The corpse's eyes opened, and a faint dead glow flashed.

The astonishing cold aura suddenly centered on the dried corpse, surging like a storm, pouring out like a torrent that broke the embankment.

He was laughing and holding the Transcendent Realm holding the Saint Soldier Long Sword, feeling that it was extremely cold behind him, and hurriedly turned around to look.

"In order to thank you for drawing out the Cold Moon Holy Sword, this saint has given you the embrace of returning to death, and all your essence will belong to this saint and become the food for this saint's recovery." The dry corpse's shriveled lips collided, and he let out an extremely dry and hoarse laugh.

The laughter was like a rusty piece of iron scratching the ceramic, and it was so piercing that it made people's scalps tingle.

Immediately, I saw the dry corpse open its mouth and inhale, and immediately a gray aura covered the whole body of the transcendent realm holding the holy sword, the transcendent realm was uncontrollable, and the whole body couldn't help but tremble, accompanied by a terrible wail, wisps of white breath continued to escape from between his mouth and nose.

These white breaths contain a rich vitality, and all of them are submerged in the mouth and nose of the dried corpse.

However, in less than ten breaths, this transcendent realm turned into a dry corpse with a twisted face full of fear.

With a casual throw, the dried corpse of the transcendent realm was thrown to the ground.

The Cold Moon Sacred Sword also fell to the side, stuck on a rock, and its brilliance was faint, as if the flame of the remnant candle in the wind would be extinguished at any time.

"Shot...... Kill him! ”

Someone suddenly roared, and the moment the words fell, the long knife broke through the air and slashed out ten zhang blades.

The blade slashed through the gray mist and slashed at the dried corpses in mid-air.

I saw that the dry corpse grabbed five fingers, and immediately smashed the ten-zhang knife, and a strong force erupted, and the person wielding the knife was immediately ingested in the air, his neck was choked, and his essence immediately diffused through his mouth and nose, and he was absorbed by the dry corpse in less than ten breaths.

A series of powerful attacks erupted, bombarding the corpse one after another.

The dull sound kept sounding, and all the attacks could not damage the dry corpse in the slightest.

"Run!"

Someone screamed and fled in panic.

It doesn't matter if he can escape or not, let's get out of this dry corpse first.

"Come and come, and become the food for the restoration of this saint." The dry corpse monster laughed, quickly descended, and an amazing suction force suddenly exploded, ingesting in all directions, and the air flow rolled back, immediately sucking some of the people who tried to escape, unable to leave, but kept retreating, towards the dry corpse.

Immediately after, the ropes formed by the condensation of gray mist were as fast as a python coming out of a hole.

The people who fled in all directions were entangled, and the terrifying death force attacked, and their essence was suddenly forcibly devoured, and transmitted to the dried corpse through the gray mist rope.

A large amount of life essence poured into the shriveled body.

I saw that the body of the dried corpse began to change, the shriveled skin membrane was like withered bark, but gradually a layer of light appeared, and immediately, as if the flesh and blood were filled, it became full little by little at a slight speed.

Although it may not seem obvious, it has changed, at least not so shriveled.

"Spirit...... This saint needs more spirit......"

The dry corpse grinned, his expression was extremely terrifying, his eyes were extremely rich and the will to die burst out, and the gray mist suddenly surged, and in an instant, he saw the dark and terrifying gaze of the dry corpse staring at the long sword inserted in the rock not far away, and flicked his fingers.

A wisp of power containing the breath of death fell on the sword.

The sword body trembled, and once again let out a tidal sword groan, and a burst of bright moon and cold sword light suddenly broke through the gray mist, and the sword groan bloomed again in the sky.

"Come on...... Come on...... Life Spirits ......"

The corpse laughed strangely. The life essence of the dozens of martial artists just now had little effect on him, like a drop in the bucket.

……

"Holy Sword!"

"The Holy Sword has reappeared, and it is calling to me......"

Suddenly, one by one, the warriors who were in the fog of death, who were hesitating and looking like lost lambs, became high-pitched and excited, and rushed towards the direction of the sword groan and the sword light.

Ghouls?

It doesn't matter, it's just a little obstruction, how can this little danger be compared to the temptation to get the holy sword.

"Sword chant again, can't you wait......"

A smile hung on the corner of Chen Feng's mouth, thoughtful.

Instinctively, when you combine everything, you can feel that something is wrong and ominous here.

But since he has come to this point, it is impossible to retreat, because, because his vision and divine thoughts are restricted, Chen Feng does not know which direction is the right direction to leave.

There is no way to retreat, only to move forward.

Indomitable!

God blocks and kills gods, and demons block and slay demons.

The sound of the sword groan and the light of the sword were the guide, and Chen Feng immediately accelerated, so as not to lose his way again later.

In the fog of death, Murong Yue was filled with a layer of white moon glow, resisting the invasion of the breath of the death mist, and between the moonlight, it turned into a moon blade, and the quiet frost spread all around, slashing through, and the ghouls were suddenly cut off, and they were quickly frozen by the frost.

The sword groaned like a tide, and the sword light bloomed.

Murong Yue was extremely moved, after all, her supernatural and cultivation were related to Mingyue, and the power of the holy sword was also related to Mingyue.

Wouldn't it be a good fit!

Because of this, Murong Yue's desire to obtain the holy sword was stronger than the others.

What about the fact that it was a holy sword?

Within the Murong clan, there is no shortage of swordsmanship, as well as the inheritance of swordsmanship, she has also practiced swords, and she has also laid a solid foundation.

Everything else is trifle.

Focus...... It was to get the holy sword in his hands first.

Within the Murong clan, of course, there are also holy soldiers.

But many times, the holy soldiers also pay attention to a fit.

After all, the holy soldiers are all cultivated by the saints, and they are closely related to the saints.

After defeating a few ghouls, Murong Yue immediately swept towards the place of the sword light.

Not long after, another group of people arrived at the place of the sword light, and their eyes quickly swept over.

Chen Feng's eyes froze, first he saw Murong Yue, but he didn't care, Murong Yue also saw Chen Feng, and immediately gritted his teeth, but then he saw dozens of dried corpses all over the ground, not far away, a faint and cold sword light was like moonlight, and if there was no holy sword power, it was diffused from the place where the sword light was diffuse.

That...... It's the Holy Sword!

"The holy sword is mine."

Someone immediately shouted excitedly, and without the slightest hesitation, he burst out at full speed and quickly crossed hundreds of meters, and when he reached out to grab the holy sword, a phantom suddenly flashed.

Immediately, the suction exploded, directly sucking the person dry in just three breaths, turning him into a dried corpse.

The dry corpse's eyes widened, and there was still ecstasy, excitement, and the horror and dazedness that had just emerged on his face, which was extremely complicated.

Immediately, a gray aura pierced out of the mist like a python and swept towards Chen Feng and the others.

Everyone took action.

Chen Feng blasted out with a punch, his fist was domineering, like a big star falling into the sky, and instantly burst out with extremely powerful power, immediately shattering that gray breath.

"The Legend of the Fairy Tree"

Murong Yue slashed out with a moon blade, crushing the gray aura. Monk Huizeng blasted out with a powerful Vajra palm, the golden light was shining, domineering and domineering, and it also defeated the gray aura.

Others have their own means.

However, some people were difficult to resist, but they were swept up by the gray aura, and the life essence of a body immediately overflowed, and in less than three breaths, they turned into dried corpses, and their eyes were full of horror and unwilling to fall to the ground.

A gray aura came out of the fog like a python.

There are hundreds of ways.

These python-like gray breaths carried a strong smell of death, and each one was more powerful than before, and all of them had reached the level of transcendence.

Chen Feng, Murong Yue, and Hui Zeng each faced dozens of gray mist attacks, as if they were facing dozens of transcendent realms at the same time, and the pressure increased greatly for a while.

Chen Feng blasted out with a punch, immediately shattering several gray mist streaks.

Draw your sword in an instant.

The moment the sword was unsheathed, a star ring sword light was slashed, and the gray aura was immediately shattered.

But Murong Yue and Hui Zeng are not so strong.

Especially although Hui Zeng's strength is not weak, it is not as good as Murong Yue, facing the siege of dozens of gray pythons, after breaking the small half, he was suddenly surrounded by a heavy weight, and he could only perform a single exercise, and his body was filled with golden light, and it was difficult to resist the bombardment of the gray python.

Murong Yue's strength was stronger than Hui Zeng's, but after smashing half of the gray pythons, he was also besieged.

Between the moonlight, it was difficult to resist the attack of the remaining gray pythons.

"Chen Feng, save me."

Murong Yue's eyes caught a glimpse of Chen Feng smashing all the dozens of gray pythons, and hurriedly spoke.

At this time, where is there still something to 'hold a grudge'.

It's just that Chen Feng didn't seem to hear it, and instead of coming to the rescue, he stared at a certain place in the fog of death.

I saw that the fog of death was surging, and there were piercing footsteps sounding rhythmically, and every step fell, as if stepping on the heart, which matched the beating of the heart, which made Chen Feng feel very uncomfortable.

Fortunately, his physique is extremely strong, and this discomfort did not really affect Chen Feng.

A figure emerges from within the mists of death.

Chen Feng's eyes were condensed to the extreme, and the essence that burst out became more and more sharp and sharp.

It was a thin figure, its breath was rotten and dilapidated, and there was an astonishing dead silence, and when it looked at it, it looked like a hungry person, and a pair of eyes were filled with an astonishing death silence.

The pair of eyes full of dead silence swept over, and suddenly fell on Chen Feng's body, bursting with an incomparably terrifying cold light.

"Ben Sheng can feel it...... Your life essence is so strong, so fascinating......"

The hoarse and obscure voice of the dry corpse was filled with indescribable amazement and shock.

He cultivated a secret method, and he never thought that someone's life essence would be so strong and majestic and pure that it was simply unheard of before, and immediately, he was overjoyed and excited.

He felt that as long as he devoured all the life essence of this person, his strength would be greatly restored.

Not only that, but it will also bring great benefits to yourself.

These benefits even hope that he will break the original shackles and be promoted to a higher level after he has fully recovered.

"Junior, your life essence, this saint is going to be decided."

When the words fell, the dry corpse suddenly burst out, like a gray streamer that swept dozens of meters, and appeared in front of Chen Feng in an instant, the dry five fingers fell in the air like ghost claws, and an extremely strong and domineering Sen Leng domineering power permeated, and slammed into Chen Feng's head.

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