The Qiang is a corpse clan, and its origin may be traced back to the Drought Fish.

But similar to the Drought Shark and the Little Drought Shark, this Shark is just a large group, and the legendary True Shark has long ceased to exist.

The high priest of Vena once had a treasure called the Honghuang Society Ji Tu, which was pregnant with infinite mountains and rivers in the map.

When she was practicing at the Pure Spirit Terrace, one day the high priest of Vena Shu took Meng Juntong to travel in the map of the Flood Wilderness Society, and asked her to see the beasts of the Flood Wilderness.

At that time, in a dead mountain forest, Meng Juntong saw a golden haired dragon hunting on the cliff.

At that time, the scene scared her enough, the hundred-meter-long divine dragon was actually beaten by the golden retriever's fist, and then lifted the heavenly spirit cover and chewed its brain marrow.

This is also the reason why Meng Juntong recognized the black sly at a glance, it was really impressive.

However, this black fox is obviously not of the same level as the golden retriever that I saw in the map of the Honghuang Society.

Xue Ding's sharp blade was cut out without reservation, and the figure that the black slash had just swooped was directly swept by this blade, but this time there was no blood splattered, and the gorgeous picture of the monster and demon slashing was slashed.

Above the blade, it touched the black fur and let out a piercing golden sound, and at the same time, a large series of sparks splattered in all directions.

Fortunately, although this knife did not kill the black calf, it also slashed it out.

"Let's go!" Meng Juntong exclaimed.

At that moment, everyone cared about nothing else, holding a torch in one hand and a weapon in the other, and ran towards the front with their feet spread.

The movement around grew louder and louder, and finally a familiar figure appeared.

"You see it's the villagers of Heixita Village," someone saw dozens of men dressed in people's costumes rushing towards them in one direction as they fled.

Wei Ling looked around, it seemed that something was intercepting them in every direction, and he gritted his teeth at the moment: "Sudden kill from the direction of the villagers of Heixita Village, those corpse creatures are too flexible, and they are small in size, so they are not easy to fight." With that, the sword began to gallop forward.

Meng Juntong couldn't kill or injure mortals at will, but those villagers were no longer alive, so she calmed down and pulled out the Qingfeng Sword and went out with the two of them.

Whether it was those walking corpse villagers or the corpse creatures on the Yin Soul Ridge, it seemed that their group of people entering the mountain had been blocked from the beginning.

Before he noticed it, this suddenly began to act, and Meng Juntong had a feeling that he was caught in a net.

Xue Ding was still in the lead of the sprint, his blade swinging, each time he was able to bring several heads out of the air, his blade straight forward.

The samurai behind him entered the battle, but they did not have the fear they had before.

After all, these are all the elites of the Yan family carefully selected and cultivated by Yan Fengyi, and once they are put into battle, they are all extremely brave.

The point is that they are facing a humanoid enemy, who has been rolling on the battlefield for a long time, and is always more comfortable with killing.

Xue Ding advanced in front, and the warriors behind also quickly launched a cone-shaped battle formation, quickly killing the fish that slipped through the net on both sides.

Although these villagers were much more agile after being corpsed, they were not afraid of death. But after all, he was just an ordinary person in his lifetime, and his body was far less strong than that of a martial artist, even if he was full of potential, he was a little inadequate in front of a real martial artist.

The key is still the mortal body of the flesh, and this ordinary blade can also cut it.

Of course, the first thing to do to kill these corpse monsters is to decapitate them, otherwise even if their hearts are crushed, they can still stand up again, and the corpses are poisoned to the brain, and only by cutting off their heads can they be able to prevent future troubles.

It's just a moment's effort, and a group of more than ten of them have already gone out a hundred meters alive.

It is unknown how many walking corpse villagers and corpse monsters have fallen under their knives.

Xue is okay, the strong grandmaster has a long breath, and he doesn't feel tired, but the hegemony sword is dyed with blood, which is quite a bit of a taste of becoming more and more brave the more he fights.

But these warriors behind him, although they entered the martial arts, their realm was still low, and they were rushing to kill along the way, and the high-intensity combat and mental pressure made their physical strength soon a little unable to supply.

Meng Juntong constantly had to observe the direction around him along the way, it stands to reason that they have more than a dozen torches stained with black dog blood to open the way, and they shouldn't encounter such a thing as a ghost hitting a wall.

But she felt that the more she walked, the more wrong it became, the 100-meter rush did kill a lot of corpses, but looking back, the scenery around them didn't seem to be much different.

If everything looks the same in the mountains, but the terrain should always change somewhat, at least the same strange rocks should not be repeated frequently.

Meng Juntong felt uneasy in his heart and reminded aloud: "Brother Xue, we seem to be in a difficult formation, we have to stop." ”

"Stop, how do you stop!" Wei Ling picked up the head of a strange monkey with a sword, and turned his head to look behind: "That black fox is still chasing us." ”

Xue Ding slashed out a knife and swept away all the corpse creatures within five steps in front of him: "Hand over to me, and the rest of you will form a formation on the spot to protect Meng Juntong." After saying that, he took a little shape, and swept directly in the opposite direction.

Wei Ling sighed, it's just that these martial artists really don't know how to deal with these ghosts and ghosts, and now that Meng Juntong said so, they have to do what she says.

Wei Ling ordered the formation of a circular spirit array, protecting Meng Juntong in the middle, and more than a dozen people continued to rotate slowly and operate the formation.

Wei Ling stood beside Meng Juntong: "If you have any means, use them quickly, I don't know how long you can block this." ”

Not far away, the roar of the black sand came, followed by Xue Ding's angry shouts, and the fierce fighting between the two sides, obviously Xue Ding's side had already exchanged hands with the black sling.

Meng Juntong no longer hesitated, and immediately crossed his knees and formed a magic seal in front of him.

The most important thing now is to find the sinister position of this Yin Soul Ridge, which is where the drought is now.

Not to mention that I can't beat it now, I haven't seen that the opponent has already consumed half of his life, which is really too aggrieved.

The current situation is much worse than Meng Juntong expected, more than a dozen Burning Sun Torches can't light up this gloomy fog.

"Give me a little clarity and openness, my spiritual eyes can understand the eight directions, the Taishang Dao Ancestor Zhenjun borrowed the law, and he was as anxious as a law!" With a decree out, the Dharma seal in front of Meng Juntong flickered and disappeared, and at the same time, there was a faint clear light in her eyes.

Get up and see the Quartet again, but the vanity has been eliminated, and the light has reappeared, which is the Taoist Heavenly Eye Method.

Looking at the northwest, seeing a cloud of purple, red and black barriers, Meng Juntong stretched out his hand and pointed: "The drought is there, let's go over." ”