Chapter 243: Battle in City K

The entrances and exits of the shelter in K-City have been closed since the guards left in droves, and the spacious streets have been devoid of the usual crowds and traffic, as most of the cultivators have joined the battle to protect them.

On a clear moonlit night, the two forces clashed in the gray area, boiling blood and dirty black water splashed from the body, there was the sound of weapons piercing the flesh, the sound of sharp teeth gnawing bones, there were passionate shouts, there were weeping of grief, there were endless emotions and fearless heroic souls in this war zone.

It is not because there is hope that we persevere, but because we persevere, there is hope.

Despite the human cultivators who were not afraid of death, the endless herd of turbid beasts was still moving towards the forest step by step, and people could only watch as the gray area continued to encroach on the green land.

The air is turbid, you can see the turbidity gas condensed like dust surging, and the turbidity chains are wrapped around the body of the turbidity beast, and once a turbidity beast falls, the dark body of the surrounding turbidity beast will flicker, and then you will see such a scene: the corpse of the fallen turbidity beast is tightly wound by the turbidity chain, and the corpse will be strangled and deformed, and it may be like a strangled balloon in the next second, the rotting minced flesh flies sideways, and the stench fills the space; It is also possible to reopen your eyes by relying on the constant flow of turbidity from other turbidity beasts when the turbidity chain is tightened.

Some cultivators were taken out of their hearts by the claws of the turbid beasts that suddenly revived around them, and they were unwilling to die.

The Turbidity Beasts had died a lot, and each of them had one or two corpses at their feet, but no one knew when these corpses would suddenly strike a fatal blow at them.

Blood splattered all over the body, both of their own and of their companions.

The night is gray, the turbidity is gray, the earth is gray, but tonight, the vision is red.

If the revival of the turbidity beast by relying on the turbidity of its companions is still within the receptivity of people, then the infectious properties of the turbidity make people feel sad and angry.

With the beginning of the cultivation of the whole human race, there are fewer and fewer human beings who are turbidized into turbidity beasts, and even after death, because there is aura in the body that can make the surrounding environment appear gray, it is very rare to be accidentally turbidized and resurrected.

Now, however, the defenders who had sacrificed their lives to protect the city were polluted by the turbidity, opened their gray eyes, dragged their broken bodies into the herd of turbid beasts, and their scarred and not yet fully rotten hands picked up their weapons, pointing their swords at their compatriots who had fought side by side before.

Eliminating the strengths of the other and fighting to feed the war is the unique label of the turbid beast herd.

A single human has an absolute advantage over a single turbid beast, but when the crowd is against a turbid beast herd, it is a great disadvantage, which is why when facing the spirit beast herd, although the human being is nervous and frightened, it has not yet reached the point of despair and just wants to escape.

Resentment pervades his heart, and in the face of that familiar face, someone's hand holding a weapon trembles, even though he knows that this person is dead, this is just a shell eroded by turbidity, but he still can't do it, but no matter what the defenders think, the polluted dead have already raised the blade in their hands and attacked mercilessly.

Maybe it was still in the sad memory, the guardian looked at the face and was still stunned, although his body had subconsciously started to defend when he saw the man attacking, but it was still a little late in the end, his pupils shrank sharply, but before he could wait for the pain, he felt that his face was splashed with blood, the blood seemed to be warm, but the touch of the skin told him that this was not normal human blood, because the turbidity in it was making his cheeks ache for a while.

When his brain crashed, he heard a flamboyant sentence behind him, and he was stunned, what to do?

Consciousness was awakened, and his body was back in control, a head gurgled and rolled to his feet, and the guardian saw the familiar but stiff and pale face of the deceased at a glance, and he only clenched the weapon in his hand without having time to thank the man who had just rescued him, and saw a new turbid beast rushing towards him.

The contaminated headless corpse froze in place, the weapon clattered and fell to the ground, its neck section was flat, as if it had been cut off by a sharp weapon, turbid gas continued to flow out of the veins, dark red blood was sprinkled all over the ground, and there were fine ice crystals in the blood.

The smell of blood attracted a flock of carrion-loving beasts, and flocks of crows stood in the dead trees in the gray area

They croaked in an ugly voice, their eyes glued to the corpses below with endless greed.

I wish: With the oath of the moon, pray for the light of God.

I would like to:

I would like to:

I wish: In the name of the sun, pray for the light of God.

I would like to:

I would like to:

The countless gods of Huaguo closed their eyes reverently, and thousands of voices overlapped together, surging like a river about to break through a bridge, and when they shouted my wish, in the latitude they could not see, a little white light overflowed from them, these points of light were large or small, but they flew in the same direction.

The half-bent moon slowly emerged from the clouds, and it climbed over the tall walls, over the treetops, and into the sky, until the moonlight could penetrate the turbid air and spread into the war-torn land.

The white moonlight fell clearly, and the moonlight fell layer by layer, gilding the blood-stained corpse with silver light, as if to comfort the dead souls who had passed away.

When the crooked moon appeared, the sun seemed to rise without showing weakness, illuminating a corner of the sky, but this sun was not the dazzling and blazing fireball of the white sun, although it was the sun, it was more like another perfect moon, although the divergent light was stronger than the crescent moon, but its light was cold.

The sun illuminated the place, making the war even more bleak, the guardians fought with all their might, and the various aura skills made the scene chaotic for a while, and when they were constantly forced to retreat step by step by the turbid beasts, they only heard someone faintly chanting words in their heads, the voice was ethereal, and they couldn't understand what was being read, but it strangely calmed their restless hearts, and even their bloodshot eyes from the long battle didn't seem to be so sore.

Under the cold sunlight, wisps of soft light aura were squeezed out of the thin air, and they merged into the white light, gradually warming up the biting sunlight, with a bit of the feeling that the sun should have, the sun shone on the cultivator's body, and the light aura took the initiative to blend into those bloody wounds, and the wounds were scabbed and healed to a degree that was visible to the naked eye.

Feeling the long-lost warm sun, everyone's hearts seemed to soften, and they could still feel the tingling and itching of the scab on the wound, clearly understanding that these were not illusions.

And although the moonlight is still cold and doesn't seem to have any special abilities, only those who really feel this power know what it does.

Gradually, however, the cultivators found that the Guardians who had been eroded by the turbid qi and resurrected were slowly reverting to the way they had just died, and even their gray eyes had become brighter.

While the cultivators were stunned, the dead who had regained consciousness did not seem to realize that they were dead, and after shaking their heads, they angrily picked up their weapons and slashed at the turbid beasts around them.