And so it was!

Sure enough, it has become a burden to the big one!

Looking at the devastated Mountain of Ten Thousand Corpses, Wang Zimo suddenly felt that everything was not worth it.

Why live, what's the point of going on?

Dajie doesn't need me, and doesn't want me to follow. Where do I go?

The whole world, the sophistication of human feelings, is illusory and deceiving!

What's the point?

Wang Zimo was like a sinking child in a drowning water, countless bubbles coming out of his bulging clothes, but he avoided the nostrils that needed them the most, and ran through his ears "purring".

Suddenly, the sinking body kicked his legs twice.

This is not a dying struggle, but a desire to survive.

He opened his eyes and looked up at the rippling sky above the water, the place he longed for, the space where he could live.

So he stretched out his arms and desperately threw the water downward, and finally his body stopped sinking, and then floated towards the sky.

No!

And it makes sense!

Wang Zimo suddenly opened his mouth and greedily breathed in the fresh air, which, although it smelled of burning, was able to rejuvenate him.

You should go back, leave Kunxu, and return to Sanhezhuang.

There are also parents there, and Yin Zhentong.

But not now, I have to make myself strong enough, strong enough to survive under the Marquis of Weiguo, strong enough to gain a foothold in the White Horse Pavilion!

In this way, we can go back openly!

The dead gray pupils gradually ignited the fire of life. Wang Zimo tied his crazy hair back to his head, cheered up, adjusted his breath, and used his best condition to deal with the next fierce battle.

Corpse King!

At first, the prince thought that the baby was the Corpse King.

Later, he found out that Wang Ji had been fighting at the bottom of the mountain, and he thought that it was the corpse king who was fighting with Wang Ji.

Unexpected!

Unexpectedly, the corpse king turned out to be a half-cut corpse, hiding under the mountain of ten thousand corpses, raising corpses with corpses!

Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain, leaning against the altar!

After a catastrophe, it has now been reduced to a lake of corpse oil, and the smell of fishy and rancid smell is everywhere.

The surface of the lake is golden yellow, and a layer of white grease quickly condenses at low temperatures, and there are stumps and severed arms floating on it, slowly filling the large pit in the middle.

In a few moments, the corpse oil completely solidified, showing a white and dead silence.

Looking at the huge corpse oil lake, Wang Zimo couldn't help but feel numb on his scalp, scratching his head and fingers as if hooked on the skull's withered hair, which was stained with blood and was indistinguishable.

Cruel!

How deep is this lake? How many souls are there under the lake?

Who had ill intentions and buried half of the corpse at the foot of the mountain of ten thousand corpses? What do you want to do if you dare to do anything next to the altar and raise this evil corpse?

Dead stiff stepped on the corpse oil swept in, just like the yellow table paper that Wang Ji took Wang Zimo to the village entrance to burn, the spark was faint, and a gust of wind blew, and it quickly revived.

The calm surface of the oil was trickled out of a path, and Wang Zimo was getting closer and closer.

The melancholy melody echoes in the desolate distance. Countless ethereal spirits were lured by the rhythm of music, like a lost child finding their way home, and they gathered from all directions.

To the north of Yindu are vast fields, but they are neglected and become overgrown.

At this moment, the pieces of land cracked one after another, and the withered palms stretched out, peeling off the dirt, revealing a pair of cloudy and godless eyes.

Among the ghouls, Dai Xiaomo is dressed in white, like a fairy dancing in the sky, and her small jade feet float in the air, sparkling, giving birth to white lotus flowers.

Mo Hongyan stood on the periphery and watched from afar.

This young master of Yangchi is young and innocent, and although he has temporarily received the support of the group of zombies led by the corpse woman, he is still fledgling. I was worried all day long, and I didn't smile until I met my Ruyi Langjun.

"Hey! what a silly girl!"

Seeing Dai Xiaomo enjoying unprecedented happiness, Mo Hongyan shook her head and sighed lightly: "I hope that this trip can get the Human Emperor Mirror, only in this way can the young master gain a foothold in Yangchi." ”

"Beware!"

At that moment, a half-bison-sized figure fell from the sky and kicked Dai Xiaomo's heart with a whirring air. Wang Yu's sharp warning suddenly woke up Mo Hongyan, she hurriedly flew up, stretched out her hand and grabbed the half of the corpse.

In Dai Xiaomo's frightened gaze, half of the corpse actually stopped the attack, turned around in the air and suddenly exerted force, and with a "bang", one of the thousands of ghouls whose eyes gradually cleared his head exploded.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of collision was endless, and one by one the heads fell to the ground one after another, rolling to Dai Xiaomo's feet.

She was immediately annoyed, puffing out her cheeks and about to rush forward.

These dead zombies finally gathered together, and they tried their best to awaken their minds with singing, hoping to produce a corpse king, so that Wang Ji could practice the corpse pill.

I didn't expect to kill Cheng Cheng halfway to bite the gold, kicking the dead stiff who had just developed his mind in the head, and there was no one left!

The half-cut corpse did not love to fight, and after achieving its goal, it quickly fled, disappearing into the night in the blink of an eye.

The night was so long that the prince wondered if Dawn would come again.

I don't know how many bites I have been bitten and how many skins have been scratched! The wounded body was covered with rancid black blood and flesh.

The stiffness was like a tide again, wave after wave of water.

The prince remembered the rice cutting when he was a child, and the long ridges of the ground could not be seen, and every time he looked up, he found that it was only a small advance, and the end was still in the distance.

At that time, he sat on the ground in a gloomy state, waiting for the big man to come back from the front, and then stumbling to keep up with the adults.

Tired!

This time, Wang Zimo was really tired!

He felt tired like never before, his heart was haggard, and even his breathing felt like a burden to his body, and he wanted to stop and forget!

Pingyou was stuck on a stiff shoulder blade, the Heavenly Pestle was inserted in the stiff chest, the ice silkworm gloves in his left hand didn't know where they fell, and his palms were covered with slimy grease.

The prince squatted silently on the ground, letting his rigidity come over like a mountain, and his body and mind were wiped to ashes!

He closed his eyes in despair, and suddenly, the silent night was torn apart by an eager scream.

"Squeak!"

The chubby white baby screamed, stepped on top of the many stiff heads, and pounced on the prince!

Stiff and retreating, the baby waved his immature little hand and scratched the prince's eyebrows, and in an instant, a grimace suddenly appeared, making a hoarse "ahhhh

"They think of me as an enemy, is it because of this grimace?"

The prince came to his senses.

The grimace that was reflected in the baby's black pupils before was originally thought to be in the ghost fire, but I didn't expect it to come from him, and what scared the baby was also the grimace that ran out of Lu Dutian's body!

Ghouls are a word, but they are a pair of long-standing enemies!

The corpse has a body, but the ghost is invisible.

If the ghost takes possession of the corpse, and it is a spirit corpse with a newly born consciousness, it will be a catastrophic catastrophe!

"Silly boy, what are you still doing in a daze, come with me!"

Wang Zimo turned his head with difficulty, just in time to see Xue Jianniang's increasingly youthful face. He was immediately alert, his eyes widened in horror, and he shook his head and struggled to move back.

Last time, it was because of Xue Jiaoniang, the fake Xue Jiaoniang, that he was brought to the stage that he became the miserable picture he is now.

"I'm a real mother-in-law, look at it!" Xue Jianniang took two steps forward, and Wang Zimo took two steps back.

Wang Zimo, who had already prepared his heart to die, was scared after seeing Xue Jianniang. He is not even afraid of death, but he is afraid of being deceived!

The prince shook his head stubbornly.

"Let's go?" Seeing the prince's fearful eyes full of vigilance, Xue Jiaoniang couldn't help but blame herself. "Hey, silly boy, I'm really scared of being deceived!"

If there was no such play, if you wanted to sharpen Wang Zimo's temperament, things would not have turned out like this. Things that were originally controllable became out of control, and everything became elusive to Wang Zimo.

"I'm a real girl!

Xue Jiaoniang was concerned about the safety of Prince Mo, and after discovering that the yin and yang aura of heaven and earth was no longer disordered, she immediately turned back. Suddenly found that Wang Zimo was surrounded by a group of dead deadlocks, and couldn't help but blame himself secretly, but he didn't expect things to become out of control.

She originally wanted to break Wang Zimo's sharpness, let him retreat from the difficulty, stay in Yindu with peace of mind, and train well.

It's just that she can't imagine that Wang Zimo ate a Flame Blue Ice Pill halfway, which caused celestial phenomena, not to mention, but also brought out the Heavenly Tribulation of the Corpse King.

Double Tribulation!

Only thirty percent of them were caused by the Flame Blue Ice Pill.

The stupid boy didn't know why, so he was stunned and carried seventy percent. Not to mention the benefits of the corpse king fisherman, he also wanted to repeat the story of Dongguo and the wolf, but he was greedy for the remaining elixir essence in Wang Zimo's body.

She bent down and picked up Wang Zimo on her back.

Looking back at the battlefield of the baby and the grimace, his fingers flew, and suddenly the grimace was weakened, and he fled towards the ghost cry alley with a wail.

"Hey, people and ghosts are already strangers, and now I saved the spirit corpse and formed a good fate, but I offended the ghost crying alley. Tonight...... It's time again!"

Xue Jiaoniang sighed, carried Wang Zimo on her back, and flew towards Yin Ruins by stepping on the clouds.