"Boom. ”

The demonic fog soared into the sky, covering the heavens and the earth. A black mist hung between the heavens and the earth.

The corpse qi around was surging, and the dim corpse qi drifted towards Ning Wuji's location. Ning Wujian was surrounded by a faint light, his mind was silent, and when the gloomy qi pounced on him, it was blocked by an inexplicable aura, and wisps of corpse qi could only helplessly bypass his body and drift farther away.

The figure of the "Witch Book" has disappeared, and the corpse qi in the sky has begun to change.

In the gloomy corpse air, a figure swayed.

The corpse qi flowed slowly, overflowing, and wisps of corpse qi condensed together in the air, forming monsters one after another. Floating in the air, like a puppet, his hands hanging weakly, his long hair stained with viscous liquid was scattered, like evil spirits in hell.

Suddenly, a strange rhythm sounded, and the flow of corpse qi accelerated, and more humanoid creatures appeared in the sky.

With a pale face, an emaciated physique, and a painful expression that seemed to exist only before death, a humanoid creature looked as if it had just been mutated by a corpse that had just died.

In the corpse air in the sky, a strange rhythm permeated, but the voice was different from the previous hoarse and low, it was a soft magnetism, and the magnetism was slightly hoarse.

"Kill!"

The ghosts that covered the heavens and the earth suddenly raised their heads at the same time, and their scarlet eyes shone with brilliant brilliance, which was breathtaking, as if the evil ghosts had reborn.

The overwhelming corpses slowly moved forward, and the corpses scattered one by one were like mechanical dolls, stiffly stepping forward, as if they had just returned from the deepest part of hell, and there was an indescribable breath of death all over their bodies.

The whole sky was surrounded by dead bodies, on the ground, in mid-air. In the air, there were corpse figures everywhere, and pupils flashing with scarlet blood light everywhere.

Countless corpses slowly walked out of the dim corpse air, squeezing the world into a water, where nothing could be seen except the dead corpses, and even the sky was obscured.

Ning Wujian squinted, the curse law was the most mysterious and weird, and the "Witch Book" was a book of desolate Taoism, so he was naturally proficient in the power of curses. This kind of strength can kill people invisibly, even if the strong are accidentally hit, they will die without a place to be buried.

These corpses may seem weak, but who is sure that this is not a curse?

The strange rhythm is like a jade version of the slap, and it is like a golden ring slamming.

Sometimes it roars like a demon, and the wind howls, like a symphony of hell. Sometimes it is like a clear spring. The river sings, and a wonderful landscape of mountains and rivers seems to be displayed in front of you.

Strange and peculiar rhythms drift between heaven and earth, undulating and undulating.

Zombie Dance!

"Whew!"

A low ghost roar sounded in the heavens and the earth, making people feel their scalps tingling. The limbs are cold, and the spine is filled with ice.

In this intertwined and undulating ghost roar, Ning Wuqian also had a feeling of falling into the ice cellar, in an instant. Ning Wuji's body grew black hair, like a ghost mist, very similar to the "Witch Book".

Rumble. The intense flames rushed out of Ning Wuji's body, burning all over his body, the divine flames in his body dispelled the cold, and strands of black hair were burned off, Ning Wujian was secretly frightened, and a few trances flashed in his mind, as if he was standing at the entrance of hell, and the endless ghosts were about to tear him to pieces in the next moment.

This is the terrible law of curses, the ten taboo laws, each with its own taboos, especially the laws of curses, the laws of time, and the laws of fate that are invisible but can be felt, and the shot is also in nothingness.

Whoever has a stronger understanding of the law will have the upper hand.

And the "Witch Book" obviously knew that Lu Dao Ning came back to save Sun Wukong, and set a trap in advance, with mental calculations or unintentional, this curse is the supreme taboo in the "Witch Book" record that appeared in the sea of ghosts, and it is extremely terrifying, even the "Witch Book" itself is not willing to be contaminated with this curse, and it is rarely used.

The rhythm of the sound surrounded the ears of the dead corpses, like a spell into their bodies.

The blurred facial features that were originally hidden under the wet black hair became clear at this time. A pale and bloodless face, black and purple lips, Morihan's sharp fangs, and only the white of the eyes.

The moment they raised their heads, it was as if they had strayed into hell.

A strong stench came with the wind at this moment, death, corpse, blood, the stench of decay, and a strong smell of burial soil.

"Ahh

A corpse became furious in the rhythm, its black hair fluttering in the air, its scarlet blood pupils bursting with infinite killing intent, its eerie fanged mouth spitting out a gray-white gas from time to time, and the foul-smelling yellow liquid constantly lowered from its mouth.

Suddenly, a sharp sound piercing the eardrum came from the corpse qi, the dead corpses seemed to have received some order, their bodies became extremely fast, the sound of tearing the air continued to sound, and the dead corpses shouted frantically, rushing towards Ning Wujian.

Tens of thousands of dead bodies rushed to slaughter, as if they had struggled out of hell.

Bang!

A sea of stars appeared in the sky, countless stars fell down, emitting scorching flames, meteors smashed down, smashing countless dead bodies, and meteors with flames smashed craters on the earth, and the flames burned.

And those dead corpses were not afraid, even if they were surrounded by flames, they had to rush towards Ning Wujian.

The corpses attacked and killed, and the corpses in the sky were surrounded by Ning Wuji.

Ning Wujian was able to wipe out hundreds of thousands of dead corpses with a wave of his hand, but these dead corpses seemed to be able to continuously regenerate, and even fuse with each other to become more powerful corpses. Like a flying locust, it is inexhaustible.

Bang!

Among the dead corpses, there was a powerful existence that struck, and the sound of an incomparably powerful force colliding sounded between heaven and earth.

The rumbling sound kept sounding, as if the whole sky was filled with constant thunder. The beautiful rhythm, the roar of the corpse, and then drowned out in the fierce fighting.

Gradually, the number of dead corpses was decreasing, but Ning Wuqian found that the strength of these dead corpses was also getting stronger and stronger, from tens of millions to tens of thousands, almost from the strength of mortals to the realm of heavenly immortals.

From tens of thousands, to thousands, it is the transformation of the amount of golden immortal power!

Roar!

At the end, there was only a thin corpse left on the ground, and the thin corpse was extremely powerful, and its thin body looked like a weak person.

But it wasn't until the fierce battle that it was discovered that the thin body seemed to be made of fine steel plates, and every collision made a sonorous sound of swords colliding.

His strength is even more violent, and with every blow, the void is torn apart, and from thousands of ordinary people, a hybrid powerhouse is forcefully catalyzed, this kind of means is really amazing......!