His body was like a rainbow, moving unsteadily. The Panshan sword kept flashing with light, and the sharp spiritual pattern was almost always maintained. The blade was indestructible. Even the powerful body of the Golden Corpse King could not stop Lu Ye from killing him at this moment.
Pieces of flesh and blood were cut off, and within just ten breaths of Lu Ye's activation of the secret technique of animal transformation, large areas of flesh and blood were missing from the Golden Corpse King's body, with golden bones exposed in many places.
Lan Ziyi felt excited. If the situation continued like this, the Golden Corpse King would be dead soon.
However, just as she was thinking this, the Golden Corpse King suddenly turned his head and looked at the giant armor that was close at hand, and then opened his ferocious mouth. As he roared, a thick golden mist spurted out from his mouth, and the golden corpse
The moment the fog left his mouth, it exploded and spread in all directions.
The figures of everyone were suddenly swallowed up.
"Original corpse poison!" Lan Ziyi's expression suddenly changed.
Some slightly more powerful zombie clans can activate the original corpse poison. As the strongest among the zombie clan, how could the Golden Corpse King not be able to activate it?
Yang Yuan has suffered big losses before.
In fact, when the confrontation with the Golden Corpse King first started, Lan Ziyi had been wary of this matter and tried his best not to be directly harmed by the Golden Corpse King.
Because according to previous experience, the original corpse poison requires the corpse clan to cause direct damage to the human race, and the corpse poison is injected along the wound to be effective.
Judging from the posture of the Golden Corpse King at this moment, his original corpse poison seems to have another mystery. Even if it does not cause the most direct damage, if it is sprayed out like this, it will be corroded once it is wrapped in the poisonous mist.
The three people present, whether Lan Ziyi, giant armor, or Lu Ye, all had injuries on their bodies. When the golden poisonous mist filled all directions, Lan Ziyi could clearly feel that there was a strange force invading his body along his wounds.
, even if she activates her spiritual power, it will be difficult to stop her.
In just an instant, she felt some unusual changes in her body.
The Golden Corpse King did not use the original corpse poison until this moment. He obviously realized that the situation was not good. Such an action would definitely cause great losses to him.
This is indeed the case. After spitting out the original corpse poison, the Golden Corpse King's aura obviously dropped a bit.
With no time to rejoice, Lan Ziyi quickly took out the elixir refined by Hua Ci and swallowed it, hoping to suppress the outbreak of corpse poison.
But she soon discovered that the effect of the pill was minimal!
It's not that the elixir refined by Hua Ci is useless, it's that the original corpse poison of the Golden Corpse King is too powerful.
Although the elixir can suppress the original corpse poison cast by the ordinary zombie clan, it cannot suppress the corpse poison of the Golden Corpse King.
"Kill it quickly!" Lan Ziyi shouted softly, and her attack became more fierce.
Such a situation can only be resolved quickly. If the Golden Corpse King cannot be eliminated before the corpse poison breaks out, the three of them will be transformed into zombie clans.
The appearance of the Golden Corpse King became even more miserable. Under Lu Ye's continuous offensive, almost no part of his body was intact. With the flash of the knife, it was like a piece of pork on a chopping board, with pieces of flesh and blood being peeled off.
He originally thought that the use of the original corpse poison would make the three human races retreat and allow him to take a breather, but the clinker not only failed to work, but made his situation even more critical.
At this moment, his biggest difficulty is that he is restrained by the giant armor and cannot move in place. Facing Lu Ye's violent attack, he has no room to move and dodge. Otherwise, how could he be so miserable?
If the situation continues like this, he doesn't know when the three human races in front of him will be transformed into zombie tribes, but he is afraid that he will really die here.
How could he be reconciled to this?
"Roar!"
With a roar, a look of determination flashed in the Golden Corpse King's eyes. He ignored Lan Ziyi's entanglement and Lu Ye's killing move. Instead, he raised a palm like a knife and slashed at the giant armor.
Pfft...
The corpse's blood spattered, but the giant armor was unscathed, because the blow of the Golden Corpse King was not him, but his own restrained arm!
At the cost of cutting off one of his arms, the Golden Corpse King finally got rid of his shackles and regained his freedom!
Oops!
When Lan Ziyi saw this, her heart sank, and she quickly slashed it with her sword, but was easily avoided by the Golden Corpse King.
The Golden Corpse King, freed from his restraints, finally showed off his fast speed, which was beyond the speed expected in the Yunhe Realm. Even a swordsman like Mu Qingyun would not be able to do anything to him in such a situation.
Just when Lan Ziyi thought she was about to be killed, the Golden Corpse King ignored her and rushed out from the side, because behind him, Lu Ye's figure was wrapped in orange light and couldn't get rid of it like a tarsal maggot.
Only Lu Ye can keep up with the speed of the Golden Corpse King!
The scene suddenly became weird.
The Golden Corpse King, who had regained his freedom, ran away, with Lu Ye hot on his heels, slashing down with swords one after another, leaving scars of varying depths on his back, but for a while he was unable to kill him completely.
Although Lan Ziyi tried her best, she couldn't keep up with the pace of Lu Ye and the Golden Corpse King. She had no strength and it was difficult to show it. In addition, she was poisoned by the original corpse poison and had scruples. She really didn't dare to push too hard.
Mobilize spiritual power.
Not to mention the giant armor, he was the best at being beaten, but he could only stare at things like chasing people. At this moment, he was holding a severed arm of the Golden Corpse King, feeling confused.
Lan Ziyi soon discovered something strange, that is, although the Golden Corpse King was fleeing, he never left the five hundred feet range of the original location of the main hall, as if there was something important here that he could not let go of.
If the situation continues like this, it's hard to say who will live and who will die.
Although the Golden Corpse King was in a panic at the moment, unwilling to confront Lu Ye head-on and just running away, he was obviously stalling for time, waiting for the three corpse poisons to break out. By that time, he would not only be able to escape the crisis, but also have three more men under his command.
General!
What Lu Ye wants to do is obviously to kill the Golden Corpse King before then!
Lan Ziyi's body suddenly shook, and the abnormal changes in her body made her panic. She no longer dared to use her spiritual power randomly, and shouted: "Lu Yiye, I can't do it anymore!"
Saying this, he quickly retreated into the distance.
If you have to retreat, if you continue to stay here, you must activate your spiritual power, and there is a risk of turning into a zombie clan at any time.
After retreating to another nearby spiritual peak, Lan Ziyi stopped and looked up. The pursuit over there was still fierce and anxious.
The two figures moved side by side, the sword light kept tumbling, accompanied by the roar of the Golden Corpse King.
The stupid figure of the giant armor also shuttled among them, but it could not play any role. It could not even stop the Golden Corpse King.
Lan Ziyi was puzzled. Under the premise that he was poisoned by the original corpse poison, Lu Yiye could persist longer. It was because of his strong foundation. Why could the giant armor persist better than himself?
She didn't have time to think deeply, so she hurriedly took out a sound transmission stone, poured spiritual power into it, put it to her mouth, and weakly shouted: "Hua Ci, help!"
The sound transmission stone was naturally given to her by Lu Ye before. Everyone in the Jiuzhou team had one, and even the Dao Palace had a lot of it.
It was originally used to facilitate communication with each other, but it never worked. Lan Ziyi also didn't expect that the first time she used this thing, it was to ask for help.
"How could you be fine? How could you be fine?"
The Golden Corpse King, who was being chased by Lu Ye, finally couldn't stand it anymore. In his beastly state, Lu Ye was a little faster than him, so he couldn't get rid of Lu Ye's pursuit. What his powerful body brought to him at this moment was not
The sense of security in the past is now the embarrassment of cutting flesh with a dull knife.
The Golden Corpse King originally planned to wait for Lu Ye to transform into a zombie clan to resolve the crisis, but how could Lu Ye show any signs of transformation?
Therefore, the Golden Corpse King was puzzled by how powerful his original corpse poison was. He knew that the tall woman could no longer hold on and retreated, and the burly guy didn't seem to be able to hold on for long, but Lu Ye...
...doesn’t seem to be bothered by the original corpse poison at all.
How can this be?
And if the current situation continues to develop, he is destined to not be able to wait until the moment when Lu Ye is transformed into a zombie clan. Although the damage caused to him by Lu Ye's every knife is limited, it cannot withstand a long period of time.
There was no flesh and blood on his back at this moment, and his whole person looked like a half-skeleton.
Although the corpse clan is a clan of undead, they are also mortal. The large amount of flesh and blood really hurts his vitality and makes his movements more and more inconvenient. In this way, Lu Ye's killings will be more effective. The Golden Corpse King has fallen into a vicious cycle.
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"You forced me to do this!" the Golden Corpse King roared, his expression became ferocious, and he had been running away after breaking off an arm. At this moment, he finally stopped and used his remaining hand to reach into the void below and grab it!
At this moment, Lu Ye felt a warning sign in his heart.
Although we don't know what the Golden Corpse King is going to do, we can guess from his words that he is probably going to use some terrible means.
As his figure quickly moved toward the Golden Corpse King, Lu Ye inhaled gently, held the long knife in his hand horizontally beside his eyebrows, and assumed a sword-drawing stance.
At this moment, the already violent aura became more domineering and violent, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression and aggression.
A stream of light flashed across the pitch-black blade, and for an instant, a starry sky seemed to appear behind Lu Ye.
There was a crash...
Somewhere in the ruins of the palace, the ground was churning, and something suddenly rose into the sky, leaving a huge hole in the place. The flying object was caught in the hand of the Golden Corpse King.
The moment he took possession of it, the Golden Corpse King felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his body became stiff, and even his dry body surface suddenly sprouted fine white hairs, making his entire body seem to have been coated with a layer of snow and frost, making him look extremely...
weird.
Lu Ye's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see clearly that what was being grasped by the Golden Corpse King at this moment was a severed palm.
The broken palm is dry and it must have been cut off by someone with a sharp instrument. The incision is flat and smooth.
Although it is just a broken palm, it gives people an ancient and desolate feeling, as if it is a relic from ancient times.
This is the reason why the Golden Corpse King suddenly became stronger!
Lu Ye understood instantly.
He had been searching for this source before, but unfortunately he had not found any results until now. The Golden Corpse King took the initiative to sacrifice the severed palm.
