"Uh-huh-"

Tuojiang River, the upper source is divided into three: Mianyuan River, Shiting River, Mao River. Gathered in Zhao Town, Jintang County, Sichuan, at the source of this trunk, more than a dozen figures traveled extremely fast along the river bank in the night.

Looking closely, the outfits of these dozen people are quite strange, unlike modern people's costumes - dressed in coarse linen clothes, long black cloaks tied at the back, long boots on their feet, carrying a big bow, a scimitar at their waists, their faces are covered with masks, and their heads are also tightly wrapped in black scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, which is clearly the costume of ancient chivalrous warriors.

And it was the shining pupils that betrayed everyone's identity - the corpse kings!

"Hmm......"

"Goo...... Purple......"

Although several people tried their best to restrain themselves, strange sounds still came from time to time in their throats.

"Whew——!"

The first person finally couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a roar, and his companions behind him echoed him, and then finally calmed down with great satisfaction.

Without warning, everyone stopped suddenly, and then lowered their bodies and sniffed around, as if they were looking for something.

"Over there—"

One of the corpse kings pointed to one place and said, and the rest of the people should not speak, they rushed over with a tacit understanding, and after going down a low-lying area, they marched dozens of steps, and finally stopped and finally stopped towards the river bank wall - a dark hole that was high for one person appeared.

The corpse kings lowered slightly, and with one arrow step, they went straight into the cave, and went down the winding path, until they stopped at a stone gate full of blood-stamped paper talismans at the end. After stopping and sniffing here for a long time, the corpse kings gathered together in a circle, there was already a paper talisman with red characters on a yellow background pinched in his hand, the dry and bloodless blue and purple lips opened slightly and whispered a spell, and the glowing green eyes glared, the light suddenly became several times better, everyone waved their claws upward, and more than ten paper talismans were thrown into the air at the same time, and then slowly fell, at the moment when it touched the ground, the whole body of the paper talisman of "Huh" burned, and instantly turned into ashes and there was no trace.

A gust of wind suddenly rose in the cave, and there was sand and gravel mixed in it, but the corpse kings stood in place unmoved. Looking at the blood seal runes on the wall and the handwriting on the paper runes, they were as bright as flames, as if they were echoing the paper runes that had just disappeared, and when the brightness was so bright that they couldn't open their eyes, they instantly dimmed again.

The corpse kings looked at each other for a moment, obviously realizing something, and suddenly turned around and stepped on the plate and rushed towards the entrance of the cave, but just raised their feet at the moment when the ground "soared" and exploded, and the blood marks and paper talismans that were originally dim on the stone door were rekindled again, as if the sun was blazing and reflected the surroundings like day, just when the cave was about to be swallowed by this light, a group of figures finally rushed out of the dark hole.

Looking at it closely, nearly half of these dozen corpse kings either had broken arms or half of their legs were missing, who would have thought that the blood marks and paper talismans on the stone gate would have such power? It's just that after all, it is the body of the corpse king, and even if he suffers such a heavy blow, his actions are only somewhat restricted, and his life is not in serious trouble.

"This spell can't be broken by us."

I only heard the corpse king who was the leader speak: "Eighth brother, go and report to the lord immediately." ”

The corpse king, who was called the "old eight", said "hmm", and his body was more than ten feet away in a few steps. Just when I jumped over a dirt slope and fell down and couldn't see my figure, I only heard a loud "boom", and then splashed the dust in the sky and there was no sound.

All the corpse kings leaned towards the position of their companions, and when the sand and gravel were scattered, they saw a huge arrow in the chest of the previous corpse king "Lao Ba", the arrow body was submerged into its body for four points, and five points were inserted into the ground, and only one of the tail feathers were exposed on the chest - nailing the "Lao Ba" to the ground.

"Huh" shot another feather arrow from the side, no different from before, and flew straight towards the position of the "old eight" in front of the door, and was about to take his life. Seeing this, all the corpse kings surrounded them with all their strength, and the corpse king led by him stretched out his arm and held the arrow, but the huge inertia shot the corpse king with him, but the strength did not decrease at all. The rest of the corpse kings jumped over one after another and used their bodies to block the corpse king, one of them...... Two people...... Three-person ...... The four of them, until everyone rushed up, finally slowed down the momentum of the arrow and stopped it.

I saw a group of figures flash out behind the low slope not far away, one of them holding a giant bow and two fingers lightly clamping the arrow feathers, who else is it not Li Mu?

"This ......"

On the side, Lu Yuyi carefully stared at the fallen corpse kings...... Dress up...... 18 in total......

"Yanyun Eighteen Rides!"

Lu Yushan exclaimed: "Unexpectedly, the eighteen horsemen of Yanyun have turned into corpse kings!" ”

Yanyun Eighteen Cavalry is a cavalry unit led by Jingbian Hou Luo Yi in the Sui and Tang dynasties, composed of a total of eighteen people, each with unique skills to one enemy hundred, similar to the modern special forces grouping. The eighteen horsemen of Yanyun only operate in the desert area and hardly enter the Central Plains. The main duty of this team is to surprise the barbarians to protect the frontier, and because of its rapid action, it is extremely terrifying to the enemy at the time.

"Even if this group of corpse kings has lived for thousands of years, they can't guess their identity, what Brother Lu has learned is really admirable."

Ying Long couldn't help but sigh beside him.

"There is still anyone who can remember my Yanyun Eighteen Riding ......"

The leader of the corpse king got up and dusted off his body, and the other sixteen corpse kings drew out the feather arrow nailed to the "old eight" and threw it towards Xiaoli and the others with a wave of their claws. Ying Long saw it in his eyes, the blue in his pupils swiped lightly, and a stream of water vapor gathered in front of him, blocking the attack of the feather arrow.

"As a reward, I'll take you under my command......"

The wind struck on Lu Yushan's side, who would have thought that the arrow was just a pretense to lure the enemy, and the corpse king at the head of the eighteen horsemen had already sneaked up beside him, this person was extremely fast, his arms stretched out his claws and buckled inward, and he was sweeping Lu Yushan into his arms, the green light in his eyes was shining, his dry lips were full of cracks, and a row of teeth were exposed, especially a few fangs were the most conspicuous.

Everyone was shocked, but it was too late, where did Lu Yushan break free from the power of the hundred-year-old corpse king? The latter's head was lowered, and the fangs were buckled on Lu Yushan's neck.

"Hmmm......"

A voice of great satisfaction came from the Corpse King's throat.