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Things are a little off.

Glancing at the slowly approaching corpse, Ning Qing looked at Ning Gousheng questioningly.

Ning Gouzeng held the sword in both hands, his expression remained calm: the ghost is an illusion, the corpse has nothing to do with the trapped formation, it should be the work of the sneak attacker.

Ning Qing's face was slightly cold. Neither the talisman nor the weapon on his body was suitable for group battles.

Facing the big summoning technique of the sneak attacker, he was in a delicate mood, and asked, "Do you have any tricks to kill in a large area?"

Ning Gousheng shook his head and said, "I have no impression."

Ning Qing was stunned for a moment before realizing that his little friend is a person with amnesia.

However, he usually reacts quickly when he sees things, and the things he thinks of are also very useful. It is easy for Ning Qing to forget his fixed personality of "amnesia".

"In that case, let's check first." Ning Qing said.

The little vajra cover on his body was basically unaffected, so it didn't matter if he played a tentative fight.

After thinking about it for a while, he said again: "You are the main force, so be careful."

Ning Gousheng agreed, and without waiting for Ning Qing to make a move, he struck out with a sword first.

This sword was just a temptation, Ning Gousheng didn't use much strength, and the moves were extremely ordinary.

However, such an ordinary sword still produced a short sword light, like frost and snow, and went straight to the corpse several feet away.

Jian Guang was silent, light and without any smoke, and instantly entered the army of slow-moving corpses.

Rotten flesh and blood splashed everywhere, discolored broken bones flew around, and a trace of stench mixed into the wind, making one almost nauseated.

Ning Qing's face remained unchanged, and when he glanced at it, he saw that where the sword light went, hundreds of corpses were wiped out, leaving only a deep sword mark on the soft soil.

This was the first time Ning Qing saw Ning Gousheng's moves, but she didn't expect her level to be quite high.Ning Qing couldn't tell what Ning Gou's leftover sword intent was. After all, he didn't try his best, but Jian Gang was clear at a glance, and it could be called transparent and concise.

"Well done." Ning Qing praised without hesitation, and then jumped into the battle circle.

Without using any weapons, Ning Qing only relied on a pair of legs, taking advantage of her light body, to attack the corpse by staying in the air and momentum.

He doesn't pay attention to routines, he only adheres to the tenet of only being quick and not breaking, and tries to increase the number of attacks he can, which feels hearty for a while.

The corpse moved slowly, without any mind, and its strength was only equivalent to the middle stage of body forging. It was completely unable to avoid Ning Qing's continuous attacks, and the sound of bones breaking could be heard endlessly.

Ning Gousheng followed closely behind him, the shadow of the sword in his hand never resting, bringing up patches of blood rain, and the white robe fluttered without staining the slightest bit.

The massacre was one-sided, and the mass grave gradually became a Shura field.

The ground under his feet soon turned dark red, the stench became stronger, and the rustling sound in the soil reappeared.

"No!" Ning Qing suddenly stopped attacking, and He Ning Gousheng retreated back to the original place on guard.

The young mortician was already crying from fright, squatting on the ground and retching non-stop. When he saw Ning Qing and the others coming back, he shook his body involuntarily.

Ning Qing glanced at him and stopped paying attention. She watched the chopped corpse wriggling and reorganizing in front of her, forming a complete corpse with strange shapes again, standing there motionless.

"If this goes on like this, I won't be able to kill them all." Ning Qing's tone was light, looking at the light mask on her body that had faded a lot, she suddenly asked, "The mortician, the corpse puppet you sent off has already entered the Tao?"

The young mortician shivered and said, "I, I don't know, the person who asked me to send him didn't say anything, but only gave me a dozen spells."

Ning Qing and Ning Gousheng looked at each other and asked again: "You don't know where he came from? Do you still have the spell?"

"Yes, yes, yes! Here!" The mortician immediately took out the precious charm from his arms. The yellow paper of extremely poor quality was coiled with twisted cinnabar, which looked like the handwriting of a three-year-old child.

Ning Qing gave a "tsk" and glanced at it, but she had no impression of the runes on it.

Ning Gousheng said: "Zhu Youke's talisman, its function is to suppress."

Ning Qing raised her brows, looked around at the still standing corpse, and suddenly smiled: "This client is a bit interesting. Drive away the mortician, where are you going to send this puppet?"

The young man sniffled and said, "It was agreed that it will be sent to the central place. He suggested that I find the master from Yuyan Cihang Temple before leaving."

Ning Qing said in surprise: "It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and a mortician took the corpse to the Buddhist gate."

The young man said: "I'm not a mortician, I just promised others, of course I must do what I say."

As if he had mentioned the forbidden words that cannot be said, just as the young man finished speaking, a cold breath emerged from the ground, covering the sky and covering the earth, chilling to the marrow of the bone.

Countless corpses waved their limbs, and crows from nowhere croaked hoarsely. The sun was setting and dusk had quietly arrived.

Ning Qing was startled, knowing that she had priorities, she didn't continue to argue with the timid mortician, but stared at the gradual unification of the corpse's movements, her face became serious.

How can time pass so fast?

He clearly remembered that not long had passed, at most an hour from noon to now, why it was dusk.

Ning Gousheng stretched out his hand to hold Ning Qing's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "It's a sleepy formation, a hallucination."

Ning Qing said: "He did it on purpose? To simulate dusk, what do you want these corpses to do?"

Ning Gousheng said: "If my prediction is correct, he has already started to kill, intending to give this corpse a negative energy and drive it freely."

Ning Qing's heart moved, and she suddenly understood: "He wants to increase the speed of these things?!"

Sure enough, just as Ning Qing thought, before he could finish his words, the corpses within a radius of hundreds of feet stopped in unison, and then rushed towards Ning Qing and the three of them like crazy!

Perhaps it is precisely because of getting enough yin qi that the strength of these splicing products has grown rapidly, and it is like the early stage of qi refining in a blink of an eye.

They are surprisingly fast, within a blink of an eye from a distance of ten feet, and before others can react, they swiped out their blue and black claws.

Ning Qing didn't have time to think about it, a kite turned over and flew up, kicking away the nearest corpses, and took two steps back to start a back-to-back fight with Ning Gousheng.

The spliced ​​pieces are flexible in movement and large in number. As the saying goes, if you beat a master to death with random punches, even if Ning Qing is fast enough, you will inevitably get hit a few times.

The black nails collided with the vajra cover of Ning Qing's bodyguard, and the piercing metal impact sounded endlessly, and clusters of sparks exploded, making people's eyes hurt.

Ning Qing's light-colored eyes didn't blink, and she kept kicking the corpses one by one.

Ning Gousheng did not return to the previous style of fighting, the main body left his hand, and rushed out, the sword momentum never returned, arousing a series of loud and clear howls of swords!

The sword shadow volleyed in the air with the howling sound, and the broken limbs and skeletons rained down like rain!

There are too many corpses, passive beating is not an option!

Amidst the blood and flesh splattering, Ning Qing suddenly felt something, and asked Ning Gousheng loudly: "Ning Gousheng, did you see where he is?"

Ning Gousheng was originally protecting Ning Qing blindly, but he was taken aback when he heard Ning Qing's words.

His consciousness couldn't shrink due to the damage to his body, and his long-term fighting instinct took effect at this moment. With a flash of spirit in his mind, he swiped his body backwards with two fingers, and shot towards the place where the killing intent was most intense.

The momentum of the sword was faster than the wind and thunder, and it sank deep into the ground in an instant, and there was a loud noise of golden swords clashing, bursting into a flower made of flesh and blood!

With a swipe of Ning Qing's footsteps, Ning Gousheng passed by like a swallow flying back. With a slight flick of her wrist, she pulled out a small flying flower aurora finger, and immediately urged it without blinking!

The thin light turned into a little bit of cold star, tearing apart the illusory twilight, and with the snap of a finger, you can reach the place where the yin energy is the strongest in the mass grave.

Another thunderclap resounded through the mass grave, followed by a hoarse roar!

Stimulated by the roar, the aura of the stitching product immediately climbed again, and its strength was not inferior to that of the monks in the late stage of Qi refining, and the offensive became more violent.Soon there were more corpses on the ground shaking and crawling up, recklessly joining the team battle.

Ning Qing's complexion became more and more solemn. Unexpectedly, the corpse puppet was attacked by him and Ning Gousheng successively, and still had the power to fight back. After running away, he used the "big summoning technique" again.

However, this also completely exposed the other party, Ning Gou's remaining quick sword came again, forcing the corpse puppet out of the ground, and wrestling with him.

The corpse puppet roared again after being wounded, and the scene became even more chaotic.

In front of Ning Qing's eyes and behind him were claws soaked in corpse poison, scratching, tearing and biting eclecticly, all of them fell on the mask at once, and countless flames enveloped Ning Qing in it, just like a burning man.

The line of sight is completely obstructed!

"It's endless." Ning Qing saw that the golden light on her body was getting dimmer, and the poisonous claws of the corpse continued to strike without stopping, and a sense of crisis suddenly came to her heart.

A sweeping leg cleared away a pile of corpses, Ning Qing fumbled into the sleeve, her face changed abruptly.

His talisman was cut open at some point!

"Miscalculation!" Ning Qing lost her voice.

Unless the energy of the golden light is exhausted by defensive spells such as the Vajra Mask, it will be difficult to injure the person in the mask. But now that the mask has not been exhausted, his cuffs are already damaged.

The other party is a little more terrifying than he imagined, at least in the middle stage of soul cultivation!

Sensing Ning Qing's crisis, Ning Gousheng tapped his right hand, gave up fighting with the corpse puppet, and quickly returned to defense. Before Ning Qing's mask was broken, he swept down the corpses around him with a single blow !

Ning Qing seized the opportunity, raised her hand to sacrifice a small flag, condensed blood and internal energy with her fingertips, and with a light touch, the small flag will grow in the wind.

When it grew to more than two feet, it immediately hung down on the top of Ning Qing's head, casting brown rays of light to protect Ning Qing tightly.

Seeing that the crisis was temporarily lifted, Ning Qing immediately looked at the corpse puppet who was fleeing underground.

Through the brown light curtain, the world in front of Ning Qing changed color, and all movements suddenly seemed to slow down countless times.

Every corpse was included in his eyes, he was at a loss for a moment, and subconsciously felt that these corpses were so ugly.

All of them are like bitter gourds, they wear extremely cool clothes, and they look particularly angry.

Together with this thought, distorted lines appeared in front of my eyes, intertwined and intertwined into an ancient mural, and a thick and vast atmosphere rushed towards my face amidst the rough and mysterious.

If there is something to open Ning Qing's Niwan Palace, he is blessed and said in his heart: "Any painting style that is inconsistent with mine! Don't move!"

The world stood still for a moment, and the hallucination of dancing corpses was frozen at that moment, as if the scene of demons dancing wildly had been paused.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

On the real reason why Ning Qing and Ye Haoyuan became friends:

Ye Haoyuan: I am so handsome, so handsome that I break through the sky!

Ning Qing: I have an English name named Wodetian Weisenmo Ramoshuai Shuaid Buyobyod!

Ye Haoyuan: The most helpless thing in life is that no one understands how handsome I am.

Ning Qing: The most painful thing in life is that I am so handsome but I can't kiss my own face.

Ye Haoyuan: It makes sense!Fellow Daoist, do you have any free time?Pindao feels that there is still room for further research!

Ning Qing: Fellow Daoist!I have time anytime!