"Undead Legion, what's going on?" asked Mu Lanlan.

Fang Hao didn't elaborate on what was going on.

He felt a powerful force from the undead he had killed, and this was formed by the condensation of thousands of remnant souls, and it was impossible for a single undead to do this, so he guessed that there must be an army of undead in this West Lake.

Maybe that holy relic is also in the hands of the undead legion.

Fang Hao changed the topic and said, "Do you know the underworld?"

Mu Lanlan nodded and said, "I know, ghost cultivators." ”

It was such a coincidence that the day before yesterday he fused the avenue of a ghost cultivator woman, so he learned the mystery of the avenue of ghost cultivation.

"Why are the undead immortal?" asked Mu Lanlan.

Fang Hao said: "That's true, in tens of thousands of years, the remnants of the undead should always be wiped out, but they won't be destroyed, that shows a point." ”

"What?" asked Mu Lanlan.

"Dragon Soul Power!" Fang Hao said.

"What?Dragon Soul?, do you mean the Dragon Soul of the Holy Dragon buried in the ruins of this Ten Thousand Saints Mountain?" asked Mu Lanlan in surprise.

Fang Hao also gasped and said, "Probably, if it is really a dragon soul, then this undead legion exists for the dragon soul." ”

It is normal for the soul of a holy dragon to survive for 100,000 years.

Only the dragon soul can give immortality to the soul of the undead legion.

"Then speaking of which, the martial artists who enter the ruins of the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain will be destroyed, including us. Mu Lanlan analyzed.

How could she not know that even if the Holy Dragon was a dragon soul, it was so powerful that the disciples who had entered the ruins of the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain could not handle it.

"According to that, the dragon soul of that holy dragon is the undead army he summoned, so what is the purpose?" asked Mu Lanlan.

Fang Hao shook his head and said, "Maybe it's ambition, I want revenge." ”

"Ambition can't be talked about, it's all dead. Mu Lanlan said.

Fang Hao slowly exhaled and said, "In another form, why don't we be." ”

Mu Lanlan said: "Although that's what I said. ”

In fact, she didn't know how to refute Fang Hao's words, she also knew that death was not far away, and she would face death anytime and anywhere.

"On the upper left side of the West Cold Lake, do you want to go over?" Fang Hao asked.

Mu Lanlan nodded slightly, she wanted to see how powerful the undead legion was.

And she also has her own life-saving hole card, even if she can't deal with the undead legion, she won't drag Fang Hao back.

......

About a hundred breaths of time.

Fang Hao, Mu Lanlan, and a Thunderbolt King Kong bear stopped.

Because in front of them, dozens of warriors appeared.

And these dozens of martial artists actually had disciples of the eight major forces, and even the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect and the Shuiqing Palace were mixed in them.

"Undead?" asked Mu Lanlan.

She found that this group of warriors were expressionless, as if they were puppets.

Fang Hao nodded and said, "Yes, the undead are possessed, you should be careful." ”

He wouldn't be afraid of these undead possessing him, because they didn't have the opportunity to do so.

After all, Fang Hao's soul was too strong, so powerful that they didn't even have the slightest chance to possess themselves.

Zheng!

Suddenly, the group of warriors in front of them launched an attack on Fang Hao and Mu Lanlan.

Their purpose was to seriously injure Fang Hao and Mu Lanlan, and then possess them.

After all, after a serious injury, it is not only the body that is severely damaged, but also the soul of oneself.

And Mu Lanlan was already injured, if she was injured again, it would be very dangerous.

Even if Fang Hao had a way to kill the undead who possessed Mu Lanlan, he might also have to pay the price of death, after all, if he used a powerful soul power, the powerhouse in this world would definitely be able to feel it.

And how could they allow a martial artist with the soul power above the Heavenly Realm to exist.

A martial artist above the Holy Realm can kill him in an instant, this is an inevitable thing.

Because his cultivation is too low, no matter how strong his soul power is, he can't prevent a strong man who is thousands of miles away and kills him in an instant.

Bang!

Mu Lanlan immediately fought with this group of warriors who were possessed by the undead.

And Fang Hao also joined the ranks of the battle.

"Broken Jade Slash!"

Bang!

As his sword slashed out, the sword qi was like a river overturning the sea, bringing out the fury of thunder.

Bang!

The more than a dozen martial artists in front of them who were possessed by the undead were suddenly splashed with flesh and blood by Fang Hao's sword.

At the same time, the undead who possessed those martial artists wanted to take the opportunity to leave, but Fang Hao would not let them go.

Whisk!

With a wave of Fang Hao's hand, the flames that diffused from his hands immediately burned this group of undead to ashes.

After a while, Fang Hao and Mu Lanlan, as well as a Thunderbolt King Kong Bear, killed more than fifty martial artists who were possessed by the undead.

"How can their combat effectiveness be so strong, they can't be killed by a direct hit to their fatal parts. Mu Lanlan kicked and said.

Fang Hao said: "Of course, they are possessed by the undead, which is equivalent to the existence of a puppet, but they are stronger than a puppet, but the period of possession of this undead is only three weeks and a day." ”

"Well, I know, three Sundays is the limit of the physical body after the death of a Half-Saint Realm martial artist. Mu Lanlan nodded.

"But three weeks is enough for this undead army to destroy all the disciples who have been trained. Mu Lanlan said.

It's just a small fraction of the undead that suddenly come across.

Warriors who are about to die are very likely to be possessed by other undead spirits, thus controlling their physical bodies.

"Hmm. Fang Hao responded.

In the ruins of this Wansheng Mountain, there is an extra danger, that is, the army of the undead, and the enemy behind the scenes, the dragon soul.

Fang Hao hadn't tracked down the direction where the dragon soul was, and he wouldn't rush forward now, it wasn't too late to be optimistic about the situation before making the next move.

But he locked another dragon soul aura, right in the middle of the West Cold Lake.

In this West Cold Lake, the fog is shrouded, and the warrior who enters here is even more dead, and so far, he has not seen a living warrior.

All of them are warriors who are possessed by the spirits of the dead after death.

The undead are not unusual, after all, this is a strange world.

Fang Hao turned his eyes to look at Mu Lanlan, and then asked, "The injury on your back is almost better, right?"

Hearing this, Mu Lanlan raised her eyebrows and asked, "How do you know that I have an injury on my leg." ”

Fang Hao smiled bitterly: "I'm sorry. ”

Seeing this, Mu Lanlan's face suddenly turned crimson, and she rarely blushed.

But she nodded without saying anything: "It's nothing in the way." ”

"Who would have left you with this fatal wound?" Fang Hao knew that this was not the injury she had suffered in the ruins of the Ten Thousand Saints Mountain.