"No wonder the people there are listless, that's why. Bai Thirteen was secretly frightened.

"Master Bai's feng shui here is broken, so the matter of blessed land has to be said separately. Also, what are you going to do with these corpses of your gang?"

When Bai Shisan heard this, he thought of the pile of corpses that had begun to decompose, and said, "I have to let Tian Qing wait here for the people who came to pull the corpses, and as for the matter of herbs, I will accompany the little master." ”

Jiang Liu'er nodded.

After that, Tian Qing received the order and set up a simple tent next to the pile of corpses with the three people he brought.

The four corners of the tent are supported as thick bamboo poles, on which gray-white cloth is carryed.

"The Childe Gang already knows about this time, and the form is still the same. Hall Master Zheng and Captain Zhang are trying their best to protect you, but the other two Hall Masters are trying to help you deal with you. ”

"I expected it a long time ago, and now it mainly depends on what the foreign envoy says about him. But...... Judging by your appearance, the foreign envoy should be on Chen Niansheng's side this time, right?"

Tian Qing nodded angrily, and said indignantly: "Those grandsons usually target their sons, and now they can't wait to pull you off the captain." ”

"Help the rules, help the rules, three knives and six holes are also what I deserve. Now the situation along the mountain is turbulent, and it is the time to employ people. And I lost a dozen of my men along the way, and the rest were seriously injured and unconscious.

If it's because of fighting ghosts, it's still said in the past, but the reality is that he was killed by a boulder. I'm afraid that if I say it, it will make other forces laugh at it, and it will be unacceptable to spread it to the gang.

Most of these dead brothers had relatives, and the foreign envoy had to give them an explanation. ”

Bai 13 walked to the pile of corpses and bowed heavily.

He took a handful of incense from his bosom and lit it and stuck it on the ground.

Tian Qing is optimistic about them, this area is not peaceful, and if he finds something wrong, he will leave quickly. ”

Bai Shisan patted Tian Qing on the shoulder, feeling that this middle-aged man was indeed a manufacturable material.

Although he doesn't have a flexible mind like Lou Xiaoyi, he does things steadily and bravely, so it's no wonder that he was born in the army.

Now that he has been following Bai Thirteen for so long, he has finally broken from the peak of the ninth rank to the eighth grade.

"Don't worry, Childe, my Jintuo Sword Technique has been completed, and I am not afraid of ordinary spirit-level ghosts, not to mention that there are three brothers in the gang to accompany me. Every time Tian Qing mentioned this, his eyes couldn't stop being happy.

"It's already a big deal, have you stepped into the threshold of KONE?" Bai Thirteen was a little surprised.

In addition to the addition of Bai Thirteen's multi-martial arts, quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, there is also a special use of martial arts perception to promote.

Generally, the ordinary third-rate martial arts Dacheng is the realm of the eighth grade, if it is a second-rate or even first-class martial arts, the realm after the Dacheng will naturally be high.

But this kind of martial arts is like a rarity.

Therefore, ordinary people have neither internal martial arts, nor high-level martial arts, nor Bai Thirteen, who can change qualitatively.

They went their other way.

This way of martial arts perception has a kind of mold like Bai Thirteen's previous life, where the power is concentrated a little.

Martial arts perception is divided into, KONE, Huiyi, and Grandmaster.

Kone is the first level of martial arts comprehension, and even an eight-rank martial artist can't mobilize every inch of his body's strength.

The martial arts consciousness has entered the threshold of kone, and the control of body strength will rise to a higher level.

And if your martial arts realm is higher than that of a martial artist of the same level, then you will easily see the loopholes in the opponent's moves.

So that one blow will win, invincible.

"I have to thank Gongzi for taking good care of me, so that I can break through in one fell swoop. But I'm not working together, I'm pseudo-working. I have been practicing this Jintuo knife for nearly 30 years, and I have memorized every move and every layer of sword intent.

Therefore, in line with the increasing familiarity with sword moves, I can sometimes exert a power far beyond the original strength of the Jintuo Sword, but the martial arts other than the Jintuo Sword are not good. ”

Tian Qing scratched his head, the monthly silver he had received in the Chengwei Mansion before was pitiful, and he didn't have enough resources at all.

Although it has improved in Washington, it is still a drop in the bucket.

It was only after following Bai Thirteen that his cultivation soared.

Bai Shisan also used the authority of the team leader to give Tian Qing a lot of medicinal materials that would help him practice.

"I see, no wonder I thought you were stronger than the average eight-rank martial artist very early, and it didn't look like you were a beginner to the eight-rank. Bai Thirteen nodded, the real power is that no matter what kind of martial arts you use, you can exert a power that surpasses three percent of ordinary martial artists.

The dark red blood was sprinkled in the puddle after the rain, and the water rippled, and the moon fluttered like a white gardenia, and gradually became enchanted like blood.

The mountains and forests in the distance pierced through the roars of beasts, and the sound of tearing muscles and flesh in my ears just now still echoed in my mind.

The man who staggered over was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

She fell beside the mud puddle, and the water reflected the face of a woman in her fifties.

The purple placket was embroidered with patterns, and the scattered hair was splattered with mud.

She saw her own countenance, distorted by fear, and the black figure leaping high into the woods.

There was something still hanging from the black shadow's legs, which seemed to be half of a human body.

There were only two corpses on the upper body, and after death, they still firmly grasped the ankles of the black shadow, and tried in vain to stop them.

Roar!!

The black shadow opened its eyes violently, and the scarlet light burst out, turning into red afterimages on the ground and in the air.

"Fellow Daoist save me!"

The elderly woman spat out a bloody tooth, and dozens of spiritual runes burst into the air.

"Fu Lao, let's go, we won't be able to stand for long!"

"Dog's evil, kill my senior brother, today we are fighting with you!

"Kill!!"

The woman left as if she had run for her life, and there was no time to grieve, she had to hurry, for the shouts of murder behind her became less and less.

She must cherish the opportunities that other brothers and sisters have fought for with their lives.

The monster ripped off the last man's head, greedily sucking at the brain.

There was a banging sound, and the black shadow stood still for an instant.

The visitor was a hunchbacked old man with a modest appearance.

"The spiritual blood is thin and pitiful, and he is trying in vain to block the corpse of the gods. ”

Babbling.

"The next time you pop up like this, I'll kill you. ”

The old man spoke coldly, causing the woman behind him to tremble.

"I ...... I just want to see my father, whom you promised me to resurrect. ”

The sound of bangzi sounded again, and the black shadow in the distance opened its scarlet eyes and jumped towards the girl, and the sound when it landed was like a moving hill.

"Ahh

The woman sat silently on the ground, a dark shadow looking down at her like a king, her long, sharp fangs reeking of rot.

"Why, he's the father you want to resurrect, you're afraid?" said the old man, sneering.

"I want my father, not a man-eating monster!"

The woman yelled.

"Such a towering creature, you say it's a monster, and what about you, my dear monster keeper?"

The old man approached suddenly, stretched out his palm with thick bones, and clamped the woman's jawbone tightly, his eyes were cold.

"The corpse of the god is still not perfect, you still take over the corpse sent by the master of Haifang, don't make a mistake for me. Don't make me feel like you're useless, you know?"

The woman could not speak, only let out a faint sob, she nodded obediently, and let the old man's tongue take it roughly in her mouth.

She can't go back, if she sees the boy she likes again.

Reuniting on a different day, what attitude should the two have when they meet?

Is it silence, tears, or a blade?

"The dragon vein gathers yin to nourish the corpse, contains the corpse with the blood of the spirit, and refines the corpse with the heart blood of the pure yin person!

It will be my most outstanding work and a good vessel for me. My good boy has set out, and the blood of the Pure Yang is bound to be obtained, so that you will always surrender to me. ”

The figures of the old man and the woman gradually disappeared, and the closed eyes of the black shadow seemed to open a small slit, revealing a bloodthirsty red glow.

Tian Qingbai looked around boredly, and the three people he brought out performed their duties, and he, the boss, was idle.

In addition to talking to his old brothers, he just looked at the wooden bridge not far away in a daze.

The waterfall is so clogged with boulders that only small streams of water are left from under the cliffs.

It is believed that it will not be long before the river dries up.

In the past, when the river was turbulent, the two sides of the river were connected by the old wooden bridge that had fallen into disrepair.

Now I look at it, the river is not too deep, and a bridge sits alone, which looks a little abrupt.

Fog was everywhere.

Tian Qing didn't know when he fell asleep, and a cool breeze blew through him in a daze, freezing him back to his senses.

At a moment's notice, the three gangsters he brought out walked in the direction of the wooden bridge with flirtatious steps.

They tiptoe slightly, as if someone was walking around behind them.

"Hey, you guys!"

Tian Qing scolded secretly, sure enough, the matter of dealing with dead people can only come at noon, because something will happen sooner or later.

In the face of Tian Qing's shouts, they turned a deaf ear.

In desperation, Tian Qing had no choice but to follow with a knife.

"Hey, wake up!" Tian Qing slapped a person on the shoulder, and the person stopped in an instant, and then a creaking sound came.

"You...... Could it be osteoporosis?" Tian Qing blurted out subconsciously, sure enough, he had been with Bai Shisan for a long time, and the thesaurus was the same every day.

"Are you okay to twist your neck, there is no widow bathing on the bridge, hurry back to keep vigil. ”

Tian Qing persuaded.

"Old ...... You're back, Boss!"

"Huh?"

Tian Qing turned his head when he heard the sound, and just saw the three people who were supposed to be walking in front of him, waving eagerly to him behind him.

"Nima, sure enough, something will happen sooner or later!"

Tian Qing looked at the person in his hand again, and a dead man stared straight at him.

It turns out that it is none other than oneself who is evil.

"I'm sorry!"

Tian Qing pulled his legs and ran wildly, and the three figures who were only one step away from boarding the bridge were already blurred in the fog.

I could only see them waving at me from afar.

The empty bridge was full of people at some point, their expressions were blank, and they rushed out of the bridge like a swarm, Tian Qing only felt that an illusory spiritual wind rushed towards him.

"I'll hang your mother, a hundred ghosts walk at night!"