Outside Qingshan Town, on a loess plain.

A group of people left Qingshan Town in a big way, and now they happened to walk near the wasteland recorded in the ancient books.

Looking at the endless yellow earth in front of them, no one would have thought that this place was once a hellish ancient battlefield of Shura, with corpses strewn all over the field and rivers of blood.

However, they did not come here to visit, and this ancient battlefield is thousands of years old, and the traces have long been submerged in the long river of history.

Lei Luo roughly estimated that there were more than fifty people on his side, except for three people who had internal strength in cultivation and one who had qi cultivation, all of them were ordinary people.

Without hesitation, they stepped on this loess wasteland under the leadership of Hou Youde, and their speed did not decrease, and they walked for more than ten miles in a row.

"Linglong, have you sensed anything since you arrived here?" Lei Luo asked in his head without speaking.

"Childe, after I arrived here, I really felt unusual, there was a thick dead air under this land, and the more I advanced, the stronger the dead air became," Lu Linglong's voice also sounded in Lei Luo's head.

Lu Linglong is a spirit and ghost body, and he is quite sensitive to the yin and death qi, and Lei Luo himself has also sensed it, so naturally there will be no mistakes.

"It means that there must be a corpse refining, and generally ghost path cultivators will choose a place with a strong dead qi when cultivating a corpse," he said based on his empirical analysis.

Just as Lei Luo's words fell, I saw that although it was desolate, there was no movement on the wasteland, and a thick fog actually floated up, and then everyone was surrounded by this thick fog.

Seeing the dense fog appear, Daoist Rende opened his eyes wide, and then took two talismans from the hands of other Taoist priests, and cast spells and chanted spells in the crowd.

"Everyone, be careful, this thick fog is unusual, I'm afraid that there are ghosts and ghosts!" a Taoist priest next to Daoist Rende reminded him.

Compared to the nervousness and uncertainty of the others, Lei Luo clearly sensed that there were about two hundred walking corpses in the dense fog.

Most of these walking corpses are rotting and slow, and occasionally a few of them are wearing the same tattered armor.

These refining corpses were all transformed by the wreckage of this place, and some of them were captured strong men, and then refined into low-level refining corpses, at this time, they were crooked and slowly approaching everyone.

"Click, click", a burst of rubbing footsteps came from all directions, and then everyone saw a lot of rickety figures emerging from the thick fog.

These figures have rotten faces and equally rotten bodies, but they are not just a group of walking corpses, that is, low-level refining corpses in the ghost path.

"It's the living dead!" someone in the crowd shouted, finally noticing that something was wrong.

There was a commotion in the crowd, most of these people were just ordinary people who wanted to come to the government to eat, where had they seen such a battle.

Looking at the walking corpses slowly walking in all directions, the number of walking corpses was more than four times that of their side, and some people panicked all of a sudden.

"Don't panic, these are just walking corpses, they don't have much strength, and they don't move fast, just attack their heads, you can kill them!" said one of the Taoist priests.

Then, I saw that the Daoist of Benevolence threw out the two talismans in his hand directly, and these two talismans turned into two palm-sized fireballs and hit the two marching corpses.

The two walking corpses that were hit were on fire and began to burn, and then they struggled slightly in the flames before falling to the ground and turning into a pile of black ashes.

"Let's rush forward too, we can't let them form an encirclement!" Among the three Jianghu guests who cultivated internal strength, the scarface woman shouted loudly.

Then she took out a long red whip from her waist, and then rushed into the crowd of corpses with a whip.

Seeing this, the old beggar also held the wooden staff in one hand, and then rushed into the group of corpses on the other side as quickly.

The red-clothed swordsman also pulled out the long knife hanging from his waist, and then kicked the ground with both feet, and the whole person jumped high, and also rushed into the group of corpses.

After Lei Luo glanced around, he also pulled out the fine iron knife hanging from his waist, and then followed several people around him to rush towards a group of corpses.

In this way, a tug-of-war began between the crowd on their side and the group of walking corpses that appeared in the dense fog on this wasteland.

After slashing over a approaching walking corpse with a knife, and then directly cutting off the head of the walking corpse that fell to the ground, Lei Luo pretended to gasp for a few breaths, and then raised his knife to resist the flying pounce of another walking corpse, and the whole person took a few steps back under this force.

When he retreated, his figure was even more twisted and pinched, and the last one stumbled and fell to the ground, which was really embarrassing.

"Childe, you really look like you!" Lu Linglong said with a light smile when she saw Lei Luo's performance.

"These walking corpses are just pawns used to find the way, and don't you see that Hou Youde has been staring at me, it's not good to be too eye-catching," Lei Luo replied in the same head.

Since it was not difficult to deal with the walking corpse, he could pretend to play a few knife tricks while letting go of most of his mind to observe the movements around him.

That Hou Youde was staring at Lei Luo's embarrassed parry in the crowd, but he didn't know that he was also stared at by the other party.

Although Lei Luo and the group of people around him could barely cope with it, they were able to resist the attack of this group of corpses, and he could also take the time to observe the other four battle groups.

In the Scarface woman's place, every time the woman's whip was drawn, the head of a walking corpse could be directly exploded, and under the continuous flicking, none of the walking corpses around could get close.

The old beggar's moves are relatively simple, the wooden staff in his hand is wielded by him like a sword, chopping and picking thorns, and every blow can directly hit the vital point of a walking corpse, and looking at its appearance, it also looks like it is at ease.

The red-clothed swordsman's moves are a bit wide open, and every time he goes down, the walking corpse is split in half, or he is cut in half, or he is cut off by the waist, he can say that among the three internal strength, the number of walking corpses killed is the largest.

"This person looks brave, but in fact he is brave and unscrupulous, such an unrestrained waste of internal strength and true qi, obviously not as experienced as the other two," Lei Luo shook his head at the behavior of the red-clothed swordsman and analyzed.

And in the last battle group, the Taoist of Rende pinched the trick with both hands, held several talismans in his hands, and still chanted spells and cast spells, while beside him, several Taoist priests were wielding peachwood swords in their hands, and they were wrestling with the walking corpses.

I saw that although this group of Taoist priests did not cultivate their internal strength, the peachwood sword wielding and slashing was smooth, and they could basically kill a walking corpse in two or three clicks.

With the combined efforts of several people, the surrounding corpses could not hurt them.

And just when one of the Taoist priests was in danger, the spell of the Daoist of Benevolence would arrive, and a fireball technique would disperse the corpses, and the aftermath of the fireball would burn one or two walking corpses.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer corpses in the dense fog, and as the corpses decreased, this dense fog gradually faded, and the surrounding scene gradually became clearer.

After another quarter of an hour or so, when Lei Luo cut off the head of a fallen walking corpse, he saw that there were no walking corpses standing around.

Seeing that all the corpses around him were wiped out, he pretended to act again, and the immortal master collapsed to the ground, and then he was dressed heavily, looking as if he was exhausted.

Hou Youde basically didn't contribute much in the battle just now, but as a leader, no one expected him to play other roles.

At this time, he was secretly observing everyone, especially Lei Luo.

When he saw that Lei Luo looked exhausted, although there was a hat on his head to cover it, but his body fluctuated greatly, and he was obviously gasping for breath, he let out a sneer in his heart.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the group of living corpses just now should be all the ghosts in the vicinity, we will get to the front later, and if nothing is found, we can go back to the town!" Hou Youde shouted at this time.

Hearing this, everyone was shocked, obviously thinking that after advancing some distance, they could go back to the town to receive the reward.

Although they were a little physically tired at the moment, they were all mentally excited.

Lei Luo sneered in his heart when he saw this, but he also began to move forward with everyone in the direction pointed by Hou Youde.