Chapter 47: The Iron Corpse

Zhang Wuji took a few people and cautiously came to the halfway point of Yuanyang Mountain before dark.

Gray-black ground, towering cliffs. Crows that fly by from time to time. There was also a faint black mist, which made Mo Yang a little depressed. This is already within the confines of the Yuanyang Mountain Range. Gu said, this was not the case before, when it was still in the Taiqing sphere of influence, the aura was still relatively abundant, and it was also quite a group of immortal blessed land, but then the Taiqing and the Great Soviet Empire confronted each other here for decades, resulting in the shattering of the spiritual veins, which was quite fierce at the beginning of the war, and the corpses were everywhere, and then the Great Soviet Empire gradually gained the upper hand, and zombies began to appear in the Yuanyang Mountain, which made the original mountain extinct a lot, and various elixirs and spiritual materials were gradually scarce. made this original Futian Cave become as dilapidated as it is now.

Although the elixirs and spiritual materials on this Yuanyang Mountain are becoming scarce day by day, even its unique Yuanyang flowers are gradually becoming scarce, and the original Yanghua that can be seen everywhere in the mountains is now difficult to find.

"Everyone be careful, if you go any further, you will really enter the Yuanyang Mountain Range, and then you are likely to encounter the zombies refined by the Great Su Empire, in this Yuanyang Mountain, zombies are more tricky than demon beasts." Zhang Wuji said solemnly to several people.

As it gradually deepened, the fog became heavier and heavier, and since stepping into the mist, they had turned on their own protective aura, and each released a magic weapon to spin and dance around him.

Monk Wuming's body is full of golden light, and a string of black Buddha beads the size of a zhang slowly shrouds it in golden light, Mo Yang is quite curious about Wuming's high-grade magic weapon, and its momentum is quite good.

Taoist priest Ye Chuang sacrificed the wooden sword behind him, and slowly flew around him, the wooden sword was glowing with bursts of spiritual light, and it was actually a high-grade magic weapon. Mo Yang sighed for a while, who said that the scattered cultivation was very miserable, this monk all had high-grade magic weapons. Come to think of it, Cao Xiu and Zhang Wuji must also be short of high-grade magic weapons.

Indeed, as Mo Yang guessed, Zhang Wuji sacrificed a turtleshell-shaped shield, holding a long sword in his hand, and the flashing aura was a high-grade magic weapon. And Cao Xiu sacrificed a hairpin-shaped high-grade magic weapon, dripping around her.

Seeing this, Mo Yang also did not hesitate to sacrifice the Qiankun Fire Spirit Sword, the pale red firelight, and when it passed through the mist, it also made a sneering sound from time to time.

When Zhang Wuji saw the high-grade magic weapon offered by Mo Yang, a ray of light flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up.

A few people walked slowly. "What's that?" Suddenly, Cao Xiu seemed to see something and said in surprise.

Mo Yang looked in the direction of his finger, but saw a figure flash in the black mist a little farther away.

"Be careful," Zhang Wuji reminded

As soon as Zhang Wuji's words fell, a pitch-black light turned into a sharp arrow towards Cao Xiu.

Cao Xiu was shocked in his heart, reacted instantly, pinched the magic trick in his right hand, and the hairpin magic weapon went up.

There was a "bump" of black light, and it was shattered by the magic weapon.

There was a soft sound in the thick fog, but soon several black rays shot out, but this time they didn't know that they were facing Cao Xiu alone, but towards several people separately.

Seeing this, several people showed their powers.

Zhang Wuji gently threw the long sword in his hand, and with his right hand, the flying sword slashed out a sword qi that smashed the black mang.

Daoist Ye Chuang frowned slightly, and also shot away with a flying sword, and the flying sword carried bursts of lightning to directly disperse the black mang.

And Wuming monk here is the most powerful among several people, Wuming folded his hands and recited a Buddha number lightly, after the left hand was erected on his chest, and his right hand slowly moved forward to play a 10,000-character Buddha seal, suddenly the golden light was sheng, the Buddha sound burst, as soon as the Buddha seal touched the black mang, the black mang dissipated as if it met the nemesis.

Mo Yang's side retreated slightly behind everyone, and the sword in his right hand slashed out a fiery red sword qi, and the black mang dissipated as soon as it came into contact with the sword qi.

Although several people defeated the attack of the comers, because the fog in front of them made it difficult for everyone to see the specific situation behind the fog, they had to be cautious.

"Brother Ye will work hard to calculate, Master Wuming's defense will be handed over to you, Cao Xiu and I will work together to keep an eye on each other, and Mo Daoyou will attack with the two of us." Zhang Wuji said quickly after seeing the attacks of several people scatter the black light that shot out.

When they heard that none of them had an opinion, they went their own way. Ye Chuang pinched the magic trick in his right hand to control the flying sword in the air, and at the same time, with his left hand, he took out a palm-sized turtle shell and six copper coins from the storage bag and began to calculate.

Monk Wuming folded his hands and chanted words in his mouth, and soon the original Buddha beads of the size of Xu Xu suddenly expanded to the size of three or four zhang, enveloping everyone in it, the golden light was sheng, and bursts of Sanskrit sound sounded.

"Qiansan." Suddenly, Ye Chuang's voice sounded.

Zhang Wuji and Cao Xiu immediately moved when they heard this, and each of them sacrificed their magic weapons and shot them in one direction. Seeing this, Mo Yang also did not hesitate to control the magic weapon and followed.

"Bumper" made a few crisp sounds, and the magic weapons of several people seemed to hit the gold and iron.

Mo Yang was slightly startled according to the touch transmitted back by this magic weapon, this blow obviously hit the other party, you must know that although he did not exert his full strength, but the blow of this high-grade magic weapon is also extraordinary, but the touch from the magic weapon clearly told Mo Yang that the other party was unscathed after receiving a blow, and with the attack of Cao Xiu and Zhang Wuji, it can be imagined that the opponent's defense is amazing, if it is blocked by the magic weapon, it is fine, if it is resisted by the body, then the physical end of this person is extremely powerful, but according to the situation at this time, It must be a zombie no less than the foundation of the foundation.

Several people probably knew what the other party was through this blow, and secretly complained in their hearts, although zombies have no intelligence, but the zombies in the foundation building period are still quite tricky for several people.

"Be careful, it may be an iron corpse comparable to that of a foundation building monk." Zhang Wuji's face was heavy, he didn't expect to encounter an iron corpse just after entering the mountain.

In the world of cultivating immortals, zombies correspond to each other according to the realm of the human monks, the qi training period corresponds to the jumping corpse, the foundation corresponds to the iron corpse, the golden pill corresponds to the silver corpse, the yuan infant corresponds to the golden corpse and the primordial god corresponds to the flying corpse.

"Trouble Master Wuming, cast a golden light spell to dispel this fog." Zhang Wuji said to the Wuming monk behind him.

Monk Wuming nodded slightly when he heard this, and suddenly a golden light flew out of his hand, flying into the air, and suddenly the golden light was flourishing, like a small sun, illuminating all the fog in front of several people.

As the golden light shone, the mist quickly dissipated, and a terrible scream was heard in the mist.

Everyone immediately looked at each other. I saw that at this time, a humanoid object in front of me was frantically twisting and trying its best to avoid the golden light. As if sensing something, the iron corpse suddenly turned into a black light and shot away into the distance, and several people looked at each other.