"Where did the hairy monkey come from, just opened up the sea of blood and dared to come up and make trouble!"

The thin old man's eyes are green and faint, like a hell dog, which makes people feel pimples. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, the battle on the top of the mountain became more and more fierce, but the old man still did not make a move, and even his roar was less, and he only stood aside, occasionally waving a deadwood scepter, which seemed to be a little threat.

Despite this, Xiang Yan didn't intend to be involved in the first place, but when the Taiyi Spirit Sword descended to guide, he had to stay and chase the fire spirit.

"Stop him!" the old man snapped.

It seems that in the face of his juniors, in the face of monks who are a great realm lower than himself, he disdains to do it himself.

With only one order, the few warriors who had originally rushed towards the top of the mountain turned around and rushed towards Xiang Yan's location.

"Go to hell!"

Xiang Yan snorted lightly in his mouth, aiming at the attacking warrior, his hands were linked as fast as a dragon, and he opened his bow frantically, and the cold arrows poured out one after another like a storm.

One arrow after another flashed with a chilling light, piercing through the woods, mountains and rocks, and pointed directly at the roaring warriors.

In just a few breaths, all the arrows on his back were shot, and at least two iron arrows were deeply inserted in the vital point of each martial artist, and he fell on the mountain road, scarlet blood flowing.

However, the brute beast that was also hit by the arrow was the same as before, and its vitality was not weakened in the slightest.

They still rushed towards Xiang Yan, saliva in their mouths, fangs hideous, and a few Sensen iron arrows stuck in their chests and abdomen, and viscous black blood flowed.

"These disgusting brutes are not living spirits at all!"

Only then did Xiang Yan come to his senses, the flesh and skin injuries could not be fatal at all, and if he wanted to end it completely, he had to cut off the remaining soul thoughts in their heads.

With this in mind, he put away his longbow and greeted him with his sword.

Those brute beasts, seemingly fierce and powerful, are actually slow and stiff, like a bottle of marionette, and have difficulty moving.

Xiang Yan attacked decisively, and with only a few dodges, he easily resolved the battle quickly and accurately.

"A little bit of ability!"

The thin old man watched everything quietly, as if for him, the life and death of those guards and brute beasts were not worth mentioning at all, but he was not interested in Xiang Yan's strength.

"These brute beasts are just the undead summoned by the old man ten years ago, and their combat power is weak, but after the anti-heaven corpse mending technique, they have begun to take on the appearance of living spirits, and they can barely be used as watchdogs to guard against thieves!"

As he spoke, he waved the deadwood scepter again, and when the blue light at the head of the scepter was disillusioned, there was a rush on the top of the mountain, and a figure stumbled out, and then slowly struck down the mountain path.

The strange thing is that in Xiang Yan's perception, he does not exist at all.

"With the body of a living soul, sacrifice the power of death, this is the old man's new work!"

Pointing to the warrior who had stumbled from the top of the mountain, the thin old man was very proud, and reminded with a wicked smile, "Boy, be careful not to be torn apart!"

The man walked into the mountain road, and Xiang Yan smelled a pungent smell of decay, as if even the pure air around him was polluted by corpse qi, which was suffocating and uncomfortable, and even the operation of qi and blood essence became congealed and blocked.

Xiang Yan looked at it and found that the warrior's body was already covered with scaly wounds, and the black and viscous blood flowed endlessly, like a lama's slurry.

Moreover, there were fatal wounds in several vital places, but they still stood, but their eyes were dull, and their whole bodies were as pale as snow, as if they had no life at all, and they only relied on the instinct of the flesh, and only acted on instinct like the walking dead.

"Qi He!"

When he was close to seeing the face of the visitor, Xiang Yan was very surprised, and couldn't help but exclaim.

The person who came was clearly the disciple of the Six Dao Sect who had fought with him, and he beat his bones to pieces, and he couldn't take care of himself.

Although he behaved badly, he was a tough guy, Xiang Yan admired his backbone, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, he lost his life and became a corpse slave puppet.

"The brute beast is strong on the outside and very vulnerable, but he is different, not only is his strength stronger than before his death, but he is not easy to kill at all. ”

The thin old man hid in the black cloak, his face could not be seen clearly, and his two blue eyes were like two clusters of ghost fire, swaying in the cloak, introducing the dead puppet in a hoarse voice, extremely proud.

"It turns out that you are collecting dead corpses just to refine corpse slave puppets!"

Xiang Yan's eyes were filled with coldness, and he reprimanded angrily, "Even if you don't let go of your own people, aren't you afraid that the heavens will not tolerate it and bear the wrath of the heavens?"

"Little doll, what do you know!"

The ghost old man smiled suspiciously, making people's hearts furious, and a pair of ghost eyes flashed with blue light, staring at Xiang Yan deadly.

"In the pursuit of the avenue, sacrifice is inevitable, which strong man is not on the way to rise, not white bones, thousands of souls?"

"What is the way of heaven? Where is the heavens? It is the peerless supreme who is at the top of the world who dominates everything, and the so-called way-abiding is nothing but walking on the path of the predecessors and moving forward in accordance with the rules. ”

The more the ghost old man spoke, the more excited he became, as if he had insight into all the sources and principles of the three thousand worlds, and he couldn't wait to share them with others.

"In front of you is the lowest-level corpse slave refined by the old man, if you can't even deal with him, just accept your fate!"

Martial arts are a way to kill, but there is also a distinction between morality and evil.

The martial artist who attacked in front of him had already died, but he was manipulated by evil magic and became a corpse slave, such an evil technique made Xiang Yan feel cold.

Han Chu fights the palace, eradicating evil and taking justice is the ancestral creed of the Xiang clan, in order to continue the Xiang family's fireworks, Xiang Yan must stick to it in his heart.

"No matter how difficult it is to kill, I don't believe that if I dismantle you in eight pieces, you will not lose your combat effectiveness. ”

As he spoke, Xiang Yan quickly rushed towards the attacking corpse slave Qi He, with a bow in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, intending to cut him into several pieces in an instant.

However, things are really not that simple, and the behavior of the corpse slave can be described as weird.

When approaching at great speed, the corpse slave Qi He suddenly disappeared out of thin air, and the speed was extremely fast, as if hidden in the wind.

Compared with the brute beasts, the corpse slave is too agile, and even several times stronger than the living Qi He.

Faced with this situation, Xiang Yan looked around blankly, and suddenly a coolness suddenly appeared behind him, and he turned sideways suddenly.

The rich corpse qi was killed, and the corpse slave poked out Sen Han's five claws, his nails were black and slender, like a short blade, and the black blood was coagulated, obviously he had already experienced a lot of battles.

The dark light brushed his neck, Xiang Yan's heart was cold, and he felt that if he was a little slower, he would definitely die in a different place.

escaped a catastrophe, looked at Qi He with a solemn expression, and did not dare to take it lightly.

"The corpse slave I refined with secret techniques does not know fear and pain, has no sense of consciousness, and only has the fighting instinct, which is several times stronger than when he was alive. ”

The old man's blue eyes flickered with ghostly fire, and he said gloomily, "Originally, I thought that only this pair of senior brothers and sisters from Hefeng Valley could be my perfect test subjects, but today I bumped into a kid who doesn't know the height of the sky, it seems that it is worth losing some useless watchdogs." ”