According to Huang Yan's position, the team turned around and plunged into the woods on the left side of the official road, and He Sifang shouted in front, "Everyone must be careful." ”

Kong Gu was on the back side of the team, and the disciples who led the team were divided into the left and right peripheries, and the injured Wuge disciples were surrounded in the middle, this formation was very attentive.

There wasn't any superfluous conversation, just the sound of rustling footsteps.

And in front of the procession, behind the layers of trees, before the yellow smoke was reached, a red umbrella appeared out of thin air, and the hand holding the umbrella was slender, pale, and the vine-like tattoo was wrapped around the arm.

The red umbrella leaned forward, blocking the woman's face, and only the long pink hair could be seen scattered in front of her, covering a lot of nudity.

She snapped her fingers softly.

Still in the distance, a thick fog rose around the oncoming team, blocking the view almost instantly, and for a moment there were shouts and calls for each other's names.

"Weng Ran?"

"I'm here. ”

Weng Ran turned his head to look in the direction where the voice of the disciple came, judging from the sound, the person was beside him, so he reached out and touched it.

"Stop, everyone, don't move, move closer to the middle!"

He Sifang's voice sounded, and his blazing eyes stared vigilantly around, the best way to disperse the dense fog is to blow the wind, and he can do it by cultivating himself, but there are so many disciples in this dense fog, this can't be picked out, and it can't be blown if it is blown.

"Martial Pavilion disciples, set up a protective enchantment!"

Another order was given, and all the disciples of the Martial Pavilion would pinch each other, and several misty lights appeared in the dense fog, and these lights were connected together as if they were sensitive, covering everyone completely.

At this time, Weng Ran's hand had already grabbed the people around him, and the touch was a little sticky.

It's because the fog is too heavy, after all, I have water droplets on my eyelashes at this time.

"How is it, are you okay?" Weng Ran said as he fanned the fog in front of him with one hand, and looked at Tu Liu's photo, as if he had stepped on Tu Liu's foot.

"I'm sorry. The fog in front of him finally became thinner, and he felt the other party's shoulders move towards him, and the distance between the two narrowed again, and the other person's face pierced through the thin fog.

At the same time, the voice of the futile photo sounded in Weng Ran's ears, "Weng Ran, where are you?"

It's just that the voice is a little far away from me.

Weng Ran raised his eyebrows, and a scream rang out in the team, "Ah!! there are ghosts!!"

Immediately afterwards, the screams stacked up, but they were soon suppressed by the sound of fighting, Weng Ran just saw the other party's face with rotten flesh here, and the hand that had been holding the opponent's arm had already moved, and he used it violently, and the corpse that didn't know where it came from knelt down directly, and then Qiluo rotated, breaking bones and cutting throat!

But before she could continue to deal with the carrion corpse that was still waving her arms, her sensitivity to danger made her flip upside down, and the moment the person rose into the air, a sword light directly submerged into the chest of the carrion corpse that had lost its head, and then the sword light flickered everywhere in its body, and when the light dissipated, the carrion fell to the ground, and the carrion corpse was already divided into several pieces.

"Don't hurt your own people by mistake!

The sword move that attacked Weng Ran just now came from the same team, and the other party only cared about killing the enemy in front of him, forgetting that there were their companions everywhere in this thick fog, and many people were injured by mistake for a while.

This adds a lot of difficulty and danger. sweet potato

"Disciple of Lemen, Fu Corpse Song!"

The sound of the hole drum sounded, and in the thick fog, all the disciples of the music sect took out their musical instruments, first the sound of the piano sounded, and then more and more music came together.

Weng Ran heard clearly that the sound of the piano was coming from his side, and he took two steps to disperse the dense fog, but the person he saw was a little surprised, it was Lao Youjun.

At this time, Lao Youjun floated out of thin air in front of him a lyre of idle clouds and wild cranes, she played with ten fingers, her expression was serious, and she only heard the sound of slaughter, which was shocking.

"I'll protect you. ”

Weng Ran opened his mouth and said, the Qiluo in his hand had been replaced with a dagger, and he started a close fight with the carrion corpse that appeared beside him, so as not to hurt the surrounding accomplices.

Like a swallow Rao Liang, Weng Ran was in front of Lao and Jun to his back, the hem of his clothes was flying, and the dagger had been pierced into the chest of a corpse, she looked at the corpse in front of her in a wedding dress, her face was pale, and her cheeks were a little black, but it was not yet to the extent of decay, and she should have died soon.

Thinking of the rotten rotting corpses from before, these corpses must not have died from the calamities, but were summoned from the grave.

The dagger flashed with a flash of aura, and when it was pulled out again, the aura, which had been sent to the corpse, exploded in an instant, and the female corpse was blown into slag.

The shield phantom stood in front of Weng Ran, and even protected Lao and Jun behind him.

The corpse song became more and more excited, Lao Youjun's hand left an afterimage on the piano, Weng Ran glanced at it, she was really surprised, although she didn't know much about the rhythm, but she could vaguely hear that this song was based on the sound of Lao Youjun's piano.

Unexpectedly, this little girl is not very old, and her cultivation is not bad.

Another black shadow broke through the dense fog and appeared, Weng Ran quickly turned around, this time it was a man in a wedding dress, only to see that his lifeless face actually showed a look of pain, and his footsteps towards Lao Youjun also stopped.

But soon, he regained his expressionless appearance again, and walked towards Lao Youjun with grinning teeth.

The dagger pierced again, and the male corpse showed a painful color again, as if his face had changed for a while, changing back and forth in pain and expressionlessness, and the sound of the piano behind him was almost like a cracked silk, and even stabbed his ears a little.

Weng Ran didn't give the male corpse much time to struggle, and completely sent him to the netherworld.

Blink of an eye at Lao and Jun, the other party's ten fingers are red, and the idle cloud wild crane has also turned into a Yanxia flamingo, staring at his own piano, his face is very pale, and the struggle of the male corpse is the battle between Lemen and the person behind him.

Seeing that, beads of sweat dripped from Lao Hejun's forehead, Weng Ran's eyes were quick, his fingers flicked, and his aura was like a sword, and the water droplets were steamed in an instant, so that they would not fall off the strings, and there was a noise, disturbing this song of corpses.

The corpse song is gradually coming to an end, although the corpses are somewhat suppressed, but it is far from reaching the true power of the corpse song, and the opponent is blamed for this, the strength is too strong.

Just when Weng Ran dismantled a corpse into eight pieces and was worried in his heart, a corpse that was about to attack suddenly stopped its movements and froze straight in place, Weng Ran raised his eyes and looked around, after such a toss, the thick fog was about to dissipate.

All the corpses suddenly stopped, making the disciples a little dumbfounded, but after reacting, they still took the opportunity to quickly destroy these corpses.

The corpse is over.

The sound of suona suddenly sounded.

Lao Youjun was so weak that he almost fell on his piano.

"Are you okay?" Weng Ran held the person up and looked at the sound of the suona.