Leng Yuhua finally stopped chattering, and the two stepped into the graveyard one after the other, I have to say that the scene of this game is really realistic and exquisite, the rancid smell in the air will make people can't help but pinch their noses with their hands, the crows around them, and the faint cry, make people shudder, completely forget that they are in the game.

The area of this mass grave on the map is as big as two Tianhe towns, because there are two challenge copies of the skeleton envoy and the night tour mass grave here, so there are many people who get the fairy law and enter the challenge in the mass grave to get rid of demons, and the ghosts who have just refreshed out along the way have all kinds of fairy magic on their faces, screaming and disappearing.

Tian Miao didn't stay long in the first half of the dungeon and the monster gathering, but walked directly to the depths of the mass grave with Leng Yanhua.

Gradually, there are fewer and fewer players on both sides, large and small grave bags are scattered around a mound, this seems to be a large tomb, but the entrance to the tomb has been opened, the black hole can't see inside, revealing a cool wind, and there is a forest on the west side of the mound, but it is all wilted and lifeless.

Not far from the woods, a dozen players wearing the same sect's robes were talking about something around a bright light.

Then there was a scream from the crowd, and then a dozen of them burst into laughter, one of whom raised his bloody sword and looked extremely proud.

"Oops! Senior Brother Wang's good swordsmanship! I wonder what moves I will use next time? We haven't learned the Twenty Swords of the Apocalypse yet, but today we can see the world! One of the disciples surrounded the sword-wielding player, and the others followed.

"Hahaha! Today, I will take this opportunity to use this little thing to show you the first fifteen moves of the twenty swords of the Apocalypse, and I am optimistic about them, and there are seven more moves! The monk named Wang Buren was very useful for this kind of flattery, and his eyebrows were almost raised to the sky.

At this time, in the crowd, a faint blue light flashed, and Wang Buyen shouted: "Haha, here!" Get out of the way! ”

Everyone gave up a venue according to their words, and Tianmiao saw it very clearly this time, this is a refreshed green-faced ghost, only the size of a six- or seven-year-old child, with a blue face and a black body, shrunk at the refresh point, covering his head, whimpering and not knowing whether he was begging for mercy or crying.

Wang Buyen shouted: "Tianyang Feiyan! The fairy sword in his hand instantly turned into seven sword lights, penetrating the shrunken blue-faced imp, and directly nailed it to the ground, two of the swords pierced his head and chest, he twitched twice in pain, and then disappeared in place, and the bright red blood splashed Wang Buren's body, making him look particularly terrifying.

"Good! Good swordsmanship! And the crowd cheered again.

Another faint blue light, the blue-faced imp appeared in the place where he had been killed just now, this time, it was even more frightened, its body trembled like chaff, and it kowtowed and said something in its mouth, but it didn't understand at all, but it should be a word begging for mercy.

Wang Buren's eyes were dyed with a bit of bloodthirsty madness, he licked the corners of his mouth, and a few extremely fast swords, the love-faced imp was unloaded by him this time, and finally cut off his head.

Under the cheers of everyone again, the little ghost appeared again, back and forth several times, it died extremely quickly, and refreshed extremely quickly, unlike other mobs, this green-faced imp seems to have a memory, because it seems to be extremely afraid of Wang Buren, but because it is an NPC, it can't leave its own refresh point.

(End of chapter)