The battle between Ling Zombie and the two Settle Cultivators was getting closer and closer, and as the battle escalated, the two Settle Cultivators were defeated, and they didn't even have a chance to fight back except for self-preservation. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The spirit stiff was furious, reaching out to tear open the earth, waving two huge stubborn stones and slamming them down, the stones shattered, and the two Anjia cultivators were also smashed and retreated.

"Ahem!" The long-haired settler covered his collapsed chest, covered in blood, coughed violently twice, and spat out a string of blood.

"It's okay!" Another settler hurriedly held on.

The long-haired Anjia cultivator struggled to stand up, the moon seal in his hand had already been shattered, shook his head slightly, and said, "It can still hold on." As he spoke, he looked up at the distant battlefield, turned to the other person and said, "As long as we kill this zombie, we will walk out of this land and live in seclusion." ”

"Hmm." The other Anjia cultivator nodded, they were already tired of the intrigues of the flood wilderness, fighting to the death.

Ling Zombie's body is tall, the blood and qi around his body are flickering, and the corpse is majestic, he has sucked nearly a hundred living beings in this battle, and the murderous aura is becoming more and more solemn, watching the two Anjia cultivators stand up unyieldingly again, Ling Zombie can't help but roar in the sky, his body moves suddenly, and he pounces forward again, and the zombies who have entered the Blood Corpse Realm have gradually opened up some spiritual sense.

"For the sake of our future, you don't stop us in the end!" The two settlers almost exerted the strongest cultivation in their lives, the moon was like a sea, and in an instant, it filled the surrounding three hundred miles, and a round of crescent moon could be faintly seen floating in the moon sea, showing its divine might, overturning the earth for dozens of miles, and it looked like heaven and earth colliding from a distance.

"Damn! So horrible! Ling Jiutian's brows jumped suddenly, and without waiting for Ling Jiutian to make a move, An Zifeng's body flowed with the Divine Moon Yuan Force, and he pinched the magic trick in his hand, and easily cracked the Moon Sea Killing Machine, making the Moon Sea lose its effect on the two of them.

Looking at the two An Family cultivators who were doing their best, An Zifeng couldn't help but sigh slightly, and said, "As an ordinary disciple outside the An Family Sect Master's lineage, it is not easy to exert the power of the Divine Moon so far, but this level of attack is really too weak, and it is impossible to fight with the zombies in the Blood Corpse Realm. ”

"What? Are you compassionate? Ling Jiutian looked at An Zifeng.

An Zifeng was silent for a moment, and said to Ling Jiutian: "Let's go, the zombies won't threaten us for the time being, let them fend for themselves." Without waiting for Ling Jiutian to reply, An Zifeng turned around and left alone, his black figure looking very thin against the backdrop of the vast earth.

Ling Jiutian looked at the two An Family cultivators who were fighting with the zombies, and then at An Zifeng who was far away, and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders, took back the obsidian dagger, and left with An Zifeng.

Less than a mile away, the moon sea behind him completely collapsed, and then there was a furious and furious shout of spirit zombie, An Zifeng stopped, turned his head to look, his eyes were like an abyss, there was a kind of unfathomable sorrow in Ling Jiutian, but An Zifeng didn't say anything, just glanced at it, and left again.

Ling Jiutian could see that An Zifeng was actually very unbearable in his heart, but what An Ziling did to him before had made An Zifeng completely dead to the family, he didn't want to help with everything about the An family, An Zifeng didn't have any feelings for the head of the An family, what he had to do now was to kill An Ziling and kill his own sister.

The demon sickle held the star compass in his hand, frowned slightly and looked at the black undulating mountains and rivers in front of him, looked down at the reaction of the star compass, and shook his head again and again: "Ten evil dragons, nine deaths and one life, not good......"

"What's wrong?" Xi Yan stepped forward, his clear eyes looked at the four directions, in terms of feng shui, Xi Yan trusted the magic sickle very much.

The demon sickle looked at the mountain range in front of him, pointed at it casually, and said: "You see, the mountain range in front, if it is placed in the outside world, it must be a treasure land of beautiful mountains and rivers, a great cultivation dragon vein, but it is a pity, placed in this corpse home, the mountain is black, lifeless, in terms of feng shui, it is like the fall of the heavenly dragon, the nine peaks, called the ten evils, among the nine evils, only one is the way to live, and the rest are dead ends." ”

"Nine is the extreme, although it is ten evil, that is because ordinary people can't determine which one is the way of life, so all of them are called evil, the ten evils of the fallen dragon, which are extremely evil in feng shui, but because of the rules of the avenue, there will be no place for ten evils, so the real evil, only nine, the other is the way of life." The scythe's gaze kept wandering among the ten peaks, and he wanted to find a way out.

"Why stopped?" An Zifeng and Ling Jiutian chased after them at this moment, and when they saw that the Demon Sickle and Xiyan were stagnant, they couldn't help but ask.

Xiyan told the two of them the ins and outs of the future, An Zifeng couldn't help frowning, there were no words, in terms of feng shui, he also knew that he was less than one-tenth of the magic sickle.

Only Ling Jiutian stepped forward to take a look at the star compass in the hand of the Demon Scythe, and reached out to snatch it, but was smashed out by Xi Yan beside the Demon Scythe with a punch, smashing a big hole in the ground.

"Ouch, my grandma, Sister Xiyan, you don't have to react so much!" Ling Jiutian crawled out of the pit with a painful wail, half of his face quickly swollen, and Xiyan's circle was really not lightly smashed.

Xi Yan waved a pink fist that looked harmless to humans and animals, her beautiful eyes flashed, and said, "Hmph, I knew that your kid wouldn't settle down, what's wrong?" Do you want to grab it again? ”

Looking at Xiyan's white fist, Ling Jiutian couldn't help grinning, he didn't dare to make another time, although Xiyan looked beautiful, pure and lovely, but that strength was really not covered, after all, Xiyan's master was the first person in the Dongtu youth back then, and the secret methods he practiced were all taught by Yuxu himself, and Yuqingmen was originally refining his body with heavenly thunder, and his physique was strong enough to know when he thought about it.

You must know that the physique of the Flood Desolation Thunder God is an existence that can be stiffened and shaken by the corpse clan!

"Self-inflicted...... Looking at Ling Jiutian who was sitting on the side and constantly rubbing his face, An Zifeng couldn't help muttering to himself.

The magic sickle has no words, and he didn't even look at a few people, it seems that everything that happened just now has nothing to do with him, at this moment the magic sickle is sitting on the ground, the star compass is flat on the ground, and he is holding three quaint shell coins, the so-called shell money, which is made of shells into copper coins, is a very ancient coin, and now it has long since withdrawn from the stage of history, only feng shui masters and corpse keepers regard it as a treasure, because on the way to divination, shell money is more accurate than copper coins.

Xiyan and An Zifeng squatted behind the Demon Scythe, not daring to disturb the Demon Scythe, you must know that the place that can be called the Ten Evils of the Fallen Dragon is definitely the dead place of the dead land.

In history, there are very few that can be called "evil", and the evil is the most evil, the most terrifying, and the most evil existence in all legends, and its strength is absolutely beyond the gods and demons, such as the gods and demons often mentioned in the legends, the demons, the demons, the ghosts, the corpses, and even the heavens and the earth, it can be seen that no matter what race, there will be evil, not to mention the ten evils, even if there is a demon, it will also set off a great catastrophe.

Even the Ten Realms Dao corpses back then couldn't be called evil.

The demon sickle frowned and shook his head, and finally took out three sticks of incense, turned his head to look at Ling Jiutian on the side, and said, "Nine Heavenly Juniors, come here." ”

Ling Jiutian looked at the seemingly nonexistent smile on the face of the Demon Scythe, and couldn't help but shudder, even the Demon Scythe didn't have time to call his juniors, and said cautiously: "What are you doing?" Something to say. ”

"If you want to come over, why are you talking so much? Would you like me to share my thoughts with you in the past? Xi Yan pointed at Ling Jiutian, making it clear that he was threatening.

Listening to Xiyan's words, Ling Jiutian couldn't help crying and said: "Sister Xiyan, let's not do this, I didn't do anything, why is it me ......every time" Although he said this, Ling Jiutian still gradually approached the demon sickle against his will, and was finally pulled over by An Zifeng, swallowing the moon with his fingertips, instantly slashing Ling Jiutian's middle finger, and dropping three drops of essence blood on the incense candle.

"Okay, it's okay, go sit down." After the drop, An Zifeng let go of Ling Jiutian and pushed Ling Jiutian to the side, and the angry Ling Jiutian almost kicked An Zifeng, but thinking of An Zifeng and Xiyan's strength, Ling Jiutian couldn't help but muttered to himself: "Hmph, special death demon sickle, you wait for Lao Tzu." As he spoke, he sat down depressedly and began to draw circles on the ground.

Three drops of essence blood into the incense candle, the incense candle became red in an instant, almost like three blood jade, it looked particularly weird, the magic sickle stood up, pinched the incense candle and bowed to the four sides of the world very reverently, and then knelt in front of the star compass, inserted the three incense candles on the ground, kowtowed three times in a row, and didn't know what he was silently saying in his mouth.

After the magic scythe did all this, the burning speed of the incense candle suddenly accelerated, and the blood mist continued to sway out of the incense candle, spreading and outlining in the void, and the magic scythe also looked intently at the star compass, as if there was some void existence guiding the final way.

However, it is a pity that the font in the sky is less than half-sketched, the incense candles are burned out, and the rotation of the star compass is getting slower and slower, and it seems that it may stop at any time.

"Hurry up, there are not many incense candles!" The demon sickle exhaled urgently, and took out six incense candles in a row and handed them to An Zifeng, Ling Jiutian saw that the demon sickle took out six at a time, and immediately scolded his mother's heart, and without saying a word, he turned his head and ran, breaking into the void and disappearing.

As soon as Ling Jiutian escaped into the void, An Zifeng and Xiyan couldn't help but look at each other, and they had no choice, because none of them could solve Ling Jiutian's Void Escape Technique.

"Forget it, use mine." An Zifeng shook his head helplessly, and was about to cut his middle finger, but was blocked by the magic sickle.

"No, you have the power of the Divine Moon, and its essence and blood must have the power of the Divine Moon, which is not suitable for worshiping ghosts and gods, Xiyan is a woman, and her nature is yin, so it is naturally not suitable." The scythe shook his head.

"Fuck your sister's magic sickle, according to what you say, why do you have to bleed?" Ling Jiutian's angry scolding came from the void.

Unfortunately, as soon as Ling Jiutian spoke, An Zifeng and the three of them determined Ling Jiutian's position at the first time, Xiyan's right fist smashed out quickly, the thunder flashed, directly breaking through the void, blasting Ling Jiutian out of the void, An Zifeng stepped out of the hidden immortal step, grabbed Ling Jiutian's collar, and lifted Ling Jiutian back.

After cutting Ling Jiutian's middle finger, Ling Jiutian's miserable screams echoed between heaven and earth, it was Xiyan teaching Ling Jiutian a lesson......

The blood-red characters in the void continued to be outlined, gradually condensing into an ancient font, the demon sickle thanked the Quartet again, sent away the ghosts and gods of the Quartet, looked up at the big characters in the void, frowned and said: "This is the ancient text, retreat." ”

"Retreat?" Xiyan was stunned.

The demon scythe nodded and said, "Well, according to the ghosts and gods, there are ten evil spirits buried in this mountain range ahead, which is an absolute place of death, and the way to survive is to retreat." ”

"That means that the front is not a mountain, but the ten peaks are actually ten tombs?" An Zifeng said in a deep voice.

The demon scythe was also a little incredulous, and said: "According to the ghosts and gods, it should be so, but I really can't believe it, the ten evils, there are ten evils buried here, which is completely unreasonable, completely beyond the limits of the Great Dao, nine is extremely numerous, and it has been broken here, ten evils......"

"But we can't retreat, the back road has been cut off by zombies." An Zifeng shook his head slightly.

"So what do we do now? Are you trapped here? Ay...... If only Brother Hanyu were here...... Zombies will definitely not embarrass Brother Hanyu's ......," Xiyan said dejectedly.

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