"Shhh

After a dull low roar, the living dead standing opposite Yang Xian bent his legs slightly, and suddenly stood up, and his body rushed towards Yang Xian like a cannonball. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under the bleak moonlight, the big man in tattered clothes, the long nails on the ten fingers of his hands reflected a faint blue-white light, and grabbed Yang Xian's chest.

The others were in mid-air, and before they arrived, a fishy smell was already blowing in their faces.

Under the moonlight, Yang Xian stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the flying big man and frowning slightly.

Just when this living corpse was still more than a foot away from him, Yang Xian opened his mouth and let out a soft shout, "Duh!"

After this clear sound was issued, the living corpse that was rushing in the air seemed to be rammed by an invisible giant hammer, and there were a few clear "clicks", and the two straight arms were suddenly deformed and twisted, and the entire body that was rushing forward was suddenly still in mid-air, and then flew backwards like a cannonball.

After a series of "bang, bang, bang" sounds, rows of living corpses standing behind were knocked out in all directions, and the "click" sound was endless, and they fell to the ground.

The upside-down corpse castrated non-stop until it hit a road, and then it couldn't fall to the ground.

"Hiss"

There was a roar.

Just as Yang Xian was about to retreat the living corpses that pounced, the groups of living corpses that surrounded him roared at the same time, all of them rushed towards Yang Xian.

The fishy smell became thicker and thicker, and wisps of black gas slowly emerged from the mouths and noses of these living corpses, and green smoke and mist enveloped the audience.

Some of these living corpses are still intact, while others are already decomposed, and even half of their bodies are gone, but there are flesh buds at the wounds that continue to wriggle, and the situation is extremely strange.

They moved like the wind, and before the roar sounded, they had already jumped up and arrived in front of Yang Xian in an instant.

"Duh!duh!"

Sensing the approach of these living corpses, Yang Xian did not turn back, and let out three consecutive shouts, the sound shook the sky, and the houses in the entire small mountain village seemed to shake three times, and the roof tiles made a clicking sound and trembled.

The first word "duh" came out, and all the living corpses that rushed towards him shook at the same time, stagnating in mid-air, and then "clicking" to the ground.

After the second sound of the word "duh" was issued, the bodies of these living corpses after landing on the ground shook again, and their knees made a clear sound of "click", and they involuntarily knelt down towards Yang Xian.

When the third sound of the word "duh" came out, the living corpses around Yang Xian wailed in unison, as if they were pressed by a huge mountain, their heads "clicked" down, their backs bent like bows, and they slammed to the ground, unable to get up again.

Under the cold moonlight, hundreds of living corpses formed a big circle, and the five bodies fell to the ground towards Yang Xian, who was standing with his hands in the center of the circle, this situation was extremely weird.

Streams of black gas kept coming out of their mouths in the low roars of these living corpses, and then spread out in all directions, enveloping Yang Xian.

"Evil crooked, be punished!"

Yang Xian stood in the middle of the living corpses, his face sinking like water, and shouted loudly: "Who is killing people and refining corpses?

His words didn't sound very loud, but after saying them, the night birds flew in fright, and the mountains responded, and the rumbling lasted for a long time.

As he began to speak, the dark aura surrounding him dissipated in a blink of an eye, and the hundreds of living corpses that were screaming on the ground also fell eerily silent.

Yang Xian shouted a few times, but the empty mountain was silent, and there was no answer.

Seeing this, Yang Xian stopped shouting and walked towards a living corpse not far away.

It was a small child, bare and bruised, and there seemed to be maggots wriggling under his skin, making his bare skin undulating like the wind blowing the surface of the water.

Yang Xian sighed, raised his foot and stomped lightly, and a soft force came from the ground, lifting the child lying on the ground.

"Hiss"

The child's skin was rotten, and the flesh was constantly wriggling around the edges of the carrion, looking disgusting and eerie.

After he turned over, he raised his body and kept hissing at Yang Xian, but he couldn't stand up.

Yang Xian sighed slightly, stretched out his palm and slashed at the child in front of him.

An invisible sword qi flew out, instantly breaking through the child's chest and abdomen, forming a long knife edge.

With a soft "bang", a thick black gas erupted from the child's body, forming a black cloud that seemed to be like substance, suspended in the air and swaying in the wind, but did not disperse.

"Whew!"

After Yang Xian blew lightly, the small suspended black cloud suddenly dispersed, and the wisps floated into the sky.

He looked down at the large opening in the child's chest and abdomen, and the moonlight was clear, and something was gently squirming in the child's abdomen.

Yang Xiangong gathered his eyes and found that these wriggling things were by no means viscera and intestines, but things like tree roots, similar to the tentacles of some marine animals, and they were dancing at this time, and a few of them seemed to feel the perfect outside space of the abdominal cavity, and they were poking out of the body little by little, stretching out with their heads held high like snakes.

"Bugs!"

After Yang Xian saw these tentacle-like things clearly, his face became more and more gloomy, "Sure enough, it was made by the puppet gate!"

As if sensing Yang Xian's presence, the tentacle-like things in the child's abdomen raised their heads in unison and aimed at Yang Xian, and his head suddenly split into three petals, revealing fine and dense sharp teeth, dancing with the wind like grass.

Just as Yang Xian lowered his head and went down, these tentacles flew out of the child's abdominal cavity, and dozens of long tentacles formed a meat cover, heading towards Yang Xian's hood.

In the mid-air that flew in, all the tentacles in these meat shields opened their three-petal mouths, like thousands of poisonous snakes.

Looking at the flying "meat cover", Yang Xian showed disgust, raised his arm and swung his fist, and blasted forward.

"Boom!"

After his punch was struck, the invisible energy surged like a mountain, and it slammed towards the front like an iron wall.

The flying "meat cover" had already been blasted in the air before it could reach its body, exploding into a purple-black blood mist, and then the blood mist was blasted into the distance by the wall of air and disappeared in a moment.

After blasting the flying tentacles, Yang Xian suddenly let out a long roar, and his body swam like lightning in the small village, turning into a cloud of phantoms, and the hundreds of living corpses that were screaming on the ground were all thrown into the air by him and fell into a nearby mansion.

In the midst of a series of dull sounds, Yang Xian knocked down several houses with his fists, threw flammable materials such as wooden beams and reeds into the courtyard, and then rubbed his palms together, slashing more than ten palms into the courtyard one after another.

The energy of his more than ten palms was extremely hot, and he almost had the ability to melt iron and gold, and the reeds, foils, bamboo mats and other things that were split by his palm were instantly ignited, thick smoke rose, and tongues of fire came out.

Soon, all the living corpses piled up in this courtyard were ignited by the fire, and one by one the living corpses roared in a low voice, trying to crawl out of the fire, but they were all blown up by Yang Xian, who was guarding outside the courtyard.

A gust of wind blew, the fire borrowed the wind, it became bigger and bigger, and the tongue of fire several feet high swayed towards the sky, and the reflected Yang Xian's face was uncertain.

The chaotic roar became lower and lower, and gradually became silent, and the smell of fishy smell filled the entire mountain village.

"Puppet Gate!"

Yang Xian clenched his fists, "In troubled times, can't you evil crooked ways be unbearable?"