Yu Shangrong landed on the branch, gathered his breath, held the immortal sword, and closed his eyes sideways.

According to his current thinking, as long as he doesn't provoke himself, everything else will be ignored.

The purpose of his trip was to spend forty-nine days in peace and stability in the quagmire.

......

Not long after, the dragon-like cultivators flew near the quagmire.

Stopped.

Yu Shangrong felt strange, opened his eyes slightly, and saw the group of cultivators through the dense leaves.

These cultivators looked extremely strange in the moonlight, they were all wearing purple cloaks, and even wrapped their heads around them, so that they couldn't see their faces clearly, and the whole was gloomy.

Especially hovering, in a long line, it looks extremely oozing.

"Ahead, is the place where bones are buried...... According to the plan, we need to manipulate all the dead skeletons. ”

"For hundreds of years, there have been many dead people in the place where bones are buried...... Most of the dead in the nearby city will be thrown here and buried with high-level sacrifices. ”

One of the cultivators flew forward, skimmed over the mire, looked at the place where the bones were buried, and said in a loud voice:

"Great sages, they deserve our respect...... Their souls and wills are passed on after death. ”

Several cultivators flew behind him.

Their gaze fell on the skeleton in the Bone Field.

These skeletons are one of the hole cards left by the Loulan people.

When Yu Shangrong saw this scene, his heart relaxed slightly.

Apparently they were doing things against skeletons......

The place of bones is one of Loulan's hole cards, and the upper class brings them together in the name of respecting the dead. In fact, I hope that they can still protect Loulan after they die. Witchcraft will be the key to manipulating these skeletons.

......

Yu Shangrong retracted his gaze and ignored it, but closed his eyes and prepared for sleep.

At this time, those purple-robed cultivators all flew to the quagmire.

Circles were formed around the quagmire.

"Let's do it. ”

"Kudos. ”

The purple-robed cultivator at the front pressed his hands to his chest, then put his palms together and dragged them up towards the sky.

A faint purple glow appeared in the palm of his hand.

A purple light flew towards the place where the bones were buried.

The aperture fell, and it landed on a skeleton, which moved as if it had come to life.

"Formation. ”

The other purple-robed cultivators stood in their positions and held their palms at the same time.

Look up at the sky!

The hoods that wrapped around their heads fell, and their foreheads, all engraved with purple lotus flowers, lit up one by one at the moment of performing the witchcraft.

Buzzing...... Vitality energy surges.

"Kan...... Technique...... Divine...... Cast...... Floating...... Wood...... Quiet...... Measure...... Xin ......"

A series of incomprehensible incantations came out of his mouth, wafting out of the purple gas, mobilizing the vitality of heaven and earth.

Purple circles of sorcery spawn underneath your feet.

Snore.

Snore.

In the clear water area in the middle of the quagmire, the bubbles bubbled up violently.

The purple-robed cultivators were puzzled.

"Be vigilant, there are living people. ”

As witchcraft practitioners, they perceive the dead far beyond normal people, and the same is true for the living.

They all looked at the waterhole area and glanced at each other.

Temporarily stop what you are doing and focus your eyes on the waterhole.

"I'm sorry. ”

A gentle voice came from the nearby jungle.

The purple-robed cultivators were stunned for a moment, and hurriedly looked over and raised their heads one after another.

Under the moonlight, the cultivator who spoke out slowly flew out of the jungle and suspended in front of him, the light falling on his cyan robe, somewhat lonely. But there is also an unpredictable aura on his body.

This is the calmness of wandering among the masters all year round, and the confidence to survive on the blade of the sword.

Yu Shangrong was the first to speak:

"If you can, please go somewhere else and perform witchcraft......"

"Why?" said the leading witchcraft practitioner in wonder.

Yu Shangrong raised his head, looked at the moonlight, and said, "Don't you think it's quiet and peaceful here, which is very suitable for resting?"

"I'm sorry for this friend...... We do what we are told. Witchcraft must be practiced here. Another cultivator said.

"The burial ground is very large, changing the position, it won't make a difference......," Yu Shangrong smiled gently, "I sincerely hope that you will accept my suggestion." ”

A witchcraft practitioner in the back disagreed:

"Why don't we change places? You want to rest, there are many good places! Witchcraft is the best place we have chosen!"

"Me too. Yu Shangrong responded simply with three words.

"Friend, please leave. ”

Yu Shangrong shook his head slightly, and sighed indifferently: "If you wish, then stay all." ”

When the words fell.

The immortal sword in his arms spun out.

One into two, two into four, four into eight......

The dense sword gang appeared in an instant, condensing the formation in the air.

Sword Demon Fate!

"Defense!"

Many cultivators hurriedly raised their hands, and a huge purple barrier rose from the witchcraft circle.

The fate of the sword demon fell like a rainstorm.

Bang bang!

The sword shattered the withering and decaying, and broke the barrier of witchcraft.

The remaining sword gang suddenly passed through the chests of several of the cultivators......

A team of more than fifty witchcraft practitioners died in an instant.

The rest, with horrified faces, continued to perform witchcraft.

Yu Shangrong raised his right hand.

The Immortal Sword flew back into his palm, clenched it tightly, and stepped forward.

"Block!"

"Kill him!"

Several purple circles condensed and formed, flying towards Yu Shangrong.

Yu Shangrong's body is like electricity, shuttling forward, and a sword swings out!

Countless sword gangs, knocking those purple circles into the air one by one!

Bang bang bang!

Several cultivators flew out sideways, and at the same time, at some point, the sword gang formed in the air and fell straight down, piercing the chests of those cultivators who were knocked away.

Poof!

Poof!

One corpse after another fell.

In the blink of an eye, there were only a dozen or so left of the fifty witchcraft cultivators.

The cultivator at the head frowned and shouted, "Retreat!"

Waving their robes, more than a dozen people turned around and ran.

Yu Shangrong said indifferently: "I'm sorry...... None of them can go. ”

If they are allowed to go and go back to report the news, then what is the matter?

Yu Shangrong burst out with the speed of his whole body, and the faint red light on the sword was much brighter than before!

Great Magical Powers!

Flashing!

A sword pierced through one of the lagging ones.

Keep moving forward, step through the air and flicker!

Four or five trained witchcraft practitioners turned around and rolled out purple circles with their palms.

With the experience of the great witch of the enemy, Yu Shangrong did not give those purple energies the slightest chance to get closer, and immediately swung the immortal sword with all his might.

Sword intent without a trace!

Dense sword marks formed all around!

Several purple circles were swept by the extreme sword gang.

When they looked up, Yu Shangrong had already appeared above them, his arms outstretched, and under his arms, a row of swords went straight down.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The sword fell, piercing through their bodies.

"Great Yan's swordsman?"

In the blink of an eye, there was only one witchcraft practitioner left.

The man had run some distance, and when he saw that his companion was dead, he stopped and turned to face Yu Shangrong.

He knew there was no need to run!

Yu Shangrong raised the sword in his hand, shook his head and said, "This is not my intention...... But I don't have a choice. ”

“......”

The leader said, "The cultivators of Great Yan are all so shameless and despicable?"

"You say yes, that's it......" Yu Shangrong was too lazy to talk to anyone.

"Huh...... I admit that Da Yan's fighting power is very strong. But this time...... You're killing just a few low-level wizards. If you kill me...... Wangcheng is bound to investigate. By then...... Even if you run to the ends of the earth, we will hunt you down. ”

"Is this a threat?" Yu Shangrong was interested.

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