Mars bounced, and the branches of dried meat were skewed to the ground and inserted into the mud. Zuo Zhengyang rubbed his lips, stubble, and stood up with his cloak.

In the eyes, the misty forest opposite, a ragged old man was fixed there motionless, under his gray and scattered hair, he could only see some face, and a rich stench filled the air.

"The corpse smell...is not right, it's the corpse gas!"

Zuo Zhengyang's eyes sterned, and he reached back and grabbed it. He flew over the two long swords on the tree body and fell into his hand. The other one flew too, hanging it to his back.

The wind blew across the dark forest, and the fallen leaves rustled by our feet.

In the shadow over there, the figure emitting corpse smell slowly raised his head, with no trace of blood on his face, gray and dark, and only the whites of his eyes were visible when he opened his eyes.

Uh...uh...

His lips opened slightly, revealing fangs, and a stream of corpse gas spread from the corners of his mouth, and his white eyes stared straight at the one-armed man opposite him.

"A man who practices Taoism...hehe..."

Zuo Zhengyang frowned slightly. This was the corpse monster who was still conscious and could speak. However, the moment the thought came out, the figure on the opposite side stepped heavily on the ground, turning into afterimages and rushed towards him.

Zuo Zhengyang turned around and kicked the tree body. As the leaves flew down, they rose into the air. The gray-white palms waving from the opposite side grabbed the tree body with their fingertips, and four deep marks were scraped out.

The wood chips splashed, and the figure fell from mid-air. The cloak rolled out a "wow" sound of cloth. The next moment it brushed away, the long-handled knife poked out, and pulled out a cold light, slashing the back of the corpse monster.

The ragged and dirty robe was torn by the knife, like a butterfly flying, revealing the skin and bones of the thin and scalp scales. They stumbled against a nearby tree, and the tree was shaken.

Zuo Zhengyang fell to the ground, waved his knife with one arm, and the tip of the knife dropped slightly on the ground, and his voice was sharp: "You are a monster, and you are a little wise. If you can speak, you can speak!"

"hehe....."

The fallen leaves fell one after another, and the corpse monster leaning against the tree body slowly turned around, and his eyes were covered with white eyes gradually turned black.

"Everyone in the north should die... no one can stop me from regaining my hometown..."

This corpse monster was Chen Fu from the south.

In order to protect the soul consciousness from being immortal and turned into a corpse demon, along the way, the corpse energy and yin energy began to invade, and the mind became a little unclear. The only thing that was still clear was the obsession in the heart.

In the hoarse words, the blackness in the old man's eyes occupied all.

Zuo Zhengyang's face darkened, and the slightly drooping tip of the knife slowly raised, and the color of the flames faintly lit up. The bonfire swaying beside him, the flames fell down, and a spark floated out, absorbing the knife surface, and like a boiling oil touching the fire, it wrapped the entire blade body with a bang.

"Restore the country?"

When talking about his homeland in the past, Zuo Zhengyang felt angry. The emperor was injustice and the court was in chaos. He was taken advantage of by demons and harmed the country and the people.

How could he become a person who lost his country? In this regard, Lu Liangsheng rarely mentioned the Chen State to him.

"That kind of imperial court is immortal, so it is kept for the New Year?!!"

While the loud shout sounded in the forest, the old man over there was white-bearded hair flying without wind. When he opened it, he sprayed it. The corpse qi surged out. The one-arm figure in front of him sank into the ground with a flame knife in his hand. When the knife edge turned, he pulled out a knife. The ground cracked and half of the flames extended rapidly.

Flames, corpse gas collision.

boom--

It was a huge explosion, the air was twisted by the high temperature, and the flames soared into the sky. Zuo Zhengyang had the fire spirit beads to protect his body. The armored cloak only strode violently in the impact heat wave. The blade crossed and the fire light illuminated it. He took steps. Within a few steps, his whole body turned into afterimage and rushed out of the flames. He stepped on the ground, shaking the burning fallen leaves, jumped into the air, and rushed out of the sea of ​​fire.

Chen Fu looked around with his teeth and claws. His eyes were actually invisible. However, his hearing, smell and perception were extremely sharp. The loud explosion and the crackling sound of leaves burning, he could vaguely hear footsteps and the sound of blade breaking through the air.

Uh...uh...

He let out a low growl in his throat, and subconsciously turned his head to see a different direction from which the sound came.

The next moment.

The flames that soared into the sky broke out, and the blade dragged the flames through the sunlight shining under the forest gap, and slashed down in the air.

when!

The flames splashed and sprinkled around.

The arm, which was like a dead branch, made a harsh sound like a blacksmith. Chen Fu roared, and waved his arm and smashed the blade that hit the skin bone. He used his other hand to claw and grabbed the falling figure.

In an instant, as if everything had become slower, Zuo Zhengyang's hair was fluttering, staring at the black-eyed and white-bearded corpse monster, his cheeks were pressed against the other party's dry hand, and he released the hilt of the knife with one arm, held it backwards, pulled it back, and cut out a cold light diagonally.

Bang!

The blade swung away, and no blood splattered, only a broken arm was lifted up into the sky.

"Ahhhh--" Chen Fu roared shrillly, covering his broken left arm, stumbled backwards, revealing the broken bones, and the corpse air gushed out, filling the forest, the sticky tree bodies, and the wild grass instantly turned black and withered, turning into a pool of sticky black water.

The broken arm that fell back in the air fell to the ground, crawling with his five fingers, bounced and flew up, jumping onto the old man, taking advantage of the corpse energy to escape and disappearing into the forest.

Zuo Zhengyang waved his robe sleeve and used his magic power to fan the corpse energy away. When he dissipated, the corpse monster had long disappeared in his sight.

"What awesome corpse gas..."

I looked at a eroded tree and was about to pursue it, but suddenly stopped, "Corpsy poison...

Zuo Zhengyang inserted the knife aside, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, used his magic power to wander around his whole body, and forced out some of the corpse gas that had been accidentally sucked in, and got up again to pull out the long sword.

Although I killed this corpse monster, there were villages in this mountain, so I had to kill him so that I could protect... innocent people cannot be delayed.

Thinking of this, he had a long knife on his back, and held another handle in his hand, chasing him in the direction where the corpse monster ran away.

In the forest, the morning light rises into the clouds, and it is bright and brilliant.

In early autumn, cicadas are still chirping, and the mountains are full of wilderness. There are also several brown and yellow mud roads intertwined at the lush foothills. The fields on the hillside are cultivated. The farmers listened to the annoying cicadas and were busy rushing to harvest crops. Occasionally, the mountain wind blows, so they straighten up and take off their straw hats to cool themselves.

Behind the acre of land, there is a village surrounded by long fences. It was almost noon when the children in the family jumped out and ran to the fields to ask the adults to go back for dinner. Those who were playful would be slow to pick the dog tail grass on the roadside and swung it around in their hands.

Crazy-

The branches and leaves of the woods not far away were shaking, and a frightened bird flew out, flapping its wings and flying away in a panic. The child holding the dog's tail tilted his head and looked at the dim forest curiously, and seemed to see a person's outline squatting inside.

The child looked at the adults in the field in the distance, walked carefully with his feet and approached the edge of the forest. The crouching figure was naked, thin and gray, and buried his head as if he was eating.

Children who grew up in the village are usually brave and are not far from their own village, and they open their mouths and shout in it:

"Who are you?"

As soon as the words were finished, a gust of cold wind blew, and the child narrowed his eyes and covered his hands. When the wind passed, he looked at him again. The figure stood in the shadow and seemed to be carrying a person in his hand...

.........

Wow—Wow—

The crow flew over the hilltop. On the dirt road in the northwest of the village, the man with a bearded beard carrying a wooden box, holding a compass in his hand and looking at the surrounding mountains. Looking around, there was a lush forest covered with undulating mountains.

"Strange, Lao Zuo's direction is here."

Crazy-

At this time, a group of frightened birds flew over the sky ahead in panic. Yan Chixia stared at the compass and looked down at the compass. The pointer on it was spinning wildly. She quickly raised her palm and pinched her fingers quickly.

"No, it's a corpse monster."
Chapter completed!