Although the number is difficult to estimate, these so-called "underworld corpses" are far less physical strength than the three evil corpses in the Beast Domain that were refined from the remains of the master. After Tang Ling drove Lan Yue away with a wisp of soul-devouring fire, the Breaking Wave Palm was cast again and again, blocking the crowd of corpses like a tide. However, although every palm can be exchanged for dozens of corpses that will be shattered, countless corpses are swarming from all directions, and they have to take into account the safety of Zhao Zhuheng and others behind them, plus worrying about Yun'er at home, Tang Ling can't help but feel impatient in his heart.

Raising his palm again and sweeping away the corpse on one side, Tang Ling had already asked Zhao Zhuheng, "Have you ever brought a weapon?"

Although they were protected by Tang Ling, Zhao Zhuheng and the others were already on guard with weapons, although they didn't know what kind of foreign object the so-called "corpse" was, but the other party's eyes were dull, and their behavior was the same as that of a bloodthirsty beast, so they could already see that it was an evil obstacle. was about to open his mouth to ask for battle, but he didn't expect Tang Ling to ask first, and at that moment Zhao Zhuheng had already spoken: "King Fengyun, your subordinates please fight, and together we will crusade against these evil obstacles." ”

"These corpses are not something you can handle. Tang Ling shook his head, "But your weapons can save me a lot of time." ”

After speaking, Tang Ling's left hand still used the Breaking Wave Palm to resist the siege of the corpse, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword in the hands of Zhao Zhuheng and the others actually broke free from the master's hand on its own, suspended in mid-air, buzzing.

Tang Ling stared at the weapons in the air and muttered, "Six, it should be enough." ”

With a heavy snort, Tang Ling actually forcibly awakened the Lock Spirit Pattern that was still on the verge of backlash, and extracted a large amount of origin from it and poured it into the weapon he had chosen.

The roar of the corpse continued, and when the waves broke and the applause was mighty, Zhao Zhuheng and the others did not hear Tang Ling's whispering clearly, but they clearly saw that on his right palm, which had been stretched out, six kinds of red, yellow, orange, green, blue, and purple shimmers actually flashed, and they were pouring into one of the six swords suspended in the sky. And when this six-colored light flashed, the surrounding corpses seemed to be stimulated, and the swarming momentum became a little more ferocious, and even the rest of the corpses that had scattered out earlier, looking for flesh and blood to eat, were also attracted and turned back one after another, rushing towards Tang Ling.

In the face of the group of corpses that had risen again, Tang Ling did not move, and the Wave Breaking Palm was used one after another, keeping the other party out of the thunder pool, and at the same time, the origin of the six clans still overflowed in his palm, and he couldn't help pouring the sword into the air. The rest of the weapons that had not received such a gift had long since been shattered by his strength, and he roamed among the corpses, carrying a sharp edge, and could not help but hurt the enemy.

In addition to not knowing pain and not fearing life and death, the body of the underworld corpse is just a step stronger than that of ordinary mortal warriors. Under the dual resistance of Tang Ling's broken wave palm and weapon fragments, there have been many losses. It's just that there are a large number of them, but this bit of loss has not really broken the muscles and bones, but those broken flesh and blood that survived under the sharp edge of the palm have unfortunately become the residue of the same clan.

Tang Ling manipulated the fragments of the weapon at this time, cast the Breaking Wave Fierce Palm, and refined the sword with the origin of the six clans, with one heart and three uses. But the purgatory scene of the same kind devouring each other also came into his sight without missing a minute, and although he was not angry at the moment, the gloom in his tone became more and more intense: "It seems that after three thousand years of rising, the Heng clan now has no bones to speak of, and it is even easy to use this kind of evil art that disobeys the six clans. In that case......"

The angry words came suddenly, and the six weapons in the sky each bloomed with dazzling light, and the humming sound was even more harsh.

"You wait to greet you with a sea of corpses, and I will respond with a spirit soldier! Dust to dust, dust to earth, since you are dead, then Tang Ling has to let you wait for you to get real rest!"

The six "spirit soldiers", with Tang Ling's long roar, each showed their own hideousness. Like a gale, like a flood, it slashed through the bodies of the corpses in an instant, and everywhere the edge passed, all those dead foreign objects turned into ashes! Just a few breaths, the "mountains and fields" in Lan Yue's mouth had all been destroyed.

Annihilated countless corpses, Tang Ling also stayed for a long time, his hands were pushed back, and the six-handled spirit soldiers seemed to have a feeling, and they returned in an instant, standing in front of Zhao Zhuheng and others.

"Bring these six spirit soldiers back to the sea of blood and hand them over to Li Changhe, he knows how to deal with them. ”

After an admonition, Tang Ling didn't wait for Zhao Zhuheng to reply, and his thin body had already risen from the ground, disappearing from their sight with the fragments of the weapon that had just been shattered.

At this time, Tang Lingyuner settled in the town for a long time.

The words "purgatory on earth" are no longer enough to describe this place.

There is still a quiet and peaceful place in front of the half-pillar incense, like a paradise town, and at this moment the corpses are all over the field, full of devastation and mystery. Thousands of lifeless figures of Mune are now swooping down on the corpses of the townspeople, devouring flesh and blood. The screams and wails were endless, and the bloody rancid stench filled all directions.

At this moment, Yun'er bit her lip tightly and hid in her home with more than a dozen women and children who were finally rescued. Facing the neighbors in the town who were safe and quiet in the past and now trembling, Yun'er can only resist the door of the house for them at the moment, as if she hopes to keep out the incomplete number of tonight with this simple move.

The house was already crying. The survivors in the house are all old and weak women and children, Yun'er has a meager cultivation, and only knows how to jump into the sky, and can rescue them, most of them are because the men in the town struggled to cover and sacrifice their lives. Despite this, there is still no taste of the aftermath of the catastrophe in the house, but it is exaggerated by horror and sadness.

A child who usually came to listen to the story pulled at the corner of Yun'er's clothes, and his cry had already made his otherwise immature voice hoarse: "Sister fairy, where is my father?

"Hmm......"

As the person who rescued the child here, Yun'er naturally knew how his parents were now, but the tragic situation made this "fairy sister" who didn't know what irritability and sadness was, and was only interested in following Tang Ling's side, felt a little inexplicable self-blame.

"If I had practiced well with Ling......"

Perhaps Yun'er's self-blame was discerned, a woman hurriedly came to take the child away, persuaded him to stop crying, and then said to Yun'er: "Miss Yun'er, please don't blame yourself, if you don't come to the rescue, I'm afraid we people will not escape bad luck." ”

Although it was comforting, the woman's voice was trembling, and she was obviously in extreme panic, Yun'er listened, and her eyes couldn't help but burst with tears of chagrin: "Thank you." ”

A word of thanks, as if she had made up some kind of determination for Yun'er, leaned down and said to the woman: "Here Aunt Lao is taking care of me, I ...... Then go out and see if there are any surviving folks. ”

"Absolutely never!"

Yun'er's words immediately attracted the reaction of several people in the room. They have been with Tang Lingyun'er for several months, and naturally know that this innocent "fairy" is pregnant at the moment, so in order to avoid fetal gas, they must be careful in every move. What's more, the danger outside is undecided, and they really don't want to let Yun'er get involved in it anymore. At that moment, I saw an old man walking forward, his face full of worry: "Miss Yun'er, you have obviously put a lot of effort into saving us here, and it is fortunate that you did not trigger the fetal gas." Now that you have to go out, if there is any accident, how can we see Mr. Tang Ling again?"

Yun'er hurriedly shook her head and forced herself to relax: "It's okay, I'm armed with immortal arts, and those villains can't help me." There is a formation set up by Ling here, and there will be no danger for you to stay here. ”

After that, Yun'er ignored the objections of the villagers and pushed open the door.