"Slow ......down" Mu Qingyang raised his palms and walked in front of Luo Luo unhurriedly, this is not pretense, but indeed a means to create psychological tension on the other party, making the other party more nervous due to time and atmosphere. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Obviously, Luo Luo became more and more frightened as Mu Qingyang approached, and its whole body trembled If it weren't for a hemp rope wrapped around its neck, I'm afraid it would have fallen to the ground all of a sudden.

"I want useful news, if you can't satisfy me, you'll be just as ...... as them" Mu Qingyang pointed to the corpse on the ground.

"I ...... I...... I know, I know that Lord Chihuan ......" The flame demon's teeth trembled, and it almost didn't dare to look at Mu Qingyang, only dared to sneak a glance at Mu Qingyang: "Oh...... No, it's this guy called the Red Guy, and its treasures are stored in that cave......"

"Hmm......" Mu Qingyang pondered for a while, and asked a few more questions, obviously, in order to be able to survive, Luo Luo was like pouring beans into a bamboo bucket for everything he knew...... At least on the surface.

Mu Qingyang's guess was right, this Lord Chihuo was indeed the leader of the Demon Legion of the Shura Realm. Obviously, the underworld is not the patent of human beings, as long as it is a race with intelligence, in the process of socialization, it will definitely develop one kind or another "community organization", which is unavoidable even in the most "advanced" and "democratic" country in the world of Mu Qingyang. The whole society is like yin and yang. There is a positive side, and there will be a consequent yin side, but in troubled times, the yin is prosperous and the yang is declining, and this kind of community organization will flourish a lot, and in peacetime, the yang is prosperous and the yin is declining, and the community is suppressed by the powerful organs of the government department, and it will converge a lot.

Strictly speaking. The power of this Celestial Lord is also a gangster leader with a military background in modern society, of course, in a demonic society. There is no concept of "country", so this gangster leader is naturally a small figure in a small area.

According to Luo Luo, Chi Huan's subordinates directly control dozens of low-level demons who are "begging for a living" in the Shura realm, and there are some who indirectly take refuge. Maybe more, most of them are some earth demons, bad demons and other races. In this desolate area, they rely on some stealing chickens and dogs, extorting some equally low-level natives to survive.

In fact, under normal circumstances, facing a real mid-level or even high-level demon. These low-level demons would never dare to provoke them at will, unlike on Earth, if an offensive move was discovered by those high-level demons, the result would be absolutely tragic, and in most cases they would lose a small life. Therefore, for these demons, the eye is definitely the most important, how to choose a suitable prey. It's not an easy thing to do. And they were planted in Mu Qingyang's hands this time, in a sense, it can also be attributed to the lack of eyesight. I chose someone I shouldn't have chosen to shoot.

In fact, it's no wonder that they are, because "newcomers" like Mu Qingyang, who come for the first time, are usually the easiest targets to target because they are not familiar with the local situation, and generally speaking, the strength of these "newcomers" is generally not high.

Crossing a hill, Mu Qingyang took Luo Luo in front.

At this time, Luo Luo said, "This...... This ......" a few times, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped.

"What's this...... If you have a fart, let it go! Mu Qingyang glared at him.

"Ahead, around the corner, there's the hole in the ground."

"Why don't you say it earlier, lead the way." Mu Qingyang ran forward quickly, Luo Luo took the second half of the sentence back to his heart, and walked there with him.

After walking for a few dozen meters, I turned a corner, and a stone cave appeared in front of me, which was the size of three basketball courts, which was already a magnificent building in such a small place.

Mu Qingyang looked at the hole, his heart was happy, and he jumped to the front of the cave quickly.

The simple wooden door was closed, and before Luo Luo could say a word, Mu Qingyang had already kicked the door open.

Tong!

The sound of the door slamming open echoed in the hole in the ground, and then a wind rushed out of the gloomy doorway and hit Mu Qingyang's face.

He squinted slightly, and saw the situation in the cave of the feeding hall clearly.

Even a person like him, who is not afraid of heaven and earth, felt goosebumps floating on his neck, and took a deep breath unnaturally.

Slowly turned his head sideways to look at Luo Luo beside him.

Luo Luo smiled weakly, lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Mu Qingyang's eyes.

Because in this huge cavern, there are hundreds of black coffins neatly placed.

At the end of the cave was carved a dense network of runes.

There was a smell of decay in the whole cavern, because there was no light, only phosphorus fire, and the black whirring in this wide cavern, coupled with the coffin, was indeed chilling.

Mu Qingyang's unnaturalness only lasted for a short breath, and his expression returned to normal. He'd crawled out of the pile of dead people, so he didn't care, and it was a clean and hygienic place.

Now it seems that this is very clean, except for being a little more eerie.

These hundreds of coffins are all very well preserved, Mu Qingyang asked Luo Luo to split the firewood on the side into wooden strips, and then put phosphorus fire powder, and the flint was pulled to make a fire.

With the light of this fire, the originally gloomy cave has more warmth.

Mu Qingyang commanded Luo Luo to start rummaging through the cabinets.

It's just that nothing useful can be found except for some rotten offerings.

Those coffins were all sealed, Mu Qingyang thought about it again, and finally chose a disrespectful way to the deceased, he was about to open the coffin, after silently muttering a few words, he took out a sword and moved lightly on the coffin, and finally gritted his teeth and waved, and there was a crack.

The lid of the coffin rises and falls.

A dried corpse met Mu Qingyang's eyes.

The corpse had not decomposed into a skeleton, its skin was brown, and the dead man lay there, a female corpse, still dressed in gorgeous clothes.

After raising a coffin, Mu Qingyang's psychological pressure was gone, starting from one and starting from a hundred, he simply called Luo Luo to help open the coffin one by one.

I don't know why, Mu Qingyang seems to be getting more and more gloomy.

The dead qi in the cave is compressing Mu Qingyang's latent darkness bit by bit, and the dark cold qi that seeps out, Mu Qingyang's eyes seem to be shrouded in a red halo all day long, and the brutal killing intent can't be suppressed. Lolo hid far away, and no one wanted to stand next to someone who could "explode" at any moment.

Watching the black gas rise little by little, ankles, knees, and thighs ......, it was as if hell was getting closer. Mu Qingyang's heart, which had been silent, began to burn.

This small flame burst a crack into the hard shell wrapped in layers, and then swept away like a wasteland fire...... The yin wind in the cave suddenly roared, and the whining sound echoed in the empty cave, obviously it was ten o'clock at noon, but the light in the cave dimmed sharply.

Mu Qingyang slowly raised his head and smiled strangely at Luo Luo, who was hiding in the corner, his teeth, which were much whiter than ordinary people, glowed. Luo Luo jumped up with a thud of fright and dodged away. His heart almost stopped with that smile, and that face was really horrible.

Why does it look like a vicious snake with a young and handsome face, as if it will open its big mouth and swallow itself mercilessly at any time. Mu Qingyang was completely immersed in that power.

He could feel that all the cells in his body were boiling, and the violent energy was raging in his body, as if each cell had become an independent individual, a monstrous beast, huddled together, and let out a terrible roar.

Hey, hey, hey......

Mu Qingyang's laughter echoed faintly in the gloomy cave, the whites ......of his eyes turned black, and his pupils shrank into a little blood red the size of a pinhead. A wisp of green smoke poured out of his facial features. As soon as the flame of the rope that bound the hair turned into a smear of black ash, the long hair was scattered down, which was no longer terrible and strange that words could describe. Mu Qingyang no longer seems to be in human form, and he no longer has a little human breath on him. But his people are sober.

Yes, very sober.

Mu Qingyang's eyes froze, his right fist clenched violently, and his shirt suddenly turned into black ash. The strong and slender body was fully exposed, the muscle texture was perfect, and the pale brown skin was full of masculinity, but on his chest, permeating his arms, there were now circles of strange blood-colored markings, and the appearance of the markings was like an eye peeking into the outside world.

Is this the power of "you"? ”

Mu Qingyang's laughter turned into a cold inquiry, as if he was talking to another self.

He fished it with his right hand, and there was a cloud of black gas in his palm. Immediately, the black qi fluctuated violently, and after a while, it turned into a black liquid......

Obviously something was happening, changing Mu Qingyang's more and more obvious non-human aura, more and more terrifying power, and more and more cruel methods. Circles of strange markings are still spreading at a speed invisible to the naked eye......

Evil!

Bloom!

Just when the surging evil power was about to run through Mu Qingyang's body, suddenly a vortex-like suction force was generated in Mu Qingyang's lower abdomen, and suddenly those evil forces that spread everywhere were pulled away like a long whale absorbing water, and the blood-colored markings on Mu Qingyang's body trembled, struggling, and the cells in his body were resisting.

It's just that the suction is so great that it's irresistible.

Mu Qingyang felt a tingling pain in his head.

Then the consciousness splits into tiny pieces and reunites.

"Bang" a shock.

The strange light in Mu Qingyang's eyes suddenly dissipated, and the blood lines on his body also disappeared, and he let out an unwilling roar. Slammed his fist into the ground, kicking up a block of dust and mud several meters high.

Suddenly, Mu Qingyang quieted down and stared straight into the depths. Luo Luo didn't know where to hide, Mu Qingyang retracted his gaze, his eyes flashed, he began to push the coffin in front of him, the whole cave was extremely quiet, due to the wide area, the corner was pitch black.

Creak...... Chirping.

Mu Qingyang pushed the coffin to the most hidden corner, and in front of him was a large stone pillar with a diameter of half a meter, just blocking the faint light from the middle.

Mu Qingyang's aura fused with the darkness, and no one could detect him unless he had a perverted sense like a demon clan.

After a while, the walls shook and expanded like water streaks, and out of it slowly came a man in a black robe, bareheaded, holding a black wooden scepter inlaid with silver in his hand, pale skin, and deep-set eye sockets, making the visitor look eerie.

“#？ ～……”

The black-robed man shouted in a language that Mu Qingyang didn't understand. But the image of the black-robed man reminded Mu Qingyang of the abyss demon warlock he had seen before. Judging from his dress and behavior, Mu Qingyang could completely guess that this guy must have something to do with those evil black magic. In the realm of the dark arts, there are two types of people who are closest to death.

One of them is a demonic sorcerer who studies the taboo of death. The other is the declining undead lich.

Mu Qingyang didn't study magic too deeply, so he couldn't tell what kind of profession the guy in front of him belonged to.

But no matter what, the people who appear here in this situation are definitely not good citizens, and they must be inseparable from the abyss demons.

The black-robed man walked back and forth in the burrow, and those scattered coffins were his targets, like seeing a wild dog with flesh and bones, the black-robed man gathered those coffins, and there was a fanatical light in his eyes.

"Fortunately, the carcass is all there." After the black-robed man had inspected all the coffins, he relieved most of his heart.

Then he saw that the coffin was opened, although he didn't care too much, but the anger still invaded his heart, as a proud lich undead, the black-robed man felt that his dignity had been trampled on, and he cursed viciously: "Don't let me know who did it, otherwise you will all be turned into zombies." ”

The black-robed man raised the black scepter, and with his sharp and hoarse incantation, the entire cavern condensed.

Mu Qingyang's eyes shrank slightly, he saw that the scattered dead qi in the cave was almost condensed into substance, the yin wind was strong, and the temperature in the cave instantly dropped below freezing, and at this time, a circle of strange symbols appeared on several stone pillars in the cave.

Mu Qingyang clenched his fists tightly, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Knock, knock, knock, the coffin shook.

The dead air swirled and whistled towards the dead who had the lid open.

Recruited, screaming through the air.

It was as if there were tens of thousands of powerful souls screaming at the same time, which shook Mu Qingyang's qi and blood, and the most important thing was that the evil power that had been eliminated seemed to be tempted, and the rekindled red fire suddenly covered Mu Qingyang's pupils. When the black-robed man was doing this, he didn't notice that there was another person peeping at him under the same roof.

The black gas was running vertically, scurrying back and forth in hundreds of coffins.

With a scream, the coffin crackled and shook.

It was like a raindrop.

Mu Qingyang only felt a chill coming up from the tail cone, and the skin of his whole body stiffened because of tension.

What did he see......

Hundreds of corpses were seen moving......

Damn it...... Corpse!

He could barely help but scream.

With a strange pressure, he forcibly suppressed the voice that rushed to his throat.

"Up!"

The black-robed man's face was distorted, he roared wildly, and the scepter pointed at the sky, condensing the surging death qi.

Boom!

This neat and loud sound announced that hundreds of corpses jumped up alive and stood in the cave. These brown-skinned zombies move as neatly as a dance.

Hundreds of pairs of grayish-yellow dull eyes stared at the black-robed man.

Yin Yin smiled, and the black-robed man was extremely proud.

His painstaking work was finally completed.

With this...... Do those damn demonic warlocks still dare to be arrogant?

Thinking that the forces that defected to Los could suppress our great lich line, and that our civilization would never perish in the eyes of this group of forces, the black-robed man let out a gloomy roar, and a ghostly light flashed from his eyes, and he suddenly waved his scepter and pointed out the door: "Go and arrest him." ”

As soon as the words fell, two winds fluttered.

The two zombies jumped out, they took a step of more than ten meters, the bounce was amazing, and the flexibility also surprised Mu Qingyang.

Soon, there were several noises outside, followed by screams.

Mu Qingyang knew who it was when he heard the scream, and the two zombies jumped back from the door like a whirlwind, with a man with a blue nose and swollen face in the middle. (To be continued.) )