The soul of the black zombie is very hard, and the resentment is full of resentment in Li Xiaoyi's mind, and he keeps venting.

The weight of resentment, like the cold winter wax moon, makes people feel very uncomfortable.

To be honest, Li Xiaoyi was very reluctant to read the memories of the Yin Spirit.

Emotions of anger, sadness, loss, timidity, disappointment, disgust, jealousy, despair, and resentment haunt your mind throughout the day.

People will have a temporary emptiness, a wave of disgust for life, often complaining about the sky, and the urge to kill people when they see them, always lingering.

Still had to be like this, Li Xiaoyi sighed, absorbing the last wisp of black gas in the Sifang Treasure Mirror, and tragic scenes followed.

White Bone Mountain, the land he was extremely familiar with, corpses were everywhere, he saw him, the body of the black-faced zombie, at this moment, he was shaking with cold hands and feet.

His emotions were filled with fear of death, as well as his helplessness and confusion.

In the full picture, countless zombies with black faces and fangs and monks killed each other. Limbs, flesh and blood, flew all over the sky, spraying bright red on the damp earth.

He began to flee, as if he knew each other, pulling him with him, who was shaken by fear.

Li Xiaoyi finally saw that the hand holding him was a woman.

A peace of mind that he had never felt before quickly calmed down, grabbed her with his backhand, and quickly hid in a dark cave.

Li Xiaoyi's face began to turn strange, this is the place where he once lived.

The two of them carefully hid in the cave, not daring to make a sound, and looked in horror at the countless zombies, passing quickly past the entrance of the cave.

Until they saw a man standing up from the pile of dead people, the woman's eyes were wide open, but there was a look of surprise on her face.

He also saw the man, but it was their master.

The woman wanted to shout, but he covered her mouth tightly, because their master didn't seem to be quite right, the flesh and blood on his neck were blurred, and there was a black gas on his body.

Eventually, the woman broke free from his restraints and cried out, and he became nervous, the man closing in on them.

Gradually, the woman seemed to notice that something was wrong, and saw his red eyes like blood, and also saw his black fangs, and the nails on his hands were constantly growing, bent like iron hooks.

Both of them began to panic, their master had already entered the entrance of the cave, and his right hand holding the sword was trembling a little.

The woman gritted her teeth and said something to him, but there was no sound in the picture, and Li Xiaoyi could only speculate.

Let's go to the ...... That's probably what it means.

He nodded resolutely, and just as he was about to fight hard, a huge force suddenly came from his back, so that he didn't have time to react before he flew out.

The next moment, his body was tightly grasped by the hand that looked like an iron hook, and he was carried in the air.

He looked at his master with horror in his eyes, opened his hideous mouth full of fangs, and bit him down on the neck.

At that moment, the blood in the whole body was drained by an irresistible suction.

His consciousness began to blur, his limbs twitching in midair, and just as he was about to be swallowed up in darkness, he saw her.

Just beside him, he left quietly.

He laughed silently, his soul filled with endless anger and twist......

It turned out to be like this, leaning weakly on the back of the chair, Li Xiaoyi raised his head and closed his eyes, while relieving this gloomy emotion, while thinking about everything he had just seen.

It really looked like a terrible plague, and Li Xiaoyi couldn't help but shudder.

The bottom of the dungeon of the Shushan Sword Sect.

The real people of the Enlightenment World are in front, the neon of the Forgetting Worries Sect is behind, and the heads of the other sects are close behind.

When he arrived at the door of a cell, Wushi Zhenren stood still with his hands behind his back, and Wushi Zhenren led a group of inner door elders, who were also here.

"Why did the Enlightened Daoist bring us here?" asked in a quiet neon voice, unsurprised and unjoyed.

Suddenly there was a scream, and a silver-faced and fanged zombie face protruded from the fine iron guardrail of the prison, and the neon did not retreat but advanced, approaching the face, and said in surprise: "Silver armor corpse?"

The rest of the heads of the sect also showed surprise, and Mr. Miao Ke of the Dayan Sect laughed: "Enlightened Daoyou, are you revealing our wealth to us?"

"Mr. Miaoke is really joking, who in the world doesn't know that Mr. You can count all the things in the world, and now that the cultivation realm is in great difficulty, it is impossible for Mr. Miaoke not to know, right?"

After the comprehension eyes narrowed, the rest of the sects had to teach the real people, with different faces, and Dao Lin pursed his lips and did not speak.

Haha, Miao Ke reached out to help his beard, but he didn't speak, looking unfathomable.

"You don't have to guess, the silver-armored corpse in front of you is an elder from the inner gate of my sect, and he was injured in the White Bone Mountain, so he became like this. ”

"The formation of the silver armor corpse, not to mention the years, is the feng shui level, and the requirements are also extremely harsh, don't you say it?"

"Do you think the Shushan Sword Sect will joke with the life of an elder in the sect?"

"It is rumored that Wuchen Daoyou is also injured in the White Bone Mountain, I don't know if it's true or not?" Yun Ye Zhenren suddenly spoke.

Enlightenment and Wushi glanced at each other, and Wushi looked at Yunye Zhenren: "This is true, Senior Brother Wuchen, he was indeed injured in the White Bone Mountain." ”

Saying that, Wushi Zhenren looked at the thunder old man on the side, and the latter's face was gloomy like water: "Including the junior brother of the deity, he is also on the White Bone Mountain now, and his whereabouts are unknown!"

This time no one spoke, and the scene suddenly fell silent, except for the silver-armored corpse in the iron prison, staring fiercely, walking around the cell restlessly.

"What the hell is going on on the Mountain of Bones?" Neon couldn't help but ask.

"It's a long story...... "The eyes of the true people of the world finally fell on the Dao Lin who was standing on the very edge.

The latter's face was as usual, when Wushi said that Kunlun and Shushan had discovered the underground mountain stream.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Dao Lin, and Dao Lin also nodded in acknowledgement at this time.

It has been said that Wuchen explored the bottom of the White Bone Mountain with a single sword, encountered a strong enemy, and finally had to say that he sent it to the Flying Sword of the Zongmen to pass the book, which led to the fact that later, the Shushan Sword Sect surrounded the White Bone Mountain.

But what is unexpected is that the White Bone Mountain is like a demon cave hidden in the world.

Not to mention the masters, a mysterious woman who made the last shot, her cultivation is so high, she is really the only one to see in the life of the real world.

The master of the Heavenly Desolate Gate, Jun Hao also interjected at this time to confirm the statement of the true person of the world.

The three great tribulation true people of the Shushan Sword Sect, together with the Flame Old Dao, as well as countless True Pill Elders, also had to abandon their armor and flee in the wilderness.

Everyone was silent, but Wushi Zhenren continued: "This is not the most serious, presumably on the way to the Shushan Sword Sect, you have all encountered black-faced zombies more or less, right?"

If everyone doesn't speak, it means that they acquiesce, and a sneer appeared on the corner of Wushi Zhenren's mouth: "As long as you are injured by a black-faced zombie, you will become like this." ”

"Not only that, according to the different cultivations, the form of the zombie will also be different, this elder in the iron prison is only one line away from the real person who robbed the law, and it can also be said that he is about to become a real person who robs the law. ”

There was a hint of regret in the voice of the comprehension, but everyone was in a complicated mood when they heard it, and Dao Lin breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart.

The Shushan Sword Sect of the four robbing real people should be such a terrifying existence.

In the room, Li Xiaoyi's body was covered with bursts of seven-colored halos, the ghost head ring in the Dan's abdomen, and the moon in the well kept turning around the Nirvana Orb.

The process of refining continued, until the last trace of seven-colored spiritual light completely penetrated into the ghost head ring, Li Xiaoyi opened his mouth slightly, and the ghost head ring had already fallen into his hand.

And in the moment of his thoughts, a dark cyan grimace with a golden helmet on his head and fangs appeared in front of Li Xiaoyi.

Looking at the fear it conveyed from his heart, there was no longer the previous mania and restlessness, Li Xiaoyi was very satisfied and put it away again.

The only regrettable thing is that the memory of this ghost head is actually empty.

It is indeed as Murong Yunyan said, it is indeed a little impossible to learn about the underworld hell from it.

The restraint of the Nirvana Orb towards ghosts has reached the extreme, even if you are an ancient murderous spirit.

He also took the moon in the well in his hand, the knife body that was as light as the silver moon, glowing with a little ghostly light, originally thought that after the refining of the Nirvana Orb, this knife would be different.

Which knife is like a gluttony that can never be filled, no matter how many seven-colored rays of light pour in, there is no response.

With a sigh and inserting the knife into his waist, Li Xiaoyi leaned lazily on the chair, slowly recovering, because of the divine consciousness consumed by refining the magic weapon.

There was a knock on the door suddenly, and Li Xiaoyi got up and opened the door in confusion, but what he saw was Zhang Sheng's expressionless dead face.

"Something?" asked Li Xiaoyi

Since going down Kunlun Mountain, Li Xiaoyi has almost no intersection with these Kunlunmen people throughout the whole process, and it is inevitable that it will be a little strange to see him at this time.

"The battle schedule of the Sword Interview Club has come down. Zhang Sheng's answer was very blunt.

"Then let's go check it out. Li Xiaoyi said expressionlessly, and left as soon as he started, Zhang Sheng followed behind.

Kunlun and his party lived in a separate courtyard, and they barely lived open, because of Li Xiaoyi's special identity and Chen Yueling's female identity, they had a single room.

On the wall of the courtyard, a comparison table was indeed pasted, and the disciples of each sect were almost completely out of order, and Li Xiaoyi found his name at the bottom.

It indicates that the ring where you are going to, there is a "nine", that is, the ninth ring?

Let's look at the names of the opponents, Tianshu Sect, Han Cheng.

"He is a disciple of a medium-sized sect, and in recent years he has become more famous among the new generation of disciples. ”

Li Xiaoyi turned his head to look at Chen Yueling beside him, and found that Zhang Sheng was actually looking at him, turned around with his back and said "oh", and went back to the room alone.

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