In the depths of the lotus swamp, there is an ancient monument erected in the dense forest.

The tombstone is old, the handwriting is mottled and illegible, so that it looks like a white floc hidden behind the jade, this white is not pure and clean, but like the gray-white of the skin of a dead man, clump after clump, but at the moment it is not moving.

Looking at the five black fingers that came out from behind the tombstone again, Xia Guang held them down, pulled them out, threw them high, held Fang Tian's halberd with both hands, twisted his waist, turned sideways, and looked at the black ghost shadow that floated down slowly, and waved his luck out.

Rumble!

Another unimaginable explosion.

The black ghost was vigorously whipped away, like a ball, spun rapidly, pierced through the shade of the trees, and flew into the sky, turning into an inky mist again.

There is no need to look for the missing person anymore, and it is clear at a glance that in a deep pit three hundred meters in front of this ancient monument, there are about two or three hundred corpses lined up, each of which is inserted in the stone thorns erected in the pit, including Xia Tang, who came out of nowhere, and is not spared.

There is no fluke in the world, and those who support until the last moment and wait for the rescue are just fairy tales after all.

Even if you keep someone under the knife on the execution ground, it's just a beautiful joke.

Xia Tang's horse lance was straight and cold, four feet long, like a souvenir, inserted in the dirt beside him, and the top of the lance was still hung with a dragon mask, and in the whimpering forest wind, it hit the metal lance with a click.

It looks bleak and tragic.

Unfortunately, the dense forest at the end of the swamp, the smell of rotting plants, and the rows of stone thorns that pierce the human body are strangely like religious sacrifices.

As a human being, this future black genius is certainly heroic and cautious, but it's a pity... He didn't get the favor of the Golden Finger.

But even if he gets the favor of the golden finger, the future will eventually be robbed of his body by the stone statue hidden behind the scenes...

It's hard to be a human being.

The Divine Warrior King stared intently at the corpse hanging on the stone thorn, and at the same time waited for the black ghost to come back to life, he was testing for something, that is, whether this black shadow was strange here, because the clouds on the stone tablet showed no signs of wriggling at all.

It didn't match what he knew.

Just as he was thinking about it, there was a noisy sound of footsteps on the path bordering the swamp and the dense forest.

There are really a few heroes who are not afraid of death, carrying knives, guns and sticks, and walking along the deep path of the lotus swamp to the end.

"Lord Shenwu, are you alright?"

"King Shenwu! We're late. ”

"We're here to help!"

The Jianghu guests who came to the river and lake shouted in their usual style, and the wind vector Niu Shuangfei was also among them, and he was curiously looking at everything in this forbidden place.

Judging from the explosive sound just now, the Divine Warrior King had already taken control of the situation inside.

And the most important thing for Jianghu people is boldness.

Therefore, there is generally a forbidden place or something, and the one who dies first must run the rivers and lakes.

So, the Jianghu guests who chased all the way from Huachiji ran in, and also saw the terrifying ancient monument, and the five ink-colored fingers that had just poked out from behind the tombstone again.

The bold reckless man carried a ghost head knife, showed his leg hair, and his face was full of meat, and he was about to spray a sentence of "pretending to be a ghost", but before the words came out, he only felt a depression emerging from the bottom of his heart.

It was a depression that bordered on drowning and suffocation.

The reckless man with the knife swallowed his saliva, and he obviously needed to shout out "pretending to be a ghost", but he became like a girl, stammering in a low voice, and hesitating.

The Jianghu guests only felt a chill all over their bodies, and cold sweat appeared on their spines, as if they were just looking at that finger, and the weakness in their hearts began to spread.

This powerlessness suddenly disappeared.

It was only because the strange ink-colored fingers were held down, the black hair was scattered, and the man with the halberd in his hand was already slightly distorted, his face was expressionless, and he grabbed the finger to death, and then pulled it out and threw it into the sky.

The Jianghu guests couldn't help but look up and look up.

This must be the source of terror hidden in the forbidden land, right?

It's just that this look is almost gone, even if they can drink boldly, go to duel to kill and be killed, their hearts don't skip a beat, but just this look, they only feel like a dense drum beat in their chests.

"That's... What's that..."

Black skin, extremely long hair all over the body, almost covering the entire body, unable to see the limbs clearly, and only when rolling can you accidentally see the face of the man in the center.

His eyes were closed, his lips were pursed, his hair was overgrown, his lips were still a little blood-red, and his fangs poked out of his mouth, pressing against his gray lips.

If the tofu is left for a long time, it will give birth to white hairs when it is fermented.

And this black monster... It's like a human corpse has fermented, and the black hair that grows is slender, and except for a face, the rest of the place is tufts of mullahs.

At the same time that the quacks saw the monster, the monster also saw them, as if they had found a savior, and their pursed mouths showed a strange smile.

Although the monster was still in mid-air, it turned into a black light and flew directly into the Jianghu guests.

It likes to appear behind people.

As long as there are other people, it can escape through the backs of other people.

And the time it takes to reach the person who can be seen from where you are is is nothing more than an instant.

Niu Shuangfei looked at the green light from the lightning, and instinctively wanted to use his body to make a move, but the black light did not let him escape, did not let him escape, this Niu Shuangfei felt that his feet were heavy, as if two ghost hands grabbed his ankles.

What's more, his consciousness moved, but his body couldn't react accordingly.

In front of this black monster, they are fish and meat, to be slaughtered.

But at this moment, there was another dazzling flash.

Then in Niu Shuangfei's eyes, behind the flying green monster, the light was shining, as if the sun was coming, the Shenwu King holding the halberd suddenly appeared, his face was expressionless, and his black hair was dancing backwards in the air flow born from this impact, opening his teeth and dancing his claws.

Holding the halberd in both hands, from top to bottom, the halberd rod pressed directly against the back of the black-haired monster's head.

The "fixation" of the Jianghu guests was unraveled, and they instinctively flew away in the opposite direction.

Two rays of light fell to the ground at the same time.

Rumble!

The ground of this dense forest exploded into a small pit, the earth splashed, the loud sound spread, the earth shook, and after the gray dust dissipated, the Shenwu King in the center of the pit was holding the halberd in one hand, and the monster was inserted at the end of the halberd, which penetrated its head.

Pick at will, twist the waist skillfully again, hold the halberd, and pull it out.

Sky...

It was another brilliant black mist.

At first, they came here with the idea of at least being able to take a hand, but at the moment it seems that they are not even a burden, and the martial arts they have practiced hard have gained experience in the fight, and they are useless here.

At this point, if King Shenwu doesn't help, it is estimated that he will not be able to survive even a second.

The wind medium Niu Shuangfei smiled wryly, and was about to say something.

King Shenwu waved his hand: "Go out, this is not the place you should come." ”

As soon as the words fell, it was like a holy decree.

The menacing Jianghu guests, brushing it, all slipped away at a faster speed than when they came.

Xia Guang was a little on tiptoe, and his figure fluttered up from the dirt pit and landed in front of the tombstone, looking at the unchanging wadding on the tombstone, his brows jumped slightly.

It's been killed many times, and this has never changed, which means that this black-haired monster is not the protagonist at all.

So, this time, he didn't stop and wait for the appearance of the black-haired monster, trampling on the wet and soft ground of the dense forest in the swamp, exploring the depths again, and when he bypassed the stone thorn pit, he saw that there were a few missing corpses among the hundreds of corpses...

His exercises are superb, and his memory is naturally excellent.

The number of corpses missing is equal to the number of black-haired monsters that he just killed.

In other words, the real weirdness should be "fermenting corpses", and then urging these special black-haired corpses to attack themselves.

Xia Guang already understood.

But his footsteps suddenly stopped.

In his eyes, on the stone thorns, Xia Tang's face was extremely painful and wrinkled, presumably because he had borne unimaginable pain when he died.

However, he was okay after all, just clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, endured, endured, and thought that at the last moment, he did not make any embarrassed expressions or say any nonsense.

Looking at the corpses around them, each face can be described as a grimace, showing the ugliness of the pre-death period.

"After death, it's just an empty space, and there is nothing wrong with surviving, even if you kneel and beg in embarrassment, it seems that you shouldn't blame anything. ”

King Shenwu stopped, and muttered to himself as if he was mourning, "It's just that you are worthy of the seed of my old Xia family, and you are dead, and you are also dying like a person, if such a ghost has not come to this world, if it is still three hundred years ago at this moment, you are afraid that you can at least leave it in the history books in the name of a fierce general, instead of being so nameless, right?"

Fang Tian's halberd was carried on this man's shoulder, he didn't look at it, suddenly pushed the end of the rod back with his left palm, and in the whistling sound, he flew out upside down with the black-haired monster behind him who didn't know when it came.

The halberd pierced through its body, making it impossible to resist, and with a snap it was pinned to a strange crumpled tree in the distance.

Xia Guang looked at the dead Xia Tang intently, "Uncle is late, I originally planned to wait for you to sharpen for a while, and your heart and strength have been improved to the point of peerlessness by yourself, and my uncle will help you to break the barrier and enter the state of selflessness, or if you are lucky, you may not be able to pass on the method of your mind, but it's a pity..."

King Shenwu sighed lightly and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Forget it, in the next life... Let's go back to my old Xia family, and when the time comes, my uncle will teach you well, let you carry a horse lance, or Fang Tian's halberd, anything, go to the world, and be the first in the world. ”

End of words.

Speechless.

The mind is moved, and what the heaven and earth feel is that the leaves of the sky are withering.

Like a wave of waves, it instantly enveloped the corpse in the center, drowning Xia Tang's tightly closed and endured face in great pain.

"Go to life, who does not die?"

A soft sigh.

Fallen leaves for burial.

"The place of death is the tomb, this is the life of the warrior, go. ”

With a push back, Fang Tian's halberd was half a step forward, and the supreme power contained on it directly blew up the strange tree and the black-haired monster.

With another move, the halberd flew into the palm of his hand.

Rumble!

The Divine Martial King rose into the air, his eyes were calm, staring at the dense forest in the depths.

Die!

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It's too fast before, the quality of the text has declined, and the recent two more have been the bottom, depending on the state...

When the adjustment is over, it will break out as soon as possible.