The dry corpse cracked its mouth and laughed. Its mouth has some thin flesh attached to it, as if it is about to break off, and it can even penetrate the dirty teeth on the side of the mouth, and its teeth are all covered with a layer of blue, like ......

"Did you eat something that didn't clean your teeth?" Tang Qian's hand still grabbed the shoulder of the dried corpse, and the essence of the same yin qi on it continued to surge upward, passing through Tang Qian's hand and then flowing back into the nose of the dried corpse, the nose of the dried corpse was almost gone, the rotten flesh on it was incomplete, and it was estimated that there would soon be only two black holes left.

"It's not funny. However, the dry corpse's mouth cracked even wider, because Tang Qian's hand grabbed his shoulder, of course, it was to keep himself from chasing Xia Yubing, but as long as he was a monk, he would not use his hand to touch this kind of yin qi that had reached a terrifying level in both quality and quantity. Tang Qian's hand was already a little unable to hold down the body of the dry corpse, and the dry corpse could clearly feel that the strength in Tang Qian's hand had become lighter.

It didn't have time to think about why Tang Qian, a guy who was obviously a monk, had such a strong hand and was able to hold down himself, who was known for his copper skin and iron bones.

There are many kinds of so-called dried corpses, such as using poisonous insects, Gu poison, controlling corpses, and then refining and making puppets, and there is also the kind of corpse in front of you, which has its own consciousness under the yin qi, and this kind of corpse also has heaven and earth self-generation, acquired formation gestation, and so on, but no matter what, the biggest and most common feature of a living corpse is infinite strength, copper skin and iron bones.

As soon as it felt that the strength in Tang Qian's hand had become lighter, it immediately thought that Tang Qian's hand had been eroded by the yin qi, so it grabbed Tang Qian's neck and lifted it up at once.

The dry corpse is extremely tall, his back is a little hunchbacked, but even so, he is a whole head taller than Tang Qian, the moment the dry corpse lifted him, he suddenly clenched his dry fingers, its fingers are slender, but only a layer of skin wraps the bones, it stands to reason not to mention Tang Qian's neck, it is an ordinary magic weapon, and it is not enough for its hands, the golden stone flying sword, the spiritual material treasure knife, almost all of them will become waste in its hands.

Tang Qian should be dead, because the hand of the dry corpse was already clenched, and there should be something left in its palm.

What's the difference between crushing a person's neck and crushing a piece of tofu?

Tang Qian's neck is not tofu, and Tang Qian is not a very ordinary person.

At least he's not alone.

Xia Yubing had already stabbed her ordinary knife at the dried corpse, she flew out far away, Tang Qian and the dried corpse also chatted for a long time, this time was enough for her to pull out the sword hanging on her with great effort, and then ran over.

There were still two tattered clothes on the corpse, but the knife didn't even pierce two pieces of clothing.

This made Xia Yubing desperate, she could even accept that she had fought with this corpse a few times, even if it was a comfort to let it shed a little disgusting pus and blood, but unfortunately it couldn't even hurt it at all.

"It's brave enough to be able to hand over this knife. Xia Yubing was still able to hear Tang Qian's voice, she didn't understand how powerful the dry corpse was, she knew that Tang Qian was very powerful, but the dry corpse seemed to see a ghost when she heard this voice, and what it was holding in its hand was Tang Qian's hundred clothes.

"So please stand behind me. Tang Qian's man almost slid down from the dry corpse's hand, and he already had a sword in his hand, and the sword had already pierced into the chest of the dried corpse.

The only place where the dry corpse looked like a human was its eyes, although it was hollow, but there were still two eyeballs, and at this time, the emotions of the two eyeballs were revealed for the first time.

It turned out to be a joke.

"That's all?" its chest burst out of blood, dark blue blood, just a drop fell, and there was an extra hole in the ground, the sound of Zizi made people's hearts chill, this blood was not only poisonous, but also corrosive.

"How can it be more than that?" Tang Qian was already standing in front of Xia Yubing, and he even had a casual and elegant speech at this time: "I actually have a very ugly and even weird nickname. When he said this, the hand of the dry corpse did not stop, his five fingers became claws, and the hand that let go of the hundred clothes and the other hand had already produced twenty-two claws in an instant, but Tang Qian held the sword in his backhand, and blocked its twenty-two claws with one hand, and at this time, the hundred clothes that the dry corpse had just let go of had not yet landed.

"It's called ...... Draw a sword and a sword. When Tang Qian said this nickname, he still had time to hesitate, still had time to think, and wondered if anyone would laugh when he said it, because in his opinion, this name is really not good, and he is not called Tang Hua, nor Tang Jian, let alone Tang Jue, why do you have to have such a nickname?

"Draw a sword, your sword can't kill me, what's the use of drawing?" The life of a dry corpse is yin, and it will not die because the head is cut off, nor will it die because the heart is pierced.

It was as if all the sharp weapons in the world were useless against it, so it stands to reason that the sword in Tang Qian's hand was useless at this time, and he should run away.

"That is, I seem to be good at drawing, and you happen to be standing in the most proud pictures of my life. Tang Qian spoke unhurriedly, and after he said this, he didn't need to block the attack of the dry corpse, because its attack became very slow at this moment.

In addition to thousands of blue stones and a pile of deadly chains in this cave, how can there be any paintings? What are paintings?

He didn't understand, and neither did Xia Yubing.

"I've always brought a few of my favorite paintings with me. I didn't see any magic gestures from Tang Qian, his tattered Baijia clothes hung in the air, and wrapped the body of the dried corpse, surrounding, the Baijia clothes were not big, even like a strip of cloth, but the dry corpse couldn't break free from it no matter how hard he tried.

Is the coat a painting?

At this time, Xia Yubing saw the painting drawn by Tang Qian for the first time, and it was also the first time to see what Bai Qianyi usually looked inside.

Xia Yubing doesn't know much about painting, and she doesn't even understand calligraphy, porcelain, embroidery, tea ceremony, and women's Taoist people should understand, but she can see ten miles of spring from Tang Qian's paintings, and the grass grows and the warbler flies. It's not a good look, but a real feeling, there is a world in it, and a kind of scenery, she only saw a part, and she felt dizzy, but the painting was beautiful, she could remember, and she even had a good feeling in the previous phantom array again.

It's as if you're already in the middle of a painting.