Lead clouds suppressed the afterglow of the setting sun into a red line undulating along the distant mountains.
On the mountainside.
Cold rain and hot blood poured into the rotten soil together, screams, running, fighting, the roars of living people and the roars of monsters... merged into a great drama of life and death.
"What the hell is that?!"
At this moment, Taoist Longtu's hair was in a messy bun, and a finger-long cut appeared on his forehead. Blood, sweat, and mud were mixed together, blurring his vision.
Continuous fierce battles had almost exhausted his energy. He was out of breath just standing. The sword in his hand had long been broken. What he held in his hand now was a wild goose feather sword, which probably belonged to some unlucky officer or soldier.
Even though he had fled the venue, the three-headed and six-armed demonic figure kept popping up in his mind, making this high disciple of Longhu Mountain panic-stricken.
He still remembered that scene:
When the bell rang, everyone woke up from their crazy dreams.
Whether it's the White Lotus Sect or the Zhenfu Division, which master is not Lao Jianghu? He immediately realized that there was a ghost in the porridge, and guessed that the three-headed and six-armed corpse Buddha on the altar was probably the illusion just now and the one at the moment.
The culprit behind the zombie attack!
Although it is difficult to mobilize magic power for some unknown reason, Lao Jianghu always has Lao Jianghu's abilities, for example - the Demonic Needle.
As a result, the White Lotus Sect and the Zhenfu Division, with a total of twenty-seven experts, immediately launched a counterattack.
But the next scene will never be forgotten by Long Tu.
These masters had just approached the Dharma platform, and the Corpse Buddha was just sitting on the lotus platform, with three faces speaking one after another.
"Buzz."
Twenty-seven people rolled to the ground screaming in pain.
"ah."
The limbs twitched and red hairs pricked the skin.
"Hum."
Twenty-seven living corpses have been freshly released.
Taoist Longtu was frightened.
These people are not just cats and dogs, they are all well-known masters in the world. After taking precautions, they actually... In the more than 20 years since he came down the mountain and walked the world, has he ever seen such monsters?
For a time, countless people had only one thought left in their minds.
"escape!"
Fortunately, the corpse Buddha was just sitting on the altar and had no intention of pursuing him personally. Otherwise... Long Tu looked at the living corpse that was biting him in front of him. He was wearing a military uniform and a black robe. He recognized this person and followed Yang Zhi.
One of the most skilled masters from Chang'an, he has been carrying the usual arrogance of Chang'an people all day long, but now he is just a monster that has lost his humanity... I will also become like this, right? It's better to die!
He took a long breath and swallowed a mouthful of cold rain into his stomach. This seemed to give his tired body some strength, supporting him to swing the knife and slash at his former colleague.
The blade drew a cold arc of light and cut into the neck bone of the living corpse, intending to remove the opponent's head with one strike.
However, the new strength was fake, and the soreness of the arms was real. After the knife edge penetrated the flesh, it deflected by three points, and stuck diagonally on the living corpse's shoulder blade.
The living corpse didn't know the pain or fatigue, but it still came to bite the living person despite the knife edge.
Long Tu didn't stop doing anything, and simply ducked to let the living corpse scratch him, and then struggled to drag the blade.
Only visible.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and bone fragments burst out.
The living corpse had been pressed by the blade and fell to its knees in the muddy water.
But Long Tu had already gritted his teeth and raised his foot to step hard on the back of the knife.
Click.
Immediately, the head and half of the arm were removed from the living corpse.
However, there is no time to breathe.
A huge living corpse stood in front of him and slapped him on the head with a giant, muscled hand.
Long Tu did not dodge or avoid.
coax!
The invisible shock wave swept away the raindrops, and the golden armor phantom exploded under the palm of the giant corpse. The last "Golden Armor Talisman" was reduced to ashes in Long Tu's arms, and the giant corpse was also pushed staggering by the force of the counter-shock.
, and Long Tu had already dragged his long knife and rushed in.
The next second.
But the blade of the knife tore through the rain curtain, and a ferocious head rolled to the ground.
"call."
Long Tu held the knife, and the cold rain he breathed in before now took the time to spit it out slowly.
However.
It was too early for him to relax!
Before the giant corpse's body fell to the ground, suddenly, another black shadow emerged from behind it and hit Long Tu's face.
There was actually a living corpse hiding behind the giant corpse. When Long Tu relaxed a little, he suddenly launched a sneak attack.
Long Tu was shocked.
Subconsciously, he pinched the Tao Fa Jue, intending to use a thunderbolt from his palm to split the incoming person into pieces.
But the decision was only half done.
"Oops."
His face turned green.
Immediately, it felt as if someone had grabbed my intestines and pulled them hard in my abdomen. The severe colic caused the mana that I had just gathered to vanish into thin air.
Even his body was stunned and unable to escape, he was thrown to the ground by the attacker and rolled together into the muddy water.
…………
This living corpse has a skinny body, wrapped in coarse linen clothes, and has messy hair as gray as withered grass. Thinking about it, an hour ago, it should have been an old farm woman. But now she has red hair all over her body, and her muscles, bones, skin and flesh are all alienated.
Especially the head, the lower jaw is protruding and elongated, and the mouth is full of staggered canines.
Taoist Longtu struggled to push him away, but found that this old and thin body was surprisingly strong. He easily pushed him to the ground, making it impossible for this strong man who had practiced martial arts for many years to break free.
I choked on several mouthfuls of muddy water.
But Taoist Longtu couldn't care less about this, because the white fangs were already aimed at his throat.
In a hurry, he had to use the Yanling knife to resist the bite.
During the stalemate, the blade of the knife slipped into the mouth of the living corpse and immediately cut the corner of its mouth. However, the smell of blood actually aroused the corpse's greed and cruelty.
But as the flesh and blood dripped down, the sharp teeth bit the steel blade with a crunching sound.
Minced meat, corpse blood, and saliva all mixed together and smeared all over his face. The pungent smell of blood and putrefaction made him almost lose consciousness, and he wished he could bury his head in the mud.
Fortunately, he managed to free up a hand and groped for a rock with sharp water chestnut corners in the mud. He grabbed it tightly and smashed it hard against the side of the head.
"boom."
The dull sound mixed with the corpse's blood.
But the living corpse only raised its head slightly before opening its sharp mouth again and biting it down.
Long Tu's face turned ferocious, he mustered up the remaining strength and struck hard again.
This time there was a crisp sound in the dull pause.
The skull of the living corpse arched abnormally, and one eye even burst out, with nerves attached hanging outside the eye socket.
But still useless.
The living corpse swung its eyeballs and came up to bite in an even crazier manner.
However, Taoist Longtu no longer had the strength to fight back, so he had to hold the back of the knife to resist. At this moment, the head of the living corpse suddenly burst open like a rotten watermelon, with red and white splatters all over the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Long Tu was pulled out of the muddy water.
"What are you dreaming about when you are working so hard?"
After saying that, the man abandoned the dragon picture and turned around to join another battle.
And Long Tu only wiped the smelly blood and rotten flesh on his face, grinned, and responded. It wasn't that he was stingy with a "thank you", but because he was really tired, and secondly, the other party's identity
It's also very embarrassing.
The person who saved his life was not his colleagues in the Zhenfu Division, nor a certain general in the army, but the protector of the White Lotus Sect - "Old Jiao" Huang Taihu.
That's right.
The group of people fighting the living corpses in the field are actually a bunch of miscellaneous soldiers.
There were scattered officers and soldiers, guards of wealthy families, people fishing in troubled waters, and even a few monks from the Thousand Buddha Temple.
Of course, the most important ones are Zhenfusi and White Lotus Sect, two mortal enemies.
In the face of the fight between the living and the dead, it seems to be a natural thing to go from being imaginary and submissive, scheming against each other to fighting together and helping each other in the same boat.
Damn Demon Slayers!
Now I'm making a bad living.
Long Tu laughed at himself, swallowed the dirt in his mouth, dragged the knife, and joined the fight.
………………
After a while.
The fighting gradually subsided.
A group of people fought and retreated, and finally got rid of the living corpse after suffering heavy casualties.
They had already deviated from the path. Everyone was exhausted and injured, but they did not dare to stop for a moment. They just assessed the direction and ran straight into a bamboo forest.
By this time the light of day was almost gone.
The stronger the wind, the heavier the rain.
Weeds, bamboo forests, and shrubs formed a blur in the dark rain.
In the crowd, a certain general with tattered armor suddenly looked around, and looked happy behind him.
"Quick, go this way."
He greeted everyone.
"After passing through this bamboo forest, there is a team of people stationed in front."
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of soldiers and horses appeared indistinctly in the grass ahead.
But there was no surprise on the general's face, but fear on his face.
Because what greeted them was not a warm embrace, nor a vigilant questioning, but the familiar staggering footsteps, twisted limbs, and crossbows ready to go.
"Boom..."
The sound of the bow strings is like the sound of thunder.
The random arrows converged with the wind and rain, and flew towards him.