The mountains and forests are dark

Wu Shan turned his head to look behind him, and from here, he could only see a small ball of fire lit up in the camp.

His toes touched the ground slightly, and the whole person jumped high like a big bird.

In mid-air, he stepped lightly on the branches, his speed did not decrease at all, and his figure quickly drifted into the distance.

About seven or eight hundred meters away from the camp, Wu Shan stopped in a dense forest.

The forest was pitch black, the branches of the trees were intertwined, like ghosts, and the ground was covered with thick snow, but there was not a single footprint in the direction that Wu Shan had come.

He actually relied on his body and rushed to this forest without touching the ground.

Wu Shan pulled out the dagger at his waist and carved something on an ancient tree, and a series of mysterious characters appeared on the trunk.

He took out a small vial of green jade from his bosom, poured the liquid in the bottle on the trunk of the tree, and suddenly a rich fragrance suddenly emanated from the air, and soon the fragrance calmed down, leaving only a faint fragrance lingering.

He made a few leaps to the outside of the dense forest, looked left and right, and came to a large tree wrapped in dead vines, from which the faint light of the camp could be faintly seen.

He took out a paper bag, poured down a pile of red powder, and after a moment's thought, he stuck a small cluster of powder back into the paper bag.

A layer of golden light suddenly appeared in Wu Shan's palm, and a ball of golden light fell on the red powder.

Poof.

The red powder burns rapidly, emitting a faint blue glow.

The faint blue light suddenly floated, hovering in midair, and the dark blue light illuminated a radius of several feet around it.

The black-robed figure stopped standing, tiptoe on the branches, and hurried towards the camp.

The dense forest fell silent again, fist-sized blue light burning slowly, and a cold wave slowly swept around

On the leafy ancient tree, a small white figure sat on the top of the tree, watching the man in black go away, and his eyes were glowing green in the dark......

Stomp

A black-robed figure stepped into the camp and sat down by the fire, the man with the sword on his back glancing at him, then closing his eyes again.

Under the firelight, a white shadow flashed and entered Ye Cheng's arms.

Xiao Bai found a comfortable position between Ye Cheng's chest and arched his head.

creak

A subtle cry came from Ye Cheng's arms, Wu Shan glanced at the young man who was lying by the fire with his body curled up, his eyes moved slightly, and soon he looked away again.

Ye Cheng was lying sideways by the fire, his hand sticking to the red powder taken from between the small white claws, and the corners of his mouth suddenly set off a slight arc.

Xiao Bai squinted his eyes, his whole body got into Ye Cheng's clothes, only a small head was exposed, Ye Cheng touched its head, and Xiao Bai let out a comfortable cry.

As the night deepened, the wind blew in the woods, and the branches and leaves of the trees swayed and made a slight rattling sound.

Jingle bells

Suddenly, a rapid bell rang

"Who"

The man with the sword on his back by the fire suddenly opened his eyes, stared at the dark forest, and roared away in the dark night.

The perimeter of the camp was wrapped around a cord of guard, and the bells were buried in the earth, and if anyone touched the ropes, an alarm would be sounded.

In the wilderness, there are not only lions, tigers and beasts, but also robbers and robbers, these warriors are not good at cooking, but they are extremely skilled in guarding against enemy attacks.

Those careless warriors have long since turned into dust and become white bones on the side of the road.

The originally sleeping warrior in the camp suddenly turned over, the sword and whip in his hand, and looked solemnly into the darkness ahead.

Han Ling held the hilt of the sword at his waist tightly with both hands, trembling slightly, and he glanced at the young man next to him.

Ye Cheng didn't know when he had gotten up, the long knife on his waist had already been held in his hand, and his eyes looked calmly at the dark jungle in the distance.

The little beast hung on Ye Cheng's chest, his body was hidden in the placket, and his little head was exposed and swayed.

The little beast seemed to be unaware, still snoring and sleeping, and from time to time his mouth smashed twice, as if he had dreamed of something delicious.

Looking at Ye Cheng's calm appearance, Han Ling felt a pang of shame in his heart, this young man who looked younger than himself was so calm, and then thinking of himself and the real difficulties behind, he held the handle of the shuriken tightly.

Click, click, click

Heavy footsteps could be heard in the dense forest, as if the sound of fallen branches and leaves being trampled

There was a faint smell of rancid smell in the air

A torch was thrown out by the black-robed man, and the situation in the forest suddenly became apparent.

Seven or eight humanoid black shadows rushed towards the dense forest, and the black shadows were entangled in the vines in the forest, but these figures just desperately walked towards this side, and the vines were pulled and jumped.

"There are eight of them, all of them walking corpses"

A warrior with a long stick on his back had a low voice, but the expression on his face was slightly relaxed.

Although the walking corpses who know how to drive yin qi are difficult to deal with, they are still within their control, and what they are most afraid of is encountering those ghosts that can transform their bodies, which are real condensed ghosts.

As long as there are two of them, I am afraid that everyone will fall into a bitter battle

As if stimulated by the firelight, a thick black gas suddenly emerged from the seven walking corpses, and the vines on the ground quickly formed black ice crystals and were broken at once.

Eight black shadows like dried corpses rushed into the camp at once, their black fingers and claws glistening in the firelight, grabbing at everyone.

The ghost aura instantly surrounded the camp, the fire was extinguished instantly, and a biting chill suddenly rose in the camp.

Snort

Red and blue light suddenly rose from the dark forest, and various colors of light and darkness rose from everyone, and the sharp and hot breath suddenly washed away the ghost qi in the air.

A tall dry corpse grabbed at the old man in the crowd, and the black fingers and claws brought out a loud wind, and the other ghosts subconsciously avoided this ghost

Carla

A dazzling blue light suddenly rose, and before the tall walking corpse could get close, a cloud of blue light had already penetrated the chest of the walking corpse.

The old man walked over with an expressionless face, and with a slight slap of his palm, countless cracks appeared on the hideous walking corpse, and with a snap, they turned into countless ice cubes.

"Breath out of the body! This old thing ......"

Wu Shan's eyes flashed, looking at the broken ice cubes that flashed blue light in the darkness, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Sonorous

Han Ling's long sword slashed at a walking corpse, making a crisp sound of gold and iron colliding, and his complexion suddenly changed.

Whew

The walking corpse didn't care about it, the black palm slapped Han Ling's chest, the walking corpse was infinitely powerful, and the whole body was extremely hard, this blow was no different from being hit by a hammer.

The man in black screamed, a layer of light blue streamer crossed his arm, and the long sword in his hand hurriedly moved towards the front of him.

The palms of the long swords collided, and they shook away in unison

The black walking corpse's eyes flashed with darkness, and the other hand clenched into a claw and grabbed at the head of the man in black.

The cold ghost weapon swept overhead, and the man in black screamed, and he was about to die.

A stone flew with a strong wind, and the walking corpse was knocked backwards and withdrew.

Han Ling stepped back in some shock, his forehead covered with cold sweat, and his hands tightly grasped the hilt of his sword.

The emaciated walking corpse took a few steps backwards and froze in place, a hint of doubt flashing across its rotting face, as if it didn't understand what was going on.

He looked at the black-clothed man with the sword facing him, his eyes were blood-red, and he rushed forward again.

The black-clothed man's throat moved slightly, and his eyes looked at the black-clothed old man on the side, but the black-clothed old man was expressionless and had no intention of making a move.

Han Ling gritted his teeth, and the blue streamer on his arm reappeared, and he went towards the walking corpse again.

The old man in black looked at the young man who was staggering, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but in the end, he still stood firmly in place, did not make a move, but his eyes always followed Han Ling, and the stone in his palm was tightly held.

The blue light on the old man's body shone, like a blue pillar of light in the night, the surroundings were dim and uncertain, and a harsh white cold air surrounded him like a ribbon, and all the walking corpses and warriors subconsciously avoided the old man's place.

The camp was littered with sand and rocks, and stumps and leaves were flying everywhere.

The strength of the black-clothed boy is not weak, the cultivation of the third layer of internal qi is at the same level as everyone present, and the inner qi aura is even more condensed than several other martial artists, obviously with a deep foundation.

But right now, he was being forced by a walking corpse to be in a hurry, if it weren't for the grandmaster on the side from time to time, I'm afraid that the tea kung fu would be done by the walking corpse.

A hint of contempt flashed in the eyes of the warriors who looked at the black-clothed man who was guarded by the old man in the middle of the camp, struggling to resist the attack of the walking corpses.

The warriors are rebellious, even if the man in black is the employer, they are still a little disdainful.

These casual martial artists, which one is not a ruthless person who crawled out of the sea of blood in the mountain of corpses, civilians have no treasure medicine and spiritual materials, and even have to worry about food and clothing every day, and a few of them can struggle over.

Everyone retracted their gaze and didn't look at it anymore, they saw a lot of this kind of martial artist who had not suffered a little bit under the support of the elders, and a rabbit, even if he held a treasure knife, could not become a hungry wolf and tiger.

Bell, bell, bell

Not far away, there was a sudden loud sound like striking iron, and everyone's eyes were on the southeast corner of the camp.

"Eat me a big red sun hand"

Ye Cheng shouted, his palm swelled violently, and the red light shone, which was obviously a manifestation of the extreme urging of qi and blood

One black and one red can collide with the palms of each other, making a dull loud sound like a log hitting a bell.

A faint ripple swept away, and the stumps and fallen leaves swept away, and suddenly smoke and dust were everywhere.

The two figures both took a dozen steps back, revealing their figures.

The palm of the dry walking corpse in the black cloth shirt was slightly bent back, and the fingers like fine iron were constantly trembling, and at this time, he was staring at Ye Cheng fiercely.

The gray-robed young man on the other side had red palms glowing red, and the gurgling sound of qi and blood flowing could be heard clearly in the silent night.

"Okay, sure enough, it's a walking corpse guarding the treasure, it's even harder than my family's iron armor, quickly hand over the treasure on your body, I can spare you from dying" The young man shouted at the black-shirted walking corpse.

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched, and they handed over the treasures, if they could find the treasures by casually encountering a wave of walking corpses on this periphery, then what would they do if they were still fighting to the death in the Soul Monument.

When the walking corpse heard the young man's voice, a golden glow flashed in his eyes, and a rich black aura came out of his body, and he hit Ye Cheng again.

"Well, do you dare to resist? eat me again" The young man shouted, and the red light on his palm lit up again, not dodging or dodging, and directly slammed into the walking corpse

Ye Cheng's palm slapped the head of the walking corpse, and the walking corpse grabbed Ye Cheng's chest and heart.

Xiaobai has been hiding in Ye Cheng's chest, it is dark outside, but he is not moving like a mountain and just wants to sleep, he really doesn't understand, how can Ye Cheng fight with a small insect so hard, it is obviously a matter of one claw.

Humans are really strange creatures, but the barbecue of humans is really good, Xiaobai remembered the secret barbecue that Ye Cheng made before, and there was a trace of saliva left at the corner of his mouth

Ye Cheng's body kept moving, even the little white hidden in a pair was not at peace, and it was a little irritable.

Hula, feeling the strong wind hitting his chest, Xiao Bai's heart suddenly became angry

His grandmother's, Xiaobai is not threatening, you still treat me as a sick cat

Xiao Bai poked his head out of Ye Cheng's chest, and in the dark, a pair of cold eyes shining green instantly stared at the black-shirted walking corpse.