Chapter 5: Dancing Corpses (2)
Everyone also laughed, only thinking that it was a false alarm, only Fang Ling's face was heavy, the technique of the mechanism was like a tactic, it seemed to be real, it seemed to be false, it seemed to be false, in addition to the exquisite equipment, what was more profound was that it could capture the psychology of human beings, once it was taken lightly, it was easy to fall into the trap of others.
The guards at the front began to clear the stone carvings scattered on the ground, piling them up on both sides to make room in the middle of the avenue.
Seeing that the guards had no problem walking on the avenue, everyone was relieved and walked past these stone carving fragments towards the front, Fang Ling pulled Tulan Motuo and motioned for him to leave the men and horses at the back of the group.
Although Turanmoto didn't know his intentions, he deliberately let the shamans pass first with the trust of Fang Ling.
The shaman thought they were respectful, so he didn't care, so Turansai Khan and the others walked in the front, the shaman was in the middle, and Turanmoto and Fang Ling and others followed behind.
However, just as the person in front of him was about to step out of the stone carving area, the ground suddenly sank downward!
"Not good!" the crowd shouted, and like a flock of frightened birds, they immediately bounced up and fell towards the ground in all directions.
"Sure enough, there is a mechanism!" Fang Ling laughed secretly, because the three of them were at the back of the line, they were closest to the place, and one of them had already fallen to the ground when they got up, and Tulan Motuo and the others also hurriedly fell to the rear, and sighed happily one by one.
The other two groups of people were different, because the whole area collapsed at once, and there was no bottom, and everyone was flying with enough strength, and the people were still in mid-air.
At this moment, suddenly a stream of heaven and earth qi was released wantonly, and black shadows bounced up from the collapsed ground, and suddenly it was a group of witch corpses.
The number of this group of witch corpses is as many as dozens, and each of them is above the Melting Qi Realm, and the witch corpses are wrapped in black armor and hold ancient scimitars, slashing towards the people who are still in the air!
Everyone was taken aback, if some bows and arrows popped out of the collapsed ground, it would be easy to dodge, but it was a group of witch corpses that looked like living creatures, but everyone's mood sank to the bottom.
Without the slightest hesitation, everyone unsheathed their knives one after another, and fought with the flying witch corpse in the air, but there were still people who were slashed by the witch corpse because of their lack of strength in the air, and let out a miserable scream.
When Tulan Motuo saw this, he couldn't help but glance at Fang Ling gratefully, because the number of witch corpses gathered in front of him was obviously much larger.
The place where Fang Ling and the others were standing was not safe, and as soon as the twenty or so witch corpses fell to the ground, they rushed straight over.
Lu Bei roared, jumped over, swept aside, and a magnificent knife qi burst out of the knife body, and several witch corpses either blocked or avoided, approaching the three of them in the most advantageous way.
Fang Ling rushed to the first witch corpse with an arrow step, holding the handle of the knife back, steadily blocking the opponent's knife momentum, and at the same time pressing a palm on the chest of the witch corpse.
As if sensing that Fang Ling was about to release the palm thunder, the witch corpse immediately retreated, Fang Ling grinned, and casually waved a knife qi, forcing him to take a few steps back.
In fact, with Fang Ling's current injury, using a big move like palm thunder will only affect the injury, not to mention that he doesn't need to use complex martial arts at all, as long as he takes the opportunity to get close and press the soul absorbing bead on his forehead, he can forcibly collect the soul.