Hundreds of pairs of black arms broke out of the wall one after another, and the dense arms made Mu Chen feel numb when he saw it.

"Fortunately, they are all ink stiffs equivalent to the mimic realm, I have entered the soul condensation, and it is not difficult to deal with these ink stiffs, but I don't know if the so-called corpse king is between these ink stiffs. Mu Chen looked at the hundreds of Mo Zombies poking their heads out of the cliff and said thoughtfully.

"Roar!" a continuous roar resounded from the cliff.

Hundreds of zombie faces as black as carbon were staring at Mu Chen on the heavenly coffin with a pair of dark green eyes.

"What's the roar, isn't it possible that you want to be like the guy below, the bones of the fall are twisted and you can't move?" Mu Chen plucked out his ears and pouted at those ink stiffs.

It's just that Mu Chen somewhat underestimated these Mo Zombie's thirst for flesh and blood.

Although they are not as capable of volleying as Fei Zhuang, this bouncing power is extremely amazing, and at this moment the cliff they are on is also dozens of zhang high, and Mu Chen is not very far away from them.

After all, he couldn't bear the flesh and blood breath of the living person on Mu Chen's body, and with a loud shout, he kicked his legs on the cliff and shot straight at Mu Chen.

"Niang Xipi!" Mu Chen couldn't help but scold, this ink stiffness is extremely fast, and the angle is also very tricky. It seems like it's too late to dodge at the moment.

Mu Chen's heart was horizontal, and the illusory dragon soul flashed behind him, and his whole body was shrouded by the brilliance of the dragon soul.

"The little master has entered the Soul Condensing Realm and hasn't found anyone to practice his hands!" Mu Chen snorted coldly, stepped on the heavenly coffin, and came out with a straight fist!

The sandbag-sized fist wrapped in a faint brilliance, and directly hit the door of the fast-coming ink stiff face!

"Click!" a bone-cracking sound suddenly sounded in midair.

The first thing to break was the exposed fangs of the Mo Zombie, followed by the nose bone that looked quite strong, and finally with the momentum of Mu Chen's punch, the face of the Mo Stiff collapsed instantly!

The difference of dozens of feet brings a sound that is not weak. The body hit the ground and the dust flew, and when the dust and mist cleared, the end of this stiff head was the same as the previous one, the same limbs twisted, and he could no longer get up.

"I didn't expect that an ordinary punch under the blessing of the martial soul would have such great power. Mu Chen said with some surprise.

And at this moment, the ink zombie on those cliffs has long lost much patience, and the fate of the ink zombie before does not seem to have taught them a lesson, they are already a little ready to move, and the sound of the ink zombie who just couldn't help but take the lead fell to the ground like a *, on the cliff, all the ink zombies actually bent their legs and stood.

"Aren't you afraid of death?" Mu Chen exclaimed.

A few Mo Zombie Mu Chen naturally didn't care, but with the look in front of him, these Mo Zombies were actually preparing to attack together!

Mu Chen just thought like this in his heart, but then Mo Zhuang's stiffness had already begun to act.

With bursts of excited roars, the pitch-black carbon-like figures shot towards the bull's-eye of Mu Chen like hundreds of arrows off the string!

"I'm fucking hungry!" Mu Chen couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, although he scolded like this, he was thinking about countermeasures in his heart.

If these ink stiffs are solidified, although his soul condensation realm at the moment is not enough to receive heavy damage, but now he is in the air of dozens of zhang, if he falls by himself, the end is not much better than the two ink stiffs on the ground.

"There is! Dog bites dog hair! Master, I'll go down first!" Mu Chen's eyes rolled, and with a wave of his little hand, the green jade coffin fell in response.

Just when Mu Chen drove the coffin down, where he stayed before, several ink stiffs collided together.

Seeing this, Mu Chen did not mean to stop, but drove the green jade spirit coffin to descend a little faster. Because there are only a few heads that collide together, and there are hundreds of zombies that follow!

"Knock-bang-" There were various crashing sounds, and Mu Chen didn't have time to look up again.

After three breaths, the green jade spirit coffin fell only three or four feet from the ground, Mu Chen didn't think about it, so he jumped up, and after landing on the ground, his feet suddenly exerted force, urging the dragon to swim the body and go forward, during which with one hand, the green jade spirit coffin came back to its back.

As soon as Mu Chen ran away about ten zhang, the hundreds of ink stiffs that collided together in mid-air were like hailstones, constantly falling towards the ground.

"Niang Xipi, I've seen rain, but I've never seen zombie rain!" Mu Chen suddenly stopped, looked at the Mo stiff that had just fallen three feet in front of him, and couldn't help pouting.

As soon as the words fell, he glanced overhead, and with a rollover, he dodged a stiff ink that fell from the sky again.

This wave of "zombie rain" lasted for dozens of breaths, and then it gradually came to an end.

Mu Chen finally breathed a sigh of relief when he looked at the hundreds of corpses on the ground with twisted limbs and constant roars but it was difficult to move. He raised his head, patted the dust on his hands, and looked at the two or three scattered ink stiffs that were falling at the moment, and he didn't even have any interest in dodging.

"Eh, could it be that this so-called trial through the palace is so simple?" Mu Chen tilted his head and was very puzzled.

He crouched down, walked over to the nearest stiff man, patted him on the head, and said, "What about your corpse king? ”

"Roar!" The Mo Zhuang didn't know if he was dissatisfied with Mu Chen's action of patting his head, or because he was dissatisfied because he didn't eat Mu Chen's flesh and blood, and yelled at Mu Chen a few times, but he was not to be outdone at all.

"Hey, are you still murdering me after all this?" Mu Chen said and pressed his head into the soil, then clapped his hands in disgust and said, "The Corpse King should be among these ink stiffs, it seems that he has to find them one by one." ”

Mu Chen got up as he spoke, and began to look for anyone who had an outstanding appearance and a different appearance from other zombies, and it must be the Corpse King.

Fiddling with the ink stiffness one after another, the same black face and body made Mu Chen a little irritable.

Just when Mu Chen was looking for the corpse king, the deep pool behind him underwent a silent change.

On the surface of the pool, a faint mist appeared at some point, and it didn't take long to fill the entire pool, and Mu Chen didn't notice it at this moment.

As time slowly passed, the faint mist began to drift slowly towards the shallow where Mu Chen was.

The fog was light, but it was also very low.

Where the shoal meets the waterhole, there are three ink stiffs. When the mist touched the three corpses, a strange scene occurred.