These are not much different from the corpses on the ground, just like the ones on the ground suddenly climbing up the roof. However, their skin is darker and harder, and they look like black granite that can move; however, their faces are very ugly and hideous, and they are simply evil spirits.

"Corpse of the Ghost?"

Ye Xiaolang felt aroused his heart, recognized the origin, and said, "Brother Lu, be careful, this monster is called the corpse puppet, which is spelled by the corpse ghosts in the ghost creature Fengdu. It has a Vajra body, and is specifically chosen to devour it. It is like a living person like you and me, in their eyes, as eye-catching as lanterns in the dark."

Lu Baichuan was unable to correct this title, so he nodded and said, "Yes, the ghost clan who has fought with them can create multiple items at will, and it is impossible to kill them, otherwise it would not have been a joke for Young Master Ye."

Ye Xiaolang said: "Where, I have heard of Huang Zhu's name. It is the true bloodline of the Ghost King. When ordinary practitioners meet him, they may not even have the chance to fight back."

Lu Baichuan looked a little embarrassed. If he had not obtained the inheritance of the Flying Dragon God General, he would have been an ordinary practitioner in Ye Xiaolang's mouth, and he could not even stop the Yellow Spring Mantra. Therefore, he could not help but be even more grateful to the Dragon Head. This opportunity was so precious.

At this time, the corpse puppets were ordered and rushed downwards.

A deep and rotten smell mixed with cruelty, pouring its heads on the two of them.

"Brother Lu takes a break and I will kill these corpse puppets first." Ye Xiaolang said, raised his eyebrows, and while stretching out his hand, a sword popped out from his sleeve, took a step forward, and reached the threshold, the sword in his hand was handed out at the same time.

There was no sword energy or sword light. On the trajectory of the sword, Tongmu's gate was pulled by inexplicably strong force, removed from the door frame, roared away, and hit the bodies of the corpse puppets.

A hoarse roar came from their mouths, and their sharp claws immediately tore the paulownia door into pieces all over the sky.

"I dare to show my ugly face in front of your grandfather Xiaolang."

Although Ye Xiaolang has only read it from books, if even the corpse puppet can scare him, it would be better not to embarrass the Demon Conference.

The sword skills that I practiced hard on weekdays, when I recalled, I turned sideways and avoided the attack of one corpse puppet, and then took a step back half a step back to avoid the biting of another corpse puppet.

He repeatedly avoided the fatal threat at critical moments, which made people frightened. However, it seemed like some kind of body movement, his dodging seemed thrilling, but in fact it was calm.

Lu Baichuan was a little stunned when he was watching it, thinking that this disciple of Jianshen Peak was really different from the Zangjian Peak where Longshou was.

At a moment, when he seemed to be still distracted, Ye Xiaolang let out a light shout, pinching the tip of the sword with his left hand to make it bend it. In this moment, he had passed several corpse puppets and returned to the place where he had just stood, and loosened it appropriately. The sword tip "bang" straight, and several muffled sounds happened, and the corpse puppets fell to the ground one by one.

"What a powerful sword skill!"

Lu Baichuan was stunned. He saw too many swordsmen. Whether in Shenzhou or Yanfu, such a light-hearted way was unprecedented.

"I laughed at you, if I changed to Junior Brother Yan, I would do better." Ye Xiaolang smiled very brightly.

Lu Baichuan nodded, believing in this without hesitation.

Ye Xiaolang couldn't help rolling his eyes, thinking that Yan Li was really good at governing the country, and he was just modest. "Brother Lu just said that Huang Zhu only lets these corpse puppets consume your physical strength. Why did he come?"

"At first, he didn't take me seriously," Lu Baichuan sneered, "I was careless and shot an arrow. I was afraid I was seriously injured."

"Oh?" Ye Xiaolang had always had many tricks. When his eyes turned, he laughed sarcastically, "Brother Lu, please come over."

When he taught Lu Baichuan this and this, he came a group of about a hundred people to travel across the other side of the heaven and earth.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't ask me the emperor brothers and brothers to go first!" The leader was a young noble man in a yellow python robe. He was born with a handsome face, but his behavior was frivolous and impatient, and lacked conscience.

This person's name is Ji Wuhui, and Ji Wuji. Ji Wuyi is the brother of a mother. Although the reputation is the worst among the princes, when the queen passed away, Ji Yuyu still endured the pressure of civil and military officials in the court and gave him the title of King of Nanyang, and the royal palace was in Nancheng.

Since he moved into the palace, he became more lawless and domineering. The most outrageous thing is that he once forcibly occupied more than 20 wives. As many as seven were beaten to death because of his visit to ask for it.

This incident happened to the East Palace. Ji Wuji was furious and took him to the East Palace to teach him a lesson. He was still imprisoned in Tianzhu for half a year. He was spoiled since he was young, and he had never suffered such pain. After coming out, although he was much more restrained, he secretly planted the seeds of resentment. He wished his prince's brother would return early so that he could be the master of the East Palace.

Then, his wish suddenly came true, which made him so excited. He integrated all the guards and diners of the royal palace and rushed to take Yan Shiyi's head.

He likes to make friends with the world of gangs on weekdays. In addition to the elite guards brought from the palace, there are these world of gangs in the palace. However, many of them are just rats who meet their preferences and find a place to live.

Therefore, the entire army, except for Ji Wuhui, who is very imposing, seems listless, and more people are planning a new way out.

Zhao Ting was one of the diners who had planned their way out. The only difference between him and those rats was that even if he was active in his heart, he would not show any expression on his face. This was also the biggest reliance for him to survive until today.

Because of this method, he was particularly pleased by Ji Wuhui. Ji Wuhui would always listen to a few words he said on weekdays. Tonight, Ji Wuhui followed the demon like a demon. No matter how he persuaded him, he was determined to get Yan Shiyi's head so that he could enter the East Palace.

He didn't know who Yan Shiyi was, but he knew very well that if the Great Governor of Shenwu was not an opponent, they were just going to die. The difference was that they died quickly or slowly.

He didn't want to die, so he naturally had to plan for the way out. However, Yan Shiyi might not be able to survive, so he ran away like this. If Ji Wuhui is not dead, a wanted order will come out in the future. The human world is so big that he really has no place to live.

"Don't worry, the Thirteenth Prince. According to the villain's opinion, you are the legitimate descendant of the royal family and the most important bloodline in the official family. Since the prince is dead, according to the rule of "establishing a legitimate but not a eldest son" in all dynasties, you are the most qualified to enter the Eastern Palace. How could your royal brothers and brothers not consider themselves? They have to fight with you, but they can't fight. Besides, what kind of little Yan Shiyi is, I have never heard of it. I congratulate the prince first and congratulate the prince, oh no, it's the prince."

He winked at Ji Wuhui and laughed, only picking good words in everything, and putting the essence of flattery into a very profound situation, making Ji Wuhui smile, but he still said with a hint of suspicion: "Since that's the case, why did you try hard to urge me to give up just now?

This is really shooting oneself in the foot.

He reacted quickly and quickly remedyed: "Just now that my subordinates thought that the Thirteenth Prince would be the lord of the Eastern Palace. Such a noble identity, competing with those miscellaneous princes, wouldn't it be a shame to sweep the face? On the way, I thought that this was equivalent to the "in-chief of the emperor" and setting an example for the princes, which was very consistent with the holy will. It turned out that the Thirteenth Prince had long thought of this level, and his subordinates felt very ashamed." He was nauseous and couldn't help but surging.

Ji Wuhui laughed happily, and after a while, he pretended to be deep and said, "Okay, Zhao Ting, you really know that I am the prince. When I enter the Eastern Palace, you will be the prince's personal follower. I... No, I am the prince appointing you as the Minister of the Right Guard."

As I spoke, I had already crossed the bridge, and the mountains of dead bodies in front of me suddenly interrupted the hot conversation.

"It's right here." Ji Wuhui's tongue was a little unscrupulous, but he just boasted about Haikou. If he turned around now, he would be too embarrassed. He said with a tough bullet, "Everyone, go find out. Where Yan Shiyi is. Remember not to expose it, first, don't let him know that we are going to kill people."

Zhao Ting's face was heavy. If the corpse on the ground, as stated in the Xinbao, it was done by Yan Shiyi and others, then he really had to run away as soon as possible. There was no need to bury this brainless idiot with him.

After walking many more roads, he saw several amazing traces of fighting. He was about to escape, but suddenly a strange chuckle sounded in their ears.

From a distance, I saw two figures under the moonlit night, fighting fiercely there, and the visible visions frequently collided, and the energy was hundreds of feet away, and it still caused damage from time to time. The guards had to protect Ji Wuhui, so they could only rush forward with their teeth.

The commander said: "Your Highness, it is important to take care of yourself. If you are injured by accident, you will be blamed for the minor ones."

"That's Yan Shiyi?"

The purple-haired black knife was occasionally clear, and everyone was amazed and looked ugly by the horrifying aftermath.

Ji Wuhui compared the two sides and couldn't help but curse: "Food bucket, waste, hum, if there is such a master around me, how could he be imprisoned by Ji Wuji for half a year? That killer who was killed by a thousand swords..."

When Zhao Ting saw the fierce battle, he thought of more in his heart and said respectfully: "Thirteenth Prince, I see that there must be ambushing other princes around him. It's better for us to hide it too. It's not too late to take action when they get the result."

He thought to himself that Yan Shiyi and Duan Wusheng seemed to be evenly matched. If both sides were defeated, he might not be able to take the opportunity to attack Yan Shiyi and assist Ji Wuhui in the Eastern Palace. He could also make a name for himself.

“So very good.”

Ji Wuhui breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't dare to move forward anymore.
Chapter completed!