"You're kind of funny, puppet. You must have been a genius in your previous life. Dust raised his beard and laughed.

"The waste of life in the past is cut in December......" When the Blood Spirit opened its mouth, it stomped straight back to the airship. When it came to Yang Hao's side, it sat down.

"I refine pearls more strongly" The blood soul arrived at Yang Hao Road, and there was no news.

"This is the forefather," said the disciples, who did not know what was going on in the war. Just now, another paradise happened. They are afraid that the elders of the sect will die on the battlefield!"

"Well, he needs to improve something. Yang Hao said, he could understand what the blood soul was talking about.

On the other hand, the withered old man was blocked by the dust of the spirit, and the son who was empty of spirit smiled, and his eyes showed sadness.

"I'm waiting to fix it to Wonyoung!" There was a strong hatred in the eyes of this shriveled old man, and he looked at Ling Xuzi and Ling Duzi.

"Come out! The shriveled old man roared, and then, from all the streets of Quwang City, I don't know where he came from. Countless "monks" appeared. The aura on his body was rushing towards the realm of the Dao's spiritual platform, and some of them were even very close to Jindan!

"You have the courage to turn so many mortals and monks into dead corpses...... Ling Xuzi's face was gloomy. With his strokes, the dense corpses were cleared in the blink of an eye.

But there were too many corpses, and even with Master Yuan Ying's strength, it would take a lot of effort to remove them completely.

However, in front of them, there was also a Yuan Ying mage, one of the culprits of all this, and they couldn't let him go.

"All the disciples obey the command!" They all went out to kill people and grieve for the elders. The Taoist priest of the Jin Dan Kingdom opened his mouth and led all his disciples down from the airship to kill the dense corpses.

Yang Hao is one of them. He frowned, holding a clear water sword in his hand. Nine robbers surrounded him. He also got off the boat.

He always felt that these corpses suddenly appeared, what was going on, he even had a sense of crisis, but he didn't know where they came from.

"Follow me, these corpses look weird. I'm worried that there will be an accident. Feng Wu appeared beside Yang Hao, brandishing his sword and cutting down several corpses.

"I also think it's weird. There seems to be a big crisis here, but I don't know where it came from......" Yang Hao frowned and told Feng Wu how he felt.

Feng Wu looked around and found that even some Taoists had some sad faces.

"If only the ancestors of blood and soul could act now...... Feng Wu said, and together with Yang Hao, flew to the side.

Thousands of disciples were surrounded by countless corpses, many of which were cut down, but they were still surrounded and did not fear death.

The disciples used countless magic, and the corpses fell one by one. No one noticed that the blood mist on the corpse's body gradually condensed on the ground.

"Boom!" A stunt of Jintan Dao quickly cleared a corpse.

"Cut!" Yang Hao took Feng Wu and cut down the sword soul, but the body in front of him was missing a piece, but it was quickly surrounded.

The blades of the nine robbers flew through the air, and they killed the corpse as fast as they could.

The sword in Feng Wu's hand flashed with blue light, and there was a thin curtain to protect Yang Hao.

At this time, she looked at Yang Hao in surprise. Although she knew that Yang Hao was very talented, she now saw Yang Hao's magic and his strength. She believes in the evaluation of Yang Hao in "Genealogy".

At this time, Yang Hao also found that Feng Wu was looking at him a little absent-mindedly.

Yang Hao casually threw out a few sharp ice snatches and smashed through several corpses.

"What are you doing?" Yang Hao patted Feng Wu on the shoulder. It was only then that Feng Wu woke up and used a sword to cut off the two corpses in front of him.

However, Feng Wu occasionally looked at Yang Haojian with a very strange look.

"No, how can the blood mist that adheres to the surface of the corpse's body gather on the ground and not disperse......" Finally, someone discovered the problem.

Yang Hao looked down and saw that the blood mist had indeed gathered on the ground, but it had not changed at all.

"There's something wrong with this blood mist. Maybe that's the source of our unease!" Yang Hao opened his mouth and danced towards the wind.

The phoenix nodded, and another magic struck it, immediately pouring a corpse body.

Yang Hao even saw a few beads of sweat on her smooth forehead.

"I think so too, but there are too many corpse bodies, and the fog is too big......" Feng Wu wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around again, and slashed a sword, but countless corpse bodies floated up.

With the passage of time, the number of corpse bodies remained the same in an instant, when night fell, and the protracted battle, coupled with the fact that the corpse body was generally equivalent to the monks of Daocheng, there were some relatively powerful corpse bodies mixed together, so casualties had begun to appear at the family gate.

After such a long battle, many of these disciples had lost their mana, and many of them relied on Danyao to support them.

There were even some disciples who did not have any medicine and began to spin.

At this time, Yang Hao took another pill of Huiling Pill, his left arm was still slowly dripping blood, and his face was a little pale.

Not long ago, there was a corpse injured in the late stage of the Lingtai. Yang Hao's Rejuvenation Dan had already given it to the injured disciple. He didn't take medicine because he was strong and some minor injuries could be healed on his own.

At this time, Feng Wu was no longer by his side. Not long ago, Feng Wu rushed out alone. As a result, it encountered dozens of corpses, comparable to the edge of the Lingtai. It was brought back by a Taoist priest. At this time, it was recovering on an airship.

Almost everyone remained silent, just killing the corpses.

Although airships are protected from battle, they can completely retreat from airships, but the number of corpses is too large for the airships to fight for long.

And there were many brothers and masters and apprentices who were healing on the ship, and they could not retreat.

Suddenly, Yang Hao stopped brandishing his long sword. His eyes showed hesitation.

In front of him was actually the corpse of He Fengyue, who became an immortal sect at that time.

Now, she had become a corpse, devoid of thoughts, let alone the slightest emotion.

"Alas......" Yang Hao sighed softly and slashed his sword down. He knew the reason why Feng Yue wanted to stay in the city and county hall.

"Ah......" At this time, a female disciple beside Yang Hao screamed. This disciple is the inner disciple. He was already in the early days of the altar. He is gifted, but still overlooked, and he is torn off a piece of flesh from his thigh by an alchemist.

The disciple burst into tears, but still performed a few tricks to drive away the dead body in front of him. However, before she could retreat, many corpses surrounded her.

"Nine daggers!" Yang Hao knew the secret, and nine small blades flew out, and quickly cut off more than a dozen corpses.

"Come on. Yang Hao's face was serious, and he used the strength of one person to stop the corpse.

"Yang Shidi......" There was a little sparkle in the woman's eyes.

"Come on, get back to the ship and heal!" Yang Haotou did not come back. He quickly took a welling pill and a few magic tricks to conjure, how could he know.

The woman glanced at Yang Hao deeply before leaving.