The sparks crackled and bounced, and the branches with dried flesh were swept to the ground and inserted into the mud, Zuo Zhengyang wiped his lips full of stubble, and dragged his cloak to get up.

In the mist-covered forest opposite, an old man in ragged clothes stood motionless, only a little face could be seen under the gray and scattered hair, and a strong stench filled the air.

"Corpse stench..... No, it's corpse gas!"

Zuo Zhengyang's eyes sharpened, he reached back and grabbed it, leaning on the two long knives of the tree, one fell into his hand, and the other also flew and hung on his back.

The wind blew through the dark forest, and the fallen leaves rustled past the feet.

In the shadows over there, the corpse-smelling figure slowly raised its head, there was no trace of blood on his face, it was gray and dull, and only the whites of his eyes could be seen when he opened his eyes.

Uh-uh...... Belch.....

His lips opened slightly, revealing his fangs, and streams of corpse qi spread from the corners of his mouth, and his white eyes stared straight at the one-armed man opposite.

"A monastic man..... Hehe....."

Zuo Zhengyang's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly, is this a corpse monster who is still conscious and can speak? However, the moment the thought came to him, the figure on the opposite side stepped heavily on the ground, turning into afterimages and rushing towards him.

Zuo Zhengyang turned around and kicked the body of the tree, and at the same time as the leaves flew down, his body soared and flew into the air, and the gray palm waved from the opposite side, and the fingertips grabbed the tree body, and scraped out four deep marks.

Sawdust splashed, the figure falling in mid-air, the cloak rolled out a 'whoosh' cloth sound, and the next moment it was opened, the long-handled knife poked out, pulled out a round of cold light, and slashed at the back of the corpse monster.

The ragged and dirty old robe, torn by the knife with a hiss, like a butterfly, revealing its thin skin and bones, stumbled against a nearby tree, and the body of the tree was shaken.

Zuo Zhengyang fell to the ground, wielded the knife with one arm, the tip of the knife hung slightly on the ground, and his voice was fierce: "You are a monster, you have a little wisdom, if you can speak, it doesn't hurt to say it!"

"Hehe....."

The fallen leaves fell one after another, and the corpse monster leaning against the body of the tree slowly turned around, and the eyes that were full of whites gradually turned black.

"All the people of the Northland deserve to die...... No one can stop me from recovering ...... The ...... of the homeland"

This corpse monster is Chen Fu who came from the south.

In order to keep the soul consciousness immortal and turn into a corpse demon, along the way, the corpse qi and yin qi began to infect, and the mind became a little unclear, and the only thing that was still clear was the obsession in the heart.

In the hoarse words, the black in the old man's eyes took over.

Zuo Zhengyang's face sank, the slightly hanging tip of the knife slowly lifted, faintly lit up the color of the flame, the swaying bonfire on the side, the flame fell down, a spark floated out, adsorbed the knife surface, boiling oil touched the fire, and the entire knife body was wrapped with a bang.

"Restoration?"

Referring to the old country in the past, Zuo Zhengyang felt a sense of anger in his heart, the emperor was not right, the court was full of smoke and miasma, and the demons took advantage of the weakness to harm the country and the people.

How did he become a person who died in the country! In this regard, Lu Liangsheng rarely mentioned Chen Guo to him in those years.

"That kind of court is immortal, keep it for the New Year?!!"

At the same time as the loud shout sounded in the forest, the old man's gray beard flew without wind, and when he opened it, the corpse gas surged out, and the one-armed figure in front of him, the flame knife in his hand sank into the ground, and the knife turned around, and pulled out a knife, the ground cracked, and the half-round flame extended rapidly.

Flames and corpses collide.

Boom –

It was a huge explosion, the air was distorted by the high temperature, the flames rose to the sky, Zuo Zhengyang had a fire spirit bead to protect his body, the armor and cloak only moved violently in the heat wave of impact, the blade was horizontal, under the light of the fire, he stepped away, and between a few steps, the whole body turned into an afterimage and rushed to the flames, stepped on the ground, shook the burning fallen leaves, jumped into the air, and rushed out of the sea of fire.

Chen Fu opened his teeth and claws and looked around, his eyes were actually invisible, but his sense of hearing, smell, and perception were extremely keen, and in the loud sound of explosions and the crackling sound of burning leaves, he could faintly hear the sound of footsteps and blades breaking through the air.

Belch... Uh-uh.....

His throat let out a low roar, and he subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction from which a different sound came.

The next moment.

The flames that rose into the sky, a figure broke through, and the blade dragged the flames through the sunlight shining through the forest gaps, and slashed down in anger.

Poop!

Flames splattered and flew in all directions.

Like the arm of a withered branch, the blade slashed on it with a piercing sound like striking iron, Chen Fu roared, and with a wave of his arm, he smashed the blade that was knocked on the skin and bones, and the other hand was clawed, grabbing the falling figure.

In an instant, as if everything had slowed down, Zuo Zhengyang's hair was fluttering, staring at the black-eyed and white-bearded corpse monster, his cheek was against the withered hand that the other party caught, and he released the handle of the knife with one arm, and held it back with his backhand, pulled it out, and cut out a cold light obliquely.

Boom!

The blade slashed open, no blood splattered, only a severed arm soared high into the sky.

"Ahhh

The broken arm that fell back in mid-air fell to the ground, crawled with five fingers, bounced and flicked, flew up, jumped on the old man, took advantage of the corpse qi, took the opportunity to escape, and disappeared into the forest.

Zuo Zhengyang waved the sleeves of his robe and used his mana to fan away the corpse qi, and when it dissipated, the corpse monster had long disappeared from his sight.

"What a terrible corpse ....."

glanced at a large tree that had been eroded, and was about to pursue, but suddenly stopped, 'corpse poison .....'

Zuo Zhengyang put the knife aside, sat down on the spot, closed his eyes, used his mana to swim all over his body, forced out some of the corpse qi that he had accidentally sucked in just now, and got up again and pulled out the long knife.

Although this corpse monster is killed, there are still villages in this mountain, and he must be killed to save the ...... Innocent people, there can be no delay.

Thinking so, he put the long knife on his back and held another one in his hand, and chased in the direction of the corpse monster's escape.

Outside the forest, the morning light rises among the clouds, and it is bright and brilliant.

In early autumn, the cicadas are still singing, the mountains are full of hissing, the lush foothills, there are also a few brown and yellow dirt roads intertwined, the fields on the mountainside are reclaimed, the farmers listen to the annoying cicadas, busy harvesting the crops, occasionally the mountain breeze blows, straighten up and take off the straw hat, let yourself cool down.

Behind the acres of fields is a village surrounded by a long fence, and the time is almost noon, and the children in the family jump out and run to the fields to call the adults back to eat, and the playful will rub for a while, picking off the dog's tail grass on the side of the road and throwing it around in their hands.

Whoa—

The branches and leaves of the grove not far away swayed, and a startled bird flew out, flapping its wings and flying away in a hurry, and the child pinching the dog's tail tilted his head, looking curiously at the dim forest, as if he vaguely saw the silhouette of a person squatting inside.

The child glanced at the adults in the field in the distance, and cautiously approached the edge of the forest with his little feet, and the crouching figure was bare-chested, thin and gray, with his head buried as if eating.

The children who grew up in the village were usually bolder, and they were not far from their own village, so they shouted inside:

"Who are you?"

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and the child's eyes narrowed, and he covered it with his hand, and when the wind passed, his eyes looked again, and the figure stood in the shadows facing him, as if he was still carrying a person in his hand......

.......

Wow - Wow Wow -

The crow flew over the mountain, and on the dirt road northwest of the village, a bearded man with a wooden box was looking at the surrounding mountains with a compass in his hand.

"It's strange, the old left's direction is right here. ”

Whoa—

At this time, a group of frightened birds flew through the sky in front of her in a panic, Yan Chixia stared at the compass, the pointer on it was spinning wildly, and she quickly raised her palm and quickly pinched her fingers.

"No, it's a corpse. ”

The compass slipped away the leather bag at his waist, and he pulled his leg and ran wildly in the direction that the frightened bird flew away.