After carefully observing the black clothes on my hands, there was nothing but a corpse smell.
However, the smell of corpses can already explain some problems. The person who led him into the illusion and wanted to deal with him may have something to do with the old man who was killed by him before.
"Whoever is sneaking around, get out of here if you can. What's the point of stealing?"
Holding the black clothes in his hand, Ye Huang shouted to the surroundings. His voice seemed to be missed. Except for the very small area around him, there was no echo in the valley.
As for the thing hiding in the dark, it didn't seem to be ready to show up. It was still jumping around in a mysterious way, like a will-o'-the-wisp in the middle of the night.
"I don't believe you won't come out!"
After cursing, Ye Huang found a flat place and sat on the ground, preparing to meditate. Once the opponent made a move, he could take action at any time. At this moment, Ye Huang took another look at Wu Cha, who was still at the edge of his perspective.
The latter's body was staring as if it were real.
"Could this guy be real?"
After saying something, Ye Huang had the urge to go up and see what was going on, but after thinking about it for a while, he didn't move and closed the door to meditate.
He did not see that the figure that looked like Wucha in the distance moved slightly, and the face with its back to Ye Huang flashed with a glimmer of light, carrying a murderous intent and chill.
In the end, Ye Huang didn't step forward to explore anything, but the shadow was muttering something in his mouth. As he chanted the incantation, the head of Ye Huang in the distance suddenly lowered, as if he was about to fall asleep.
, repeating this cycle for more than half an hour, Ye Huang has been hypnotized by an inexplicable thing, like a sleepy man again and again.
Finally, after about an hour of struggling, Ye Huang finally fell to one side on the sand.
After seeing Emperor Ye fall, the figure who was sitting cross-legged did not get up directly, but turned around, replaced a bone flute in his mouth and blew a spell without actual sound, and a few words in black clothes appeared in the space.
The corpse in the robe jumped up to Ye Huang's side.
One of the corpses opened its sharp palms, its nails as sharp as the tips of knives, and thrust it into one of Ye Huang's arms.
"Pfft!"
The crisp sound of penetration sounded, and the latter withdrew his hand again. Ye Huang, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be startled in his sleep. His body twitched for a moment and then had no reaction. One arm was contaminated with corpse poison and slowly began to turn black.
stand up.
It wasn't until he tested it with the ghoul that the figure who had been sitting there slowly stood up, dragged his long robe and walked towards Ye Huang with a bag in his hand.
"Jie Jie, they all say that the King of Killers is difficult to kill. It's not like he fell into my hands this time. It's just that some people thought the wrong way."
Walking up to Emperor Ye, the old man said these words as if a bellows had been blown.
"This boy named Wu Cha is a good prospect, but it's a pity that he is too upright and is not the successor of my evil sect. What a pity..." The old man shook his head and sighed, seeming to feel very sorry that Wu Cha could not become the successor of the evil sect.
Look.
"This kid has quite a lot of magic weapons. He is worthy of being the inheritor of shamanism. If these magic weapons are placed in Yinshakou and used to exaggerate, they will be powerful evil weapons and should be useful."
As he spoke, the old man put his pocket aside and leaned over to move Huang Huang.
However, at this moment, Ye Huang, who had been lying on the ground like a dead body, was ejected like a bolt of lightning. The silver cold wind in his hand flashed a silver light and shot toward the old man with silver energy.
come over.
"Pfft!"
"Ah..." A shrill scream came out. The old man suddenly pushed away and covered his shoulder. One of his arms was cut off by Ye Huang and fell to the ground.
This arm was as dry as a dead tree, and it was densely covered with some different spells written by Ye Huang, as if it were tattooed.
"You...you were poisoned by my corpse and you could still bear it!"
Looking at Ye Huang who was looking at him with a sneer from a distance, the old man looked extremely livid, blood was still seeping out from his right shoulder, cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead, and his veins were bulging.
He was careful enough, but he didn't expect that Ye Huang would actually be attacked by his own corpse, and chose to endure it until he got close enough to give him a fatal blow.
"If I don't feel pain, how do I know if it's an illusion or reality? Are you real or fake?"
Staring coldly at the old man in robe, Ye Huang said coldly.
After walking in front of Duanmu Sheng and others, their shadows completely dissipated, Ye Huang suspected that this was still an illusion, but when he saw Wucha with his back to him in the distance, he felt something was very strange.
As if something in the dark stimulated him again, Ye Huang was initially ready to step forward to see if it was true that Wucha and himself had entered the illusion, but he finally stopped.
If the other party is an enemy, he cannot be sure whether the other party has a back-up plan. In this illusion, he cannot tell the truth from the false, and it is useless no matter how strong he is. So after thinking about it carefully, Ye Huang chose to sit cross-legged and enter meditation.
Sure enough, not long after he entered samadhi, he felt his head became dizzy, as if he had been given anesthesia, and his whole person fell into a kind of confusion.
Ye Huang, who had been prepared for a long time, patiently started to do something awkward with this old ghost - pretending to be a sleepy man. After a lot of trouble, he finally made the other party relax his guard. Then he did not expect that this old ghost was more powerful than he thought.
You must also be smart and let something like a ghoul with a strong corpse poison test you directly.
At this time, Ye Huang used his own internal power to cut off the pain. Just after he finished, the sharp claws of the corpse were inserted into his flesh.
Fortunately, the ghoul was not a human being. The moment it was inserted, Ye Huang mobilized his Qi to protect the muscles on his arms. On the surface, it seemed that all the claws of the ghoul were inserted. In fact, only a small part went in, and a large part was absorbed.
Ye Huang twisted his muscles and completely blocked it.
However, the old ghost didn't know all this. He thought that Ye Huang had really lost his ability to resist.
Everything that followed was like words. The other party stepped forward and said something, and then wanted to do something to Ye Huang. As a result, Ye Huang instantly jumped up and chopped off the other party's arm.
Suddenly, the situation became clear.
As the old man became weaker and weaker, it seemed that the illusion around him could no longer be maintained, and he slowly began to regain his true appearance.
Soon, the surrounding mountains and rivers appeared in front of Ye Huang. Not far away, Wucha was lying among a pair of rocks, slowly waking up. As for the Duanmu Mansion, it was almost the same as before.
far away.
Duanmu Sheng, Venus, Hege Wangyou, and Duanmu Yinzhu ran towards us quickly from a distance, all with anxious looks on their faces.
