In the middle of the night, outside the Humen Pass, the cliff valley.

During the day, the cliff valley is dimly sunny, and the perennial wind and sand are covered with withered grass. And at night, it looks like the night is dark and the wind is high. The faint moonlight shone in, like a whitebait struggling in a deep pool full of algae, and the howl of the north wind was very seeping.

And even in the deepest part of this cliff valley, it is like hell.

In the deepest part of the valley is a clearing, which used to be full of rocks and rocks, but now it is full of ......

Corpse!

The corpses were in different forms of death and dressed in different costumes.

Some wore brocade clothes, some wore black night clothes, and some wore ordinary linen clothes......

If there are warriors from Humen Pass who come here, I am afraid that they will be recognized at a glance, and many of these dead people are warriors who have died in the battle in Humen Pass recently.

And if Tang Xian and the others were here, they would definitely find that the fifty members of the Jin Zhen Clan's dead soldier squad who infiltrated the Cliff Valley were all here.

If the leader of the dead warriors of the Jin Zhen clan was still alive, he would definitely find that among these dead people, there were also sword score contenders who had their heads cut off.

All in all, in the recent days, all the martial artists who died because of this sword sect sword pedigree are all here, and not a single one is missing!

And when these people died, some of them had their arms broken, some had their heads cut off, and some had their legs cut off, but whether they were missing arms or missing legs, all the stumps and broken arms had been stitched together and pieced together into a complete person. Even the severed ones were stitched together.

Some were stitched up crudely and lay in strange positions.

But these more than 200 dead warriors were all neatly placed in the open space, without exception.

The whole clearing was filled with the smell of the corpses of the dead, maggots crawling on the corpses, and flies smelling the smell of decay, circling in the air and making a buzzing sound.

If there were timid people here, I am afraid that they would instantly think that they had arrived at the eighteenth layer of hell in the Yama Temple.

And at the very front of the more than 200 dead people stood a man.

A ray of moonlight shined down through the cliff with difficulty, and found the person's body, revealing the person's face.

The green-robed Confucian is very thin, white-faced and beardless, and carries three long swords behind him.

Great Sword Hero Wu asked!

Wu Wenwen looked at the corpses all over the ground, his face was expressionless, but his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes were deep.

After a long time, Wu Wenwen sighed lightly, and said in a low voice to himself: "Zhao Jinwu, even if you have been dead for so many years, your Twin Sword Stream still has a fatal attraction to the people of the rivers and lakes......

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the dark path in the distance: "Hehe, I didn't expect that in addition to killing people, the killing sword would actually sigh for the dead?"

The voice is high and low, the yin and yang are unknown, and when you hear it in your ears, you will inexplicably feel a feeling of a carrion, which is eerie and harsh.

Wu Wenwen couldn't help frowning, and said flatly: "Mr. Walking, you're late!"

I saw that in the dark path, a person slowly walked out, and it was the person who had just spoken.

Dressed in a yellow dirty robe, with a crooked crown, several cloth bags hanging on his body, walking back and forth.

If the leader of the dead corpse of the Jin Zhen clan saw this person, he would probably cry out in shock. Because the man who came out had already died in his own hands!

This person is a wild Taoist!

But this wild Taoist priest who was called "Mr. Walking" by Wu Wendao did not look like a dead man at all, and he breathed very smoothly, and his face was also very good, especially when he saw the more than 200 corpses neatly placed in the open space, his face was even more red, as if the flower thief had seen the yellow flower girl.

Wu Wendao saw the appearance of the wild Taoist priest, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of disgust.

The wild Taoist priest did not come to Wu Daodao, but walked into the pile of corpses, looked left and right, and nodded from time to time to make a satisfied sound.

After looking at it for a long time, the wild Taoist priest turned his head, swayed his beard in the yin wind, and said with a smile: "If it wasn't late, how could you hear the exclamation of the killing sword......?" Rare ......"

Wu Wendao closed his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to talk to the wild Taoist priest, but simply said: "The corpses are here, let's start!"

The wild Taoist priest immediately blushed with excitement, stood on the corpses everywhere and pulled out a terrifying smile, and couldn't wait to say: "I used the sword spectrum of the Sword Sect to spread such a big game, just for now!"

With that, the wild Taoist priest turned around, walked to the center of more than two hundred corpses, exhaled deeply, and then put his hands into the cloth bag hanging in front of him, clenched his hands, and directly took out two large handfuls of yellow Dao talismans.

The Taoist talisman is made of very ordinary yellow paper, and it is painted with cumbersome patterns with black ink, and the ghost is generally drawn.

"Soul Capture...... Coming back...... The living are not near...... The dead are not separated from ......"

The wild Taoist priest shouted wantonly in his mouth, and at the same time, two large handfuls of yellow talismans in his hand were sprinkled into the air.

I saw that the yellow talisman was flying wantonly in the strong wind of the canyon, shuttling through the darkness, and making a loud noise.

At this time, the wild Taoist priest once again took out a rusty brass bell from the cloth bag.

"Ding ......", "Ding ......", "Ding ......"

The wild Taoist priest shook the brass bell gently, and the brass bell made a crisp sound with strong penetrating power, even in this howling wind, it could be transmitted into the ears without hindrance.

And with the sound of brass bells, the yellow talisman in the sky seemed to have life in an instant, and suddenly swooped down from the air, and the locusts crossed the border, flying towards the more than 200 corpses.

The wild Taoist priest sprinkled a total of 251 yellow talismans, and the corpses on the ground were exactly 251.

In a matter of moments, each yellow talisman was accurately pasted on the forehead between the eyebrows of each corpse!

One is not more, one is not too much!

After doing all this, the little eyes of the three sects of the wild Taoist priest suddenly widened, and the brass bell in his hand shook twice, and shouted: "Children, get up!"

The voice flickered high and low, echoing in the dark canyon like a song.

The next moment, a terrifying scene happened.

The more than 200 corpses suddenly moved!

Each corpse came to life in an instant, and the crowd of corpses stirred, startling a fly that was eating carrion.

Gradually, the two hundred and fifty-one corpses staggered to their feet.

Each corpse let out a low roar in its throat, its eyes glazed over, its mouth and nose spitting white gas, and its whole body turned a dull blue-purple color.

Two hundred and fifty-one corpses, two hundred and fifty-one living dead!

Wu Wendao, who was on the side, saw the whole process, but he was not surprised at all, but his eyes were calm and accustomed to it.

After doing all this, the wild Taoist priest smiled with satisfaction again, and said happily: "Hehe, with these two hundred and fifty children, the strength of the organization will be on a higher level! And ......"

The wild Taoist paused for a moment, and said proudly: "And this time not only did I get so many corpses, but it is more likely to provoke a war between Dahong and Jin Zhen again, and then there will be more of my children!"

Wu Wenwen's face was expressionless, but there was a faint hint of murderous intent in his eyes, and he said, "Mr. Walking, the organization doesn't want to make too many waves now, if you do too much...... I'll kill you!"

"Haha! This is the murderous sword I know!" The wild Taoist priest laughed, and suddenly said with great interest: "Murder sword, your student is also a good seedling, my eyes have been hot for a long time, when will he be my child?"

"You dare!" Wu asked, his sword eyebrows were sharp, his right hand turned into a phantom, and suddenly a sword behind his back came out, in this gloomy canyon, turned into a silver cold light, and stabbed at the throat of the wild Taoist priest like a thunderbolt.

Wu asked that he was a great swordsman, not to mention blocking his sword in the rivers and lakes, and there were very few people who could even see his sword clearly.

In an instant, the sword had already come within two meters of the Wild Daoist, and in less than a tenth of a second, the Wild Daoist's throat would be pierced by Wu Wendao.

But the smile in the eyes of the wild Taoist priest became even stronger......

"Sonorous!"

A sharp metal collision sound exploded in the canyon, and the piercing hum caused the stone walls to tremble, and the stones under their feet trembled and fell.

One blow and go.

At some point, there was already a tall figure standing in front of the wild Taoist priest, holding the sword in both hands in a cross outfit, just against the sword that Wu Dao would kill.

This person's face was pale, his skin was dull and stiff, and there was a yellow talisman on his brow.

The Living Dead!

At this time, there was one more living dead in the canyon.

Seeing this living dead, Wu Wendao took the sword in his hand lightly, picked it lightly with one hand, and the long sword bounced back into the scabbard.

Wu Wenwen stepped back, a complicated look on his face.

The great sword hero has been crisscrossing for decades, and there are not many people in the rivers and lakes who can block his sword, but the one in front of him is one of them!

"Hehe!" The wild Taoist priest was still smiling, smiling very happily, his hand patted the double sword living dead man in front of him, and said: "Murder sword, back then, the organization booby-trapped Zhao Jinwu outside the plug, and handed over Zhao Jinwu's body to me, you should understand......"

"It's hard for you to kill me!"

The Living Dead - Sword Sect Zhao Jinwu!

"Haha, children, go!" the wild priest laughed maniacally, shook the brass bell in his hand, turned and disappeared into the dark path.

Behind him, more than two hundred living dead people staggered, following the bell crowded, and Wu asked a person standing on top of the clearing.

This night, outside the Humen Gate, hundreds of corpses walk at night!