He wasted most of his day's work in order to dig this pit.

The depth of the pit that a cultivator has spent so long digging can be imagined.

And the sound of the ground below him now shook his injured feet to the bitterness.

He Suo's face changed greatly, he screamed, threw down the shovel in his hand and jumped aside, drew the saber at his waist, and looked at the grave vigilantly.

Ling Tiansu smiled and said, "Why, you are a cultivator, and you are still afraid of this kind of thing?"

He Suo swallowed his saliva, looked at the growing movement of He Xiutu's tomb with trepidation, and said with a pale face: "Cultivators are also human beings, as long as they are human beings, they can't get rid of the normalcy of this world, and the years are withering. For these goblin things, under ...... It has always been avoided in the future. I just hope that the old sect master can bury him safely, but don't embarrass the two of us. ”

Ling Tiansu said: "You are so scared, don't you leave?"

He Suo shook his head and said, "Don't go, as a guard of the imperial city, if you face such a ghost thing at this moment, I will flee first." At that time, there will be no trace of him, and it will be the people of the imperial city who will suffer, besides, don't you leave too, Gongzi?"

For this young officer's dedication to duty, Ling Tiansu smiled and did not take over the topic.

Because, on top of that tomb, a simple wooden tombstone had been placed in a certain force, and a small mass of land slowly arched out of a small hill.

Under the numb expression of He Suo's scalp, a hand that was so blue and black broke through the ground.

The hand was dry and without a trace of water, clinging to the bones like withered vine bark, but it gave people a sense of indestructibility.

The five claws of that hand twisted in a strange and exaggerated arc, clasping deep into the earth, and the joints of the bones made a sound like a steel friction plate.

Immediately afterwards, He Xiutu, who had changed into a corpse, broke through the ground and slowly climbed out of the ground, standing there in a distorted posture with his cloak emanating.

The dull and withered grass hair was interspersed with patches of blood-stained soil, and the blue-black face was covered with black silk threads like spider webs under the skin.

A low roar like thick phlegm came out of his throat, and he stared at Ling Tiansu and the two of them with his miserable white pupils.

Ling Tiansu knew that dead people couldn't see at all.

It's just the instinct left in him by the underworld, sensing the vitality of the living.

He Suo's hand holding the knife trembled slightly, clenching his teeth to prevent it from trembling.

Seeing his appearance, Ling Tiansu was a little unbearable, so he said, "You go and stay aside, and I'll handle it here." ”

"How can this work......

Just as he was about to refute, He Xiutu on the other side heard the voice, as if he had been greatly stimulated.

The huge mouth was wide open, the corners of his mouth were almost grinning behind his ears, and a huge roar came out of his mouth that was not at all like that of any beast in this world.

"Roaring !!!"

He Xiutu stretched out two black and blue hands, but his pace was extremely fast and rushed to He Suo.

In the sudden riot, He Xiutu's body turned into an afterimage that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, so that He Suo could not react at all.

I could only watch as the muddy hands came towards his neck.

"!!"

It was the soft sound of the knife coming out of its sheath, and a bright and piercing sword flashed in front of He Suo's eyes, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

The piercing chill on his cheeks somehow made him feel unusually reassured.

"Click!"

Like the sound of metal clanging sounded in front of He Suo, and the two dry and black hands in front of He Suo's neck also almost stopped.

When He Suo opened his eyes, he saw that the young man had once again drawn the short knife that had saved his life.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wings was deeply stuck in He Xiutu's mouth, and the fishy stench that came to his nose made He Suo take two steps back, which emanated from He Xiutu's mouth.

At this time, he realized that He Xiutu's mouth and tongue had turned pitch black, as if he had been poisoned for a long time.

Looking at the terrifying hands that were grabbing indiscriminately, He Suo didn't think about it, and slashed it away, but he was firmly held in his hands.

The blade didn't cut a single point through his palm.

I saw that the blue and black hand squeezed hard, and the saber of extraordinary quality in his hand suddenly collapsed, turning into scrap iron that broke inch by inch.

The look of horror in Hesuo's eyes intensified.

He is a soldier of the Great Jin Dynasty and an official of Rashomon, and the saber on his body is from the Ministry of Soldiers, which is comparable to a medium-grade mystery.

Not to mention that cutting iron is like mud, but killing in the midst of thousands of troops, it is still possible to fight without rolling the blade.

But such a saber was so easily destroyed by a corpse mutant.

How he was not surprised.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but be a little worried about whether that son's weapon would also be bitten to scrap like his knife.

But obviously he was overthinking, Ling Tiansu's double swords, from the Northern Clan, came from the Northern Clan, and their origins were extraordinary, even in the Northern Clan's treasure house, they were rare treasures.

In the dead of winter, Frost Leaf can rely on the master's cultivation to improve its own level.

However, Ling Tiansu's current strength is the peak of soul condensation, and he can exert the power of the high-grade mystical weapon in the cold winter and frost leaves.

The teeth that looked unusually white against the background of the blue and black skin bit on the ice-thin blade.

Except for the strong sparks that came out of the Dao, there was no damage to the blade.

Instead, it was the wisps of frost emitted from the blade of the Frost Leaf that covered his dark face with a layer of cold frost.

Even the low roar in his mouth seemed to be covered by this terrifying cold power.

Ling Tiansu didn't squint and said: "Let you stay aside and don't get in the way, now it's okay, the saber is gone, I said in advance, I won't compensate you for the knife." ”

Under the obvious difference in strength, He Suo felt very embarrassed and embarrassed.

How could he not see that this young man was actually cultivating to the same realm as him, so he didn't dare to get in the way anymore and hurriedly stepped aside.

But in his heart, he secretly wondered where this young man came from.

Looking at such an unrecognizable inhuman face, Ling Tiansu sighed secretly.

A few days ago, I saw that this old sect master He was still high-spirited, and the future appearance of the treasure sword, and he stood with those few peaceful and strong people.

Even if he was later abolished by the Hidden Division of the Phoenix Fall Palace, he did not file his sharpness.

But now he died at the hands of the underworld, and has become this existence that is neither human nor ghostly.

Sighing slightly, Ling Tiansu pulled out the short knife from his mouth forcefully, and the frost blade cut the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace.

The body that had been eroded by the spiritual qi was extremely hard, and it was impossible to destroy this body with ordinary cultivation methods.

And this move obviously angered He Xiutu, the white pupils without pupils turned strangely like dead fish eyes, and the thin claws attacked towards Ling Tiansu's side.

A flash of blue flames ignited the body of the Frostleaf Blade without warning, staining the cold blade with a layer of blue, adding to the coldness.

Ling Tiansu's feet slid lightly, easily avoiding his attacks.

The blue knife slid down, silently between He Xiutu's left arm, but he didn't see what he expected.

Retrospectively, all things are born and restrain each other.

And although the corrosive power of the underworld is stubborn and difficult to come out, it is comparable to the most poisonous thing in the world, but it is also a thing that can be restrained.

However, the Netherworld Tribulation Fire in Ling Tiansu's body happened to be written in the underworld, which could devour the underworld qi on the human body and strengthen itself.

But the frost leaf with the Netherworld Fire attached to it didn't cut off his arm.

Only between his arms, there was a cluster of scorching and jumping blue flames, which could not be extinguished or exuberant.

"What's going on?"

Ling Tiansu asked Su Yi.

"There's nothing to make a fuss about, that kid is so immortal, throw this He Xiutu's corpse into such a gloomy place. This place is a mass grave, and the dead air is extremely heavy, and the dead air in this world is the favorite nourishment of the underworld's dead energy, this He Xiutu's corpse absorbs the dead air here, and naturally becomes tricky, but you kid can handle it. ”

Su Yi replied lazily, and the crisp "click, click" sound was mixed between the words, obviously gnawing on the bamboo again.

Ling Tiansu no longer disturbed its good interest, and the blue flame in his hand was sheng, completely covering the frost leaf's own cold.

The blue flame grew to five feet long, and from a distance, it looked more like a giant sword that emitted blue light.

Under the incineration of the high temperature, countless invisible lonely souls and yin spirits were all wiped out at this moment.

The air of this mass grave was distorted under the burning of this hot flame, and sometimes there was an explosion in the air.

The corpse water under Ling Tiansu's feet began to boil, and the churning blisters exploded, causing the strong stench of the corpse, making the already unpleasant smell of this mass grave even more unbearable.

The corpse oil on dozens of corpses ignited blue flames on their own under the high temperature.

The scorching smell of corpses and the tumbling of corpse water create a thick and eerie smell.

He Suo's face turned pale from the smell, and he trembled and threw up a tree with a crooked neck.

The smell is so damning.

The heat here was accompanied by a foul smell, and the strands of his hair began to dry and curl.

Ling Tiansu stood with a knife in his hand, and the bright blue flames made his face flicker, becoming more and more bewitching and handsome.

He Xiutu's movements froze, and a look of jealousy obviously flashed on his stiff face.

He took two sluggish steps back, only to find that the blue flames burning on the two corpses behind him suddenly skyrocketed.

His clothes were engulfed by tongues of fire, curling up and burning, and the fire suddenly spread like a sea of fire, covering his back.

He Xiutu's face was distorted, and a scream that was not like a human voice came out of his mouth.

The sinuous black lines on his face seemed to come to life, surging towards the bottom of He Xiutu's neck like a low tide.

Between He Xiutu's struggles, Ling Tiansu saw that the black lines on his back were getting darker and thicker, bulging up like blood veins and tendons, like small black snakes swimming behind him.

The black line seemed to be very resistant to the incineration of the blue flame, and the swimming speed became more and more rapid, forming a black pentagram of stars behind He Xiutu.

The moment the formation was formed, it was as if the formation contained an invisible giant mouth, absorbing all the blue flames burning behind it.

The corner of Ling Tiansu's eyes jumped, and it seemed that the black pentagram was the key to the gathering of the dark qi.

His right foot was lifted flat, and his body moved sideways and disappeared.

The next moment, he appeared behind He Xiutu, the frost leaf in his hand was raised high, and the blue Netherworld Tribulation Fire formed a huge blue fire knife, raising the knife and slashing down!

In the center of the black pentagram, a crack suddenly appeared, and the crack slowly opened.

It was a one-eyed eye as black as the abyss!