Crossing the dangerous road all the way over the mountains, Qinghan saw a pass from afar.

A little observation, this pass is about three zhang high, the building is seven zhang high, the perimeter of the platform is about 30 zhang, the cliffs on both sides, straight into the sky, it is an extremely dangerous pass that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

There are three big characters engraved on the city, and the sky is over.

The guards at the pass and the tower were all dressed in brown armor, and the Pakistani flag was planted around them.

"It doesn't seem to have fallen yet. ”

Along the way, the remnants of the soldiers entered the pass in despair, with dozens of people as many as there were only a few.

Some of them had no weapons in their hands, some of them had tattered armor and were wounded, and they were holding each other and staggering.

Qing Han took out a piece of yellow paper, on which a lot of words were densely written, and five clay prints were stamped.

This is the proof of the status of the monk, which is called the dumu, which can be exempted from forced labor and rent, and can be sold for some money.

When Qinghan was poor and couldn't even drink wine, if it weren't for the fact that it would be difficult to travel without this thing, he almost took it out to exchange for wine money.

According to the rules of riding a horse, Qing Han got off the horse.

Lead the horse and follow slowly behind the remnants of the army.

When he arrived at the pass, he was stopped by several guards with spears in their hands.

"You, stop!

The person who spoke was a young man, and the tension on his face was not concealed at all, more looking at the horse behind Qing Han.

After a little thought, you can figure out that the situation is critical now, and if something goes wrong, there may be a big mess.

What I am afraid of is that there are people from enemy countries pretending to be mixed in, and it is impossible to guard against them inside and outside, especially the rumored terrifying monsters, so we must pay more attention.

Qing Han took out the degree and handed it to the young man.

The young man took it and looked at it carefully, his face changed slightly, and he looked Qing Han up and down again.

Most of the tension on his face disappeared, and he hurriedly saluted respectfully.

"It turned out to be the Taoist of Qingqiu, Luo Heng was rude, and now the enemy army has captured Wuyi Pass and occupied several towns, and the defeated troops from all walks of life have come to the help of Juetian Pass, so they must be careful and make trouble. ”

Without waiting for Qinghan to respond, Luo Heng's eyes flashed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "In the midst of the danger of Pakistan, the masters of Qingqiu came to support, and they should have prepared delicious food to welcome them, but now the situation is critical, and there is no wine and meat ...... in the pass."

Qing Han showed a hint of a smile, this Luo Heng is also a slippery head, he never said that he came here to help, and now he is really embarrassed to refuse in person.

"It's okay, the poor road doesn't like this either. ”

After saying that, he rode on his horse and entered the city pass, and Luo Heng's call came from behind him, "Dao Chief, Li Guoqiang and Master Li are also in the pass, if you know that Dao Chang is coming all the way, you will be happy!"

Qing Leng laughed again and again, this Luo Heng is also interesting, and it is obviously disrespectful to call the name of the official.

However, this Li Guoqiang is also famous and favored.

repeatedly slandered the king of Pakistan, making him sing songs night after night without thinking about national politics.

Later, in the name of overpowering the imperial power sooner or later, the Daomen was suppressed by the Daomen, and finally only the Kaiyang Concept remained in Pakistan.

But now it's about to break the inheritance, if it weren't for its reputation, I'm afraid it would have closed the mountain gate a long time ago.

If it weren't for this, even if Zhao invaded with the strength of the whole country, how could it be possible to break through the Wuya Pass in just half a month.

Thinking that if he saw that Li Guoqiang, he would definitely have twists and turns, Qing Han decided to hurry to Huaisu Town to meet his old man, but this was the case.

That gray gas has been discovered and erased by someone, but the last person the captain saw, Qing Han knew and had complicated entanglements, and he couldn't explain it clearly, and there was always some shame lingering.

If you don't solve it, it will always be accumulated in your heart, and every time you think about it in the future, you will be irritable and troubled, why bother?

"There is corpse gas!"

Just when Qing Han decided to continue walking, he smelled a foul rancid smell, and it was not an ordinary rancid smell, it was the kind of rancid smell that mixed with half of the popularity.

frowned, took out a felt hat and put it on his head, gently pressed it on the front end, covered the black light in his eyes, and walked slowly following the smell.

The more you go, the more remote it gets, until it hits the beaten track.

Walking to a magnificent house, the smell is even stronger.

Gently waved his hand to put the horse into the green bag, followed the figure of the courtyard wall a few times, and stunted the surrounding guards with a light blow with his horizontal hand, and quietly sneaked into the house.

Seeing the two big characters written on the courtyard door, Qing Han showed a hint of an intriguing smile.

There are more caretakers in the house, all of them are with knives and do not squint, and there are thick layers of calluses on their hands, which are obviously some practitioners.

The senses are also more sensitive, as if sensing something, and glanced to the side a few times.

I only felt the breeze blowing, frowned, and felt relieved.

As soon as I retracted my gaze, I suddenly felt a numbness in my neck, and my eyes quickly blurred.

His lips opened and closed but he couldn't make a sound, and his eyes fell to the ground in blackness.

Solve more than a dozen in this way, Xu is sound alarmed others, and only a few panicked shouts were heard.

"There are assassins!

Soon a large number of guards with knives came from other directions, and the left and right were discovered, and Qing Han stopped sneaking around, and picked up the Xuanjian and held it across his chest.

When the guards surrounded him in a large circle, he was eager to get closer.

Suddenly, there was an anxious rebuke from the inner courtyard.

"Can't let him in!

These people have a strong murderous aura and a grudge entangled, this resentment is old and young, both men and women, and they must be ruthless killers!

Qing Han's eyes showed a cold mang, and he pulled out the sword of the sun, and spit out the word "devouring" lightly.

The body and body of the sword were entangled with blood and filthy qi, and his expression became gloomy and bloodthirsty.

There was a sneer, as if coming from the land of the Nine Shadows, and the long hair danced without wind.

With a slight swing of the sword, a black sword qi visible to the naked eye emitted out, penetrating a person and rampage through that person's body.

The man immediately hugged his head and screamed, and soon shrank and collapsed, sucking his flesh and blood dry, leaving only a wriggling skin.

At the same time, a black gas was drilled out of the hole and returned to Qing Han's body.

The black sword qi was colorless and tasteless when it entered, but when it returned, it carried a cold and extremely thick bloody aura.

Qing Han's face was ruddy, the black light in his eyes flashed, and the resentment was bloody and bloody, and he was comfortable.

"It's just that it's not right to absorb the essence and blood, and it's even more memorable to absorb it with this resentment......

Pursing his lips slightly, the green and cold pleasant aftertaste, swept over these guards, his eyes were gloomy, and he could see that they were sweating coldly, and the cold air rose from the soles of his feet and covered his limbs.

Several sword qi swept by, and the sound of wailing resounded inside and outside the courtyard.

The remaining dozens of dry skins fell to the ground softly.

.............................

Entering the inner courtyard, an old man in a dark green official uniform was kneeling in front of a circular altar.

Dozens of bones were crooked on the altar, some of them rotting, giving birth to white and fat insects that were constantly tumbling inside and out, burrowing in and out.

Several skeletons were struggling and writhing.

If you look closely, it's just a flutter caused by too many bugs in the body.

Qing Han looked at the small remnants on the altar that were mostly unrecognizable, and his body couldn't help but tremble violently.

I took a deep breath, but a smile of excitement and happiness appeared on my face.

"It's so comfortable to be angry and corpse...... Li Guoqiang, you are very good, your heart is so ruthless that it makes me tremble with excitement!"

He took another deep breath, rubbed the violently beating heart, showed a sarcastic look, and sneered:

"If he was as ruthless as you, how could he still be trapped by crying blood now, and he would have returned to his original heart a long time ago, galloping freely between heaven and earth!"

The old man saw Qing Han's dark eyes, his whole body was surrounded by filthy aura, and the sword revealed endless ice and coldness.

His body trembled, and he hurriedly bowed to the altar and kowtowed.

The words that come out of his mouth are also distorted.

"Please, please...... The old slave Li Guoqiang offered a sacrifice to welcome the arrival of the corpse demon!"

Qing Han didn't stop it, but watched with interest at this Li Guoqiang's actions, what exactly he wanted to summon.

"Ah...... Who is it...... Summon this Demon Yin God!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, an extremely unpleasant word like bones rubbing against each other came out of nothingness.

The altar shook violently, and the vacant place in the center cracked and collapsed inch by inch.

Two boneless arms grabbed the sides of the altar and crawled out with difficulty.

"Corpses?"

Qing Han looked at this scene, the corners of his mouth set off a gloomy arc, he still didn't mean to make a move, and hugged the Xuanjian for a long time.

The corpse demon climbed out of the altar and revealed its form, about nine feet tall and stout, but it walked hunched over and limped, its arms hanging down and staggering.

There were rotting pieces of black flesh all over the body, including the skull, which kept snapping and falling to the ground, revealing the white bones of Sensen.

When the eyelids fall, the cloudy eyes seem to be stuck in the sockets, and it seems that the eyeballs can be squeezed out of the sockets with a little force.

He was wearing a tattered black armor with dense scars of swords and rust.

Holds a large axe with a curved handle with a rusty notch.

As soon as the corpse demon crawled out, he didn't even look at Li Guoqiang, turned his protruding bloodshot eyeballs, and landed on Qing Han.

The lips rotted and fell off, revealing the pitch-black teeth rubbing against each other, making a sound like a claw scratching at a stone wall.

"People...... Demon ......?"

Qing Han's dark eyes swept casually across the altar, and finally landed on the corpse demon.

Bowing his head slightly, his eyelids lifted, and gradually, the corners of his mouth on both sides were hooked.

"It's just a corpse, but you have cultivated the Yin God!, but your strength is too weak now, and there is no point in killing you......"