The terrifying aura that Yang Long sensed when he hid behind the rocks was even more serious than the evil aura attached to his own body. Even when the Yang Dragon was mutating, the blood qi covered in his body was not so strong. This aura is different from that on Yang Long's body, it seems to be like the resentment under the hidden spring, which is the resentment left behind when a person dies.

Although Yang Long was very interested in this strange aura, it was not yet in a state that made him happy. Yang Long could be so sure that this dark aura had some special connection with the evil aura on his body, perhaps as if it was born from the same root, from the same branch. It's just that Yang Long had a strange feeling, and he found that this aura had gone off the rails.

The evil qi on the body of the yang dragon is born from the dark things that gather in the world and gather in the world, and the ancients superstition refers to the evil qi. But this is a real and pure murderous aura, this murderous aura is like a substance around Yang Long, compared to this dark aura, Yang Long feels that the evil aura on his body is much purer. The aura that Yang Long sensed was not at all like that emitted by a human, but like an evil ghost with endless resentment to death.

Yang Long didn't plan to stay here at all, and he didn't even look back, so he ran directly towards the depths of the stone forest. His instinct told him that what this guy brought must not be simple.

The black wind and clouds rolled up, and as the runes and the black fur submerged, layers of thin black mist began to float on the guy behind the Heavenly Underworld. As the black mist gradually rose, the figure under the hat suddenly raised its head, revealing a pair of strange purple eyes.

By the time Tianying had done all this, his face had already turned pale and direct, but he smiled when he saw that the hat gradually began to swing his stiff arms. laughed a little reluctantly, but after he laughed twice, his body shook, and then his eyes sank and he fell into a coma.

Seeing that Tianming passed out in a coma, Tianhe was suddenly startled, and immediately went up to support his body that was about to fall, and said in a panic: "Brother Ming, what's wrong with you? ”

Tianming was already unconscious with a slight smile, and he couldn't hear Tianhe's call at all, but it was a pity that Tianhe didn't understand the chill of this smile.

With the fall of Tianying, the yang dragon on the other side also slipped out from behind the rock, and before Tianhe could react, he saw that the strange guy beside him also disappeared from his sight in the blink of an eye, and this speed blinded Tianhe.

He only knew that Tianming had said that he had a killer weapon, but Tianying never revealed the origin of this guy to everyone, so they just guessed that this guy was just unwilling to speak.

However, now he realized that this guy was not human at all, and that the Heavenly Immortal was using the magic of the Lich. This long-lost sorcery was only practiced by a few elders, and it was forbidden because it was so evil that it was forbidden. He didn't expect that this kind of magic would actually be obtained by the Heavenly Underworld, it seems that Luo Tianba's old fox attaches great importance to this matter.

You must know that this kind of spell doesn't need any aura at all to activate, but this spell has several very demanding requirements, the first is to find a corpse full of resentment and die to sacrifice this spell, and the second is to make a self-made seal to trigger the scroll, which is of course not needed for those who have already mastered this spell, but for the heavenly underworld, it is impossible. The third is the most dangerous, which is that the sorcerer consumes one-third of the blood of the human body for sacrifice.

No wonder Tianhe felt that something was wrong with this guy before, it turned out that the guy behind them was not a human at all, but a corpse. Thinking of the scene when they had been walking with a corpse, Tianhe felt a chill all over his body.

"Luo Tianba has made a lot of money for his own status!" Tianhe shook his head, but he smiled bitterly.

Using this kind of thing to deal with a child of their age, Tianhe felt a little funny. If they are in a coma today, and the witchcraft has been successfully activated, then their task is half completed. In this regard, Tianhe couldn't help but secretly sigh to himself. Now that he can finally leave this ghost place, thinking of the tragic death of the person who grew up with him, Tianhe gritted his teeth with a pale face, looked at the corpses not far away, but he had a feeling that things were not about people, and tears flowed first.

As for the corpse, which had already gone away, he was not worried at all. The curse of the Lich is the most terrifying, once the witchcraft locks on someone or something, no matter you flee to the ends of the earth, it will not let go, this is the most terrifying part of the Lich's magic.

Of course, at this time, Yang Long didn't know what this thing was, he only knew now that he could only do one thing now, and that was to run, and the farther he ran, the better.

However, when he ran for a while, he realized that he was wrong. Because he can't run away at all, this guy is like a ghost, and he can't hide at all. No matter what kind of speed Yang Long uses, this guy can chase after him, and what is even more bizarre is that no matter how Yang Long's speed soars, he can maintain the same speed as Yang Long as the guy behind him.

Yang Long is fast, it is faster. When Yang Long slows down, this guy will actually slow down on his own, but he will always be a little faster than Yang Long. In this way, Yang Long will be caught up sooner or later.

Yang Long didn't know if the guy who was following him was intentional or unintentional, anyway, he was always getting closer in an extreme way, as if he was laughing at Yang Long's inadequacy. Even though Yang Long used Tempest Fury, he found that he still couldn't escape. He had a feeling that this guy's strength was not below the human seal at all.

Along the way, Yang Long kept thinking, since he couldn't escape, he could only try head-to-head. This guy feels very peculiar, Yang Long can't tell what it feels like, but his intuition tells him that this guy's origin is not simple, and it is even a bit like the resurrection of a dead person. Because before this, Yang Long had secretly paid special attention to this guy, but at that time he didn't feel this strangeness at all, and now the aura on this guy's body has become so weird.

Turning around a tall stone wall, Yang Long stopped, and the black shadow that had been following him gradually stopped. The two faced each other, separated by a few towering sharp stones. Yang Long couldn't see this guy's face clearly at all, not only because this guy had a mask on his face, but also a thin black mist surrounded his body. This aura that lingers around his body is somewhat like the feeling of Yang Dragon's evil qi emerging.

The next moment, the black figure didn't make any movement at all, and rushed directly from the opposite side, punching Yang Long's face.

A simple and ordinary punch contains a mountain-like heaviness, and this sense of heaviness with a sense of oppression makes people unable to dodge even if they want to. Yang Long found that he had to take it involuntarily, and if he didn't take it, then this punch would hit him directly in the face.

This somewhat compulsive repression made Yang Long's face sink. He didn't expect that such an ordinary punch actually contained a trace of martial arts essence of fist intent.

It felt a little forced, but it was not the slightest pretentious, Yang Long couldn't hide, so he had to take it hard. Fists and fists were opposed, and a huge force was like a thousand waves, attacking layer after layer.

With a "bang", Yang Long was directly knocked out of the air ten meters away, and his back hit a boulder directly before stopping.

Although there was nothing serious about his body, Yang Long's entire left arm was already numb. The power of the mountains contained in this punch, when the fist intent repels each other, this power is like a torrent, and the outbreak is extremely intense, and at this time, there is a sense of absolute suppressive power.

However, before Yang Long could react, the black shadow attacked again, and it was a quaint punch, forcing Yang Long to meet it head-on, and this passive style of play made Yang Long unable to exert half of his strength.

In terms of strength, Yang Long knew that he was no match for this guy. In terms of the speed that he has always been proud of, he can't beat the guy in front of him. It is conceivable that this guy's strength has reached a level he can't imagine.

You can't beat it, you can't run it. Yang Long didn't know what other means were useless except for the attack that was just more hard than the punch. At this time, his head was thinking quickly, because this guy's offensive was getting more and more intense, and his moves were getting more and more. At the beginning, Yang Long tried to compete with this guy, and he felt that he could handle it, because this guy's hands and feet seemed to be a little stiff, and his fists were a little jerky. But later, this guy was attacking, and several punches had already hit him directly in the chest, and this rapid progress was a little weird, as if this guy was growing in battle.

"If you go on like this, you're going to lose sooner or later. ”

After taking this simple punch, Yang Long retreated straight to three meters away, a trace of blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, in the process of competing for strength, he was injured, and he knew that he couldn't fight at all.

However, he didn't have any blood beads on him, because he hadn't collected it before that, and he was afraid that someone would find out about this secret, so Yang Long removed this habit, so as not to make people misunderstand that he was an alien. Before coming out of the abyss, Yang Long had already used up the remaining blood beads, except for the blood beads that he had used to escape the attack of the lava beast. And the gourd that has been around his waist is full of wine from Uncle Niu.

Now faced with this situation, Yang Long is in a dilemma. You can't beat it, you can't run it. In the face of this kind of opponent who is getting sharper and sharper, Yang Long now has only one hole card. That's with the power of the guy in his body, which Whitebeard once mentioned. Because the black rune suppressed that guy, Yang Long could draw a small amount of that guy's power and turn it into his own use, which is where Yang Long's real hole cards are.