Yan Xing saw that there was a kind of sadness in Zhu Yang's expression, although he verbally said that he was letting him leave, but what really worried him was the safety of the village.

"With your cultivation in the Pulse Cutting Stage, you are not defeated by these necromancers?" Yan Xing asked in surprise, the monks in the Pulse Cutting Period actually couldn't handle a group of skeletons with bone arrows.

Zhu Yang nodded helplessly and said: "Although my cultivation is good, I am not good at fighting, and the true qi in my body is also practiced when I am forging artifacts on weekdays, although I will not be hurt by them, but I can't protect too many people." ”

Looking at his expression, Yan Xing felt a trace of unbearable in his heart, such an abandoned village, so lonely but tenacious for thousands of years.

He could imagine that this village would not be bothered by small necromancy when it was at its peak, but it had been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, and so far only Zhu Yang, a refiner, remained, and the village almost survived in the cracks of necromancy.

Yan Xing's expression moved, and he suddenly asked, "How many dead spirits are there?"

"At least five hundred blue-fiery skeletons, two hundred green-fiery skeletons, and possibly more advanced red skeletons. ”

Blue Fire Skeletons are equivalent to cannon fodder, weaker than ordinary people, and they can deal with them even if there are more of them.

But the threat of the Green Fire Skeleton is very great, and it will release a lot of arrows, and there are quite a few of them, and a piece of bone arrows will fly, even some cultivators will be shot into a sieve.

These two Necromantic Swallow Stars had also encountered them back then, but now it seemed that they were no longer a threat, and it was very likely that the bone arrows would not even be able to break through their own dragon scales.

Only the red skeleton that Zhu Yang said made him a little interested, after all, it was a species he had never encountered.

Estimating his own strength in his heart, he said, "That's it, I'll help you solve them." ”

I guess it's not a difficult thing, Yan Xing thought.

Zhu Yang raised his head suddenly, his face was shocked that could not be concealed, and the whole person was stunned.

Immediately, a kind of ecstasy enveloped him, and the unbearable excitement in Zhu Yang's eyes was clearly seen by Yan Xing.

He seemed to want to say something, but he couldn't say a word in his excitement.

Yan Xing felt funny, shook his head, didn't pay any attention to Zhu Yang, turned around and flew in the direction where the villagers had left just now.

On the edge of the forest a few hundred meters away, Yan Xing looked at these people.

More than twenty villagers in their prime had gathered, with blunt knives and worn shields in their hands, and no armor on their bodies.

A few hundred meters away, in the dim forest, patches of dark blue and dark green flames swayed, and the sound of clicking constantly sounded in the quiet space.

It was as if there were ignorant children striking each other with bones, more like someone was performing an ancient ritual, and the clicking sound was incessant, and the Hokage shook neatly, and the shadows were full of strange and strange things.

Yan Xing's face changed slightly, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart, and the scene in front of him was really uncomfortable.

Although he was not afraid of these skeletons, it was the first time he had seen such a strange scene, and he faintly felt an ominous aura.

The people on the ground were uneasy, they clenched the only weapon they could rely on, and they wanted to flee but there was no way back, because behind them was the village chief.

As the flames drew closer, the sound became clearer, and hundreds of skeletons with blue and green fire in their eyes emerged from the trees, and the starlight illuminated their bodies through the leaves, like a piece of snow under the moon in the cold winter, trying to make people as cold.

Seeing that most of the skeletons were holding bone bows and arrows, sadness appeared on people's faces, and despair spread like a plague among the villagers.

They have been fighting against these necromancers since they were born, and they have seen the people around them die under the cold skeletons, sharpening their fighting skills, and they are all battle-hardened warriors.

But there were so many necrons, it was probably the biggest battle in hundreds of years, and their armor couldn't stop a few arrows, and when they fell, the millennia-old village and its women and children would follow them.

"Only the ...... of the First Battle" A young man in the crowd clenched the iron sword in his hand, walked to the position of the team leader, and shouted these four words in his mouth.

He looked at death as if he were home, he was full of resentment, and there was so much resentment in his dull spout! Every word seemed to be burning, and he was almost crazy!

For decades, hundreds of years, thousands of years, generations, they are afraid of the safety of the people around them every day, and they have long had enough!

"Since he dies without a fight today, then he doesn't care whether he lives or dies today, whether he survives or dies, and sacrifices his life to die to vent the hatred in his heart, even if he dies, he will crush this group of skeletons!" he yelled excitedly.

"Kill!" the crowd roared, their necks and faces flushed, and there was no cowardice in their eyes, because they had no way to retreat, and this was a battle against the water!

The villagers were crazy with blunt knives, and the scythes rushed towards the hundreds of skeletons that were completely unequal to them, and the momentum was magnificent!

Red eyes, red face, longitudinal neck wipe a finger at Zhu Dan, Shang Ke swayed, blood to naked!

Shout!

The first sound of breaking the air flew past a man's ear and plunged deep into the ground.

Immediately after, countless sounds of breaking the air sounded, and the green fire skeleton shot out bone arrows all over the sky, and a piece of sharp edge swept in!

The villagers did not stop their charge, and they lowered their heads and raised their shields in their hands, intending to pass through the rain of arrows.

Ding Ding Ding!

There was a dense sound of tapping from the front, and not a single arrow appeared that was expected to be inserted into the body.

The young man at the head raised his head suspiciously, and when he saw the figure in front of him, he couldn't help but exclaim, his face was full of disbelief, and the people who charged behind him also stopped.

I saw a snow-white dragon descending from the sky, he spread his three-meter-wide dragon wings, flew and circled in the air, and used his body to stop almost all the arrows.

The attacks that pierced their shields met the dragon's scales, but they made a metallic clanging sound, like the terrifying waves of the moat, slapping against the reef, but unable to shake it in the slightest.

The skeletons all noticed the celestial enemy, and they temporarily abandoned their immediate target, and a bone arrow was aimed at the white figure.

Another rain of arrows struck, but Yan Xing in the air did not dodge or dodge, allowing these arrows to hit the dragon scales.

Now his body and strength are extremely strong, and this level of attack is not even a tickle for him, but anyone who touches him will fall to the ground weakly.

The skeletons seemed to realize that the creature in front of them was something they could not afford to provoke, and many of the green fire skeletons had already put away their bows and arrows and retreated into the forest.

"Retreated?

"I'm not dreaming, are these skeletons being forced to retreat?"

"Retreat! Retreat!"

"The village is defended!"

A fierce cheer erupted from the crowd, and the joy of desperate survival and victory made the men babble gibberish with excitement.

Some of them even fell to their knees and kowtowed to Yan Xing, although Yan Xing couldn't understand what they were saying, but they also felt the gratitude of the villagers.

"Come if you want, leave if you want, how can I let you be so wishy-washy?"

Yan Xing chuckled, and a clear dragon roar came out of his mouth.

He swooped down from the air, his nimble body rushing straight into the skeleton, his wings spreading.

Suddenly, the sound of bones breaking was clear, and none of them could resist his sturdy body, and the skeletons were cut off everywhere they passed.

Like a sickle cutting a piece of wheat, Yan Xing is invincible!

The strength of the two skeletons is very weak, the blue fire can only be regarded as the double heaven of the soul gathering period, and the green fire skeleton is slightly stronger, but it will not exceed the fourth heaven.

And the strength of their bodies is also very poor, Yan Xing didn't even use his true qi at all, and he slaughtered nearly half of them after a while.

The skeletons were defeated, and the team that had been a menacing force a moment ago was now only covered with bones......

......

In the village, women and children have taken refuge in their homes, locked doors, and a red-painted coffin lies in the open space where no one is visible, as if to merge with the darkness.

No one saw a cloud of black smoke shuttling through the forest, which was very strange. It is not appropriate to say that it is black smoke, it condenses but does not disperse, only a faint black gas is dragged behind it.

Night was its best disguise, and the black smoke silently approached the village, passing over the head of a skeleton, and it fell silently, its body intact, but the blue flames in its eye sockets were gone.

A moment later, black smoke drifted out of the woods, and not far away was the village.

The black smoke seemed to be conscious and purposeful, and instead of disturbing the villagers, it stopped in the village clearing, and next to it was the red-painted coffin.

The figure of Black Smoke, which no longer moved, began to become clear, and a strange vague figure gradually appeared.

Distorted limbs, unstable joints that sometimes drift apart, a head twice as large as an ordinary person, no face and no facial features, and completely made of black smoke.

The night, the coffin, the figure, the black smoke, whoever sees this picture will involuntarily shudder.

If Yan Xing was here, he would definitely be surprised to shout the name of this thing.

Hyozuka!

The spirit of the yozuka! the one who had intended to kill the young dragon!

Why is the yozuka here? Yan Xing must have asked this question, but he was now killing all sides, and he didn't know all this.

The head of the vague figure turned in a circle, and a pair of non-existent eyes stared motionlessly in Yan Xing's direction, the unnatural distortion of the head was already terrifying, and it turned its head back again after nearly half a minute, looking at the coffin in front of it.

"I actually know my details, and the power behind the Yan Dragon is really not simple. ”

A buzzing whisper came from his face, hoarse and jerky, like two rusty swords striking each other.

As he spoke, the black mist surged, and an old piece of yellow paper floated out.

The color of the paper is different shades and full of wrinkles, probably soaked in water, and some symbols are blurred on the surface of the paper, and the colors are mixed together, and you can only barely see that it is a piece of rune paper.

A very ordinary talisman, without the slightest breath, just like the old Taoist priests on the mountain who painted the scrapped rune paper, but it just gives people a very ancient feeling.

Hyozuka cautiously pasted it on the coffin, and then hurriedly retreated, as if he couldn't avoid it, and was extremely resistant to the rune paper.

It turned and floated away without hesitation, seemingly unwilling to linger here a few more moments.

"Whatever it is, it's too weird to be in the world. ”

"He didn't hesitate to send this kind of thing to kill this young dragon......"

"Hopefully the risk I've taken is worth it. ”

(To be continued)......