Finally able to catch his breath, this Dark Hell Road really deserves its reputation, such a low-strength dry corpse has caused such a sharp attack on the two of them, I am afraid that the road behind will be even more difficult.

Although they have kept their positions now and are not in a hurry, in the face of seemingly endless dried corpses, Feng Ling and the others don't know what to do!

Although the corpses were shielded from ten meters away, they did not lose interest in attacking again, they were tireless, they did not know how to give up, they still insisted on stationing outside, trying to attack from time to time, but they would definitely be burned by the "baptism" released by Feng Ling. This has been repeated many times, and there is no retreat. The dried corpses of the entire First Ghost City gathered here, and the black pressed a large area. These walking dead are all around, shaking their limbs aimlessly, looking restless!

"We have to find a way to get out of here, and then your light elemental power will be exhausted!" Jin Xuerong reminded looking at the endless dried corpses on the periphery. This is not a long-term solution, and Feng Ling has to release a "baptism" to protect him around every once in a while to prevent the invasion of dried corpses. They don't feel tired, but Wind Ling is flesh and blood after all, and besides, there is a lack of light elements here, and Wind Ling is not fully supplied, and the situation will become critical again!

"I've already looked around, and there is no exit to escape, it seems that in this dark prison passage, I have to break through the pass before I can get out!" Feng Ling didn't think about this problem, he probed all over early, and he didn't even see the city gate where he went out, and he didn't even know when the city gate he entered disappeared without a trace!

It's like a battle of trapped beasts, you can get in, you can't get out, and now you can't regret it!

Just when the two of them were thinking about how to break the switch, a roar suddenly came from the periphery of the encirclement!

Roar!

The sound shook the heavens and the earth, piercing the heavens and the earth with the unique power of the king, and came in awe!

When all the dry corpses heard this, they all began to tremble, and they couldn't help but kneel on the ground, and even Feng Ling, who had been coveting them, didn't look at them anymore. Quickly get out of the way and get back on your stomach!

"Corpse King!" Feng Ling said in shock. Since I was a child, my father had said that every race in this Dark Hell Dao has its own king, but not everyone who has entered the cultivation can meet it. Their appearance is also random, and this Hellland is a test not only of strength, but also of luck. A strong cultivator is not only reflected in the extraordinary strength, but also in the deeds of fortune. Only people with outstanding strength and good fortune can achieve one party and leave a name for thousands of years!

With a wry smile, Feng Ling felt that he was the most unlucky challenger, and in the first battle, he met the elusive king, and God was really playing with him. Every step he took was more difficult than others, and there was not a single lucky touch.

As soon as the king's majesty came out, all the dried corpses crawled and withdrew from here. They know that the king doesn't need the help of his own miscellaneous soldiers, which can only degrade the dignity of the king!

The venue, which was crowded just now, became empty at this moment, and a huge dried corpse looked at Feng Ling and the others from afar. This corpse is three times the size of an ordinary dry corpse, and its eyes are also shriveled, but they are more agile. Although the eyeballs are still as gray, they can be turned, and they are not stuck in the eye sockets like other dried corpses, and they cannot move. It opened its mouth wide and roared angrily, and many maggots actually fell out of it with the opening of its mouth, shaking its body, disgusting!

The souls of these dried corpses are sealed in the ** before death, and the water is removed through the action of runes, so that they can move freely without decaying. But this corpse king actually has maggots on his body, which means that it no longer belongs to the ranks of dry corpses, and already has the characteristics of living beings, as long as time permits, it can use cultivation to re-brew the flesh and return to life! However, that is obviously out of reach, and the corpse king in front of him is estimated to have survived for tens of thousands of years before he can have such savings.

"Okay now, all the rats have evacuated, now you only need to deal with this one!" Jin Xuerong let out a long sigh of relief, and the feeling of grievance just now was swept away!

Feng Ling was shocked in his heart, and secretly thought to himself: "That's right, although this corpse king is the Ning Dan Eightfold Realm, it is much stronger than the previous dry corpse, but it is also much easier to deal with than the black pressure just now!" Feng Ling's frowning brows spread out with Jin Xuerong's words, just now he was indeed on the tip of the horns, and it is not that he has never met such a strong person who cultivates, and even the strong man at the peak of the Ning Dan Realm has encountered it several times. Although this dry corpse is not afraid of physical attacks, it is stronger, but it is not impossible to break through, it seems that as long as you get this corpse king, you can enter the second ghost city!

Ready for battle, Feng Ling removed the dark iron that had not been removed for a long time, and his body suddenly became much more relaxed. Stretching his limbs, he felt as light as a swallow.

When Jin Xuerong saw this scene, she also sighed in her heart, she thought that this guy was evil enough, but she didn't expect that she would have reservations. With the strength of his gold element cultivator, he could naturally see the weight of these dark irons. If it were himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to move freely with two pieces, this guy actually carried twelve pieces of dark iron and still had such strength. If he didn't know everything about his cultivation, he would really doubt whether he was only a cultivator of the Ning Dan Fivefold Realm.

Feng Ling's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he didn't wait for the corpse king to attack, so he attacked first.

Seeing that the weak ant in his eyes actually dared to challenge himself, the majesty of the king was seriously provoked, and he roared again, and with a punch with a slight sound of breaking through the air, he violently bombarded away.

Taking off the wind of the dark iron, at this moment it is like a flying swallow, one is somersaulting, the sole of the foot is lit with the fist of the corpse king, and the other is sideways, and the flying kick is kicked.

This kick seems to be powerless, but it contains the truth of the water, soft and rigid. As soon as it touched the chest of the Corpse King, it burst out with incomparable strength, kicking the sturdy Corpse King out and falling to the ground.

Feng Ling dusted his feet indifferently, looking frivolous.

Seeing this, the Corpse King was furious, and blasted at Feng Ling again.

In battle, everyone is afraid to use the same moves against the enemy, so as not to be seen through by others and dissolve their power. This corpse king is good, not only does not change his moves, but also bombards in the same direction, which is really incomprehensible. Feng Ling, who was calm before, suddenly became cautious, there must be something in this, even if this corpse king's intelligence was not fully opened, but he would not do such a ridiculous thing by instinct.

Sure enough, this seems to be the same move, but it is even more powerful than before. The moment he got close to Feng Ling, the fist disappeared for a while, and he actually changed direction and attacked from the side. After experiencing so many battles, it was the first time Feng Ling had encountered such a strange fist, and for a while he could only rely on his extraordinary reflexes and speed, dodging again and again, and being passive.