In addition to the sound of the wind, there was also the sound he didn't want to hear the most, the twisting sounds of dry joints, which were densely packed, like countless wooden chairs that were about to break down.
In the dim green light, a group of figures of different heights were twisting strangely, and there was a continuous sound of thumping footsteps. It was unknown how many corpses were walking towards this side.
Ahead, an unclear number of corpse puppets were wandering. Alarmed by his footsteps, they turned back stiffly, with two green lights coming out of their eyes.
It was as if he had accidentally awakened this group of dead people from their slumber.
With the steep ice walls and the corpses surrounding them, Wang Chen looked up at the sky. Within his limited field of vision, large snowflakes were still falling continuously, and there was pitch black outside his sight.
"A turtle in a urn..."
For some reason, he remembered the art of controlling the air that the cultivators used to come and go freely.
"If I can wield a sword now, I can fly up there."
He doesn't want to die yet, he wants to break the void, and besides, he is still a virgin...
His shoulders were slightly folded, and the heavy baggage fell to the ground.
With a whistling wind, he tore off the fox fur cloak and threw it aside.
The corpse puppet gradually moved closer, which was enough for him to turn his shoulders, move the shoulder joints twice, tilt his head left and right, and make two clucking sounds of joint lubrication.
He took two deep breaths, and the cold feeling reached the deepest part of his lungs, and then he leaned down slightly.
His eyes suddenly reflected various glimmers of light. In addition to the dim light in his eyes, the corpse puppet in front of him also had various auras appearing at the moment of casting the spell.
Suddenly, several hovering flying swords flew over, making several cumbersome traces in the air.
He remained motionless, as if he didn't notice the coldness coming from the faint sword energy behind him.
Boom boom boom!
The flying sword landed where Wang Chen landed, exploded with a bang, splashed ice cubes, and countless ice crystal dust, covering the entire area with a layer of ice mist.
In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared from the spot and rushed towards a group of corpse puppets at a very agile speed.
He held the cold and slightly heavy scimitar in his hand. This kind of iron could not hurt the corpse at all, but holding the weapon was a habit he had had for many years. Only in this way could he feel at ease.
The ice was slippery, and he had to be very careful not to lose his balance, but so what, a qualified hunter would not give up hunting just because the ice was slippery.
What's more, this slippery ice surface is more conducive to performing moves that are usually difficult to perform!
Two corpse puppets walked towards them blankly in front of them, and their empty eyes clearly conveyed the feeling of being firmly locked.
Then, the hands of the two corpse puppets lit up with two colors of light, one red and one yellow.
The red energy instantly turned into a bright red skull, blasting out with a bang.
Wang Chen's speed did not slow down at all, and he suddenly turned his head, and the skeleton flew past his eyes, causing a burning pain on his face. A few strands of hair that were raised were touched by the skeleton, and were suddenly bounced away in an instant, and then decomposed in the air.
smash.
He could even see the shocking red air flowing rapidly in it.
The bright red skull hit the other corpse puppet that was about to come closer, sending him flying instantly and breaking his body into two pieces.
Withdrawing his gaze, Wang Chen lowered his body and struck out with a fist wrapped around the golden Buddhist swastika mantra on his head with a fierce wind.
Behind him, three flying swords flew over with a buzzing sound.
boom!
boom!
Boom! Three consecutive hits hit the spot where he landed, raising a large amount of ice dust and ice fragments. Finally, the falling flying sword hit the punching corpse puppet, cutting its body into two pieces.
The dense and heavy footsteps of zombies, the sound of flying swords, and the whistling of magic spells echoed in my ears like bursts of thunder.
The mist containing crushed ice was breathed into his mouth, bringing bursts of coldness, calming the hot blood all over his body, making him as calm as ice.
In the jungle, Wang Chen encountered a pack of wolves and was furious. However, he was attacked by the alpha wolf and had a piece of meat torn from his back.
The second time the alpha wolf repeated his same trick, he cut his throat.
However, the huge wound on his back always reminded him that every battle requires enough sobriety and calmness.
The friction of the ice surface, the protruding rocks, the position of each corpse, the action patterns driven by limited intelligence, and even the intervals between spells all clearly appeared in his mind.
Even the flying swords and the deep holes left by the fist marks that may hinder the movement are all spinning in the mind at high speed.
Boom!
A dull explosion sounded from inside the rotten skeleton of a corpse puppet. He was blown apart by another dead man's spell, and the broken bones flew out like steel nails.
Wang Chen lowered his body to avoid the broken bones.
He passed by a tall corpse puppet like a ghost, suddenly raised his foot, and struck hard at the corpse puppet's calf.
His movements were very fast, like lightning, and his clean and smooth kick instantly caused the corpse puppet to lose its balance and slip on its back.
This is a corpse puppet with the magical power of strong wind. It is a rare wind cultivator. It has caused his body to lose balance many times and is the most dangerous.
Boom! A flying sword flew over, and the sword energy burst out, cutting off its head, bouncing twice on the ice like an ice ball.
Like marionettes on strings, the corpse puppets are controlled by a flexible and swift shadow, killing each other crazily, and their numbers are getting smaller and smaller.
In the end, only two corpses were left, still instinctively pursuing the ghostly shadow.
Panting, Wang Chen slowed down and stood still. The ice mist clung to his body and was melted by his own temperature, making him soaked. His hair hung down as if it had been caught in the rain, and a few strands blocked his eyes.
He didn't move a muscle.
The only two corpse puppets left came towards him from the opposite direction. The countless broken and dry pieces around them did not make them feel any fear, like machines that only knew how to kill.
Buzz!
The two corpse puppets drew their swords almost at the same time, and the flying swords flew out in circles and hit each other at the same time.
Like being hit by a wild beast, the two corpses flew out at the same time, and the places where their swords hit each other were torn apart in the air.
"闶阆."
The two flying swords that lost control fell to the ground and slid far on the ice, followed by the sound of heavy bodies falling and broken bones falling.
The entire canyon became silent.
Only Wang Chen's somewhat heavy breathing was left, and the breath that spurted out from his nostrils, but instantly turned into ice mist.
Xiaoyao's eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.
These corpse puppets are not wild beasts. They have magical powers during their lifetime. Even if they have lost all their intelligence, in this short period of time, more than twenty corpse puppets have all turned into withered bones?
Trying his best to calm his breathing, Wang Chen first walked to the rock wall, picked up the snow-white fox fur and wrapped it around his body, and then picked up a flying sword beside him.
He originally thought that the flying swords used by the corpse puppets should be magical weapons, so they could smash the steel-hard body. Later, he picked up a few flying swords and found that they were rusty and had lost all their spirituality. They were not as good as himself.
With the refined iron scimitar in his hand, it seems that the key to the power of the flying sword lies in refining Qi.
It has become a hunter's habit to throw away the rusty flying sword and squat among the broken bones to continue cleaning the battlefield.
Harvest... actually nothing.
These corpse puppets have been exposed to the outside all year round, their clothes are ragged and weathered, and their weapons are rusty. They are simply refugees among zombies!
"This opportunity is too good to be true." Wang Chen was a little sullen, feeling that his efforts were not proportional to his income.
But when his eyes suddenly glanced at a dry skeleton, he was suddenly stunned. Then he stood up and took two steps over in excitement.
A dark ring with densely carved lines.
"Storage ring?" Xiao Yao also recognized that thing.
The storage ring is a great invention in the cultivation world, and it is also something that Wang Chen has coveted for a long time. In fact, the biggest inconvenience brought to Wang Chen during this period of travel is that he has to carry a big baggage all the time.
Whenever this happens, he always thinks of the legendary storage ring in which a cultivator has his own small space, which can store items and is extremely convenient to carry.
You must know that the storage ring is valuable, and ordinary sects will not allocate this item to ordinary disciples.
Most of the time, only those who have cultivated to a certain level will be allocated one by the sect, and it must be a larger sect. If it is a small sect, it can only be allocated a lower-grade storage bag.
It is quite inconvenient to use.
And as a space for cultivators to store objects, how could there be nothing in the storage ring?
"But how do you open this thing?" Wang Chen rubbed the storage ring repeatedly, but there was no response.
"Let me do it." Xiao Yao didn't wait for Wang Chen to speak, but he got into the ring and took out something.
"I didn't expect you to have such a skill." Wang Chen was a little surprised. The storage ring is a small space of its own. Even if it is a spirit body, how can it travel freely between two spaces? This little guy is really special.
After thinking about it, since the storage ring is something that can only be used by cultivators, it is probably closely related to true power, so he took out the gray aura and tried it. Sure enough, he took out a white jade bottle and put it away calmly.
Got the ring back.
After a while, Wang Chen crossed his legs and looked at the large number of items that Xiaoyao took out from the storage ring in front of him and fell into deep thought.
The dozens of cultivators who turned into corpse puppets after death were actually divided into ten sects. There were more than twenty copies of the exercise books and jade slips alone, from Taoism, Buddhism, Demonism, and unknown minors.
The sect's, other elixirs, food, runes, spiritual stones, and unknown magic weapons were piled into a huge pile.
On the side, several storage rings and several storage bags are stacked together, which is very eye-catching.
Although the cultivation level of these cultivators is not high, and the items they bring are common, and not all of them carry jade slips of magic secrets, but for Wang Chen who has nothing, it is simply a timely help.
"This is a small opportunity, but the harvest is so rich?"
Not to mention anything else, the secret book alone was his biggest gain.
"Is this thing a spiritual stone? Tanshou took a milky white translucent stone, and Wang Chen concluded that this thing is the spiritual stone, the currency of the cultivation world."
Unexpectedly, when he held the spiritual stone just now, a trace of gray aura in his body suddenly became restless, and the spiritual power in it was slowly swallowed by the gray aura and introduced into his body.
The sudden change made Wang Chen almost throw away the spirit stone.
When he looked again, he found that the light of the spiritual stone had dissipated and turned into a translucent ordinary stone.
Before he could feel the pain of losing all his spirit power, Wang Chen felt it carefully, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he felt a slight increase in the aura in his body.
"Is there still such an operation?"
He was a little suspicious. After all, he didn't know how cultivators practiced. He just vaguely felt that if spiritual stones could be swallowed at will, wouldn't it mean that whoever has more spiritual stones would be stronger?
It's just that he hasn't started practicing yet, and there are still many things that need to be explored, so he is not in a hurry now.
Wang Chen took out a storage ring and stored all the skills. He took out another ring and classified and stacked the items in it.
These storage rings are the most basic rings with limited space. The largest ones are about the size of a wardrobe. They are finally classified and stacked. There is one ring for the elixir, one ring for the unknown object, and two rings for the spiritual stone.
rings, and several storage bags filled with food.
He was extremely satisfied with the harvest of this trip, but Wang Chen was not prepared to continue to delay in this cold canyon.
Corpse puppets can be spawned here, and the yin energy is overwhelming. God knows if there are any special dangers.
It was impossible to go back the way he came. He knew it for himself, and there was no way he could deal with the woman in white in the cave.
After some exploration, he discovered a shallow cave at the bottom of the canyon. The temperature was quite high and there was a hot spring that smelled of sulfur. He was surprised by this discovery.
Outside the canyon, a blizzard was raging, and monsters and beasts appeared, but I happened to still have some dry food.
What's even more coincidental is that the storage ring just now also contained emergency food that many cultivators had stored in the world.
A natural hot spring.
There is obviously no suspense about which choice to make.
Where else in the world can you find such a beautiful place?
"What's this?"
Wang Chen, who was a little happy, picked up a dark green bead. There were also some broken bones of the corpse puppet. It seemed that they were the things that rolled down here after the corpse puppet was smashed.
I saw that the object was green and opaque, with a faint smell of fishy smell. It was cold and cold in my hand, and it was actually quite heavy.
"Corpse Pill! When Xiao Yao floated over and took a look, he was inexplicably surprised. "It is impossible for ordinary corpses to condense corpse pills. Only zombies with the qualifications of the king among corpses can produce something that is extremely precious!"
"Look, see if there are several layers of faint patterns all over the body of the Corpse Pill. Those patterns are called spirit patterns. One layer of spirit patterns can be called a treasure. This Corpse Pill is at least a treasure with three or more patterns! You are in luck.
." Xiao Yao looked even more excited than when he found the money.
"What's the use of this thing?" Wang Chen was stunned, frowned slightly and looked at the Corpse Pill carefully. He saw that there were indeed three mysterious lines wrapped around it. It looked like the patterns that wrapped around himself on the Tongtian Road, but it was simpler.
Many of them are like simple drawings.
"It has many uses. To put it simply, it can assist in cultivating the magic way. Some magical powers are of great help. In addition, it can refine strange poisons in the world." Xiao Yao thought for a while and said.
"They are all for evil purposes. Do a righteous person like me need such a thing?" Wang Chen disapprovingly put the storage ring away and walked into the cave.
On a cold winter day with heavy snowfall, what could be more relaxing than a hot spring?
Xiaoyao heard Wang Chen say that he was upright, and when he was about to continue to explain how precious the Corpse Pill was, he choked back. He looked at Wang Chen's back with a sullen expression and his eyes were intriguing, but he stopped talking.
"Don't come in." Wang Chen didn't even look back.
Xiaoyao was furious: "Why should I go in to see how upright you are?"
"Imagine that after you were slapped by a bear, for a whole year, after you mastered your knife skills, you sought revenge on the bear that almost slapped you to death every day, and finally slashed it five times on the same spot on its body. Do you think you have a strong desire for revenge?
Heavy?"
"Xiaofang at the east end of the village and Chunmei at the west end have been mourning every day since they were rejected by you. You ignored them and said that rejection is the fate of beautiful men. Are you shameless?"
"And every New Year, you cook a table of food, but in the end you say you have no appetite and run to the big tree to look at the stars, causing me and you to suffer from the cold. It was pitch black with threads on the stars that day?!
"
"Bah, you're still so upright!"
"Haha. Did I say that?" Wang Chen didn't take it seriously and jumped into the hot spring pool with a pop.
It's been about half a year since I traveled north. At this time, when I heard Xiaoyao talking about Huangpo Village, I felt a little nostalgic.
The cold snow flakes were still falling downwards from the thick black sky. They were blown away by the cold wind and scattered in all directions. A few slowly swayed into the layers of unknown canyons and gradually piled up.
The ground was covered with snow.
A comfortable sigh came out, and was covered up by the sound of the whistling wind and snow.
The biting cold outside the cave and the warm mist inside the cave separate two worlds.