"My lord! Help me! ”

The cries for help from his brothers sounded in his ears, and Wang Cheng chased after him without hesitation.

"Your Excellency!"

Xu Chao wanted to stop Wang Cheng, the black light was blind, there were many crises around, and it would definitely be dangerous for Wang Cheng to chase after him.

Wang Cheng didn't reply: "You stay in the tent and don't walk around, I'll go back when I go!" ”

At night.

A cow-like weasel was running fast, with a man in its mouth.

Later, Wang Cheng chased after him, and his body method "Getaway" had been used to the limit, and he had already achieved nine flashes in one step, but his speed was still not as fast as that of a weasel.

If it weren't for the fact that the weasel still had a person in his mouth, he would have been thrown off long ago.

"It can't go on like this!"

Wang Cheng realized that if he didn't want to come up with a countermeasure, he would soon be thrown off.

With a thought, a flying sword flew out of his chest, and then his mind poured into it like a tidal wave.

I saw a bright light flash, and the flying sword with chopsticks disappeared in an instant, as if it had pierced the void, and suddenly appeared behind the weasel twenty meters away.

Although the weasel's perception is far beyond that of humans, it doesn't have eyes behind it after all, and it is in the night, so it has no time to dodge, and the flying sword has already shot on its ass.

The flying sword with chopsticks sank in its entirety, and the pain made it howl on the spot.

And as soon as its mouth loosened, the person who was holding it finally escaped from the mouth of the big demon.

Wang Cheng didn't have time to care about his injuries, so he dropped the sentence "You go back first", and he continued to chase after him.

Because both of his flying swords were inside the weasel, he had to take them back.

The weasel was hit by two swords, and after running for several hundred meters in a row, he was finally overwhelmed and his speed slowed down.

Wang Cheng seized the opportunity, and another flying sword shot out, and this sword hit it directly on one of its thighs.

The weasel screamed in pain, and his speed decreased a lot, and he saw that Wang Cheng was about to catch up.

"Poof!"

A fart sound, and a puff of yellow smoke emanating from behind the weasel's butt.

It's thick and smelly.

Wang Cheng immediately closed his mouth and nose, but his sense of smell was too sensitive, and he still smelled a little.

The sour smell almost stunned him, and he vomited on the spot, until he spit out the yellow water.

When I came back to my senses, there was still a weasel in front of me, and it had long since disappeared.

Wang Cheng sniffed lightly, he was already much better, but he couldn't hold back a burst of vomiting.

It is said that geese have left a voice, people have left a name, and the weasel has left a bunch of fart smell after that.

Resisting the urge to vomit, Wang Cheng chased after the smell of fart.

It was only after chasing from Pheasant Ridge to the outermost hill that he found the weasel again.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and a man slowly stepped out from behind the weasel.

The man was tall, two meters tall, wearing a black iron armor with an iron helmet on his head, and the sound of armor striking with every step he took.

Because this person had a mask on his face, Wang Cheng couldn't see his true face clearly, even if he used his mental power.

What is certain is that this person is a man, and he is extremely strong, because his telekinesis cannot see through his reality at all.

Seeing the weasel following him closely, the weasel dared to attack and kill them under the pressure of the demon king's breath, it must be because of this person's backing.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Wang Cheng said in a deep voice.

The black-armored man didn't say a word, but the person disappeared in place in an instant and appeared in front of Wang Cheng.

A fist was rapidly enlarged in front of his eyes!

Wang Cheng really didn't expect this person to start fighting without saying a word, just like himself!

He quickly crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the next moment, as if he had been hit by a speeding car, he flew upside down.

What a strong force!

Wang Cheng was in mid-air, his two arms seemed to be broken, and this person's strength was not below him.

"Boom!"

The ground exploded, and the black-armored man didn't give Wang Cheng the slightest chance to breathe, and before he could hit the ground, he killed him again.

Wang Cheng controlled his body, spinning in the air like a spinning top, narrowly avoiding the opponent's fist and falling to the ground.

However, just as his feet hit the ground, a black shadow slammed into his back.

His throat was sweet, and the man flew out.

The weasel shook its head humanely, as if it had hurt from the bump just now.

Wang Cheng lay on the ground, as if his bones were falling apart, and the weasel's blow was not under Xiao Cheng Wuzong.

"Boom!!"

At this moment, the black-armored man jumped up from the ground, then fell from the air, and stepped on Wang Cheng's head, trying to trample him to death.

"Whoosh!"

The weasel struck from behind at the same time, opening its "bloody mouth" and biting him on the leg to prevent him from escaping.

One person and one demon, at this moment, they are perfectly matched.

Seeing that both sides were about to hit Wang Cheng, a dazzling thunderbolt suddenly erupted from him.

I saw the edict in front of him, and with a loud shout, a thunderbolt slashed out.

"Boom!!"

The black-armored man and the weasel didn't react at all, and the lightning struck them.

This thunderbolt is the nemesis of the monster and the monster, and after the weasel is hit, it howls in pain.

It ran away frantically, but the thunderbolt chased after it like a cat meets a mouse.

After a while, the smell of burnt fur mixed with the smell of meat wafted out.

The weasel was covered in black smoke and collapsed on the ground, his limbs twitching from time to time.

The black-armored man was also covered in smoke, and the man was lying on the ground like a zombie, motionless.

Wang Cheng had already expected that the edict would be very powerful after absorbing the heavenly thunder, but he didn't expect it to be so big, and it was just one blow to deal with the black-armored man and the weasel.

He cautiously walked up to the black-armored man, his mind enveloping him.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he squatted down to remove the mask from the black-armored man's face.

It was a face without the slightest trace of blood, with no sparkle in its eyes, and it was evident that it had been dead for a long time.

"It's a dried corpse!"

Based on experience, Wang Cheng deduced that the formation time of this dried corpse was at least ten years.

"No wonder!"

He knew in his heart that his previous mental power could not find out the details of this person, just imagine a corpse that has been dead for more than ten years, how can it be possible to see the depth?

But here's the problem!

The dried corpse is not a zombie, it has long lost its vitality, and it is impossible to attack people on its own.

The only explanation is that it was secretly manipulated!

His intuition told him that people were more likely.

Because there are very few demon beasts to manipulate human corpses, and even if they do, they control living people more.

On the contrary, some evil cultivators among human beings often manipulate some corpses to help them do things, such as the puppet technique recorded in the Martial Arts Pavilion, the Soul Transfer Dafa, etc.

"Who is secretly manipulating this?"

Wang Cheng felt that he was being targeted, and someone secretly wanted to kill him.

This is the third time since he entered the Valley of the Dead that someone has secretly attacked him!

Wang Cheng suddenly remembered something, his figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the weasel.

This weasel's vitality is really tenacious, he was hit by three flying swords, and was struck by lightning again, but he didn't die immediately.

Wang Cheng's heart moved, and his mental power turned into a tentacle, which sank into the weasel's head, and pulled out his soul.

This is a soul that is already equivalent to the cultivation of human beings in the out-of-body period, but after being struck by the lightning just now, the mental power cultivation has been greatly reduced, so it has been devoured by the soul devouring bead before it has time to struggle.

Suddenly, Wang Cheng had some more memories in his mind.

These memories are entirely from the visual perspective of a weasel, recording the moment from the time it had memories to the moment before it died.

Wang Cheng couldn't help but be a little happy, because a lot of this weasel's memory was about this place.

If the Hochuls only provided him with a map, then the weasel's memory is undoubtedly a guide, explaining it all.

Especially the Death Swamp, because the weasels have always lived nearby, and the knowledge of the Death Swamp is far greater than that of the Hochuls.

"Huh?"

Wang Cheng suddenly changed color, and the weasel still had Qinglong in his memory, but it was not a good thing.

As far as the weasels knew, the Qinglong group of eighty or ninety people had encountered great obstacles when they passed through the Death Swamp, even if they had the Martial Emperor Strong Forbidden Weapon in their hands, they had suffered heavy casualties.

Poisonous miasma, swamps, poisonous insects, these things are invincible, even more terrifying than the big demon and the demon king.

In the absence of a safe line, fifty or sixty people died in just a few miles, either poisoned or bitten, or they were stuck in the swamp and could not get up again.

Wang Cheng's heart was heavy, and he skipped these, and he fixed the memory of the weasel on this night.

Sure enough, not long ago, the black-armored man found the weasel, cast a spell on it, and manipulated it to attack and kill them at Pheasant Ridge, or rather, lure him out.

And that's what just happened.

However, Wang Cheng still had no way to determine the identity of the person who made the secret move.

Being able to manipulate a dried corpse with a spell similar to puppetry, and then cast a spell on a big demon, the cultivation of the person who made the attack must be unfathomable.

But it shouldn't be very difficult for such a person to kill him, why do you still engage in these vain brains?

Wang Cheng couldn't figure it out.

He kept it in his mind, and then withdrew the three flying swords from the weasel's body.

At the same time, it devoured the soul of a great demon, and the Soul Devouring Bead transformed it into mental power and fed back again.

His mental power cultivation continued to improve, but this time he failed to break through again, although his cultivation had increased, it was still the peak of the Imperial Realm.

Wang Cheng knew that he had encountered a realm barrier again, and the peak of the Imperial Realm and the Out-of-Body Realm seemed to be not much different, but in fact, there was a chasm.

If you want to break through, in addition to accumulating a lot of mental power, you also need certain opportunities and perceptions.

To his surprise, from the time he entered the Valley of the Dead to the present, he had taken elixir and devoured the Great Demon Soul, but he still failed to activate the fifth skill of the Soul Devouring Bead.

What exactly is this fifth skill?

I couldn't open up so many chances!

With a hint of doubt, Wang Cheng quickly hurried back to the camp.

Somewhere in the woods.

A man sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and breathing long, entering a deep level of practice.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and there was a lot of anger in them.

"Such a domineering heavenly thunder breath, this son has a thunder dao magic weapon in his hand?"

His face was gloomy.

How long is this time?

In the first place, something like an ant had such strength, and after a while, wouldn't he be able to kill it again?

He got up slowly, he couldn't delay any longer, this time he had to do it himself!