a layer of gray bone meal.

"You're that purple-eyed zombie!!Drink my disciple's sword blood?!"

Breaking sorrow and snorting coldly, the cold light in his eyes burst, the sword finger was raised, and there was a golden brilliant sword gang floating and spitting, crushing the air, and making a whining sword whistle.

It seems that in the next moment, Jian Gang will burst out, cut its level, and kill it!

"A hundred years of people, a thousand years of corpses, relatives and friends withered bones, the world is silent, you can do it. ”

Putting down the jade flute, the young man spoke, his voice was calm, a dead air emanated from his body, the white robe rose and fell, and there was a sense of depression rising in the hall, and he had already had the intention of death.

"Since you are bent on death, then I will fulfill you!"

Broken sorrow's heart moved slightly, but his face was cold, and the sword pointed and moved, and a brilliant Tianlin sword roared out.

The golden divine sword, slashing the void, surging like a rainbow, the momentum is incomparable, and the sharp edge of the qi shatters the white bones and corpses all the way.

The young man's expression was calm, his eyes were sharp and sharp, he did not dodge or dodge, he was peaceful and quiet, and in this line of life and death, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Bang .........."

"You're ..........."

The young man was a little stunned, the huge sword was actually the moment before it touched the broken body, it exploded and scattered, and the fragmented sharp sword qi scattered and splashed in all directions, shattering the robe, leaving small sword marks on his face, neck, chest and arms, which healed in an instant.

He glanced at the young man deeply, and said with some surprise: "You have no resentment in your body, you should rarely kill, your blood is very light, except for my disciple, you don't seem to have sucked the blood of others!"

The astonishment dissipated, the young man shook his head, a trace of irrepressible sadness appeared on his face, and said: "I was seriously injured and almost died by your apprentice's sword, out of instinct, I sucked half of his sword blood, and then, in order to remedy, I also replenished half of his blood. ”

"But don't worry, your apprentice hasn't turned into a zombie, it's only good for him, no harm!"

Seeing the gradually cold gaze of Xuan Sorrow, the young man realized something, looked at the other party, said calmly, and then looked serious, word by word: Even if I want my soul to be scattered, I will never kill and take blood. ”

"There is a zombie like you!" A look of surprise appeared in his eyes, looking at the sky above the blood pool in the center of the hall, he shook his head, and said with a smile: "Your corpse king is about to be resurrected, and when he comes out, I'm afraid that the first one will shoot you to death." ”

"You mean you're leaving?" The young man's eyes gradually gave birth to a monstrous hatred, as if the endless sea could be overturned, and he said coldly: "If he wakes up, I will be the first to suck his blood dry!"

Speechless, a little dumbfounded, he said, "You are really disobedient." ”

The young man was silent, frowned, and said: "Listen to your tone, you were originally a human, why did you become a zombie now? ”

The young man looked up at the coffin of the Xuanhuang Emperor above the main hall, his face was distorted and painful, his eyes showed endless pathos, he was silent for a few breaths, he exhaled lightly, and said bitterly: "It's been a thousand years, and many things have been blurred and I can't remember clearly. ”

"I only remember that a thousand years ago, a group of Taoists came to the village, lifeless and unkind. Among them, the leader of the old way, said that I have the blood of the corpse ancestor Drought Fish in my body, half human and half corpse, destined to be extraordinary, let me go with him, I don't want to, they slaughtered our entire mountain villa. ”

"That night, the blood moon hung high, corpses were everywhere, my father, uncle, cousin and sister all fell in a pool of blood, gone, my dearest relatives were gone, everything was gone!"

At this point, the young man's expression calmed down, but his eyes were extremely cold, and a trace of trilling in his words betrayed him.

Obviously, the young man was not as calm as he appeared, but was so bitter and hateful that for thousands of years, everything has been vaguely forgotten, but this part of the past has become clearer and clearer, and it has never been erased.

Hearing the young man tell about the past, he already had some understanding in his heart, if he expected it to be true, the group of Taoists he met thousands of years ago should be the people of the Yin Corpse Sect, and the leading old Dao, ten likely, is the corpse soul real person.

It's just that the slaughter of the entire mountain village for no reason is a moment of anger, or a long time ago, and there is no way to know if the sorrow is broken.

"I slept for a hundred years, and when I woke up again, I appeared in that wasteland of bones, and there was nothing left, nothing but that memory!"

"I wandered every day, sometimes sober, sometimes chaotic, but I kept the bottom line, forced myself to feed on zombies and ghost trees, until hundreds of years ago, I appeared in a cave, where countless creatures were buried, and the blood was filled, wandering endless zombies!"

"Every once in a while, new creatures appear in the caves, beasts, humans, and even immortal monks. ”

"I've never stopped stopping it, but no one wants to trust a zombie, they'd rather stay in a cave and sacrifice blood than come out. ”

"There are even some people who pretend to get close to me and win my trust, but the purpose is only to harm me and hold me hostage, they pretend to be smart, and in the end they often bury their corpses and turn into new zombies. ”

(End of chapter)