At the time when Fang Yuan and the others were in a state of anxiety.

Distant shrubs from which,

An old tree with withered vines stood quietly, with a strange face on the canopy.

Under the roots of the tree, countless roots seem to be connected to something, densely packed.

"It's coming, it's coming. You'll be able to eat delicious food soon! ”

The faint gaze on the distorted man's face stared directly at Fang Yuan, with impatience.

There was a strange and inexplicable aura on its body, and it seemed to have the strength of a foundation building monk.

It stands to reason that with such a terrifying strength of this tree, if you make a move, you will definitely be able to catch it.

But it didn't move, and only manipulated the corpses to besiege, which was very wrong.

"With such a rich yang qi and a special physique, I will definitely be able to break through the shackles and regain my life."

"No, you can't be in a hurry, you can't make a move, I sense the horror hidden in him, take your time......"

A strange voice sounded, with a hint of jealousy in its longing.

It seemed to be afraid of something on Fang Yuan's body, and was reluctant to attack directly, so as not to cause damage to itself.

Little by little, several corpses on top of the tree sank into it, chewing and devouring, squeaking.

There are some special lines on the robes of several people's faces exposed, which are the identity of the Extreme Yang Sect.

The identities of these people are self-evident, they are the members of the squad of the monk surnamed Ma.

Unbeknownst to the tree, a reddish stone fell from the bush among the corpses.

A sleeping hare, hearing movement.

He pricked up his ears and poked his head out in horror.

It was not very intelligent, and when it saw this strange scene, its body trembled, and it was about to flee.

But in the next second, he was twitching in place.

The strange withered vines and old trees are quietly hidden among the bushes.

The rhizomes beneath the roots are surging wildly.

It was like manipulating marionettes, manipulating the corpses to consume Fang Yuan and others.

"No, the corpse refining consumes too much, I have to replenish it!"

Looking at the hordes of corpses and falling to the ground, the faces on the canopy of the trees revealed human thoughts.

"Someone seems to ...... So it's just right......"

The withered yellow vines were like antennas, as if sensing something and sending a message.

The Dryad's form disappeared into the bushes, nowhere to be found.

……

On an official road dozens of miles away, there are caravans camping at the moment.

This is a caravan composed of the Immortal Cultivation Family, and there are more than twenty Qi cultivators in it.

The person in charge of the caravan has the cultivation of the seventh level of Qi cultivation, and he is the patriarch of a small family.

The other monks were not weak either, and most of them were around the middle stage of Qi cultivation.

They escorted supplies to Qingzhou, ready to sell them to the monks on the front line and earn a sum of spirit stones.

It is the so-called wealth and danger.

Although Qingzhou is full of dangers, the caravan composed of more than a dozen mid-stage Qi cultivation cultivators can be regarded as not a weak force, at least it has the power to protect itself.

They have had a lot of luck along the way, and they are safe and sound.

In a few days, we will be able to arrive at the trading site.

"What sound?" The scouting monks outside the caravan camp were very alert.

"Found?!" Several monks around him became nervous.

The eyes of the five or six monks were fixed motionless on the darkness ahead.

There was a huge bonfire on the camp.

The bonfire was blown by the mountain wind, making a whirring and burning sound.

In the changing light of the fire, a zombie covered in white hair jumped into the scouting monk's field of vision.

Several monks looked at each other and smiled.

"Haha, a white-haired zombie."

"Cut, make a fuss, scare Lao Tzu."

"Little San, go and get rid of this unlucky zombie......" The leader of the team of monks said nonchalantly.

This white-haired iron corpse has the weakest combat power, and it is not as good as ordinary low-level demon beasts.

"Yes, Boss." A young monk walked over with a grin.

"Watch out for its corpse poison, that thing will get in trouble. I don't have an antidote to the poison. The experienced monk reminded.

"Got it, got it. Do you think I'm a three-year-old? The young monk who walked out waved his hand impatiently.

The war in Qingzhou is not endless, and the evil qi of the corpse gathers, and white-haired iron corpses like this often appear.

Most of them are metamorphoses from corpses buried in the ground, wandering around.

It's not a strange thing, although it was the first time he encountered it, he didn't take it to heart.

"This kind of thing, as long as you pay attention to dodge, it's fine...... Belch! The young monk was muttering to himself, when suddenly his voice paused, and his relaxed steps froze in place.

His pupils shrank sharply, and his mouth opened wide in utter horror.

"What's wrong?" The monk in the rear, sensing that something was wrong, hurriedly asked.

The young monk was alerted by this voice, and his whole body trembled as if he had been electrocuted, and he turned and ran back.

"Quick, signal. There are zombies! He yelled, his face full of panic.

"A white ***, afraid of a bird's egg...... I. I grass! ”

The four monks shouted at the same time.

Dozens of white-haired iron corpses jumped and jumped towards the camp.

Bell Bell ......

In the camp, the gong suddenly sounded.

"There's a horde of zombies approaching the camp!"

"They surrounded the whole camp!"

"Hurry up, everybody get up and defend ......"

In the camp, no one noticed that after entering the camp, this group of iron corpses turned into a layer of illusory and rich mist.

Where is this iron corpse, but illusion!

I don't know what kind of means the dryad used, so that the monks in the camp mistakenly thought that the zombies surrounded them.

Thus panicking.

The gray mist, quietly coming from all directions, covered the place, and was quietly sucked into the mouth of the panicked monk.

This illusory mist was like a deadly drug, and after those monks who did not cultivate much, their eyes became dull, and then the six gods were lost.

My Healing Game

The body underwent an inexplicable change, and the slender white hair pierced the robe like a silver needle.

This group of low-ranking monks was so easily transformed into white-haired iron corpses.

Only the person in charge of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation seemed to be trying his best to resist.

The gray mist flashed, and the dryad appeared in front of him, and the gray branches pierced the man's heart and lungs like white bones.

……

When the dryad transforms into a corpse.

A hundred miles away, several rays of light quietly emerged.

They were dressed in black with special patterns printed on their sleeves.

At the head of it is a young monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation, and for some reason, they will appear here.

And looking at the direction of its retreat, it seems that it will pass by Fang Yuan and the others.

"Senior Brother Xiao, who is so bold that he dares to make a move against the monks of the Extreme Yang Sect?"

Xu was idle and bored, and the backward people asked.

"I don't know, but Senior Brother Ma and the others died at the same time, the murderer must be strong, don't be careless!"

The young monk at the head, holding a formation plate, seemed to be positioning something.

"It's not far from the murderer! All of them will descend magic weapons for me and restrain their breath. ”

The young monk at the head looked at the flood light spots on the array plate and said decisively.

"Yes!"

Several others listened to the order.

This group of people is the disciples of the Extreme Yang Sect, and the person who led the team is also famous, it is Xiao Yifei, who is the title of Sword Jie among the Three Ying and Four Masters.

The disciples who performed tasks in Qingzhou all left soul cards.

In this short period of time, there were many teams, and the soul card was shattered at the same time.

The squad of monks surnamed Ma is just one of them.

In the past half a month, there have been nearly a dozen teams that have had accidents one after another, which made the foundation building monks stationed in Qingyang Mountain quite angry.

It was suspected that someone was secretly targeting the Extreme Yang Sect, so he contacted Xiao Yifei, a sword master who was closer to this place, and asked him to find out the truth.

Xiao Yifei is a monk who has practiced qi and the Great Perfection, and there are five people in his team, and the weakest is also an eighth-level monk who cultivates qi, all of whom are his henchmen.

All of them have experienced a hundred battles, whether it is cultivation or exercises, or magic weapons, they are all extremely powerful.

Even in the face of the foundation building monks, with the combined efforts of several people, they can retreat with their whole body.

Of course, the foundation building monks here refer to those who are scattered and miscellaneous in the early stage of foundation building.

According to speculation and clues, the high-level people stationed in Qingyang Mountain determined that it was done by those scattered cultivators who did not know whether they were alive or dead.

The strength should not be too strong.

Because the highest cultivator of the team that had an accident was only the first to enter the ninth layer of Qi training, it was the same as the strength of the monk surnamed Ma.

It is unlikely that such a Qi cultivation disciple will attack the Foundation Building Cultivator.

What's more, as a foundation builder, it is unreasonable to pull down the face of his identity and make a move against the Qi cultivator.

Besides, the major camps have some understanding of their respective foundation building monks, not to mention knowing their whereabouts.

But the general direction can still be determined.

Therefore, it was more than enough to send Daojie to come and kill the people who were targeting their Extreme Yang Sect.

Xiao Yifei and the others hid their bodies and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

After not far from the red point of light, several people stopped.

Adjust the status in situ.

If you find the murderer, there will inevitably be a fight, and although Xiao Yifei is confident, he is not conceited.

The lion fights the rabbit, and he naturally knows the truth with all his strength.

Otherwise, there would be no reputation for the sword.

"Xiao Wu, you go and investigate!"

He instructed one of the monks in the group to go down.

As a complete team, if you dare to hunt monks and obtain battle resources, you will inevitably have a complete configuration.

Just like when Fang Yuan entered Macaque Mountain to hunt beasts, he joined Li Ruosi's temporary team.

This team has a series of people who are specifically responsible for investigation, vigilance, tracking, and aftermath.

Coupled with Daojie's strong strength, this is invincible.

A single tree does not make a forest, and it is difficult to stand alone.

Behind the powerful, it is often not just alone.

When the monk named Xiao Wu heard this, he didn't say anything and quietly disappeared in place.

Several others have long been accustomed to this.

Each restores mana in place and restores its own state to its own integrity.

Not long after, Xiao Wu's figure reappeared in the same place.

"Senior Brother Xiao, something doesn't seem right ahead, there are wandering refining corpses, and there seems to be a battle, it's too far away, I don't dare to get close."

Xiao Wu reported what he saw and heard from his reconnaissance to Xiao Yifei.

"Have you found any signs of the enemy?"

"And it didn't ......"