In the desert of bones, beyond the horizon, some vague black figures appeared.

Ten people, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand.

More and more figures, like a colony of ants pouring out of the horizon, mighty and mighty.

The shadow of death followed, desolate, ancient, dead silent, like an army of the dead.

These people have blank eyes, shriveled and cracked skin, and their clothes are tattered from thousands of years of wind and sand.

They dragged their blackened legs, even bone-white feet, as they walked aimlessly through the desert.

It's like a horde of zombies that never stops walking.

"Water!"

They thirst for water, cry out, and wander forever between the dead and the undead.

"Jiangmu corpse group, finally encountered!"

The leading Lingshan senior brother Yuan Gang was not frightened, but showed joy on his face.

It's exactly the same as what our ancestors wrote.

However, the others did not have such a good face, and they each remembered the legend of Penglai Xianmen, the legend of the living dead in the skeleton cemetery.

They are dead immortals, legendary immortals who died in the Great War!

The Jiangmu corpse group is similar to the zombie group.

However, they are not ordinary people who have been infected with the T virus, but immortal cultivators of the Ancient Penglai Immortal Gate who devoured the Jiangmu Fruit in ancient times and died in the skeleton cemetery.

Here are the graves of the immortals they wander about.

For countless years, many Penglai disciples have witnessed this team of the dead in the ruins. Any monk who tried to get close was torn to pieces by the group of dead.

It's taboo.

Even if the Jindan Sect Master came here, it was the mantis arm blocking the car, and it was torn to pieces by the Jiangmu corpses, so among the ruins of Penglai Island, there was a taboo that you must not get close to the skeleton desert corpses

Chu Wangxian frowned violently after listening to everyone talk about the reason for the group of corpses in Jiangmu for a while.

The immortals ate the peach tree fruit and eventually turned into a tree. Jiang Muguo ate it, died and turned into a zombie.

Sure enough, you can't eat things indiscriminately, the ancient sacred tree hides a big secret.

"Don't panic, do you know the purpose of these corpses?"

Chu Wangxian looked at Yuan Gang, and he was talking proudly.

"The Jiangmu corpse group, starting from Shenmu Lake every day, walks in the White Bone Desert of the Bone Cemetery, tries to get out of the White Bone Desert, and will feel thirsty halfway, and finally returns to Shenmu Pond. ”

"Day after day, never stop. ”

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, Senior Brother, you tell ghost stories, their hearts trembled uncontrollably, this is too cruel, and there is no peace even if you die.

But knowing what to do, the group of corpses of Jiangmu is approaching.

"Senior brother, if you want to fight or flee, you hurry up and get an idea. ”

"Second Senior Brother, don't be kidding, the ancient Penglai Immortal Gate is not the current Penglai Immortal Gate, but there are immortals above the Golden Pill. ”

These wandering corpses of Xinjiang wood, but the ancient immortals, cannot even destroy the physical body.

Isn't this nonsense?

Yuan Gang glared at the junior brother who spoke, "What kind of war! Don't think that the Jiangmu corpse doesn't eat people." ”

As soon as she heard about cannibalism, Li Qingyi's heart trembled, but Chu Wangxian patted her on the shoulder and signaled that it was okay.

"Senior brother, that's running away?"

"Phew, whoever told you to escape, if you escape, you will lose all your previous achievements and shake the morale of the army, I will behead you first. ”

The Yuan Gang family spent a hundred years and consulted a large number of ancient books, and finally planned a plan, how could they give up.

"Mother, senior brother, give me a happy word, fight and don't fight, run and don't run, what do you want?"

"You can join the group of corpses of Jiangmu and follow along!" said an abrupt voice.

Everyone looked at Chu Wangxian, and no one paid much attention to this kid before.

Chu Wangxian looked at him, shrugged his shoulders and said, "Didn't Senior Brother Yuan say that? ”

"Senior Brother Mu Yue is really smart, worthy of being a smart person who climbed out of the miscellaneous disciples. ”

Yuan Gang's face was a little gloomy, and he took out a jade basin the size of a basin, and in the jade basin was viscous blood, reflecting an amber luster.

The crimson blood touched the air like boiling water, bubbling with blood.

"This is the pure blood of a vampire, and the blood in the vampire's body has the breath of a wood, and when it is smeared on the body, it is enough for us to get in. ”

After Yuan Gang finished speaking, he said abruptly again.

"I don't know if you've tried it, senior brother? ”

Everyone looked at Chu Wangxian who was speaking.

Yuan Gang also frowned slightly, this Mu Yue is thorough in thinking, and it is not easy to fool.

It's a hassle to find smart people, haven't you tried it, let the two of you try it.

"Senior Brother Muyue, it is the so-called wealth and danger. ”

"Senior brother mean to let me go?"

Chu Wangxian looked at everyone's forced eyes, chuckled and nodded.

"Why, Senior Brother Mu, how do you think you got here, didn't we bring you in, did you have this opportunity. ”

"Don't make mistakes about the opportunities that others can't ask for. ”

"Senior Brother Mu, success is indispensable to your benefits. ”

This group of Lingshan disciples tore off their masks and looked at each one unceremoniously.

"In that case, then I have to sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman. I also asked my brother to help me take care of my sister. ”

"Don't worry!" Yuan Gang glanced at Li Qingyi, a plain-looking woman, who would be interested.

Chu Wangxian quickly wiped the blood on his body and stepped out.

"Senior brother, it's closer!"

"It's in, it's done!"

Everyone watched Chu Wangxian blend into the group of Xinjiang wood corpses, and it was like a leisurely walk among the ten thousand Xinjiang wood corpses, and they also had confidence.

They all had the guts, smeared with the pure blood of vampires.

"Senior brother, there is not enough blood!"

Yuan Gang was also decisive and direct, directly killing the vampire puppet with a sword, and using its blood to indiscriminately fill the number.

"Let's go!"

The group approached cautiously, and repeated the old tricks, forcing Li Qingyi to enter first, and finally all entered safely.

"Mu Yue, it's really yours. Yuan Gang walked up to Chu Wangxian and gave a thumbs up.

"Senior brother is polite, I just hope that senior brother will find Shenmutan and share my piece of the pie. Chu Wangxian said simply with a smile, and there was a faint killing intent in his eyes.

"It's nature!"

The corpses of Jiangmu are like a long snake array, constantly walking.

They followed the hordes of corpses, through the hills of the skeletal desert, through the canyon, and finally stopped in front of a sand cave.

One by one, the figures are flowing in, and there is a world inside.

An underground river emerges in front of you.

The Dark River is unremarkable, except that the river is full of bones. Above the river, there are driftwoods, densely packed like thousands of sails competing, and the group of corpses of Xinjiang trees stand on the driftwood one by one, drifting down the river.

Chu Wangxian looked at it and remembered the record in the "Divine Strange Scripture|Eastern Wilderness Sutra".

The continent of the waves of the East China Sea is a raw tree, and the people of the continent are mostly used as boats. Its wood square is one inch, which can carry hundreds of catties. Longitudinal Stone Town, can't do without.

Timber can also be used as a boat, but where will it carry people?

Chu Wangxian was standing cautiously on the driftwood, and suddenly, a sound sounded in his ears.

[System Prompt]: You are about to enter the Santu River.

"You finally appeared, what is the Santu River, how do you get the exact same name as the Santu River in the underworld?"

[System Prompt]: Legend has it that the dead enter the Santu River and have a very low chance of being resurrected.

Chu Wangxian was surprised, and said quietly: "So, these Xinjiang wood corpses, wandering day after day, are just to resurrect?

[System Prompt]: It may be related to the six reincarnations, and it is worth checking out.