When Ling Jiang heard the word coffin, he was still terrified. He looked back in the direction Da Bai was pointing, and a few feet behind them, a huge coffin was being carried by four black-robed men with masks at the intersection.

It was not an ordinary funeral pipe, but a copper-horned gold coffin with an ink fountain thread on the coffin. Needless to say, Ling Jiang could also see what was in this coffin.

"Zombie ...... Does it really exist?" Ling Jiang asked himself.

Just when he was stunned, Da Bai stuffed an ancient book into Ling Jiang's arms, "This is the magic mastery left by Uncle Jiu, you take it to Chang'an, there is nothing to turn two pages on the way, your Ling family's housekeeping skills should be passed on to you." ”

"Da Bai, you ......" Before Ling Jiang finished speaking, Da Bai pushed him away with all his might, raised his sword and shouted, "Take Ya'er and go!"

Rumble!

The golden coffin had already approached the two of them, only to hear a loud noise, and the coffin lid broke through the ink fountain line and rose into the air. Immediately after, a blue-black figure jumped out of the coffin and rushed straight down towards Da Bai's location.

Da Bai subconsciously raised his sword, only to see the blue and black figure stretch out two fingers, just a slight pinch, and the blade in Da Bai's hand was broken into two pieces.

Da Bai hurriedly took two steps back, dropped the blade in his hand, and hurriedly stretched out his arms to resist the pair of claws that were approaching. Because it was a bare hand, the big white palm was quickly cut by the claws, and blood flowed out.

"You've been poisoned by my corpse, and you won't live long. The blue-black figure sneered, "Do you want to know why I killed you?"

"Are you from Yinshan Gate?" Da Bai stiffened his head and asked in a low voice.

"You're smart. He said in a cold voice, "You killed my apprentice, I want you to wait and be buried!"

As he spoke, the four ghost-faced figures were each split into two, and four identical figures appeared out of thin air, blocking Ling Jiang and Ya'er's way.

Ling Jiang held his sword in front of Ya'er, and slashed down with a sword along the figure in front of him, but nothing happened. The blade swept through the figure as if it had grazed the figure. Ling Jiang thought it was just an illusory shadow, but when he punched himself in the abdomen, the sharp pain actually made him spit out a mouthful of bitter water.

Ya'er was about to step forward to support Ling Jiang, but he immediately waved his hand to block it, "You go back to the red line, ...... quickly"

Ling Jiang could barely stand with Qing Feng in one hand, and he looked at the ghost-faced figure in front of him with a hideous expression. He knew that even getting back inside the red line would be a dead end, but at least it was safe for now.

What Yinshanmen wanted was the magic weapon in the hands of Ling Jiang and Da Bai, as long as they didn't die, they wouldn't attack anyone else.

Ling Jiang had already come out of that mysterious state, and although he held Qingfeng in his hand, he would not perform any swordsmanship at all. The reason why he was able to use the strength of the Five Realms was also because of the help of the shipping runes and immortals.

Now it seems that Xian'er can't help in the short term.

Ling Jiang looked around and found that the eight ghost-faced figures surrounded him, obviously not letting him go easily. And Da Bai's side is still desperately holding on, and there are already many serious injuries on his body, and you can see that his spilled blood has turned black, obviously poisoned!

"What should I do now?" Ling Jiang tried his best to calm himself down, there were not many spells he could rely on now, except for the sea runes, there were only ...... left

"Do you really want to use that thing?" Ling Jiang thought to himself, his left hand subconsciously touched his back, the black charcoal sword that Uncle Nine had left for him, "If you wrap the hilt of the sword in black cloth, it should be able to resist the cold, but, can this thing work?"

"Childe be careful!"

Just as Ling Jiang was stunned for a moment, the ghost-faced figures around him suddenly launched a surprise attack on him, one person and one punch hit him, and there was almost no difference in the form of the god.

Boom!

For a while, the eight fists collided, emitting a deafening roar, and several fists burst out in all directions, and the catapult to Ling Jiang's face still felt a little painful. Ling Jiang only realized at this time that he ...... Actually flying in the sky!

To be precise, it was sitting on the back of a bird, and the body of a long-haired girl was leaning on it.

"Are you alright?" the girl asked with her head down and a smile, two sweet dimples on her face. Ling Jiang couldn't believe that she could still laugh.

Whoosh!

As the strong wind swept in all directions, the eight figures also caught up with the sky and chased after each other, seeing that the distance between the two was getting closer and closer. The long-haired girl looked at it and hurriedly asked, "Uncle Feng, what can I do about this?"

"Whew......"

The strange bird made a loud noise, and the girl immediately nodded.

She then turned her gaze to Ling Jiang and said softly, "That, borrow a drop of your blood and use it." ”

Without waiting for Ling Jiang to respond, the girl took it upon herself to lift one of Ling Jiang's fingers, and the sharp nails lightly scratched on it, and a drop of Yin Hong's blood immediately dripped down.

She then dragged the drop of blood out of thin air with her palm, only to see a golden light in her eyes, and a steady stream of violent spiritual power gathered in her palm. The bright red blood had dispersed at some point, turning into a scarlet blood mist.

The girl slapped out with a palm, and the blood mist turned into a long snake and flew through the air like a silver needle, neatly passing through the chest of the eight ghost-faced figures. There was no roaring sound, and as the blood mist dissipated, the eight figures in the air were like ice and snow melting, and a cloud of mud-like black liquid flowed out of their bodies.

Dripping drips spilled on the ground, wisps of green smoke rising.

"Alright, it's fine. The girl smiled at Ling Jiang.

Ling Jiang was still in a state of confusion, he subconsciously looked down, and could see through the gap in the wings of the strange bird that Da Bai had passed out to the ground, and the zombie-like strange man was groping around him, as if he was rummaging for something.

When the girl saw Ling Jiang's expression, she immediately understood his thoughts.

"Uncle Feng, go and save people. The girl continued.

As soon as she finished speaking, the strange bird immediately swooped down on the ground, trying to grab Dabai who was lying on the ground with both feet. The strange bird had just approached the ground, and the zombie figure threw a cold punch and hit the bird's wings, and Ling Jiang and the girl flew down from the bird's back.

Fortunately, the girl hugged Ling Jiang in time, which allowed him to land smoothly.

The strange bird then turned into a golden light, and a man with a tiger's back walked out of the golden light, and the golden light behind him also dispersed, turning into a spear in his hand.

"Is he a demon?" Ling Jiang couldn't help but be surprised as he looked at the strange bird that had turned into a human form.

"That's right. The girl nodded, "Uncle Feng's body is a phoenix bird in the Yuan Shen stage, it's amazing!"

"Yuan Shen Period?" Ling Jiang wondered.

The girl tapped her chin lightly with her finger and slowly explained, "If ordinary creatures have spiritual sense, they can be regarded as demons. At the beginning, it was the psychic period, which was equivalent to the cultivation of the second realm of your qi cultivators. After the psychic period, it is the condensing pill period, and the strength is the four realms of qi refining, and then the transformation period, the primordial god period, and the tribulation period are so on. Uncle Feng is now at the peak of the Yuan Shen Period, and it is estimated that he will be able to become a great demon in the Tribulation Period in more than ten years. ”

Ling Jiang calculated in his heart, and couldn't help but smack his lips, "In this way, isn't the Yuan Shen Stage equivalent to the strength of the Eight Realms of Qi Refining?"

"I have heard that the Yinshan Gate here in Jiangling has a mysterious human body alchemy, which can refine living people into zombie-like strength, so it seems that it is really a bit overbearing. The strange bird in human form said with a spear in hand.

"Who are you, and why do you care about my private affairs at Yinshan Gate?" the zombie figure asked.

"In the underwind soul. The strange bird said, "You kill innocents indiscriminately, although I am a member of the demon clan, but I am the great road of the world, and I should punish you!"

"It's just a primordial period, arrogance!"

The zombie figure shouted, his palm glowing with a trace of thunder and fire, and ran towards the wind soul. Wind Spirit swirled the barrel of the gun in all directions, and stabbed forward in an instant.

There was just a sonorous sound, and the energy was everywhere, and several obvious cracks opened on the bluestone slab. The beams of some dilapidated old houses could not withstand this energetic attack, and they all turned into ruins with a bang. Even within a radius of ten zhang, it is already unsightly.

Ling Jiang stood behind the long-haired girl, and only then did he escape the surprise attack of the strength unharmed.

As for Ya'er and the others, they were protected by a red line, and it was not a big deal, but some of the people standing in front of them were still shocked by the strength and coughed up blood.

"What a person who has the best in the world. At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice came from the sky.

Everyone looked up, it was a middle-aged man with a flying sword on his feet, and behind him was a girl in pink, her white and tender little face was full of smiles, and she kept waving to the ground.

"In the Lower Dongting Lake, Fang Huai. The flying sword was suspended in the air, and the middle-aged man looked down at the zombie figure on the ground and asked, "If my guess is correct, you should be the Elder of Yinshan, right?" I can't imagine that after decades, not only did you not die, but you also became invulnerable to swords and guns. ”

"Dongting Lake Fang Huai?" Elder Yinshan's face looked a little gloomy, a phoenix bird in the Yuan Shen stage was already quite tricky, and now there was another Dongting Lake powerhouse, and he was already at a disadvantage.

"What do you want?" asked Elder Yin Shan.

Fang Huai said: "Release people." ”

"He killed my disciple!" Elder Yinshan's face was a little ugly, "I can leave the rest of the people alone, but I have to take him away." ”

"He has been poisoned by your corpse, and he is already half a dead man, which is more than a debt, and it is enough to pay off. Fang Huai said lightly, "Or is it that you refuse to give me the face of Dongting Lake, and you Yinshan Elder will not give it?"

Elder Yinshan sneered: "If you want to save face, then you will give it to you! By the way, he won't live for half a day......

After Elder Yinshan finished speaking, he turned around and returned to the golden coffin, and with a wave of his big hand, he summoned four ghost-faced figures out of thin air. They opened the lid of the golden coffin, and after the Yinshan Elder lay down in it, they closed the lid and carried the coffin away.

"Uncle Fang, why did you let him go?" the girl behind Fang Huai frowned and asked, "Could it be that even you can't beat him?"

When Fang Huai heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "My little ancestor, that is a powerhouse of the Eight Realms who has cultivated into a zombie body, where can you keep it if you want to?" Besides, that kid has been poisoned by the corpse, and his life will not be long, and delaying it will only harm him." ”

The wind soul glanced at the half-dead Da Bai on the ground, and then stepped forward with a gun and arched his hand: "Demon Clan Wind Soul." ”

Fang Huai smiled and returned the salute, "Dongting Lake Fang Huai." ”

Feng Soul said: "Since the matter is over, as a member of the demon clan, it is not easy for me to clean up this mess, and the people will be handed over to you." Xiaoxiao, it's time for us to go back. ”

"Oh......" The long-haired girl behind Ling Jiang replied a little reluctantly, she glanced at Ling Jiang meaningfully, and then waved her hand, "I'll go......"

Ling Jiang looked at the girl's departing back, and suddenly felt a little dizzy, and slowly fainted.

With the cultivation of the Five Realms, he used that sword, almost exhausted the essence and spirit of his whole body, and he was able to hold on until now, and it was because he was in danger that his body instinctively ignored this tiredness.

Now, he finally couldn't hold it anymore.