In the face of such an opponent, Chang Ling, as the only evil 'body cultivator' in the team, must be in front.

Let these zombies and the Yin Golem face off against the group of physically weak Dharma Cultivation Formation cultivators behind them, it would be a unilateral and inhumane culling.

She must protect them and buy them enough time to cast their spells.

The monks took a few steps back, either standing or sitting cross-legged, and began to mumble all sorts of obscure words.

There were also monks who took out a longbow from behind him, turned it into invisible arrows with spiritual power, and constantly pulled the bowstring, and several streams of light shot straight into the surging darkness in front of him.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, and Ling Feng's body method instantly began to operate.

She borrowed strength from the inner wall of the corridor, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Fighting in such an environment, in order to avoid being invaded by all kinds of evil cultivators, she had closed her five senses and sensed the direction of the air flow between the air purely by relying on Ling Feng's body method.

Stepping on the peak of the air flow, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in Chang Ling's hand drew a sharp sword light.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't cut through the bodies of these zombies and puppets.

After losing his essence and blood, Chang Ling's strength was still more or less damaged, at least every time he wanted to hit with all his strength, he still felt powerless.

Unable to strike a blow, Chang Ling quickly changed her position, and a deep pit had been smashed out of the inner wall of the corridor she had rubbed before.

The strength of these zombies and puppets may be a little stronger than she imagined.

The monks behind him also used their own methods, Chang Ling still had to carefully sense the fluctuations of spiritual power, avoid their attacks in time, and constantly step forward to interfere with the progress of these zombies and yin puppets.

For a while, I was in a hurry.

Several times, she watched as the long black nails streaked right in front of her eyes, and the air currents that had brought up the shattered hair beside her cheeks.

She didn't have time to panic, so she had to continue to cheer up, deftly beating between the tall and strong zombies and the puppets.

There are a total of four zombies equivalent to the cultivators of the Condensing God Realm, two Yin Golems with entities, and one should exist in the form of a soul body, Chang Ling's Divine Soul is very restricted, and there is no way to limit him if he can't capture its location.

When she was dodging the attack just now, the sharp pain and resentment that came from Chang Ling Zhihai almost made her unable to support her body, and she suddenly came back to her senses, and in front of her was the sharp nails of zombies.

She hurriedly reminded her companions behind her that if a monk's spirit was affected by an attack while casting a spell or setting up a formation, the possible consequences would be immeasurable.

The more powerful the spell formation, the stronger the backlash it brings.

But she said a little late, and a monk who was reciting a spell rolled his eyes, and blood slowly flowed down his seven orifices.

His corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and the next moment his corpse exploded into pieces of broken flesh all over the ground.

The monks standing beside him were all shocked, their faces were more or less stained with some flesh and blood, which made their bodies tremble slightly.

For a while, the arrangement in their hands stopped, and no one knew if it was them who would be attacked like this at the next moment.

Their pause made Chang Ling bitter.

Previously, with the attacks and interference of various spell formations, Chang Ling could barely contain one or two, everything stopped, and Chang Ling was really struggling to support himself here.

But she couldn't reprimand those people to keep casting spells.

If this continues, perhaps the best way is to retreat to the tomb.

The tense atmosphere between life and death also made those monks sober up a lot, and after they thought about what had happened before, they didn't dare to retreat to the tomb.

If they don't retreat, Chang Ling can't retreat, and he even has to be supported at the front alone.

Perhaps it was the long-term stalemate in the corridor that made the evil cultivators in the outside world a little impatient, and a buzzing sound came from far and near.

"Stand back!" Chang Ling hurriedly spoke.

As she spoke, she threw some talismans forward, and the whole person quickly retreated.

The unknown danger was still insignificant compared to the real danger ahead, and one by one the monks stumbled back and forth.

Chang Ling could have easily rushed to the front due to the physical strength of her body, but in order to protect these monks, she had to slow down her speed and follow behind the team, swinging a few sword lights from time to time, the light flashed, and a piece of insect corpse fell to the ground crackling.

When I walked out, I looked at the source of the light and felt that this road was very short, and I could get out after walking a few steps.

But when fleeing for their lives like this, everyone felt that this road was extraordinarily long.

Chang Ling had to pause a few times and try to slow down the speed of the chasing soldiers behind him, seeing that he had already opened some distance from the monks in front of him, Chang Ling simply threw the Yuan Sacrifice Sword backwards.

The moment the long sword broke away from her hand, Chang Ling's distracted soul attached to the sword body instantly began to control the long sword and constantly fly in mid-air.

A sword is of course more flexible than Chang Ling alone.

Chang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and his steps instantly accelerated, and he was about to catch up with the monks in front of him.

Behind them was the crisp clanging sound of the Abyssal Sword constantly colliding against the bodies of zombies and puppets.

After Chang Ling ran a few steps, a strong sense of pain and dizziness resounded in her mind.

The shadow golem attacked again.

Chang Ling's steps slowed down a little, and all kinds of sharp roars and layers of pictures in the sea of knowledge spread out in front of her eyes again.

She had bitten her lower lip to the ground, and she had not been able to regain consciousness and successfully grasp her body.

She barely held on to the inner wall of the corridor, but she couldn't even stand, and the whole person knelt on the ground at once.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword behind her was still trembling with those zombie puppets, sensing Chang Ling's abnormality, and she couldn't come to her side for a while.

After all, the power of a sword is still limited, and soon a 'fish that slipped through the net' rushed to Chang Ling's side.

Chang Ling's body knelt there in a daze, silently.

The palm of this yin puppet suddenly grabbed Chang Ling's slender neck, and it seemed that as long as he used force, he could twist it off.

The next moment, Chang Ling's eyes opened suddenly.

If that could be called two eyes.

There were no whites of her eyes, her eyes were pitch black, and she was 'staring' at the puppet in front of her.

There was a faint black aura escaping from between her hands that were originally hanging by her side, and she raised her hand violently, but she suddenly pulled down the stiff and cold hands that were pinching her neck.

The huge power required for this is obviously not something that Chang Ling can have today.

The next moment, she swung her fist and smashed it into the puppet one by one.

Each punch smashed the black golem's incomparably hard body into a dent.

One punch after another, the black liquid continued to seep out along the body of the yin puppet, flowing to the ground, making a sizzling corrosive sound, but it was contaminated with Chang Ling's fist, as if it was just ordinary ink.

There is no other role than dyeing.

After the yin blood on this yin puppet's body flowed clean, the original huge body was shriveled and only a blue-purple human skin remained.

Yin puppets have no internal organs, and even bones are just coagulated 'yin blood', and once the liquid under the skin is lost, there is only one skin left.

Chang Ling got up and looked lightly at the zombies and yin puppets who were fighting with the Tongyuan Sacrifice Sword not far away.

Her glancing gaze swept over, and the zombies and puppets involuntarily took a step back.

Whether it is a righteous path monk or a demon cultivator, anyone who sees this scene will probably be speechless in surprise.

Zombies and puppets are tough because they don't have a series of negative emotions such as pain and fear of humans, and it's their instinct to fight constantly, regardless of casualties.

At this time, their movements involuntarily slowed down a little, and their whole bodies couldn't help but tremble.

He was babbling something.

Chang Ling's face did not change and slowly walked towards them.

She walked slowly, but the zombie puppets seemed to be frozen in place, not making any movement.

These zombie yin puppets all have a strong yin qi on their bodies, and after special refining, they also have some black mist on their bodies, Chang Ling stood beside them, and for a while they couldn't tell whether this black mist came from them or from Chang Ling's body.

She didn't make any extra moves, and her fist slammed straight into the zombie's face.

The features on his bluish purple face were suddenly distorted.

Extremely hard and highly poisonous teeth fell to the ground.

Her movements did not stop because of this, as if she had found too many targets around her, and she also raised her legs directly and kicked towards the stiffly standing puppet next to her.

The huge yin puppet flew out violently and smashed straight into the inner wall of the corridor on the side.

With a bang, it seemed that the entire tomb trembled.

The footsteps of the monks who had already run away couldn't help but pause,

One of them said with some concern: "Chang Ling Daoyou, didn't you keep up?"

The rest could only respond with silence.

In ordinary days, they have always thought that they are righteous, noble, and great, so they despise those scattered practices.

But at such a juncture, no one can speak, so let's go back and see.

They had no choice but to move forward, on the path that their companions might have earned for them with their lives.

Because of the twists and turns of the road, they couldn't see Chang Ling's scene when they turned back, but they could still think of Chang Ling's fate in their hearts.

Scattered cultivation with no home and no door, I don't know who to give her some compensation.

That Chang Ling is like an emotionless fist swinging machine, tireless.

With a bit of anger, every zombie or puppet is smashed to pieces.

At the same time, the evil cultivators standing outside the exit were also pale.

Each zombie and puppet was condensed by a lot of effort and luck, and there was a constant connection between zombies and puppets and their spirits.

Naturally, they can sense the current situation of their zombies and puppets.

To a greater or lesser extent, the pain they suffer will also be transferred to the spirit of their master.

These evil cultivators don't feel pain like zombie puppets.

One by one, they were now holding their heads in their hands, their faces were pale, and their throats were constantly screaming fiercely.

The companions who did not attack stood beside them, and their faces were ugly and tight.

They are all monks of the Condensation Realm, and most of the people who can enter the tomb now are also Condensing Realm monks, and the Jindan Realm monks are quite restricted inside, and the probability of starting to attack is also greater, and the probability of dying is higher than that of ordinary Condensing Realm monks.

After a short period of exploration, they barely managed to save their lives, but they really didn't have the courage to go in and explore again.

Unwilling to be satisfied with such an opportunity in front of them, they held such an entrance, ransacked several waves of monks who wanted to enter the tomb, and by the way, they also used the geographical location to surround the monks who wanted to come out.

These days, they have also tasted a lot of sweetness.

Especially standing outside to deal with the monks who want to come out of the tomb, the monks will receive a lot of restrictions in terms of their spirits and souls in the tomb, and they have gone through a lot of hardships to find an exit and want to come out, and their own state is often not very good.

They even used this method to kill a Jindan Realm monk on one occasion.

The harvest made everyone enthusiastic.

But this time, I still encountered hard stubble.

Such a monk can beat those zombie puppets like that in the tomb, and it is not easy to deal with them after they come out?

The evil cultivators, who were still awake, hurriedly summoned their zombie puppets and aimed their claws at their companions who were almost fainting from the pain.

For them, what they refine is their greatest combat power, and since they have lost their ......

Anyway, it will be difficult for them to move an inch in Youzhou in the future, so it is better to get to know them directly here, and by the way, let the harvest fall into the hands of 'their own people'.

Those evil cultivators calmly killed their companions who were still talking and laughing together not long ago.

They were quite familiar with finding all kinds of talisman pills from the hidden places on those people's bodies, and unceremoniously put them in their arms.

Then they didn't even look at the mangled corpses, and hurried away.

Youzhou is so big, and it is not so easy for the powerful who came out of the tomb to find them.

After Chang Ling smashed the head of the last zombie, the black in the eyes of the whole person gradually faded, and after a moment of confusion, her eyes slowly closed again, and her body softened suddenly, and she fell unconsciously in the middle of a piece of fishy and dirty blood corpse.

The faint black qi that lingered around her blocked the damage that these yin blood brought to her.