The night is as cool as water, and the moonlight sprinkles on the mountains, which is extraordinarily quiet, but there is a basin surrounded by mountains on all sides, and a strange thick fog wind blows away, enveloping the mountain town, compared with the surroundings, it seems like two different worlds.

Bald Mo Dahai, the Taoist priest and the rest of the three sword cultivators rushed out of the lobby in the blink of an eye, standing on the bluestone road of the town, the dense fog was misty, and there was a white expanse three zhang away, even with their far beyond ordinary people's eyesight, they could not see through the dense fog.

Coming out of the lobby and stepping into the thick fog, several sword cultivators felt a little cool.

"This treacherous mist seems to be able to weaken our five senses to a certain extent, and I can't sense anything three feet away, what about you?" the fat man's face was full of vigilance, always defending against attacks that could come from any direction.

"Indeed, it seems that this monster is not easy to deal with. A wisp of gloom appeared between the young sword cultivator's eyebrows.

"A group of bad seeds, if you are afraid, hurry up and get out of the way for Lao Tzu, don't hinder Lao Tzu from slaying demons!"

The Taoist priest raised the black sword in his hand and walked in the opposite direction of the bald head, and his figure disappeared into the churning fog after three breaths.

The remaining three sword cultivators looked at me, I looked at you, just as the old man among them wanted to speak, a strange low roar sounded in the dense fog on the left, and the three of them immediately turned around and stared at the dense fog.

The strange sound was getting closer and closer, like two rough bones rubbing against each other, and like some old man chewing on a hard object, all in all, quite weird, and the three people who listened to it felt cold in their backs and weak in their hearts.

The reason for this feeling may have a lot to do with the strange things I heard in the lobby.

They raised their swords, held their breath, and were highly concentrated, and as long as the other party appeared in the field of vision, the three of them guaranteed to attack at the first opportunity.

Just as the three of them were tense and ready to attack, the strange sound suddenly stopped.

They listened for a long time, but there was no movement.

Is it a long way?

The fat man's tense nerves quietly relaxed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "It seems that he has gone far." ”

At this moment, that strange voice suddenly sounded, and the sound was surprisingly loud, it seemed to be on his side!

The fat man's eyes shrank, and he turned around suddenly, only to see the thick fog suddenly churning, and then a half-rotten and half-green thing in a shroud rushed out, its left eye was completely rotten, and it was crawling with white corpse insects, and its face was full of rotten flesh, which was extremely disgusting.

It flew with its teeth and claws, and a disgusting corpse smell hit its face directly, making it dizzy.

The fat man's whole body was tense, and the sword force in his body subconsciously operated, and the invisible and qualitative sword pressure burst out, knocking the other party back into the thick fog.

This monster doesn't seem to be very powerful?

When the fat man saw that guy couldn't even bear the pressure of his own sword, his heart suddenly relaxed, thinking that the other party was just a wax-headed silver gun, and he couldn't use it.

"This monster is so weak!"

The old man exclaimed at this time: "Be careful!

The fog churned violently, and in an instant, hundreds of hideous and ugly faces pounced out of the thick fog, some white, some half-rotten, and some completely white bones.

So much!

The faces of the three of them were all frightened, although they were afraid, but the movements in their hands were not slow, the three sword weapons were hurriedly raised, and the sword light drove hundreds of sword qi, sweeping away all the monsters that pounced on them with a sweeping momentum.

They seem to be vicious, but they are very fragile, and under the attack of sword qi, their bodies burst and their limbs fly sideways.

"They're not monsters at all, they're dead people!" the old man's face was ugly.

The fat man was shocked and frightened: "Why do dead people move?"

"I've never seen this situation before, and I can't answer your question. ”

"The dead are also people, there is nothing to be afraid of if they are people, their bodies have long been corrupted, fragile, worse than the living, what is there to be afraid of, how many come, how many I will kill!"

It was the youngest of the three, the young sword cultivator, who spoke, and his confident words were in line with the sentence that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

Many times, you will find that God has a nasty bad taste, that is, he likes to slap his face and slap hard.

As soon as the words of the young man here fell, a series of strange sounds sounded in the dense fog, and the intensity of the dense fog was far greater than just now.

"Here we go again!"

"And quite a few!"

Whew-

The fierce corpse wind stirred the thick fog, and the next moment, an incalculable number of dead people rushed out, their hideous and disgusting faces more terrible than any fierce beast, and their dull and godless eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

Some of them were dressed in village corrosion, and many more were tattered armor. There were men and women, old and young, and the number of them made the scalps of the three people numb and panic.

The sword qi erupted again, slashing a large piece of brush, but the dead man behind it still frantically impacted as if he hadn't seen it.

The three of them roared angrily, their sword qi erupted frequently, and even their sword skills were thrown out of several, but the dead people in front of them really seemed to be endless, and they couldn't kill them all, they had new soil on them, as if they had just crawled out of the ground.

In the surrounding houses, the villagers are either curled up under the bed, hiding in the rice jar, or hiding in the cellar...... They trembled and did not dare to look at the outside world.

On the roof of the town mayor's mansion, Li Jiang looked down on the three sword cultivators who were surrounded by dead people in the thick fog, silent, without the slightest thought of helping.

If this situation was changed to before the Taichu Sword Pavilion was not destroyed, he would definitely not hesitate to come to the rescue, but unfortunately, the blood color of that day had completely changed his mentality.

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are dogs.

In this world, where the sky is high and the earth is wide, the living beings compete, the lions eat the sheep, the sheep eat the grass, the grass ingests the nutrients of the earth, the people kill the demons, and the demons kill the people......

Killing 10,000 people is killing, and pinching an ant to death is also killing, so what is the difference between more or less? All souls are born to be executioners, and no one will be a bodhisattva of all sentient beings.

Isn't the act of killing demons in the Taichu Sword Pavilion a killing?

If the original concept of the Taichu Sword Pavilion was not to slay demons and eliminate demons, but to concentrate on the development of power, perhaps it would also become one of the top holy places in the Sword Pole Heaven, and in this case, it might not be destroyed.

Unsympathetic...... No, Li Jiang just understands the world better, sees and hears more clearly.

Li Jiang looked at it for a while, then dodged and left.

The three of them seem to be killing in all directions, but in fact, they have already stepped into the death trap of the corpse demon.

The dense fog that permeated the body actually contained the corpse qi buried underground for a long time, and under the control of the corpse demon, they were mixed in the thick fog, making the longer they stayed in the fog, the more troublesome it became.

If ordinary people stay in this fog for a long time, they will run out of vitality within a few days, and they will directly become corpses in the hands of corpse demons, at their mercy.

This is also the reason why the corpse demon does not kill the villagers in the town, because sooner or later they will die and become its men.

And because of their own strength, sword cultivators will not die like ordinary people, but because of the large intake of corpse qi, the consumption rate of sword yuan power in the body will increase, not only that, but the dense fog will also block this aspect of heaven and earth aura to a certain extent, so that the speed of recovery of sword cultivators will also slow down.

This back-and-forth change was enough for the sword cultivator to exhaust the sword yuan power in his body in a short period of time and become fish on the board.

Once you are deeply trapped in it and can't break through quickly, then the only way waiting for the sword cultivator is death.

The number of corpse demons is scarce, and the birth conditions are extremely harsh, even in the Sword Pole Heaven, not to mention this resource-poor Sword Fan Heaven.

With the knowledge of these people, I am afraid that this is the first time I have encountered this situation, so I have no experience, and I don't know that I have fallen into the death trap of the corpse demon.

Li Jiang's gaze swept through the dense fog inch by inch, thinking secretly.

Where the hell are you hiding?