"You must have guessed a long time ago, why you haven't made a move until now." Duman's raised face gradually turned black, and the stench of corpses filled the air.

"Because, I can't be sure, as long as I still think that you are one percent human, I will be willing to believe your identity." Gan Qingyi's expression is firm, this is her belief and her way of life.

The Tianmen acupoint trembled, and the essence gathered in the short sword in his palm: "Now, there is only one thing I can do for you." ”

Wow!

The short sword slashed through Pang Zhuan's throat, raised his leg and kicked the flying forward, his face was full of rotten flesh, and he no longer looked delicate.

"That is to give you a true rest, and your souls will no longer be toyed with by treacherous plants!"

The image of the four people looks terrifying, but in fact, they can't even touch the corners of Gan Qingyi's clothes, compared to when they were alive, I am afraid that except for an extra scary posture, there is not much improvement at all.

Gan Qingyi also understood why the trick test talisman didn't react to the four of them at all, the trick, the trick, the trick, and even the level of the trick didn't reach, how could it be measured.

The condensed short sword slashed down one after another, and the only remaining male college student fell down with a roar of pain, turning into a pile of black ash and disappearing with the wind after a while.

Putting the sword into the sheath, Gan Qingyi raised her eyes to look at the mountain road, and at some point, the weirdness reappeared on the trail, standing there quietly, looking at each other.

"I don't know if you can understand it, but I also want to tell you, the next thing is your death!" Gan Qingyi's figure flickered, stepping on the strange stone and approaching the weird quickly.

Strange seemed to have no intention of fighting, and retreated backwards, disappearing into the vast moonlight.

Gan Qingyi naturally wouldn't let it go out of her sight so easily, chased after it, and fell together, and the two of them had jumped out of dozens of meters.

The essence gathered on the soles of her feet, and Gan Qingyi's speed suddenly increased by one or two times, and the distance between her and the strange gradually narrowed.

The short sword trembled slightly, like a poisonous snake spitting out its core, and Gan Qingyi's whole person turned into a shadow, stabbing at the weird.

The tip of the sword came into contact with the strange body, like a mud cow entering the sea, engulfed by a rancid body.

"Ahhhh The head of the lame old man possessed by the strange possession suddenly twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, and let out an extremely piercing hiss.

After receiving this blow at close range, Gan Qingyi's face was slightly distorted, blood oozed from his ears, and his figure that was about to retreat was slightly stunned.

Countless bone arms that rotted to the point of only white bones stretched out from under the barren grass, grabbing her feet, trying to drag Gan Qingyi into the ground and suffocate her.

Unconsciously, she had chased all the way to the former mass grave in Wuyang Mountain.

The seven fine holes flickered with a faint light, and at the critical moment, Gan Qingyi came back to her senses and let go of the short sword that had been swallowed to the point that only the hilt was left.

Dao Dao wind flow surrounded the limbs, instantly smashing countless white bone arms, Gan Qingyi flew over, and cut horizontally with both palms: "Wind Killing Method!" ”

More than a dozen powerful wind currents formed a slash and erupted almost at the same time, and the body of the lame old man, who had already died, suddenly exploded into pieces of flesh of different sizes and shapes, and a black shadow broke away from the corpse pieces and burrowed into the ground.

Thundered! Thundered!

The ground shook violently in a small area, and the mass graves were full of cracks.

As soon as he jumped into the air, a giant hand composed of countless white bones poked out of the crack and slapped at the figure in the low sky.

Gan Qingyi reacted very quickly, twisted his body to exert his strength, and smashed down the whip leg wrapped in the fierce wind.

Boom!

The bone chips were flying, and the white bone arm didn't even pause, bombarding Gan Qingyi's body.

As if hit by a high-speed train, Gan Qingyi's whole person flew up, smashing three or four strange stones one after another.

The world swirled, and she felt a sweetness in her throat, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

Combined with the strange strength of the countless white bones of the mass grave, it far exceeded the state of possession just now.

Gan Qingyi's face was embarrassed, her attack could only scrape off a layer of white bones on the periphery, and the damage caused to this weird was minimal, but a weird casual blow could make her suffer a relatively heavy injury, so if she continued to fight, she could only lose.

Seeing the white bone arm slap off again, Gan Qingyi rolled around with a lazy donkey, and her whole body was covered with muddy water, but she didn't have time to care about this.

After the white bone arm fell this time, Wei Wei did not launch a new round of attacks immediately after, and another arm stretched out, squeezing at the edge of the crack, as if some behemoth was climbing upward.

The ground of the mass grave collapsed, and the entire Wuyang Mountain shook gently.

"It's by no means an ordinary weird level, maybe it's close to the level of ferocity!" Gan Qingyi's heart sank slightly, this level of weirdness was by no means something that she, a martial artist who couldn't even stimulate the ten fine holes, could deal with alone.

According to the degree of weirdness and danger, the Dayuan Town Demon Division divides the weird into four levels: evil, strange, fierce, and evil.

Evil corresponds to the weak and weird below the martial artist, and the previous four college students who died due to mountain fires were all weird at this level, and the weird, fierce, and evil correspond to the three levels of [Martial Form], [Martial Potential], and [Martial Phase] respectively, and it is a weirdness that requires the corresponding level of martial artists to be able to deal with.

It's just that because the degree of restraint of the essence on the weird is not so obvious, between the martial artist and the weird with similar strength, the weird is usually stronger than the martial artist.

Under the moonlight, nearly ten meters of white bones poked out of the crack, and the upper half of the body was completely stuck, and it was difficult to move upward for half a minute.

"Aung Aung ......"

He roared in the sky, and grabbed Gan Qingyi with both arms.

Hiding left and right, barely dodging a few attacks with the help of the wind, Gan Qingyi's forehead was covered with fine droplets of sweat.

After a while, she lost the assistance of her essence, and she faced this weirdness with only her physical fitness, and she had no capital to fight back.

"The senior should have received my news and is on his way, as long as I hold on until he arrives, this weirdness is not to be feared."

The last glimmer of hope rose in Gan Qingyi's heart, gritted her teeth and struggled to escape outside the mass grave, and every time she was about to rush out, she was forced to retreat by the white bone arm.

Urging the [Treading the Wind] body method that had been cultivated for many years to the extreme, Gan Qingyi fled in embarrassment under the two white bone arms of the mass grave, and her eyes had to look down the mountain or the sky from time to time, hoping to find that figure.

Ten seconds, thirty seconds, one minute, two minutes......

Gan Qingyi's speed gradually slowed down, and the essence condensed under his feet changed from thin to nonexistent, and finally disappeared completely.

Rumble!

The white bone arm swept past Gan Qingyi, who could not maintain her original speed, and the sound of bones shattering was accompanied by a miserable scream, smashing on the barren grass of the mass grave, crashing out of a deep pit with a radius of four or five meters, and countless sand splashed up, drowning half of her body.

In a trance, as if the endless darkness engulfed her, Gan Qingyi barely opened her eyes with a tiny slit, and in the blurred vision, Wei Wei did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but raised her head to look at a figure that came from the sky.