There's something wrong with that.

Glancing at the corpses that were slowly approaching, Ning Qing looked at Ning Gou with inquiring eyes.

Ning Gou Yu held the sword in both hands, and his expression was still calm: the ghost was an illusion, and the corpses had nothing to do with the trapped formation, so it should be the work of the sneak attacker.

Ning Qing's face was slightly cold, whether it was a talisman or a weapon, he was not suitable for group combat.

Facing the sneak attacker's great summoning technique, he was really in a delicate mood, and asked, "Do you have a large-scale killing trick?" ”

Ning Gouyu shook his head and said, "I don't have any impression." ”

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment, and then realized that his little friend was an amnesiac person.

However, he usually reacts quickly to things when he sees them, and the things he thinks of are also very useful, and it is easy for Ning Qing to forget his fixed character of "amnesia".

"In that case, let's take a look first." Ning Qing said.

The little Vajra cover on his body was basically not attacked, and it didn't hurt to fight tentatively.

After thinking about it, he instructed again: "You are the main force behind the dog, pay more attention." ”

Ning Gou responded, and without waiting for Ning Qing's action, he took the lead in slashing out a sword.

This sword is just a temptation, Ning Gou didn't use much strength, and his moves were extremely ordinary.

However, such an ordinary sword still turned into a short sword light, like frost and snow, and went straight to the corpse a few feet away.

The sword light was silent, fluttering lightly without the slightest bit of fireworks, and in an instant, it was ignited into the army of slow-moving corpses.

In an instant, the rotting flesh and blood splattered, the discolored broken bones flew around, and a trace of fishy stench mixed into the wind, which made people almost sick.

Ning Qing's face remained unchanged, and when he took a look, he saw that wherever the sword light went, hundreds of corpses had been cleaned up, leaving only a deep sword mark on the soft soil.

This is the first time Ning Qing has seen Ning Gou's remaining moves, but he didn't expect the level to be quite high. Ning Gou's sword intent is not good Ning Qing said, after all, he didn't do his best, but Jian Gang was clear at a glance, and he could really be called transparent and condensed and swayed freely.

"Well done." Ning Qing praised without hesitation, and then joined the battle circle one by one.

Without the help of any blades, Ning Qing only relied on a pair of legs, taking advantage of the convenience of his light body, relying on the air and momentum to attack the corpse.

He doesn't pay attention to routines, he only adheres to the tenet of being fast and not breaking, and tries to increase the number of his attacks, and for a while he has a hearty taste.

The corpse moved slowly, had no mind at all, and its strength was only equivalent to the middle stage of the forging body, and it was completely unable to dodge Ning Qing's continuous attacks, and the sound of broken bones was endless.

Ning Gou Yu followed closely behind him, the sword shadow in his hand did not stop, bringing up patches of blood rain, and the white robe flew without staining the slightest.

The one-sided slaughter, the mass grave gradually became a Shura field.

The ground beneath his feet soon turned a dark red, the stench grew stronger, and the sound of the soil began again.

"That's not right!" Ning Qing suddenly stopped attacking, and Ning Gou was on guard and retreated to his original place.

The corpse chaser boy was already scared and cried, squatting on the ground and retching, and when he saw Ning Qing and them coming back, he involuntarily shook his body.

Ning Qing glanced at him and no longer cared, watching the smashed corpses in front of him wriggle and reorganize, once again forming a complete corpse with a strange shape, standing there motionless.

"If you continue like this, you can't kill you can't kill it." Ning Qing's tone was light, his eyes looked at the light mask on his body that had dimmed a lot, and he suddenly asked, "Corpse chaser, this corpse puppet you sent off has already entered the Dao?" ”

The corpse chaser boy trembled and said, "I, I don't know, the person who asked me to send him didn't say, only gave me a dozen charms." ”

Ning Qing and Ning Gou glanced at each other, and then asked, "You don't know where he came from?" Do you still have the charm? ”

"Yes, yes, yes! Over here! The corpse chaser immediately pulled out the treasure charm from his bosom, and the yellow paper of very poor quality was coiled with twisted cinnabar, which looked like the handwriting of a three-year-old child.

Ning Qing snorted, glanced at it, and didn't have the slightest impression of the runes on it.

Ning Gou said: "Zhu Youke Fu Gong, its effect is suppression. ”

Ning Qing raised her eyebrows, looked around at the corpses that were still standing still, and suddenly smiled: "This client is a bit interesting. Corpse chaser, where are you going to send this corpse puppet? ”

The young man snorted and said, "I said that I would send it to the central place, and he built yì I found a master from Yuyan Cihang Temple and then left." ”

Ning Qingqi said: "It's really a long time to see, and I actually asked a corpse chaser to take the corpse to the Buddha Gate." ”

The young man said: "I'm not a corpse chaser, I just promised others, of course, I have to do what I say." ”

As if he had mentioned unspeakable forbidden words, as soon as the young man's voice fell, a cold breath emerged from the ground, overwhelming the sky, and it was cold to the bone marrow.

Countless corpses waved their limbs, crows from nowhere chirped, the sun was setting, and dusk had crept in.

Ning Qing was startled, knowing the priorities of the matter, he did not continue to argue with the timid corpse chaser, staring at the gradually unified movements of the corpses, his face became solemn.

How could time pass so quickly?

He clearly remembered that it hadn't been long since noon, and at most an hour from noon to now, how it was dusk.

Ning Gouyu stretched out his hand and pressed Ning Qing's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "It's a trapped formation, hallucination." ”

Ning Qing said: "He did it on purpose? Simulating dusk, what do you want these corpses to do? ”

Ning Gou said: "If what I expected is right, he has already moved to kill, and intends to give this corpse yin qi to drive it freely. ”

Ning Qing's heart moved, and he suddenly understood a little: "He wants to increase the speed of these things?!" ”

Sure enough, just as Ning Qing thought, before he could finish his words, the corpses within a radius of hundreds of zhang moved in unison, and then rushed towards Ning Qing and the three of them like crazy!

Perhaps it is precisely because of the sufficient yin qi that the strength of these spliced products has grown rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it is like the early stage of qi refining.

They were surprisingly fast, reaching a distance of about ten feet in the blink of an eye, and before anyone else could react, their blue-black claws swung out.

Ning Qing didn't have time to think about it, a harrier rolled over and flew up with one leg, kicked away the nearest few corpses, nodded two steps back, and Ning Gou left and started a battle back to back.

The splicing products are flexible and numerous, as the saying goes, punch the master to death, Rao is Ning Qing is fast enough, and he will inevitably take a few hits.

The blue and black nails hit the vajra cover of Ning Qing's body, and the piercing metal impact sound was endless, and clusters of sparks burst out, flashing so that people's eyes hurt.

Ning Qing's light-colored eyes didn't blink, and his feet didn't stop, kicking the corpses one by one.

Ning Gou didn't have the previous way of playing, the body left his hand, and he came out fiercely, and the sword momentum went back, arousing a series of loud sword roars!

The shadow of the sword rolled in the air with a whistling sound, and the severed limbs rained down like rain!

There are too many corpses, and being beaten passively is not the way!

In the splash of flesh and blood, Ning Qing suddenly felt something, and asked Ning Gou Yu in a loud voice: "Ning Gou Yu, do you see where he is?" ”

Ning Gouyu originally blindly protected Ning Qing, but he was stunned when he heard Ning Qing's words.

His divine consciousness was unable to shrink due to the damage of his body, and the instinct of long-term battle took effect at this moment, and the spirit appeared in his mind, and the two fingers and a touch of the body ran backwards, tearing the sky and shooting towards the heaviest place of killing intent.

The sword momentum was faster than the wind and thunder, and in an instant, it sank deep into the ground, bursting out with a loud sound of golden ge, and blooming a flower made of flesh and blood!

Ning Qing took a step at his feet, and the swallow flew back with Ning Gou's staggered body, and his wrist shook lightly and then turned out a small flying flower aurora finger, and he directly urged it without blinking!

The thin light turned into a cold star, shredding the illusory twilight, and with a snap of a finger, it was the place where the yin qi of the mass grave was the thickest.

Another burst of thunder resounded through the mass graves, and a hoarse roar erupted!

Stimulated by the roar, the momentum of the splicing product immediately rose again, and its strength was not inferior to that of the late-stage Qi refining cultivator, and the offensive became more and more fierce. Soon there were more corpses on the ground staggering to their feet, recklessly joining the teamfight.

Ning Qing's face became more and more solemn, but he didn't expect that the corpse puppet was attacked by him and Ning Gou Yu successively, and he still had the power to fight back, and he used a "big summoning technique" again.

However, this also completely exposed the other party, and Ning Gou left the fast sword again, forcing the corpse puppet out of the ground and fighting with it in one place.

The corpse golem was wounded and let out another roar, and the scene became even more chaotic.

Ning Qing's eyes and behind him were claws quenched with corpse poison, scratching and biting in an eclectic pattern, and all of them fell on the light mask at once, and countless firelights enveloped Ning Qing in it, like a burning man.

The view is completely obstructed!

"It's endless." Ning Qing saw that the golden light on his body was getting more and more dim, and the corpse's poisonous claws continued to hit without stopping, and a sense of crisis suddenly came to his heart.

A sweeper knocked down a piece of corpse, Ning Qing touched his sleeve, and his face changed suddenly.

At some point, his talisman was cut open!

"Miscalculated!" Ning Qing lost his voice.

Unless a defensive spell such as the Vajra Mask depleted the energy of the golden light, it would be difficult to hurt the person in the mask, but now that the mask had not been exhausted, his cuffs were already broken.

The other party is a little more terrifying than he imagined, at least there is a mid-stage of soul cultivation!

Ning Gou Yu sensed Ning Qing's crisis, tapped his right hand, gave up fighting with the corpse puppet, and the body quickly returned to defense, and before Ning Qing's light mask was shattered, he swept down the corpses around him with a sword!

Ning Qing seized the opportunity, raised his hand and sacrificed a small flag, his fingertips condensed blood and internal qi, and with a slight touch, he saw that the small flag grew in the wind.

When it grew to more than two feet, it immediately hung on the top of Ning Qing's head, casting brown light to protect Ning Qing tightly.

Seeing that the crisis was temporarily lifted, Ning Qing immediately looked at the corpse puppet that was fleeing underground.

Through the brown light curtain, the world in front of Ning Qing's eyes changed color, and all the movements suddenly seemed to slow down countless times.

Every corpse was in his eyes, and he was dazed for a moment, subconsciously feeling that these corpses were so ugly.

All of them are like bitter gourds, they are extremely cool to wear, and they look very defeated.

With this thought, twisted lines appeared in front of him, twisted and intertwined into an eternal mural, and a thick and vast breath came to his face in the rough and mysterious.

What is the point to open Ning Qing's mud pill palace, he blessed his heart and said: "The painting style is not consistent with me!" Don't move! ”

The world stood still for a moment, and the illusion of dancing corpses was frozen in that moment, as if the scene of the demons dancing was pressed the pause button.