After ten minutes, no one came, and Qing Yu had given up. He swung the ghost-headed knife and split the two coffins to pieces, and the fire did not go out on the ground. The two corpses, that is, the old man of the Wang family and the Zhuang Ke named Lin Guang, were almost burned to ashes, and the smell of burnt meat filled the air.

The robes on Wang Zhuang's body were constantly agitating, and the corpse qi was spreading rapidly, accompanied by a disgusting corpse smell. Everywhere it was infested with corpse qi, it turned black, and the grass and trees withered rapidly.

Corpse poison is highly poisonous, and it is difficult to be cleared or purified, which is why Qing Yu is afraid and does not dare to go all out. He covered his body with a curtain of light and used extreme fire to burn around it. The corpse poison was quickly evaporated under the extreme fire, making Wang Zhuang's face hideous.

Wang Chun saw that several people couldn't take a hairy boy when they joined forces, and he was not only anxious in his heart, but also had the idea of retreating. He said to Wang Zhuang: "The master of the family, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time, we have encountered hard stubble." Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, let's withdraw. ”

Wang Zhuang's face was cloudy, he glanced at Qing Yu deeply, and decided to make a last effort. He was reluctant to give up everything in Chang'an, this is the home where he grew up, although his father died because of him, but there is still an old mother, and although the Wang family's family property is not rich, it is also an excellent cover.

Wang Zhuang used his strongest means to explode all the corpse poison in his body. To be honest, Wang Zhuang almost became a lich just by relying on the necromancer's notes, he didn't systematically learn necromancer, and he didn't know much. Otherwise, with the horror of corpse poison, its combat power is absolutely amazing.

Just as Wang Zhuang was in full swing, Qing Yu's heart palpitated, and the ivory-like thing hanging around his neck suddenly became cold as iron, and shot out a gray light. Wherever the light passed, the corpse poison was sucked away, and Wang Zhuang's eyebrows were hit by the light, leaving a finger-sized blood hole, but no blood flowed out.

Qing Yu was also stunned, but Wang Zhuang was quickly sucked dry, but after three or five breaths, when the wind blew, Wang Zhuang turned into ashes, leaving only a black dress.

The sudden change deeply shocked Wang Chun and Han Shan. And Qing Yu was cold all over his body at this time, a cold air flow invaded from his chest, and the evil blood that had been immersed in his body for a long time was also ready to move at this time.

Internal and external difficulties made Qingyu's forehead sweat. His strange appearance was seen by Han Shan, but Wang Chun was still shocked by Wang Zhuang's death. In his opinion, Wang Zhuang was already extremely powerful, but he was killed by the mysterious gray thread.

Although Han Shan's cultivation is not high, he has traveled south and north, has rich experience, and has fought several times on the line of life and death. In addition to being shocked, he immediately saw Qing Yu's abnormality, and with a roll of his eyes, he guessed that it was related to the mysterious gray line.

He was also hesitating, anyway, Wang Zhuang, who controlled him, was already dead, just in time to get free. But man is greedy, and though he becomes a lich, man is not a man, a ghost is not a ghost, and if he is met by a man of the Cult of Creation, he will destroy it. But Wang Zhuang's strength and the immortality of the lich made him want to stop.

Perhaps, that gray thread is a magical item to restrain the undead. Perhaps, with that mysterious thing, he can easily manipulate the corpse poison......

Han Shan decided to take a risk, seeking wealth and danger. He suddenly exerted his strength, and the whole person was like a black leopard, jumping in front of Qing Yu, and the single knife in his hand slashed out with all his might

Qing Yu was trying to fight against the invading cold undead dead qi and the evil blood that was causing chaos in his body, but when he saw Han Shan struggling to strike, he could only deal with Han Shan first. The ghost slashed out, slashed at Han Shan's single knife, and shook Han Shan's people with knives for several feet, and fell to the ground without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Wang Chun reacted at this time, but when he saw Qing Yu's strength, he was so frightened that he retreated in a hurry, hating his father and mother for having two legs.

Qing Yu looked up to the sky and roared, and because he was distracted when dealing with Han Shan, the boiling evil blood burned in the blink of an eye, polluting most of the bloodline. He felt a feeling of swelling all over his body, as if the bones in his whole body were growing rapidly.

The secret path is not good, I don't know what else will happen, he can't take care of a lot, let alone Wang Chun, so he turned around and flew towards the periphery of the Wang family's compound.

Wang Chun thought he was dead, but when he found that Qing Yu was gone, he let out a sigh. He didn't expect that Qingyu had a big change, and he thought that the other party disdained it, as long as he reported this to the Patrol Soldiers and Horses Division or the Creation Holy See, they would be finished.

At this time, Qing Yu, after flying out of the Wang family's compound, was unable to move an inch. There was unspeakable pain all over his body, and the sharp stinging pain accompanied by a bone-chilling itch made him roar hysterically to reduce the pain in his body.

The roar of the third watch in the middle of the night soon attracted the city patrol team. When they saw Qing Yu, they were shocked: "Youkai!"

The city patrol team was so frightened that they retreated, and at this time, Qing Yu was gradually losing his mind. In a blur, his consciousness told him to leave or hide.

After the initial fright, the patrol team was still well-trained, and immediately arranged the formation, and the archers shot arrows at the green feather under the cover of shields.

Woooo

More than ten arrows were shot at Qing Yu, he didn't dodge, but waved his hands to play, most of the arrows were pushed away by him, but two still hit him. Where the clothes are torn, you can see that Qing Yu's muscle surface has changed.

His clothes were in tatters, his whole body was covered with skin like fish scales, even on his face, and he had a pair of inch-long horns on his forehead, and his ten fingers had become animal claws, and his back bones protruded like swords, and his feet were webbed.

The two arrows had just broken through his scale armor, oozing a trace of blood. The smell of blood had a strong fishy smell. As soon as the blood and qi diffused, Qing Yu's only remaining wisp of consciousness was completely lost.

Transformed into a monster, he roared and rushed towards the patrol. The patrol team fired three flares in a row and sounded the horn for help. In the face of Qing Yu's crazy pounce, they did not retreat, but formed a defensive formation to wait for help.

Qing Yu rushed to him, and with a wave of his two paws, the force became more than 10,000 catties. The soldier holding the shield at the front was slapped several feet away by his claw, and even the Xiang Xiang behind him fell into a ball, and the formation of the patrol team broke in an instant. Qing Yu was still attacking frantically, waving his claws and kicking his feet, out of order, all from instinct, but without stamina, the city patrol team suffered heavy casualties in the blink of an eye.

And at this moment, several teams of nearby city patrol teams rushed over from the major streets, and saw Qing Yu, who had turned into a monster, was vigorously slaughtering. While they were shouting for help, they cautiously surrounded them.

What Qing Yu didn't know was that every time he killed someone, there would be a sparkling light absorbed by the death horn on his neck, and those were all the souls and dead qi of the dead.

At this time, the horn of death and the evil blood in his body were working together, as if they were old comrades for many years. Some of the soul essences that were absorbed were also fed back into his soul sea.

At this time, his soul sea was still calm and waveless. The hexagonal crystal hung high in the soul sea, and the soul essence that was fed back was being absorbed by him, emitting a faint light.