Chapter 449 Dust to dust, dust to dust

Surrounded by mist, a large ship rushed forward like an arrow from the string, breaking through the sea water and cutting through the mist, rampage.

But as time passed, the hearts of the cultivators were half cooled, and even Li Yi lowered his face, squinted his eyes, and the essence flickered continuously.

It's really weird, if it was an ordinary mist, it should have rushed out a long time ago, but now it is still in the mist, and it has to make the hearts of the cultivators feel cold, and a strange atmosphere gradually spreads, enveloping the hearts of the cultivators.

"What the is this, I don't believe in it." A realm cultivator finally couldn't hold back his restlessness, pinched the trick with a cold face, punched out one by one, printed in the void, turned into an eagle, spread his wings, and the wind immediately howled.

The monk stood at the bow of the boat, swam with both hands, and imprinted his divine sense on the eagle, and as soon as he pointed to the fog ahead, he saw the eagle spread its wings violently, struck the sky, broke through the fog, and rushed out.

Seeing this, the rest of the monks looked nervous, and they naturally understood the meaning of the monk's doing, to find out what was in the mist, and even more so to find out why the mist existed.

But Li Yi's face full of flesh sank quietly, in this case, it is absolutely impossible to make a rash move, once there is really any powerful existence in the mist, this approach is undoubtedly self-defeating.

The monk who shot the "......" immediately showed a look of horror and fear, as well as a deep look of remorse, he obviously saw something through the eagle and wanted to speak, but he only said a word, and he exploded and died, blood spilled on the deck, and everyone was shocked.

A generation of realm powerhouses died so strangely, and for a while, a coolness filled the hearts of all cultivators, and they all showed shock.

He ...... What he wanted to say would be...... Ghost ship? Although he only heard one word clearly, it did not affect the guesses of the cultivators, and one of the monks said in a trembling voice, his face a little pale.

At this moment, all the cultivators were silent, even Li Yi had a solemn face, his expression was very ugly, he had naturally heard of the name of the ghost ship, but he didn't expect that he would be so lucky to meet the ghost ship.

Although the monk hadn't finished speaking, in connection with the situation at this moment, Li Yi had already determined that Mi Wu Xing might really be related to the ghost ship.

Suddenly, a shadow of a ship came into the eyes of the cultivators, and before they could react, the entire hull of the ship trembled violently, only to see a huge warship, colliding with the big ship they were on.

It's just that the force of this collision is not very strong, and the hull of the ship just shook and did not suffer major damage, but when the cultivators saw the huge battleship in front of them, their faces were as pale as paper.

The battleship was close to the bow of the cultivators, and at a glance, a compelling aura came to the face, the battleship was very majestic and magnificent, and at a glance, it was clear that this was the top battleship, even if it was a holy venerable, he would not want to destroy it.

On the battleship, on the raised white sails, there was a clear pattern, it was a wolf with fangs and green eyes.

On the deck of the battleship, there stood a famous monk, with long ears, green eyes, and a burly and majestic body, a group of gods and demons.

There were only a few hundred, but it gave people a strong sense of oppression, as if they were facing an army of millions of monks.

Looking ahead, Li Yi and the others' faces were as pale as paper, but what really frightened them was the man sitting on the top of the battleship's cabin.

The man was dressed in a green robe, hunting in the sea breeze, with sharp ears and dark green eyes.

Looking at all this, Li Yi frowned quietly, he could feel that the monk on the battleship had completely lost his vitality, his aura was completely gone, and what was emitted was an extremely cold aura, and his eyes were empty and godless, full of dead silence.

"Yin corpse!" With a look of surprise on his face, Li Yi said that the state of those monks was a yin corpse.

The Yin Corpse is different from the Demon Corpse and the Zombie, the latter two can be transformed into a zombie body, and can be promoted to a spirit thing, which is a new life form, while the former has no feeling at all, once it becomes a Yin corpse, it will be a Yin corpse forever.

"Yin corpse? How is this possible?! An old man looked frightened and incredulous, obviously having some understanding of the so-called Yin Corps, "Impossible, absolutely impossible, only in the burial ground of immortals and gods, can a Yin corpse be bred, but in the Immortal Continent, there is no such place at all." ”

Hearing this, Li Yi smiled bitterly, although he didn't want to believe that what he met was a yin corpse, but he had to admit that it was a yin corpse.

Suddenly, another monk exclaimed: "I remember, it has been recorded in my clan that Zhonghai is a spiritual land, and it has the ability to communicate with another realm, and there is indeed no place in the fairy continent that can create yin corpses, but in the so-called other realm, who dares to guarantee that there is none?" ”

Time passed breath by breath, and the cultivators kept retreating, away from the bow of the ship, concentrating on vigilance, ready to deal with the assault of the Yin corpse at any time.

With a gloomy face, Li Yi stared ahead, constantly thinking of ways to get out of trouble one by one, but in the end, he could only shake his head, and he suddenly found that no matter what method he used, it was difficult to escape.

But no one knows that he, Li Yi, is not only an ordinary monk, but also an onmyoji, which can be regarded as fate and heaven and earth, and this is the foundation of his ability to be safe and sound for many years.

At this moment, Li Yizheng was making calculations in an imperceptible way, his left hand hidden in the sleeve was constantly pinching, and a mysterious light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, the hundreds of Yin corpses on the battleship suddenly moved, took a big stride, stepped out of the battleship, and came to the big ship where Li Yi and the others were.

The formation of guarding the big ship can't help but step on these yin corpses, and they will disappear in an instant, and every step of the yin corpse is spreading, and the breath is compelling and powerful.

The powerful Yin corpse slowly raised the butcher knife, it was impossible for the cultivators to stand and wait for death, there were already some monks who rushed out in front of them, even if they died, they had to fight.

Die, and die on the way to the charge!

Some monks rushed forward, and some monks chose to flee, rushing out of the big ship without hesitation and into the mist.

But a moment later, there were bursts of terrible screams from within the mist, full of fear and fear, and the hearts of the twenty or so monks who were fighting with the Yin Corpse were furious.

These Yin Corpses are really strong, any one of them has the combat power of the peak of the Transformation Realm, and there is no pain, it is simply the most perfect killing machine.

At this moment, all the cultivators finally saw Li Yi's strength, his attack was ruthless and sharp, and he could outline the Dao rules by raising his hand, and his cultivation had reached the perfection of the Transformation Realm, and he was a strong man who was about to break into the Holy Venerable Realm.

But as strong as him, in the face of this group of yin corpses, he still seems a little powerless, one he can deal with, and two can also deal with it, but at this moment it is not one or two, but a group!

A wound was cut in his chest by a big knife, and blood immediately overflowed, Li Yi's face turned pale for a while, and he staggered back a few steps.

On the deck, there was a smell of blood, and all kinds of streamers appeared, covered with magical powers, like a big explosion, which was very terrifying.

Suddenly, Li Yi's face was excited, he calculated the way to live, and suddenly looked up and swept around, only to see the monks who were still fighting, plus himself, there were only seven people left.

"Wolves, who knows what wolves represent?!" Li Yi opened his mouth and yelled, his voice was hysterical, but he saw that the other six monks all shook their heads, and then he changed his words, "Among you, there is someone named Chu Fan." ”

The other six shook their heads again, not understanding why Li Yi was asking these things at this time of life and death.

"Impossible, impossible, in the calculation, there must be someone named Chu Fan on the ship, only in him, there is a glimmer of hope for survival." Li Yi muttered, trying to make memories, for fear of missing something.

Suddenly, Li Yi's eyes lit up, he gritted his teeth violently, and shouted to the other six people: "Retreat, retreat to the corner." ”

After saying that, he jerked away and ran towards the corner of the deck, and the other six monks chose to believe Li Yi although they were puzzled.

In the corner, there is an old man huddled, and this old man is Li Yi's last hope, since there is no person named Chu Fan among him and the other six monks, it can be inferred that there is this person on the boat, so he will suddenly think of the old man who has been sitting in the corner.

When he came to the corner, he saw that the red-haired old man was still curled up and did not move, Li Yixin was ruthless, knelt directly on his knees, hugged his fists and said: "Ask the seniors to help, save my life." ”

Seeing this, the other six monks were shocked, their eyes also lit up, and they suddenly understood Li Yi's intentions, and the six of them hurriedly knelt down, their faces full of pleading, imitating Li Yi, and hugged their fists at the red-haired old man and said: "Ask the seniors to help, save my life." ”

Forced to helpless, several people can only put their hopes on the red-haired old man, you know, they are all strong people, if it is not for the danger of their own lives at this time, they will definitely not kneel to an old man.

It's just that the red-haired old man still didn't move, curled up there, as if he hadn't heard the pleas of Li Yi and the others.

At the same time, dozens of Yin corpses were pressing, and although their steps were slow, they were constantly approaching the corners.

"Senior, this yin corpse is related to wolves, ask Chu Fan's predecessor to save my life." Li Yi is so smart, calculating and guessing, gritting his teeth, he said this.

He's gambling, betting that his calculations and guesses won't be false!

Hearing this, Chu Fan's lowered head suddenly raised up, he didn't care about the life or death of Li Yi and the others, but he cared about the word wolf.

Even if Li Yi didn't save him, he wouldn't die, so there was no such thing as kindness.

When Chu Fan raised his head, Chen Xing and the others met his eyes full of demons, and suddenly felt a tremor in their souls, and suddenly realized that the feeling given to them by the old man in front of them was even more terrifying than the feeling given to them by the group of yin corpses.

Raising his eyes to look at the slowly approaching Yin corpse, Chu Fan's old body suddenly trembled, his eyes narrowed, and a deep light flashed.

"Wolves ......" Chu Fan slowly stood up, his old body looked a little rickety, he looked at the group of yin corpses in a complicated manner, and his eyes showed admiration.

This group of yin corpses is the cultivation of the wolf pack, and they are the warriors who fought with Chu Po and the eight generals back then.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust...... Chu Fan took a step, although he didn't know what these warriors had experienced, but they became like this, it must be related to the road ahead, so he Chu Fan had the obligation to let them return to peace, disperse with the wind, and no longer become a walking corpse.