The corpse slave behind Qiu Moli has the strength of the realm of the earth, his dry flesh and blood shines with silver-gray light, as if he has been refined into steel and iron bones, and his body is also relatively tall and plump.

"Roaring ......"

At this moment, the ancient corpse in the coffin finally woke up completely, and with another roar of rage, the lower half of the body circled one after another circle of ancient rotting corpses densely wrapped with red "Huangtong Red Line", and jumped up from the coffin.

Or because of the red thread that was wrapped around the lower body to bind the body, the ancient corpse that was quite uncomfortable for a while, caught off guard, and the corrupted body not only failed to pop out of the sarcophagus, but actually hit the sarcophagus wall on the other side of the foot with a "bang", and the sound of "dang" rebounded back and fell asleep again.

"Good guy! It turns out that it is also the strength of the ground level......"

Feeling the aura realm that appeared in the anger of the ancient corpse in the coffin, the hatred that was determined in his heart suddenly retracted his fingers, and with a big wave of his hand, he saw the silver-gray corpse slave pounce on the coffin, and happily hugged his hands around his chest, putting on a good and lively look.

"Whew......"

"Wow ......"

"Bang ......"

"Nothing ...... a lot"

......

The corpse slave who exuded a silver-gray metallic luster roared angrily and jumped into the huge stone coffin, and in the next moment, the roar of the ancient corpse sounded in the sarcophagus, followed by a huge collision of "ping pong", and the two spirit corpses of the same level had entered a fiery state of hand-to-hand combat.

"Elder Qiu, can your corpse slave stand up?"

Tu Xiong, who was temporarily safe, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, blushed his face, and leaned in front of Qiu Moli with a gloomy expression, and asked with a little uneasiness.

"Nonsense, it's the same realm of the ground level, the old man's companion corpse slave is not comparable to the wild road zombie in the coffin who is not even easy to look at, it is refined by the old man with the orthodox method of quenching the corpse, how can he not withstand it......"

Rolled his eyes angrily, Qiu Moli looked disdainful, how could he know that his words fell, and suddenly heard the sound of "horn click" from the sarcophagus not far in front of him, as if something was thrown out of the coffin and fell to the ground, and he couldn't help but subconsciously turn his head to look at it in a slight stunned......

"What's going on? It's been like this in a blink of an eye?"

With the help of the light from the flashlight in Tu Xiong's hand, I saw that the corpse slave was thrown a few meters away, on the ground outside the giant sarcophagus, a silver-gray skin was still intact before and gave people an invisible deterrent, but at this moment, it was as if he had just escaped from the cat demon's lair, and his whole body was covered with claw marks that were deep to the bone.

Although there was no blood flowing out of the corpse slave's body, just the right hand arm and wrist that were obviously twisted by the huge force at an extremely abnormal angle could see that the corpse slave's injuries were not light, and Qiu Moli, whose face had become extremely ugly, only felt a pain in his heart, and immediately roared angrily.

"It's all ground level, how can I, a specially tempered corpse slave, lose?"

Qiu Moli's mind was full of mush, and after hesitating, he saw the corpse slave who was thrown out of the coffin struggling to turn over and sit up, staggering and obviously not lightly injured, just as he reached out to help his corpse slave, there was a sound in the sarcophagus again.

Qiu Moli raised his head and swept over, only to see that the ancient corpse turned over and jumped out of the sarcophagus, and landed on the ground a few meters away with a "bang", thinking that the lower half of his body was tied with a circle of tough "Phoenix Tong Red Line", this guy had not yet adapted to it, and he was walking with difficult steps, stretching his arms and slowly moving, forcing towards the place where Qiu Moli and the corpse slave were.

What made Qiu Moli feel incredible was that compared with the tragic state of the corpse slave who had just been lifted up by him on his side, the ancient corpse on the opposite side was not damaged at all, but the ancient clothes worn on the surface of the half-withered and half-rotten ugly body were torn to pieces, which was probably the only result after Qiu Moli fought with the corpse slave on his side.

"That's not right...... It is also the realm of the ground level, the old man's corpse slave is so hard and steely, it is all torn like this, why does this monster not look like anything at all?"

Looking at the dumbfounded Qiu Moli, he let out a wail, staring at the ancient corpse that was staggering over and scolding angrily, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his heart, and his expression changed in an instant.

"Could it be ......"

In a small mutter, Qiu Moli's face became more and more incredulous and shocked, seeing that the ancient corpse that jumped over step by step was getting closer and closer, suddenly a fierce spirit, pulled the corpse slave on his side, turned around and ran towards the exit of the stone tomb with a miserable howl: "Run, it turns out that the legend is true......

Before the words fell, he dragged the corpse slave and disappeared at the exit of the tomb.

"What the hell is going on? I don't think that's what I just said......

Looking at the back of Qiu Moli who disappeared at the exit, Tu Xiong, who didn't react for a while, suddenly felt that his brain was a little messy, and when he looked back in a sluggish state, the ancient corpse with his legs wrapped around the red line seemed to have found a way at this time, and he was no longer struggling and staggering, but his legs were together, just like the zombies in the Xiangjiang movies in the eighties and nineties, he jumped towards himself one by one, and it was actually more stable than the other.

"Mom!"

A heart-rending howl sounded, Tu Xiong, who came back to his senses, turned around and ran, rushing out of the stone tomb with a rolling belt, looking at Qiu Moli and his corpse slave who were running away thirty or forty meters away in front of him, his nose was crooked, and he was so angry that a mouthful of old blood spurted out: "Qiu ...... Elder Qiu, you ...... You're so unrighteous, aren't you? That's not what we just said!"

"Where did you come from so much nonsense, hurry up and run for your life...... Where is that guy what kind of ancient corpse, it is the poisonous ancestral corpse transformed by the true body of the ancestors of the Han family in the legend, most of them have reached the realm of the heavenly level before their death, although the breath has degraded to the ground level after death, but it maintains the strength of the heavenly level, if you don't run away, are you still waiting to feed the zombies......"

While talking, Qiu Mo, who was pulling the injured corpse slave in front of him, didn't look back, and played with his life and skimmed his legs when he saw the road!

"What...... What?...... The poisonous corpse of the Heavenly Rank Realm?" Hearing Qiu Moli's words, Tu Xiong's face turned pale, his whole body trembled twice, and he shrank his neck and hurriedly burrowed into the woods on one side.

"Twitter ......"

At this moment, the ancient corpse that finally adapted to jumping forward step by step took a leap, stepped over a distance of several meters in one step, and when it fell again, it could avoid the door of the tomb, "bang" With a sound on the ground, his feet fell outside the tomb, grinning silly, turning his head with eyes and beads and only a pair of black eyes, and feeling around him, and after finding that he had lost the breath of the living people within dozens of meters around his body, the grinning and silly expression on the face of the ancient corpse suddenly stagnated, and then changed to an angry look, and there was an angry roar that resounded through the sky when he looked up to the sky: "Wow......"

"Wow ......"

In the next moment, at the east end of the cemetery in the distance, an angry roar from another ancient corpse sounded, sounding as if it heard the whistling sound from this side, echoing each other from afar.

"Roar ......"

Hearing the roar from afar, the stiff dried meat on the ancient corpse's face floated with an expression similar to a slight stunned, Ji'er let out a low roar, and his body jumped in the direction of the east's response.

......

At this time, in the mouth of the Han family cemetery, more than a dozen figures were hurrying by.

"Old man, something is not quite right in our cemetery today...... Listen, what a lot of work it has been, and where did two howls come from...... If we continue to toss like this, the whole cemetery will be alarmed, or let's quit first, and wait until it is quiet to see what the situation is......"

"Don't look at those poisonous corpses, let's care about their ancestors, but these guys have to eat a clansman every time they come out without the approval of the bloodline, and the standard six relatives don't recognize ......"

Two more and more angry howls sounded in succession, startling the team led by the old man Han, and the Han family team, who had just entered the cemetery, was stunned.

His face turned pale, and a ground worshipper who was in a cold heart retreated, wanting to move the old man to withdraw from the cemetery.

"Fart, you and I are both descendants of the Han family, and I am afraid that our ancestors will not succeed?"

Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, the old man paused and turned around and glared, and when the worshipper who had evacuated the cemetery lowered his head in shame, he snorted coldly, and with a shake of his body, the leader swept towards the depths of the cemetery. The several worshippers and the elders who followed closely behind him shook their heads and smiled bitterly, helplessly quickened their pace, and quickly followed!

......

Somewhere near the center of the cemetery, under a gray sky, a team was slowly moving forward.

It was Han Feilin and his party who had just come out of the first tomb and were heading to the second tomb to collide with at this moment!

"Huh!"

"Roar ......"

Suddenly, in the direction of the east and west sides of the cemetery, two angry corpse howls sounded one after another, and Han Feilin, who was walking in front of the team, frowned, stopped and listened.

Immediately after, the six outer disciples of the Han family, who looked terrified and were already like frightened birds, trembled all over, and turned their heads to look around in horror, completely frightened.

"Hey, this cemetery is usually very quiet, and even I, the eldest grandson of the long house, don't know the secret of the poisonous corpse...... What the hell is going on today? The ghost is crying wolf, there won't be any accidents, right?" After a few glances left and right, the melancholy on Han Feilin's face became even heavier.

As he spoke, he groaned slightly, as if he had made a decision, and as soon as he raised his steps, he walked into the depths of the cemetery in front of him: "It seems that there are changes on the east and west sides of this cemetery, and Lao Tzu can only go forward due north...... But it just so happens that the further you go inside, the older those tombs become, and you might collide with some ancient corpse......"

"Isn't it......?

"What the hell are you howling, let's go......"

The six Han family disciples all had a bitter look on their faces, looking at each other, and before they could cry, they were interrupted by Han Feilin's broken drink.

Han Feilin's henchman pushed Han Jiao, ignoring Han Yiyi's angry gaze at all, and shouted: "Don't keep up quickly, the so-called four is not three, it is not necessary that the next ancient tomb young master will be recognized by the ancestors, and you will be liberated......"

The six outer disciples of the Han family felt bitter in their hearts, their heads drooped, and they followed behind Han Feilin with a pale face, and slowly walked towards the deepest part of the Han family's cemetery......