Ming Dao walked like an idle cloud, but from time to time a sword light flashed and beheaded the approaching rotting corpse.

There are corpses everywhere, but there is no blood flowing like a river, but most of them are in different places, and they look very cruel, Ming Dao secretly thought in his heart, maybe he has no intention of killing gods now.

But Ming Dao thought about it, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and thought of it self-deprecatingly

Killing dozens of rotting corpses makes me proud, and he also claims to kill gods, which is too ridiculous, and there are not a few who killed hundreds of people and thousands of people during the war years, not to mention that these people they killed were corpses, even if they were killed many times, they were just whipping corpses, it was really disgusting to think about it, and the pride that surged in my heart dissipated instantly, and the dark blue blood dripping from the tip of the sword added to Mingdao.

But

Ming Dao felt the spiritual power in his body, and a smile appeared on his face.

These corpses are not useless, at least they have added a lot of spiritual power to themselves, in fact, the energy contained in these corpses is not high, and at most they are at the peak of qi gathering, but most of them are only in the middle stage of qi gathering.

But the victory is in the quantity, the spiritual power brought to Ming Dao by more than forty corpse servants has already made Ming Dao close to the peak of the early stage of condensation, and it is no wonder that Bai Qi became famous early, how can such a cultivation speed not be fast, if he kills all the rest, it is estimated that he will be able to break through the middle stage of condensation, thinking of this, Ming Dao's hands trembled with excitement, this speed is against the sky.

But Ming Dao trembled excitedly, in the eyes of several corpse disciples on the periphery, Ming Dao was exhausted, and his spiritual power was about to be empty, and now he was just holding on.

Several disciples glanced at each other, gritted their teeth, and with more force, several of them bit the tip of their tongues together, sealed their hands, and crossed a trace of essence blood into the corpse servant in front of them.

The corpse servant who had inhaled the essence blood instantly doubled in size, more than two meters tall, his eyes were red and he let out a roar of rage, and rushed towards the Ming Dao.

Several disciples on the periphery had some pain on their faces, the essence blood was the essence of a body of blood, and the essence blood in their zombie bodies was even more scarce, but every trace of the essence contained in it was far beyond that of normal monks, so it was even more precious, and several people had already begun to calculate in their hearts, and when they went back, they would definitely let Lu Yishi compensate for some elixirs.

Ming Dao looked at the corpse servants around him who had become berserk, and instead of flinching, his eyes flashed with excitement, and becoming stronger meant that he could get more energy.

Ming Dao had already fought his way out of the encirclement, but when he saw the corpse servant chasing behind him, Ming Dao's figure flashed, and he reflexively took the initiative to rush towards the corpse servant, with a hint of indifferent smile on his face.

This is clearly giving points to yourself.

Pang Fatzi was idle at the moment, and he stayed outside boredly and looked at Ming Dao in the field and muttered

"Real pervert, can you break through without anything? Originally, I was already powerful enough for the fat man, hey, I didn't expect that with a pervert, there would be no room for the fat man to exert his power at all. ”

Pang Fatzi has been messing with Ming Dao for so long, so he can naturally see at a glance that Ming Dao must have made some breakthrough, so he simply stayed outside and didn't interfere with Ming Dao, just breaking through requires some running-in, and those corpse servants are the best tools.

If you let the disciples of the corpse gate outside know what Pang Fatzi thinks in his heart, the corpse servant he has carefully refined is actually used as a tool to run in the moves, it is estimated that he will have to cry "wow" on the spot,

Ming Dao is like a leisurely walk, swinging freely, every swing of the sword is just right, it looks as if the corpse servant took the initiative to collide with Ming Dao's sword, and the damage caused by each sword to the corpse servant is maximized, as if the distance between the two has been carefully calculated for the movement trajectory of each corpse servant.

Ming Dao frowned slightly, the corpse servant's ability to withstand beating after inhaling essence blood has increased by at least a few grades, originally Ming Dao was able to kill 7 or 8 corpse servants with one sword, but now one sword can only kill less than half of the previous one.

Seeing this scene, the disciples of the corpse gate let out a sneer, if Ming Dao wanted to kill these corpse servants under them, he would have to spend at least twice as much spiritual power as before.

A few people looked at Ming Dao's hands that were trembling more and more, and they saw that this should be almost a critical point.

A trace of suspicion flashed on Lu Yishi's face on the big tree in the distance.

"It's not right, this kid's arm has been shaking since the beginning, and he should be on the verge of exhaustion at that time."

Lu Yishi recalled, from that moment on, Ming Dao sent out 5 or 6 sword rays successively, although he said that his hand was getting more and more mixed, but his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he still had spare strength, Lu Yishi was a little puzzled, how many times could this kid send out such a sword ray.

Mingdao is under everyone's gaze.

A sword

Two swords

Three swords

Every time he swung his sword, Mingdao's hand trembled a little more, but it always seemed to be a little short.

The people of the corpse gate were praying that Mingdao would be exhausted quickly every time, watching the corpses of corpses be destroyed, and several people's hearts were dripping blood.

But Mingdao just doesn't fall, it's clearly at that critical point, but it hasn't been reached for a long time.

"Damn, why did this kid hold on for so long?!"

"Don't worry, hold on any longer, look at his appearance and it's almost there."

"I can't believe it, this girl has been like this since the beginning, and she has been grinding for more than half an hour."

"It's all come to this point, it's useless to say this, only to persevere, if we leave now, we will lose money, don't forget, Senior Brother Lu is talking about compensating us only after completing the task."

Ming Dao looked at the effect of his several swords, frowned, although he emptied all the corpses in the surrounding area, many of them with sword wounds quickly stood up again.

Ming Dao stayed where he was, bowing his head and muttering in a voice that he could only hear

"It's too slow."

Only three of them were killed by each sword, and the opponent's corpse puppet was estimated to have more than thirty left. If you really want to drag it out, I'm afraid that after killing yourself, the corpses of several people in the Tan family are estimated to be cold, not to mention.

Ming Dao looked up at the outermost people standing, these were the most difficult ones.

"Haha, finally arrived, he was exhausted."

"Hurry up, control the corpse servant and rush forward and take advantage of his illness to kill him."

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The people of the corpse gate standing at the outer gate looked at Ming Dao standing still in place, thinking that Ming Dao had exhausted his strength and was powerless to resist anymore, everyone rushed forward with excitement to control the corpse servant, and at the same time took out his magic weapon and rushed towards Ming Dao, Lu Yishi saw that the short sword in Ming Dao's hand was extraordinary, how could they not.

Lu Yishi's eyes flashed on the tree, and he naturally understood the thoughts of his junior disciples, Lu Yishi was not to be outdone, and he rushed towards Mingdao from the big tree behind him.

"It's a pity that the location of these corpses is too scattered, and it is really difficult to deal with it if it is crushed in one blow."

Ming Dao was pondering in his heart, when he suddenly heard a few excited roars from outside, and when he looked up, he saw that all the corpse servants around him had gathered and rushed towards him.

Ming Dao was stunned, and he was really sleepy and met the pillow, which happened to happen.

"Stop killing."

"Stop Killing"

"Stop Killing"

Ming Dao groaned twice in his mouth, and the last one burst out, and the spiritual power that had been condensed on the train before all exploded, and several silver lights swept across the spot, and a sword flower exploded like a bomb with Ming Dao as the center!

The sword light is bright, like the moonlight.