Corpses!

The prince slashed and slashed silently.

It is extremely unrealistic for the thousands of armies to sweep through the Shadowless Fist in the face of the dead stiffness, even if they are hammered to cripples, as long as their heads are still hanging around their necks, those dead stiffs will still come up.

Only when the surrounded water was impassable, Wang Zimo used his shadowless fist to blast the dead stiff away, freeing up the air to enter the enemy camp alone.

The tip of the knife drinks blood, and the peace is mutated.

Under the catalysis of Yuan Li, the three-foot straight knife unexpectedly emerged with a black edge, surging ten inches, and its appearance changed drastically. The jagged pattern on the back of the knife gave birth to finger-length barbs, and the few close to the handle of the knife were even more prominent, like a dragon's whiskers dancing wildly, directly wrapped around Wang Zimo's right arm, and the tip pierced into the flesh.

There is no pain, there is just the excitement of the heart!

Suddenly, Ping Yu seemed to be alive.

The power was surging at the tip of the knife, and as soon as Wang Zimo's thought was generated, Ping You quickly responded, dragging his right arm and slashing backwards.

A stiff man who was lying on the ground and crawling forward instantly had his brain flying, and half of his head was cut off by a knife.

Wang Zimo seemed to understand something,

The vitality in the dantian was instantly divided into two strands, the yang spiritual power was injected into the Liqian Bell, and the yin spiritual power was injected into Pingyou, and at the same time, the eight Dao disks were in operation, quickly purifying the spiritual power that had not yet been refined in the dantian into yuan power, and at the same time absorbing the external spiritual power to replenish the dantian.

Everything seems to be in order, step by step.

Only the disobedient Dao coiled around the polar pillar and rotated wildly, not purifying the spiritual power and not absorbing the spiritual power, but instead extracting fifty percent of the spiritual power absorbed by the eight Dao disks.

At this time, Wang Zimo was like a demon god, and his whole body was smoky from the fire. The three-foot flat ghost in his hand continued to be urged by spiritual power, and it skyrocketed by five feet, and the barbs were entangled, like an ink-colored five-clawed divine dragon lying on the back of the knife.

In an instant, Wang Zimo was majestic, and he entered the flock with a flat tiger that was as sharp as clay, and countless dead heads fell to the ground between breaths, and Wang Zimo seemed to be dancing a black death scythe, constantly harvesting corpses.

Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain.

Flesh and bones were broken everywhere, and it looked even more terrible than hell.

However, it is difficult to support it alone.

There are too many dead stiffs in the Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain, and there are many jumping stiffs with wisdom, and there are even two or three flying zombies that are like babies and their smarters, they are hidden among the many dead stiffeners, and they always make trouble for Wang Zimo unexpectedly.

The prince slashed silently, he had never been so desperate.

It was the will to find the big one that sustained him, and kept telling him that he had to persevere and not die here.

He hasn't seen the big guy yet!

There are fewer and fewer dead stiffs, and gradually more than a dozen jumping stiffs and three flying stiffs are revealed. At this time, it was obviously not appropriate to enter the enemy camp alone, and besides, his physical strength was gradually exhausted, and even simple moves required great energy.

Those stiff jumpers may have been frightened, and they actually besieged but did not attack, giving the prince a chance to breathe.

He withdrew his Yin spiritual power, let Ping Yu return to his original state, and slammed it on the ground, coldly scanning the battlefield.

Mountains of corpses were piled up under his feet, and his hands were covered with slimy flesh. There was a burst of rancid smoking, and although he had long been numb, he couldn't help but lean over and retch after stopping.

"Huh!"

A jumper saw the right time and crashed into Wang Zimo's back.

Wang Zimo rolled over and kicked, the sole of his foot against his stiff neck, and kicked his chin directly out.

"Click!"

As soon as Wang Zimo's feet landed, he turned in a circle, dodged the arm that jumped stiffly and swept away, and cut off two heads with unmistakable accuracy.

It's nothing more than jumping stiff!

It's just a little bit more agile!

Without the cover of stiffness, Jumping Stiff became a reed in the river, waiting for the sickle to be harvested little by little.

There were only six left in the blink of an eye, and only the three were still lying on the tree, not knowing what they were waiting for.

"Whew!"

The ghost baby suddenly screamed, and then the three flying stiffs raised their heads at the same time and screamed sharply.

The prince thought that they were going to join forces to attack, so he hurriedly concentrated on guard, but the soles of his feet suddenly trembled.

As the screams of the flying stiff became more and more harsh, the earthquake trembled, and the stiff stiff who had his head cut off by Wang Zimo got up again. Those stiff people casually grabbed their heads and pressed them on their heads, twisted their necks, and made a "hehe" sound in their mouths, and once again drowned the prince in the corpse.

A fierce battle resumes.

Death is the end of life.

But after death, he was stiff and regained a glimmer of life. Resurrection from the dead is already against the way of heaven, and the flying zombie that generates wisdom is even more against the sky.

So, they value their lives even more.

He would rather spend his cultivation and resurrect those dead and dead enemies than take risks and bury his hard-won vitality.

Although Wang Zimo had eight disks to catalyze spiritual power, he needed time to convert the spiritual power into usable yuan power, and he couldn't afford such a waste at all.

In less than half an hour, the Yuan Force in the body gradually dried up, and after two more incense sticks, his hands became numb, and he didn't even have the strength to hold Pingyou!

Ordinary Taoist cultivators are all guided by their own body's vitality, mobilizing the spiritual power of heaven and earth to fight, where is there anyone like him, who simply relies on his own yuan power to support it!

Without the support of spiritual power, it had already turned into a palm-sized bell and was slapped into a storage bag on his waist by Wang Zimo.

The peace gradually returns to normal, and the barbs retract and rearrange into jagged teeth.

He had thought about using the Heaven Breaking Finger, but the Heaven Breaking Finger did not consume vitality, and it must have been consumed elsewhere. Moreover......

Moreover, Dai Xiaomo also warned him when he was in Baiyun Temple, and he must not use his killing fingers in the future.

It turns out that the heaven-breaking finger is called the killing finger magic skill!

The prince silently slashed his arm to cut the swarm of dead stiffs, and Ping You stuck it on the stiff neck, took off the heavenly pestle, and smashed the stiff head with a stick.

The Heavenly Pestle was in hand, and Wang Zimo suddenly sobered up a lot.

The layer of aura wrapped outside the spiritual platform was slowly absorbed by the Heavenly Pestle, and as the spiritual platform opened, he saw the broken arm of the corpse in front of him more and more clearly.

The unknown power was extremely subtle, overflowing from the residual mirror inserted in the ghost baby's neck, forming waves of fluctuations, attached to many dead bodies like souls.

Banging them on the head doesn't work!

The more Wang Zimo looked at it, the more frightened he became, there were thousands of corpses under his feet, and he just knocked them into bone slag, and then there were bones coming out from below.

As long as the fluctuations are there, these deadlocks will never stop.

Wang Zimo half-knelt on the ground panting, and before he could get up, a deep wound suddenly appeared on his back.

He glared at him and turned back angrily, it was that damn stiff again!

His nails were as hard as steel, and he had corpse poison!

The wound was numb and painful, Wang Zimo hurriedly shook the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and found that the healing medicine that Yin Zhentong gave him had long been used up, and Lu Dutian was a paranoid, and there was a lot of hidden weapons in the storage bag, but there was no medicine for healing.

For a time, Wang Zimo was in a worrying situation.

If the stiff intelligence is like a hanging childhood, then the stiff jumping is a weak crown, and the IQ of the flying stiff is comparable to the ear straight sixtieth.

Three different levels, but the intelligence has increased exponentially.

Jumping stiff just by listening to the name knows that he is quick to act and mainly jumps. The nails are three inches long, and they retreat with one blow, always giving a heavy blow in the back! On him, the prince has suffered a lot of hidden losses!

When the prince was showing off his might, they hid in the rear, consumed the prince with countless dead stiffness, and when the prince was crumbling, they scrambled to jump out.

It's like a hyena on the grassland, surrounding the small zebras that have fallen behind, taking turns to attack.

Faced with such a dead-faced play, Wang Zimo was particularly aggrieved in his heart.

He gritted his teeth and rattled, eager to bite them to pieces!

The blood-red eyes were hostile to the front, the corner of the left eye was cracked, and the thick blood scab glued the eyelid into a triangle. The prince silently tightened his neck, his blood danced wildly, he raised his head and roared angrily, and rushed forward with Pingyou.

However, the zombie between him and the jumping zombie was crowded with dead zombies, like soldier ants gathered near the queen ant, and they couldn't be slaughtered and killed!

This time, Wang Zimo was completely traumatized.

"Drink!"

He knelt on one knee, put away Pingyou, and supported his upper body with the Heavenly Pestle. The black hair was brown with blood, and it was dry and sticking to his face, obscuring his vision.

The prince silently regretted that he had not stabilized the realm of yin and yang, so he couldn't wait to urge Xue Jiaoniang to take him out of the city.

He hung his head and smiled bitterly, took out the pill that came out of the Han Du Du Na ring, and stared at the vermilion pill surrounded by the swimming dragon, with a dying and struggling gaze in his eyes.

"Suffer death!"

"Let's all die!"

The prince gritted his teeth and crushed the wood, opened his mouth, raised his head, and listened to the elixir let out a wail, mixed with the sticky carrion in his palm, and swallowed it into his stomach together.