boom!

Thunder suddenly started, and lightning exploded in the dense dark clouds.

"Baby, I'm just waiting for you."

Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled, he was like a little baby, and he was called kind.

That's right, he has the Taichu Heavenly Thunder Technique.

The so-called thunder and lightning are his nourishment and creation.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Since the first thunder, the whole world has been restless. Thunder and lightning have torn apart, and many of them have struck down from the sky. This is because Zhao Yun has activated the Heavenly Thunder Technique.

Still struck by lightning.

However, Zhao Yun has become accustomed to using his mental skills to attract thunder with his body, dancing his sword in the thunder, and tempering his body in the thunder, and the power of the thunder is also engraved into him bit by bit.

Opportunities exist.

Bathed in thunder, his cultivation reached the eighth level in one fell swoop.

Late at night, the bonfire is brightly lit in the cave.

Beside the bonfire, Zhao Yun sat cross-legged and stabilized his state. The hair-like thunder still remained on his body, and even the breath he breathed out had a hint of thunder.

Looking at him now, his temperament has changed greatly.

The so-called change is that there is an indescribable majesty, and it also benefits from thunder and lightning. Since it is thunder in the sky, it has its own power of thunder. They are all traces and have been imprinted into his body. They are invisible and formless, but they can truly

Feel it.

Jingle bell! Jingle bell!

Suddenly, a bell rang, clear and rhythmic.

Zhao Yun frowned slightly.

Because the sound of the bell seemed to have a strange magic power, which made him uneasy and difficult to concentrate. Even if he blocked it several times, the sound of the bell could penetrate it.

For the first time in so many days, he was mentally disturbed.

The so-called disorder is a kind of... precursor to obsession.

"It's late at night, take your time!"

Zhao Yun cursed secretly, then opened his eyes and stood up, followed the sound of the bell and found it all the way. He went to practice in order to be quiet, but he was still disturbed.

Whizzing!

In the dark mountain forest, he was walking like a black shadow with a dark face. When you find that person, you have to ask him why he is ringing a bell in the mountains when he has nothing to do!

He stopped again and hid behind a boulder.

Not far away, there is a mountain trail. Because at night, you can only see the prototype of a person. When you get closer, you realize that it is a mage wearing dark blue robes and a cloak. He is holding a whisk in one hand and a whisk in the other.

Ringing the bell.

It's that bell.

Zhao Yun's eyes narrowed slightly. The sound of the bell made people upset and agitated, making it difficult to stabilize his mind. It was like a curse that could not be removed from his mind. It was very evil.

Looking back, it's a bit creepy.

Behind the mage, there is a group of people, neatly arranged in a row, connected with straw ropes, one every six or seven feet. They all wear tall felt hats, their arms are stretched forward, and they all have a cup on their foreheads.

A piece of yellow paper with talismans drawn on it hangs down on the face. They don't walk, but jump and jump, standing straight and neatly.

"Corpse chaser?" Zhao Yun murmured.

He had heard of corpse chasers, who stayed up day and night, and it was a very mysterious profession that involved a kind of witchcraft, a kind of witchcraft that could move corpses.

It is better to say "to lead" when talking about "driving" the corpse, because the mage is not behind the corpse but in front of the corpse. He sometimes beats the gong while walking, which means to avoid the living people.

"It should be the soul-catching bell."

Zhao Yun murmured, what he was looking at was the bell in the Master's hand. It was worthy of the name of soul-catcher. It sounded evil. And the gong, when struck, shocked the mind.

He looked at the little spirit bead in his arms, but it didn't light up.

This is strange, the mage's cultivation level cannot be measured? Or is it that the mage has a talisman on his body that can shield him from prying eyes? Or, it may be that extremely mysterious witchcraft.

Wow!

The mage scattered paper money again. At first glance, it looked like a funeral for the deceased. There were a lot of things that should be there. It was so eerie and mysterious both overtly and covertly that Zhao Yun's hair stood on end just looking at it.

"interesting."

Zhao Yun couldn't turn his eyes away. Although he had seen more terrifying zombies, he couldn't help but be curious when he saw this scene. There was also an introduction to this in the Xuanmen Book of Heaven. It was nothing more than the witchcraft of exorcising corpses, and most of them dealt with corpses.

While he was talking, the mage had already passed by.

The six corpses behind them were all neat and tidy, and they were jumping straight. The wind blew by, lifting the yellow charms attached to their foreheads, and you could see their white faces, which looked scary. If there were children here,

It would probably make me cry.

He was terrified when he saw this battle.

He was about to leave, but when he saw the sixth corpse, he lay back.

The sixth corpse was a little fat man, not tall, but big and round. When he jumped and jumped, he was not very honest. His head was like a rattle. He looked left and right all the way. His hands were stretched forward, sometimes

Then he took it back, scratched his ears, scratched his neck, and then stretched it back out again.

"Fake corpse?" Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.

After looking at it carefully, I realized that if it was a fake corpse, it was clearly a living person.

Why do you say that? Just because the little spirit bead in his arms lit up for a moment, and his cultivation level was measured. He should be in the True Spirit Realm, the first level.

This is interesting.

What's wrong with a living person? Why would he dance with a pile of corpses in the middle of the night? Is this a special hobby? Or is he just too lazy to do anything?

Looking at the mage walking in front, he obviously didn't notice.

The little fat man was still dishonest, looking left and right. When he looked towards Zhao Yun, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. His eyes were very good, as if he had seen Zhao Yun.

"are you crazy!"

Zhao Yun's lips moved, but there was no sound. He should have used lip language.

"You have the disease."

The little fat man understood lip reading and moved his lips as he replied to Zhao Yun.

"Then keep dancing!"

Zhao Yun curled his lips and pulled away secretly, not having time to talk nonsense.

"Fuck your grandma."

He moved, and so did the little fat man. With a loud curse, he tore off the yellow talisman attached to his forehead, then tore off the straw rope, jumped, and ran into the forest.

Um?

The mage turned around suddenly and was stunned for a moment, his eyes looking very strange for a moment.

Damn it, why is there still a living person?

What's embarrassing is that, following him all the way, he didn't notice it at all.

"Where to go."

The mage snorted coldly, immediately formed a seal with one hand and recited a spell.

Well...!

The little fat man who had just fled into the forest held his head and groaned. Judging from his expression, he seemed to be in pain. Maybe he was planted with a witchcraft by the mage.

"help me."

The little fat man said bitterly, telling Zhao Yun that the distance between the two of them was only three to five feet.

Zhao Yun frowned, really not wanting to wade into this muddy water.

The main reason is that the mage is so weird. It seems that he is of high moral character.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

There was a banging sound, and two corpses jumped in, one on the left and one on the right. They were real corpses. They must have been activated by the mage. They ignored Zhao Yun and went straight to the little fat man.

Needless to say, I want to catch the little fat man back.

"help me."

The little fat man was still looking at Zhao Yun, his eyes full of longing.

Zhao Yun sighed in his heart.

He took action anyway, came in two steps, picked up the little fat man and left.

Save a life, what level of pagoda is that?
To be continued...