As if to confirm Shu Ci's words, the miserable moonlight fell like water, falling towards the forest of corpses.
The skeletal branches swayed in the wind, except for the faint smell of corpses in the air.
Gradually, an extremely strong muddy smell filled the air. This smell was extremely weird.
Balian only felt that the solid ground under his feet had become soft, as if it had become some kind of loose matrix that was wriggling strangely.
The big white-bone tree growing on this land began to sway crazily, and the corpses under the intricately intertwined white-bone branches began to dance crazily like a group of demons.
That Suiyou escaped from the wooden coffin, his formation was damaged and disordered, and his aura could no longer be concealed.
These corpses smelled the living breath on his body and woke up one after another.
They opened their pale eyeballs without pupils, and spewed green corpse gas from their mouths.
The calm of the night was suddenly broken, like a drop of water falling into a boiling pan of oil.
These corpses went from waking up to boiling in just a moment, as if a calm sea suddenly shook.
The huge white-bone tree spread its branches and gathered in the mountains, and the corpses were densely packed like a dark tide, rushing toward them.
The blue-grey faces were dull, the necks were crooked, and the backs were arched high and inhumanly.
Through the thin clothes, one can even see their mutant spines with clearly defined joints.
Their pace seemed slow, but in fact they were faster than wild horses, with their waists bent and their limbs lying on the ground.
The dark nails were lightly scratched in front of the ground, leaving a deep gash in which the corpse aura spread.
Even his nails were filled with strong corpse poison.
The bones are as white as a mountain, and the corpses are as long as a forest.
The owner of Yinxu Valley really lives up to his reputation as a ghost.
These corpse ghosts exhaled a strong green corpse aura from their mouths, crawled with their fingers on the ground, and scratched their nails across the black crawling ground, as if they had triggered some strong reaction.
A large area of corpse poison mist quickly spread throughout the forest valley.
Shu Ci is a fox demon, and her nose is extremely sensitive to breath. The strong smell of corpse poison poured into her mouth and nose, like bones stuck in her throat, like fire.
She covered her mouth and nose with her claws and hurriedly retreated, only to find that her retreat was blocked by a group of corpses from behind.
Balian's face looked a little gloomy: "A group of dead creatures without souls actually gave birth to spiritual intelligence."
Shu Ci's clear voice was hoarse due to the poisonous miasma, and she said coldly: "You really think too much. These ghosts don't have the ability to transcend life and death. It's the ghost fairy who is controlling them behind the scenes."
"Manipulation?"
Bai Lian summoned the Tiance Junshan Sword and split the bodies of the two ghouls with his backhand sword. However, he found that it felt extremely hard, as if the sword had struck two mountain rocks.
The corpse of the ghoul fell to the ground, and the strange black mud on the ground quickly squirmed and enveloped it.
And the bone tree grew bigger and bigger, and vaguely human faces could be seen on some of the thick white bone branches that were swinging wildly.
Balian pressed Shu Ci's manic fox head with one hand. He was obviously affected by the poisonous miasma, and his temper became very violent and manic. He wanted to jump out of his sleeves and have a good fight with these corpses.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The functions of this poisonous miasma and the corpse forest really complement each other and are closely related.
People who go into the forest can even discover how these unknown 'creatures' are 'born' by absorbing their breath.
However, under the erosion of this poisonous miasma, they will also lose their ability to think and think, and will continue to attack these corpses.
It is basically impossible to break through this evil formation of corpse forest.
And Bailian had a huge advantage in this battle.
He is a corpse demon. He is not affected by the poisonous miasma in this valley, and his mind is naturally clear.
With a clear mind, one can calmly analyze and think about solutions.
The birth of those white fruits was the result of the black soil devouring the corpses attacked by their methods.
In this way, you can't break the situation by chopping with swords, cutting with knives, blasting with fists, or tearing with hands.
Balian thought of a way to break the situation easily.
It's just that at this moment, he doesn't have any spiritual power in his body, so he can't use this method at all.
Balian could only avoid attacking the zombie demons that came to attack them.
He put away the Tiance Junshan Sword, picked up Suiyou's collar with one hand, and jumped back high to avoid the tearing and scratching of several corpse ghosts.
His injuries have not healed, and he has not eaten blood. Although the corpse beads can secrete the power of blood, his physical strength has not been well repaired.
Dodging like this in the midst of a siege consumes a lot of energy.
He dodged to the left and jumped to the right, moving sideways a foot away. He could barely use the Seven Ember Steps without the support of spiritual power, but the distance was extremely limited.
In his current state, there is absolutely no way he can leave this place through body skills.
Just when he was distracted and thinking, a sword wind struck, and Balian felt that the air around him suddenly became extremely heavy, causing his mobility to be extremely restricted in an instant.
The sword opened and closed widely, with the potential to split the mountain.
Although Bai Lian quickly took seven steps to dodge, his back was still brushed by the sword wind.
Just a wisp of it caused the skin on his back to be torn apart, as if it had been plowed open with a blunt knife.
Balian never thought that the power of wielding a sword that he could hold so easily would bring such a terrifying sense of oppression to people.
He knew he couldn't last long.
While Balian was breathing heavily, he cast a cold gaze down at the full-moon wine gourd hanging around his waist.
After such a hard battle, three or four drops of wine have condensed at the bottom of the jade gourd.
Although there was little spiritual fluid, it was still barely enough for him to use that method of fending off enemies.
but……
Balian seemed to be taboo about something.
He did not drink the moonlight wine in the jade gourd, but thought for a moment, and the bright red color in his eyes slowly faded and turned into pitch black.
The dark pupils gradually spread the blackness, until the entire eyeball seemed to be overflowing with black soul fire.
There was a faint look of pain on Bailian's face, but he did not stop this dangerous behavior.
suddenly……
There was a strong wind in the sky, and thousands of trees were crawling on their knees. The wind was like a big invisible hand, lifting up the gray sand and fine rocks on the ground, hitting people so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.
A dazzling green light suddenly burst out from nowhere, and the surrounding wind was overwhelming and flying.
The wind formed a huge wind vortex in this forest of corpses, sucking all the roaring corpses standing on the ground into the whirlpool formed by the wind.
Bailian's feet were suspended in the air, and he was about to be sucked into the center of the wind by the whirlpool.
At this moment, a hand passed through the wind field and landed on Bailian's shoulder, gently touching it.
The force was not heavy, it could even be said to be very light, and Balian's dangling feet fell back onto the ground.
When he turned around, he saw half of his face glowing softly and translucently in the dim moonlight.
The face was clean and neat, with a clear and moist outline, a handsome and elegant young man's profile.
There was a light silver flower mark on the middle of the young man's eyebrows. He put one hand on Balian's shoulder, and held an unfolded snow-white folding fan in the other hand, covering half of his face below the bridge of his nose.
All you could see was a pair of lavender eyes above the folding fan, which seemed to be emitting a faint fluorescent light in the dark night.
Those lavender eyes seemed to be smiling. He did not speak, but his eyes were slightly opened, and a burning sword rose into the sky from behind him and was involved in the whirlpool of the wind.
The burning sword intent was like a fire that lasted all night, strangling and igniting the corpses in an instant, burning them to ashes.
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