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Luo Xiaobei's first thought burst into rudeness. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before he could speak, the whole person was pulled out by an arrogant force.

Corpse fraud?

Zombie?

What the heck?

At the critical moment, a series of words instantly popped out of Luo Xiaobei's head.

This sudden change made Du Yang, who was carrying Luo Xiaobei on his back, stunned.

But he subconsciously grabbed Luo Xiaobei, at least he couldn't let her be dragged over by something else.

Unfortunately, the two of them mistakenly underestimated the power of the thing, and as a result, both of them were dragged out.

This speed was extremely fast, and Luo Xiaobei's shoulder hit the sturdy coffin wood.

The sharp pain made her subconsciously shrink her shoulders.

The strength of her arm dragged her forward, as if to remove her shoulder, and the Night Pearl had already rolled out.

Beneath him was a wet, soft earth with an icy chill.

With each dragging step, the stench swept from under him, covering Luo Xiaobei entirely.

The fish she ate had already been digested, and no matter how much she vomited at this time, it was only stomach acid.

Du Yang kept holding Luo Xiaobei's legs, maintaining a face-down posture.

There is no footstep sound when he walks with Luo Xiaobei's things, only the touch of sticking to you on his wrist tells Luo Xiaobei that this thing is a bit weird.

"Du Yang, you let go of me!" Luo Xiaobei's legs were hugged by Du Yang.

"I won't let go!" Du Yang tried his best to tilt his neck, not only to avoid making the dirt on the ground smeared, but also to talk to Luo Xiaobei.

"You let go of me, how can I move if you hold my legs?" Luo Xiaobei almost didn't directly scold Du Yang for being a second goods, his hands and feet were tied, how could Luo Xiaobei, who has always liked self-reliance, get used to it?

"Oh!" Du Yang sneered, and then he understood what Luo Xiaobei meant.

As soon as he said that, he let it go.

Luo Xiaobei exhaled, pulled out the shadow wood whip on his waist with his left hand, and threw it behind him with his backhand.

The silver light flashes into view, and the surrounding environment comes into view.

Pieces of coffins were placed in an orderly manner, each one pure black, reflecting a strange green light in the silver light.

The tail of the whip hooked an object, and Luo Xiaobei's body that was dragged away suddenly slammed, and it was also this time, Luo Xiaobei pulled the whip hard, but found that it couldn't be pulled.

A blue-green light pierced the darkness again, like a sword light and sword shadow passing by, and the murderous intent lifted the broken hair on Luo Xiaobei's forehead.

The black shadow galloped up, only to hear the "sonorous" sound, and the force on the arm suddenly relaxed.

Luo Xiaobei withdrew the whip, kicked hard under his feet, and the whole person quickly withdrew his hand, and the whip came out again, and it landed on a foggy black shadow standing in front of him.

The pain from his wrist made Luo Xiaobei glance at it, and the black and green sticky liquid was quickly dissipating.

As soon as the hand was raised, the white bones of the forest were faintly visible.

Luo Xiaobei's face turned green, and he pulled the whip hand and used it harder, but the black shadow still didn't move.

On the contrary, as if he had seen through Luo Xiaobei's intentions, the black shadow grabbed the whip and pulled it hard, and Luo Xiaobei immediately flew forward.

Luo Xiaobei reacted very quickly and let go of the whip, kicked on the edge of the coffin, and leaned back.

A solid embrace caught her.

"I'm coming!" quickly put Luo Xiaobei down, and a deep voice sounded in Luo Xiaobei's ears.

Du Yang carried a bronze peachwood sword and stepped forward, and the turquoise glow pierced through the darkness.

The shadow of the sword was heavy, intertwining the glow of the black coffin for hundreds of miles.

The green light tail penetrated the dense fog, only to hear a "sonorous", the black fog retreated a few steps, and Du Yang kicked on the edge of the coffin, stood reflexively, and went up with green light again.

The black mist suddenly transformed into overlapping figures, and a carrion-fleshed, skin-bone hand pierced through the black mist just in time to meet the green peachwood sword.

"Click!" the sound of bones shattering.

Du Yang's body drove forward, and the wooden sword suddenly became longer.

But the black mist rushed towards him from both sides in an instant, like a large open net, welcoming the fish that entered the net.

As soon as the long sword was drawn, Du Yang quickly retreated, but the dense fog on both sides grew hundreds of rotten hands, each hand had a different shape, and the fingers overlapped into strange and strange shapes, all grabbing towards Du Yang in the center.

Luo Xiaobei got up, and the pain in his feet and wrists was directly ignored.

She opened her mouth and could not be touched by these hands, otherwise she would be directly corroded.

But her words did not come out.

Du Yang did not move, the two fingers of his left hand quickly overlapped, and the fingertips moved from the tail of the sword to the end of the sword.

The bright red blood intertwined a dark red vein on the peachwood sword, which continued to extend and spread to both sides.

The turquoise glow transformed into a blood-colored darkness in an instant, breaking through the black mist, black and red entangled, and the thick mist quickly spread to all directions.

Du Yang turned his backhand, and his rotten arm fell to the ground.

At the moment of landing, it made a "bang" sound, and instantly turned into a cloud of thick water, immersed in the ground, and merged with the rotten and sticky black soil.

The black mist retracted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a dark red light poured out, curling up and spreading.

In a black and strange coffin, it became more and more eerie and condensed.

Du Yang's tall and slender figure was intertwined with dark red, and his powerful aura erupted into a cold and indistinguishable between good and evil, his right hand hung down, and the long sword shining with dark red light in his hand lightly touched the thick black ground.

In front of him, the black mist continued to condense. Constantly elongated and spread around, a black shadow appeared clearly in front of Luo Xiaobei's eyes in a three-dimensional image.

The pain in his body was numb, and Luo Xiaobei stood up, his right wrist dripping with blue-green liquid.

The black mist dissipated, and a tall and burly figure slowly appeared, carrion intertwined, and a strong fishy stench rushed into Luo Xiaobei's head.

There are maggots on the body that are constantly wriggling, and the dripping viscous liquid is constantly falling into the dirt.

The face is incomplete, only visible carrion and faintly visible white bones.

It was like a gigantic corpse made of all the rotting flesh and a skeleton that was randomly combined.

As soon as the corpse moved, the carrion on its body fell down in pieces.

It's not like a corpse.

Luo Xiaobei's pretty eyebrows tightened.

It's like some weird, random mash-up combination.

Du Yang frowned, and the aura around him became more and more cold and solemn.

With a flick of his wrist, the dark red peachwood sword burst out with a strong killing intent, the sharp blade pushed away the rotten mud in front of him, and the red light rose from the ground, rushing towards the corpse that was striding towards Du Yang.

The corpse's long arms flicked, and a pile of rotten flesh covered the coffins on both sides.

Du Yang retreated quickly, the cold breath and the strange dark red reflected each other, the toe was light, the black figure was like a wild goose flying high, and the dark red light immediately rose and fell again.

The sword wind rolled up the rotten breath, the long sword fell, only to hear a "sonorous" sound, the long arm of the corpse quickly retracted, and slapped it with a backhand.

The domineering and violent corpse qi and anger suddenly forced Du Yang back.

"Whew-"