Chang Ling glanced at the people around him, and the two of them rushed towards the source of the sound.

As they got closer, more voices came into their ears.

There were the screams of their companions, and there were strange and terrible roars.

Bypassing the woods, Chang Ling and the others rushed to the source of the sound.

The two monks who were walking in this direction were surrounded by several black shadows at this time, and there were constantly buzzing flying insects around them, and their screams were also due to these black insects.

Chang Ling instantly flew over with the Chixiao Sword, and a sharp sword light slashed away.

The few black shadows that were scratched slowly turned around, they didn't have any exposed skin on their bodies, their faces and hands were wrapped in black strips of cloth, and only a pair of eyes like turquoise fireflies, looking directly at Chang Ling and the others.

"These are stiff people. The person beside Chang Ling said lightly.

He worked hard to take care of the poor knowledge reserve of this Qingzhou casual cultivator beside him.

Chang Ling nodded lightly.

It is difficult for the corpses of ordinary mortals to be condensed into stiffness, unless they are subjected to great evil and cruel means, or directly refined from the body of a monk.

The lowest 'human stiff' that has been refined is also comparable to that of an ordinary Condensing Realm cultivator.

The flying zombie and the immortal zombie that go up have the combat power of the Jindan Realm and the Yuanying Realm monks respectively.

It is worth mentioning that although the stiffness that has been refined by a special method can also be injured, it does not feel pain, and the few senses are fighting instincts.

Once you face the zombie, it is a never-ending battle, facing this monster that never tires and knows no pain.

The arrival of Chang Ling and the others helped the two of them attract the attention of several people stiff, and on average, one person dealt with two stiff people, and they were in a situation where everyone present could solve it with all their efforts.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Chang Ling fiercely rushed towards the person closest to him, and the Chixiao Sword in my hand swayed a series of sharp sword lights.

People don't know how to cast spells, they are more like the physical cultivation of the Condensing Realm, under their strong defensive power, Chang Ling's sword qi hit them, and it actually made a roar of metal colliding.

While Chang Ling rushed towards them, they also ran towards Chang Ling like a cannonball.

Soon, Chang Ling's body collided with a person in mid-air, and the huge impact force raised the dust on the ground, and one person stiffened and retreated rapidly, and then accumulated strength again.

Ling Feng's body technique was launched to the extreme, and Chang Ling keenly dodged between the two stiff people, and from time to time he used the force of one to hit the other.

For a while, it was easy to play.

The rest of the people also sacrificed all kinds of magic weapons, and all kinds of obscure spells were constantly chanted, and all kinds of lights flashed from time to time, which was also very lively.

It is worth mentioning that there is no reward for killing people or puppets, so the monks who are fighting fiercely with these people have divided some of their divine senses to probe the evil cultivators who are manipulating these zombies behind their backs.

The first person to find the traces of those two evil cultivators was Ah Bi.

Chang Ling wore a black suit today, with a crimson cloak on the outside, and Ah Bi was lying in the hood of her cloak, all the fierce battles had nothing to do with it, it just kept caring about not letting the battle stain its soft and beautiful hair.