Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Night of the Wicked

The sword did not pierce Zi Xiaoxiao's body, but fell elsewhere. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info

No one knew why the two corpses that could not be more completely dead would get up on their own, but seeing that the female disciple from the Daomen in front of him was about to be attacked, Hua Linshui still did not hesitate to take out his sword to save her.

Zi Xiaoxiao turned her head blankly, looked at the headless corpse that had fallen again on the ground, and then caught a glimpse of another corpse standing not far from her, looking terrifying and weird.

She finally screamed in horror.

The exclamation was very sharp and loud, and Hua Linshui, who was standing beside her, felt even more deafening, thinking why is this girl's voice so sharp?

But now is not the time to think about this, Hua Linshui held the Xiaohan Sword in his hand, looking at the other corpse, his eyes were full of vigilance.

She didn't immediately cut up the second corpse because she was curious about it.

The personalities of people are different, just like Zi Xiaoxiao's first reaction was dazed after seeing this terrifying thing, then frightened, scared, and finally she didn't even have the courage to resist, and almost collapsed to the ground.

Her long sword fell beside her, obviously her cultivation was enough to kill the corpse that suddenly stood up, but the fear in her heart prevented her from making any moves.

For a girl, this kind of thing is terrible.

There was also surprise and a hint of fear in Hua Linshui's eyes, but he was quickly overwhelmed by curiosity. She is the winter guest of the Spring and Autumn Four Guests, a genius in the sky, with superb strength, of course, she has a very resolute heart, and she is extremely bold, and she is not very afraid when she faces this terrible thing for the first time.

Moreover, she wanted to know even more about what could make a person who had been confirmed dead stand up again, and ...... Such a hideous countenance, delirious, like a beast.

"It's ...... What the...... Things ......" Zi Xiaoxiao said in a trembling voice, her legs were weak and she couldn't stand up, and her pretty little face was full of whiteness.

Her hands desperately tried to hold the hilt of the sword, but unfortunately no matter how hard she tried, her hands couldn't be strong.

"I don't know. Hua Linshui looked at each other curiously, and said slowly: "This thing has not been recorded in the books, and the predecessors who have been here before have never mentioned this kind of thing, let's call it 'corpse man', presumably we have won the jackpot." ”

This kind of jackpot Zi Xiaoxiao didn't want to win at all, she forced herself to calm down, and a ball of aura slapped out of her palm, like a cloud of white mist flying towards the corpse.

An unknown liquid flowed out of the corpse's mouth, dripping onto the clothes of the Sword Pavilion disciples on his body, and the pupils in his eyes were dilated, which looked particularly terrifying.

Zi Xiaoxiao shot out the aura and hit the corpse man's body, I don't know if it was because this blow didn't use all his strength, this corpse who was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion just took a few steps back, quickly stood still, and then looked at Zi Xiaoxiao who was sitting on the ground with godless eyes full of weirdness and terror.

A terrible roar came from his mouth, and he pounced on him like a monster.

Seeing this, Hua Linshui slashed forward with the Xiao Han Sword, and the sword gang stumbled on the blade of the Xiao Han Sword, instantly splitting the corpse man's waist into two halves.

With black blood on the ground, Hua Linshui looked at the corpse that had turned into two pieces, and was still a little uneasy, so he rushed forward and stabbed it a few times, waiting for the corpse's head to completely turn into mud before giving up.

"These people can't be resurrected because they are still thinking about this jade fragment in my hand after they die. ”

Zi Xiaoxiao thought of a possibility, and then looked at the jade fragment that had just fallen in the meadow with horror, and almost didn't dare to touch it.

Hua Linshui was a little speechless, thinking about what this little girl was thinking, and then she picked up the jade fragment, looked at it carefully, and handed it to Zi Xiaoxiao.

"That's not the reason. Hua Linshui said.

Zi Xiaoxiao took the fragment, and after putting it away, asked, "Senior Sister Hua, have you ever heard of this kind of thing?"

As she spoke, she pointed to the corpse of the Sword Pavilion disciple on the ground.

Hua Linshui secretly thought that she was probably really the senior sister of this little girl based on her age, after all, she had been famous for a long time.

However, she didn't dwell on this issue too much, frowned and said: "This kind of thing has never been mentioned in various ancient books, and I have never heard of someone who can be resurrected to attack others after death, I don't think it was deliberately omitted, but this kind of thing has not happened before." ”

Zi Xiaoxiao was still apprehensive at the moment, pinched the hilt of the sword and asked, "Senior Sister Hua, we won't encounter this kind of thing again...... Right?"

Hua Linshui shook his head and said, "If you don't meet a dead cultivator, you shouldn't be, and ...... I always think it has something to do with these white mist. ”

The wood in the campfire had already burned out, and now it was finally extinguished.

It was pitch black, but the fog was still visible in the starlight.

"It's just ordinary fog......," Zi Xiaoxiao said.

Hua Linshui was silent for a while, and said, "I don't have a reason, maybe it's just a simple feeling." However, the appearance of this kind of thing makes me feel a little abnormal, and I don't know if this situation occurs in the entire Yubei tomb, or if we just encountered it. ”

Zi Xiaoxiao glanced at the shocking corpse, and said with palpitations: "Let's change places first, at least...... Find someone else first. ”

Hua Linshui nodded: "It's okay, at least tell everyone else about this matter first, so that they can also be vigilant." In addition, this matter is strange and abnormal, I always feel that this trip to the Yubei Tomb is much stranger than in previous years, I am afraid that something will happen. ”

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Zi Xiaoxiao and Dongke Hua Linshui were indeed the first people to meet this matter tonight, but they were definitely not the last.

When those faint white mist drifted from the depths of Banfeng Mountain, many people felt a little strange.

When night falls, it is normal for the temperature in the tomb of Yubei to drop, but why does the fog not appear out of thin air, but drift from elsewhere?

Li Molan, who was by the bonfire, watched the wet and cold mist spread over, enveloping the surroundings, and her expression changed slightly, vaguely aware of something.

Although it was just a feeling, it still made him feel uneasy.

The fog, coming from the direction he was going.

So his gaze fell in that direction.

It is the place where the ancient bronze ship stayed.

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Wang He Wushuang and Paper Xiren each leaned against a big tree, looking at the bonfire in front of them, not chatting or bickering as before.

Paper Xiren clenched his fists and looked at the dark woods around him, among the gloomy jungles shrouded in darkness, he seemed to have something to do, and he was stunned.

"It's foggy. He said indifferently.

Wang He Wushuang glanced at his gaze and found that it was indeed "foggy" rather than "foggy", so he was silent.

"It's a bit cold. Wang He Wushuang said.

Then he added some sticks to the campfire.

He crossed his arms and moved his butt towards the campfire, looking really cold.

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A teenager walks in the darkness with a large bow on his back.

His expression was calm, as if he was not walking in the dark woods full of murder at all, but in his own back garden.

One man and one bow, he really looks like a seasoned hunter, going up the mountain to hunt at night.

Suddenly, he stopped.

There seems to be a figure in front of you.

Puzzled, the boy did not quickly step forward to call out to the figure, nor did he stay away from it like those adolescent boys with communication barriers, but removed the longbow from his back.

Take off the longbow, and naturally you have to shoot an arrow.

There were no arrows on the black longbow, but the boy didn't seem to notice this, and in fact he didn't carry a quiver on him.

He looked at the figure, pulled the bowstring, and bent it into a full moon.

He bent his bow and shot arrows.

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There are not many people who keep moving forward at night, because they don't have enough strength, and those who dare to keep moving forward in this dark night are basically ruthless people who are not afraid of death.

The young monks who visited the tombs in Yubei were often flowers cultivated in greenhouses, and they may have a resolute and hard-working character, but many of them have not experienced such a cruel environment at the moment.

This is also the reason why the elders of the sect will let them come to the Yubei Tomb to experience, without experiencing these cruel survival challenges, how to go on the road of tragic questions, how to seek longevity?

Among the cultivators who came to the tomb in Yubei this time, there were not many female disciples wearing bright red shirts, and there were only two eye-catching.

One is the little phoenix of the Vermilion Bird Sect wearing a phoenix-patterned colorful robe, Murong Yuluo.

There is also a Daomen saint Yu Huaji.

The bronze ancient ship had already stopped in the depths of Banfeng Mountain Ridge long before nightfall.

And at this moment, the person closest to the bronze ancient ship happened to be wearing a bright red shirt, constantly advancing in the dark night.

On the way, she was occasionally attacked by some demon beasts, but this was not a big problem, because the demon beasts in Banfeng Mountain Ridge could not pose a threat to her for the time being.

After all, she was the strongest of all the cultivators on the trip to the Yubei Tomb.

She is the Daomen Holy Maiden Yu Huaji.

It was late at night, but the girl in red was holding the sword of the Holy Maiden, and she was still advancing towards the depths of Banfeng Mountain.

In the daytime, she had seen the ancient bronze ship fall into the depths of the mountain range as if it had fallen, and of course she would choose to go and find out what it was because of her curiosity.

She had little interest in those inheritances, and the goal of retrieving the sword spirit of the Holy Maiden Sword was still far away, and she just wanted to explore it now.

Yu Huaji walked in the mountains and forests, and during the day she passed a mountain stream to replenish the water bladder, and the cultivator's need for food was very low, and she was not hungry for the time being, so she didn't even bother to sleep, so she headed in this direction.

The first time she went out like this, she was not only very uncomfortable, because no one helped her comb her hair, so the three thousand green silks were scattered behind her, and the hair was very soft, looking like a black waterfall at first glance.

The golden sword of the Holy Maiden looked shining under the starlight, very bright.

The white fog here is already thick.

Yu Huaji walked towards the depths of Banfeng Mountain from the outside, and the white mist along the way became thicker and thicker, and in the end, it was almost to the point where she couldn't see her fingers, which was very strange and weird.

It's just that the Holy Maiden Sword in her hand suddenly emitted a glowing golden light, dispelling the white mist around her.

This anomaly made her feel a little curious.

The Holy Maiden's sword has the effect of warding off evil spirits, but she has never kept this effect in mind, because in her opinion, the so-called warding off evil spirits is the same as sticking the door at the door of her house, which is a very illusory thing.

In fact, in contrast, instead of sticking to the door god, Yu Huaji knew that the people of Lin'an City were more willing to stick their big head stickers as door gods at the door of their homes.

It's just that right now, the Holy Maiden's Sword suddenly moved by itself, dispersing those white mist, and for some reason, it reminded her of the effect of the Holy Maiden's Sword.

The sword of the Holy Maiden can ward off evil spirits.

These white fogs ...... What kind of demonic thing?