Black was originally the most common color of the Qin people, and black clothes and black armor, including the standard long swords used by the army, were all black.

However, the black-shirted boy's blackness was different, extraordinarily profound, exuding an unimaginable death.

Even for Xu Fu, the appearance of this black-shirted boy was very abrupt.

It seemed that he suddenly appeared in everyone's sight like that, and then the black dead air on his body slid down the corners of his clothes like flowing water, and flowed down the ground.

Not only Xu Fu, but all the cultivators in the barracks knew who this black-shirted young man was.

In the whole world, among all the cultivators who practiced Yin God and Ghost Things, only Yan Ying's disciple could be so young and powerful.

It's just that even Xu Fu didn't understand what it meant for this black-shirted young man to appear like this.

"Do you think he can deal with the sword formation alone?"

His brows furrowed deeply, and he asked at the Tantai Guan Sword, "Using such a cultivator of a similar age to deal with the entire sword formation, this is what you want me to see?"

Yutai Guanjian looked at him quietly and asked rhetorically, "Why not?"

Xu Fu was a little angry.

Many of the old people in Changling are very well-cultivated, and he and Moshoucheng are like this.

He didn't understand why he was a little angry, but he was inexplicably angry.

"It's just that my sword formation is all children, so it's not okay for the Bashan Sword Field to deal with it, and it's not for me to deal with it. He couldn't help but sneer, "If the Bashan Sword Field killed these children, it would always be bad to spread the word that so many children were killed." If you don't kill it, this sword array is powerful and invincible in the battle array, which is enough to become the key to the decisive victory of the battle. But Ding Ning and Lin Zhujiu thought that as long as a cultivator of the same age was used to deal with this sword formation, there would be no such problem? Just one cultivator would be enough to deal with my sword formation?"

Tantai Guanjian could understand the old man's emotions at this time.

This sword formation not only consumed this old man's precious ten years of time, but also consumed the precious cultivation resources of the entire Great Qin Dynasty in the past ten years.

These teenage children were also originally selected cultivation geniuses from all over the world.

No matter how talented Yan Ying's disciples are, even if they get the wealth left by Yan Ying, even if they get the personal teaching of Ding Ning and others, can they compare with the gifts of the entire dynasty?

What's more, he's only one person.

"I understand why you're angry. ”

A cultivator of the level of the Tantai Guanjian didn't need to hide his inner emotions at all, he looked at Xu Fu and shook his head calmly, "But things will never be as simple as you think, and what you said is also what you think." Since Ding Ning wants you to come, he naturally has his reasons. ”

Xu Fu took a deep breath.

He also woke up to the fact that in front of his juniors, he shouldn't be such a gaffe.

He shook his head, not wanting to say anything, just watching.

Tongcheng, not far away, has also been alarmed by the dark clouds brought by the arrival of Tengjiao, and there are many smoke and dust rising in the city, thinking that some troops are also rapidly assembling.

However, the area around this barracks is becoming quieter and quieter.

With the flow of black air on the body of the black-clothed boy Qian Tomb on the school ground, even the slight sound of the insect disappeared.

But for some reason, as this world became quieter and quieter, so quiet that even the sound of falling leaves could be heard, out of nowhere, the sound of the piano came.

The sound of the piano is very low, if there is nothing, it seems to disappear at any time, and there is no fluctuation of vitality.

However, hearing the sound of the piano, Xu Fu's face changed suddenly.

......

Dust suddenly rose on the school grounds.

Grains of sand do not scatter in all directions, but they levitate straight upwards.

The black qi flowing from the thousand tombs was like heavy water, overflowing on the ground, but at this time, a trace of black qi was seeping out of the hard mud and flying straight up.

The ground began to shake.

The entire barracks began to shake.

The horses in the barracks began to panic, and countless shouts of restraint rang out.

At this moment, the air above the barracks was cut into countless pieces by a dazzling sword light, and then turned into countless chaotic and rotating wind currents!

The boys and girls in the barracks had already felt the hostility of the Thousand Tombs, and they also felt that the Thousand Tombs had already made a move.

The ground of the schoolyard cracked one by one, and then it was pushed open by more black gas, flipped upwards.

The flying sword flying above the barracks quickly reacted to the vitality of the Yin God and Ghost Creatures, and the flying sword brought out a series of flashing sword paths, which were actually constantly gathering sunlight.

The entire barracks became brighter and brighter, so bright that it was dazzling, so bright that it was just a bright mass at all, and the flying sword inside could not be seen.

The blazing sunlight was originally the nemesis of the vitality of the Yin God and ghosts, but the Thousand Tombs seemed to be unmoved.

The black qi on his arms became more and more intense, and he couldn't see his palms, two black gases went deep into the ground, and with the slight movement of his arms, the ground instantly boiled completely, and pieces of hard soil weighing more than a thousand catties flew up like light fluttering feathers.

In an instant, a black mountain rose from the ground.

On the black mountain, there are countless tombstones, like a forest.

This is the Thousand Tombs Mountain, Yan Ying's natal object, and it is also the natal object of the Thousand Tombs' life.

When the sound of the piano, which had nothing to do with this battle, sounded, Xu Fu's face had changed greatly, and when the Thousand Tombs Mountain rose at this time, Xu Fu's pupils suddenly contracted violently!

The Thousand Tombs Mountain is not strange and mysterious to the entire world of cultivators.

However, the Thousand Tombs Mountain at this time is very different from the Thousand Tombs Mountain in previous records.

At the moment when the black shirt rose up, the black rocks and soil under the tombstones were also instantly loosened.

Tombstones float like dirt on the school yard at this time.

Below the tombstone, a series of figures appeared.

This Dao figure is a dead thing, and they all have that unique smell of decay and filth, and to cultivators, it is like mold spots on rotten food that they are most reluctant to touch.

But what makes people's hearts palpitate is that the vitality fluctuations in these dead objects are very powerful and terrifying.

The figure of the Thousand Tombs disappeared in the Black Mountain.

Many "cultivators" who exuded the smell of decay left Montenegro and marched to the barracks ahead.

Uncontrollable exclamations emanated from the barracks.

These voices are very immature.

The extremely young cultivators who made up the barracks had never encountered such an enemy.

The vitality in the bodies of these "cultivators" surged out, and the sound of countless huge mountains moving sounded in the sky.

A storm ensued.

Countless storms created by the fall of the Heaven and Earth Vitality.

Xu Fu's face was very pale.

These "cultivators" are obviously dead creatures that have been refined into puppets, but they also obviously all have the power of the Seven Realms.