In the Bone Forest, a sea of rotting corpses swarmed in, like a pack of wolves that smelled blood, and they fought crazily with the sect disciples. Corpses were everywhere on the ground, and blood flowed everywhere.
There were constant roars, shouts of death, and screams coming from the woods, which were obviously coming from the disciples of the sect.
The disciples of the sect who were brutally killed one by one just fell down. After a while, they got up shakily again, their eyes became hollow and their bodies became stiff.
Suddenly, he turned around and started to attack the disciples of the sect around him. Their attacks had no tricks at all, they were just hacking and killing without fear of death.
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the sect felt their scalps numb and a chill running straight from the soles of their feet to their foreheads.
These brave and unafraid of death, the endless rotting corpses are already troublesome enough, but I didn't expect that after my own people died, they would be resurrected in strange ways, and they would attack them together with the rotting corpses.
This was completely endless and endless, and many sect disciples felt desperate when they saw this scene.
"Luochuan, take the others and leave first, don't get entangled!" Wu Tong roared in a low voice, and the two big copper hammers swept over frantically, knocking down a piece with a wave of his hand, and flesh and blood flew everywhere, destroying everything.
Whether it was the rotting corpses or the resurrected disciples of the sect, they were as papery and extremely fragile in front of him.
Meng Luochuan held a sharp sword in the group of rotting corpses. He swung his body and was like a gust of wind rushing back and forth. The sword light flashed away and struck three or four rotting corpses in an instant, sending a rain of blood all over the sky.
In just a short while, he chopped up at least more than a hundred rotting corpses. But it was useless. Just after killing these rotting corpses, the dead sect disciples over there were resurrected, killing batch after batch.
This scene is more terrifying than war. After those soldiers are killed in war, at least they will not come back to life and turn around to kill those around them.
He was sweating profusely and said: "No, there are too many of these monsters. Innately strong people can escape, but this disciple cannot, I can't leave him alone!"
"Brother, we need to get out of here quickly. These monsters are not afraid of death. Brothers have suffered heavy losses. This is a trap!" Duan Qianhong kicked a rotten corpse away, and his forehead was covered with beads of fragrant sweat.
For innate masters, the true energy is endless, but it cannot withstand a large amount of consumption. Although these monsters are not a threat to them, it is quite troublesome to be entangled all the time.
"Someone must be causing trouble secretly, damn it!" Meng Luochuan was furious and split a staggering disciple of the sect in half with a sword, blood splashing on his face.
Duan Qianhong said in surprise: "Where is Lu Chen?"
"He should have gone to find the mastermind behind the scenes. I will open the way and lead the people out!" Wu Tong was like a demon god, striding forward like a meteor, holding two sledgehammers and smashing at him crazily. Wherever his sturdy figure went,
Flesh and blood flew together, and each puppet-like monster exploded to pieces.
Meng Luochuan gritted his teeth and shouted: "Go, rush out!"
Duan Qianhong chose to cut off the rear and help kill the monsters entangled with the sect disciples to death with one sword strike.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
At this moment, the rotting corpses that were in a frenzied attack state suddenly stopped moving. They stood in a stalemate for a while, as if they had lost their strength to support themselves. They fell one after another, and then one group after another, and the woods continued to spread.
There was the sound of heavy objects falling.
This strange situation was like a plague. All nearby monsters fell down inexplicably, even those sect disciples who had been resurrected from the dead were no exception.
"What's going on!" Duan Qianhong looked around with a look of shock.
The two great geniuses, Meng Luochuan and Wu Tong, both stopped and looked at this strange scene in great astonishment.
"This this...!"
"They fell down, what happened!"
"Are they all dead?" The disciples of the sect who were fighting crazily with those monsters were all stunned. They looked at the motionless corpses on the ground in shock and couldn't help but swallow.
The originally intense and crazy scene in the woods suddenly became quiet, and the scene was very strange.
Weren't these monsters fearless and killing people just now? Why did they all fall down? Could it be that someone was playing some conspiracy?
Seeing that these monsters were like dead animals, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief and looked around motionlessly, as if they were afraid that those monsters would come back.
According to the situation just now, if it continues for another hour, none of them will survive.
It's so terrifying. These rotting corpses are not afraid of pain, nor are they afraid of death. They won't retreat no matter how hard you cut them, and they will continue to get up and fight after they die. It makes my scalp numb just thinking about it.
This bloody night is so memorable that no one in this life will forget it!
Of course, few people know why these monsters fell.
Because after the dark wizard Hu Yanxi was caught by Lu Chen and forced a little, under the threat of death, that guy would naturally not be stupid enough to control those rotting corpses.
That's why the scene before us happened.
"It seems that the mastermind behind the scenes has been taken care of by Lu Chen!" Meng Luochuan, who was sweating profusely, smiled.
"Well, it seems he has found the black hand!" Wu Tong nodded.
Phew, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the woods, which startled many people around, thinking it was those monsters.
After taking a closer look, it turned out to be Lu Chen who had left and returned.
"Let's go!" Lu Chen smiled lightly.
Duan Qianhong walked over and said with some surprise: "Is it solved?"
"Well, I met an old friend!" Lu Chen said.
"who?"
"Hu Yanxi, a dark wizard!" Lu Chen explained.
Hu Yanxi's strength is around the Xiantian Real Dan Realm. With Lu Chen's current strength, dealing with him is not a piece of cake.
Duan Qianhong said in surprise: "What kind of dark wizard?"
"Qianhong, stop asking. Let's count the casualties and leave quickly!" Meng Luochuan saw Duan Qianhong asking non-stop and quickly stopped him.
Wu Tong walked over and said slowly: "Ten miles ahead, we will reach the Cliff of Life and Death!"
After hearing his words, Meng Luochuan's face darkened, and his fists clenched. There were many murderous intentions along the way, and they tried every means to assassinate him. His uncle really hated him.
Is the position of the Lord of Tianque Palace really that important?
He was tired of killing. He just wanted to take his wife away to the end of the world and live a peaceful life for the rest of his life. Why would someone not let him go and insist on forcing him to get involved in this bloody storm?
After Duan Qianhong counted the number of people, he found that the original team of more than 3,000 people had lost a lot, and there were still about 2,000 people left. It was estimated that more than 500 disciples had died.
In this battle, there were really too many rotting corpses. Those monsters were not afraid of death and could kill them all, like an endless army.
The number of disciples in the sect is not dominant to begin with, so how can it withstand such crazy consumption?
After leaving a pile of corpses in the woods, the team set off on the road again. Compared to the excitement before, everyone seemed exhausted.
After experiencing so many killings, my heart has long been tired. Even the innately strong can't bear it, let alone these sect disciples.
The night was as dark as ink, dark clouds were rolling, and silver thunder and lightning flashed continuously in the thick clouds.
Between the dark mountains, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled, giving the impression that the city was about to be destroyed by black clouds.
The last only way to Chongyang Lake is a corridor between two majestic peaks, which is nearly two miles long.
This corridor is naturally formed. There are towering black and blue rocks everywhere on the ground. From a distance, it looks like the arched back of a blue dragon, connected between two peaks. There is nothing on both sides.
Below is a bottomless abyss.
Looking down, I saw it was pitch black and filled with mist. When a stone fell, there was no sound. You can imagine how deep it is down here.
This is the famous Cliff of Life and Death in Xuzhou. If someone is blown down by the strong wind, they will probably be shattered to pieces.
Looking at the dark bottomless abyss is enough to make people feel frightened.
After dragging the team for half an hour, Meng Luochuan and his party finally arrived at the rumored Cliff of Life and Death.
It was very quiet in the corridor, there was no abnormal noise at all, only the rumble of thunder in the sky continued to resound between heaven and earth.
At the end of the corridor, two mysterious figures stood, one black and one white.
The man on the left is dressed in black robes, has a white face and no beard, a feminine appearance, thin lips, and is holding a black sword. He seems to be a young man.
The person on the right is dressed in white robes, has a handsome face, evil eyes, and is holding a silver sword. She seems to be a young and beautiful woman.
"The ghost seduces the soul!"
"Impermanence demands life!"
A faint voice came softly from the other end of the corridor, as if a messenger from the Nine Netherworld came to claim his life, and a strange atmosphere quietly spread.
This is not a life-and-death cliff, it's obviously the Naihe Bridge!
"Black and white, you are from Hell Gate!" Meng Luochuan took a step forward and said with a cold expression.
When Lu Chen saw this scene, he couldn't help but laugh: "These guys are really good at pretending to be ghosts. They just dealt with a wave of ghosts walking in the night, and two more black and white impermanences came. This scene is getting more and more interesting!"
"What the hell is Meng Haijiao doing!" Duan Qianhong frowned.
Wu Tong looked a little ugly and said: "These two guys are difficult to deal with!"
"I know it's us, so I'm scared!" The woman in white chuckled, but the laughter was too harsh, like the sneer of a ghost, which was creepy.
"Meng Luochuan, we are here to ask for your life!" The man in black sneered, his smile looking particularly evil.
Meng Luochuan shouted sternly: "Good dogs don't block the way, get out of my way!"
"No!" Bai Wuchang covered his mouth and snickered.
"This is Naihe Bridge. We are the messengers to welcome you. Just give your life obediently!" Hei Wuchang's voice was mixed with a hint of coldness.
Meng Luochuan said coldly: "Don't pretend to be a ghost here, you can't stop us! If you don't want to die, get out of here."
"Mr. Meng, you are so brave!" Bai Wuchang sneered.
"Hei Wuchang never returns without success!" Hei Wuchang licked the corner of his mouth.
