Spirit Realm Walker

Everything in the ancient tomb was shattered in the roaring Yin Qi, revealing its original appearance.

——The winding and quiet roads, the dilapidated and depressed houses, the wooden doors with faded and blackened red paper, the withered grass roots and dry moss in the corners

He is still in the village, still in his original position. The previous trekking through mountains and rivers and traveling through robbery holes was just an illusion.

After breaking away from the illusion, Zhang Yuanqing turned his head sharply and looked at the quiet path behind him. A yin energy as thick as ink was coming from the end of the winding path.

The waves surged one after another, like thick smoke.

Right in front of the billowing smoke was a wailing little boy.

He moved his limbs quickly, crying and crawling at the same time, bursting out at a speed that should not be possible at this age. The smoke-like Yin Qi behind him chased him, and would swallow this round and cute little baby spirit at any time.

At this moment, he was extremely dependent on his master, just like a child dependent on its parents.

Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill coming from his heart. Every nerve was roaring "Run away". Every muscle was tightening like a conditioned reflex. Adrenaline was soaring, but instead of supporting the body to fight, it allowed this body to fight. When escaping for life, your legs and feet will not become weak.

The charm was broken, and now that he had time to escape and look at the little funny boy who was about to be swallowed up by the "thick smoke", Zhang Yuanqing's face twitched fiercely.

The next moment, he rushed towards Xiao Tiaobi, facing the tsunami of Yin Qi.

When he rushed toward this terrifying Yin Qi, he truly felt the fear of Xiaodoubi. The breath that rushed towards his face carried the unstoppable power of Pei Mo. Before it arrived, he, as the Night Wandering God, had already lost control of it. , heartbroken.

This is the coercion exerted by those in high positions on those in lower positions in the same profession.

Just like the Night Travel God restraining the spirit body.

During a rapid sprint, Zhang Yuanqing shook off his yin-yang robe and put it on, summoned his boots, and put them on while running. His steps suddenly became thicker, and each foot made a dull thumping sound, calming the disordered breath.

After running for more than ten meters, his legs became weak, his calves spasmed, and his face turned as white as paper.

The closer he got to the Yin Qi, the more frightened he became, as if he were encountering a natural enemy.

No, can't stop. He said to himself in his heart.

Two glimmers of light emerged, turning into thug gloves and explosive pistols respectively.

grass! What's there to be cowardly about? The person's eggs are in the sky. The moment he fucked this damn bitch while holding two props, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly had this idea in his heart, and gained great courage from it, and the fear in his heart disappeared.

Thump thump thump!

He finally rushed to the little Doubi, opened his arms, and hugged the little baby spirit tightly in his arms.

It was at this time that Yin energy as rich as ink surged into his eyes, and Zhang Yuanqing saw that the billowing black smoke dispersed, revealing a pair of embroidered shoes and a pleated red skirt.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the "black smoke" spread out against the plump and towering chest, like an open curtain, revealing the graceful curve of the lower jaw.

Finally, there was a face that was extremely beautiful. Widow Li from the village was right. This woman was indeed very handsome, but she was also very fair, so white that it oozed through people's eyes.

The most horrifying thing was her eyes. The eye sockets were filled with dark energy, and the pupils were as red as gems.

Zhang Yuanqing's body was shaking violently, and his teeth collided up and down, making a "click" sound. His face was completely drained of color, and he was as pale as the woman in the red dress in front of him.

But his heart was beating violently, beating overload, and the extent of its pumping could be seen through the rise and fall of his chest.

Huge fear exploded in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. This was the most terrifying enemy he had ever faced, except for the Demon Eye King.

The Demon Eye King does not have the aura to suppress the Night Walker God, but the woman in the red dress in front of him is different. During her lifetime, she was obviously a powerful Night Walker God, no, a star official.

Those eyes with dark eyes and pupils like blood beads stared at Zhang Yuanqing without any emotion. She slowly raised her hand, and her sleeves slipped down, revealing a pale but delicate hand.

This hand grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

With a bang, Zhang Yuanqing's emotions exploded.

He seemed to have been greatly stimulated. On the verge of death, the burning anger in his heart briefly overcame his fear.

The right boot glowed with a thick, slightly sticky yellow light.

The muscles in his right leg bulged, splitting his pants leg.

Snapped!

Zhang Yuanqing whipped out his whip leg and whipped it towards the pale hand that he grabbed.

The pale and delicate hand paused and slowly turned the palm.

Snapped!

Zhang Yuanqing's whip hit the woman in the red skirt's palm, and immediately the sole of her foot was held.

"Click."

Zhang Yuanqing heard the sound of bones in the soles of his feet breaking.

That hand was obviously delicate and beautiful, but it had unparalleled strength. What was even more frightening was that the fatal kick from the back boots failed to make the delicate and pale hand waver at all.

Invincible, invincible. Zhang Yuanqing's thought of "killing her" quickly disappeared.

He seemed to have lost his mind and became reckless, carelessly touching his chest with his hands.

"boom!"

The strong wind and waves and the red fire light raised the hem of the princess's skirt and lifted her black hair, while her face was cold and stiff.

Seeing that the shock wave of the explosion could not drive the princess back, Zhang Yuanqing cursed "fuck" in his heart. Even the attack from the back boots could not repel her. Why do I think that the extraordinary quality gloves can work?

The worst thing is that such a delay wastes precious life-saving time.

The princess let go of the soles of her feet, and her pale and delicate hands grasped him again, almost touching his neck.

Zhang Yuanqing's neck quickly became covered with a layer of white frost.

At the critical moment, Zhang Yuanqing pressed the drum button on Elvis Presley's speaker and summoned red dancing shoes at the same time.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull, deafening drumming tears the eardrums and targets all spiritual bodies and spirits, making those who hear it feel frightened and shake their spirits.

The princess's hand paused slightly.

Two wisps of red light covered Zhang Yuanqing's feet. After putting them on, the next moment, his body collapsed without warning, and he did a split to avoid the princess's hand.

Hearing the sound of the drums, the princess's cold and fierce eyes seemed to shrink for a moment, and then her eyes became more fierce, with bulging black blood vessels crawling up her pale cheeks.

Although his face was stiff, Zhang Yuanqing could clearly feel the furious emotion.

The sound of the drums drove her into a frenzy? No, drums don't have this ability. Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment, and then thought of something.

It's the Demon King!

The Demon King also entered this dungeon back then. He must have brought an Elvis speaker with him at that time. The sound of the drums irritated the princess and seemed to bring back unpleasant memories for her.

Fuck, what did this idiot Demon Lord do to her back then? !

Zhang Yuanqing cursed in his heart.

Under the control of the red dancing shoes, he jumped up with his legs and ran towards the outside of the village.

The red dancing shoes are not suppressed by the princess.

Zhang Yuanqing endured the pain in his right foot and anxiously turned off the drum sound. Looking back, his pupils contracted violently.

The thick smoke-like Yin Qi turned into a hand larger than a house and grabbed at him.

In the palm of his hand was the furious princess.

The palm of his hand was like an overturned building, hitting the bodies of the people running wildly.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing immediately split his spirit body into two parts and took possession of the Inferi. At the same time, he summoned a humanoid skin as thin as a cicada's wings from the inventory.

Perfect human skin!

He threw the prop hard towards the Dead One behind him.

Dead No. 1 (Zhang Yuanqing) took this prop and covered his head. The humanoid skin "melted" into a pool of liquid, covering Dead No. 1.

The next second, Dead Man No. 1 turned into a handsome and energetic young man in his early twenties.

It was Zhang Yuanqing.

This Zhang Yuanqing turned around, fled into a side road, and parted ways with the main body.

The giant hand that overturned seemed to be affected by something, and froze in mid-air. After a brief struggle, it chased Zhang Yuanqing, who had transformed into a corpse.

"Hu did not come after me!"

Sensing the tsunami-like Yin energy chasing the Yin corpse, Zhang Yuanqing felt the joy of escaping from death, as well as the weakness of excessive emotional consumption.

Zhang Yuanqing did not dare to stop for a moment, and rushed towards the fields and back hills with his red dancing shoes.

He wanted to use the red shoes to ignore the terrain and run to the ancient tomb in one go without having to pay for his physical strength.

The Dead One can't hold on for long, no, it can't run for long.

It will soon be killed by the princess.

The ancient tomb is a safe haven, not just leaving the village. The princess will definitely come after you.

Zhang Yuanqing felt as if he was walking on flat ground on the undulating mountains and large protruding rock walls, aiming for the stolen cave in his memory.

Although what he saw before was an illusion, Zhang Yuanqing believed that it was not an illusion, but an illusion created based on reality.

The reason is simple. He has never been to the ancient tomb, but everything there is so real, from the architecture of the ancient tomb to the burial objects, everything is well-founded, so he was deceived.

That bronze mirror was dug out of an ancient tomb. This is something it knows, so it can create such a seamless illusion.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yuanqing arrived at the thief's cave in the illusion.

His analysis was correct, the location of the ancient tomb is here.

"Release!"

Zhang Yuanqing immediately released the wearing mode of the red dance shoes, quickly jumped into the robbery cave, and walked along the narrow passage.

The red dance shoes followed behind with a click, and a message appeared above:

【Would you like to dance with me.】

It looks like it is chasing Zhang Yuanqing for nothing.

After walking through the tomb robbing passage, Zhang Yuanqing jumped into the tomb chamber. He looked around and saw the clay sculptures of maids and guards standing in the four corners. Even the crack marks and severed limbs were exactly the same as in the environment.

Then he felt relieved and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

The air in the tomb was a bit dull, obviously lacking oxygen, which was different from the fantasy.

"I didn't realize it from this detail. Alas, I lacked experience in tomb robbing, so I suffered a big loss."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed and thought.

"Da da da"

Red Dance Shoes followed him and jumped into the tomb, came to his side, raised his left foot and kicked him.

【Would you like to dance with me.】

If the owner does not pay the price within a short period of time, the red dancing shoes' favor with the owner will decrease and the owner will be hunted down.

Kick him, it means that Hong Dancing Shoes doesn't love him anymore.

"Yes, yes."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up helplessly, endured the severe pain in his soles, and finished the dance with red shoes.

He felt his foot injury was getting worse.

Zhang Yuanqing put away his red dancing shoes and slumped on the ground, trying not to move his injured right foot.

The reason why he was able to complete the tap dance despite the comminuted fracture of the sole of his foot was due to the back boots.

——Honest people have good endurance!

Sometimes, the price of props is a kind of ability. For example, just now, the reason why he was able to overcome the fear in his heart and the pressure of high-ranking people was all thanks to the two fire master props, the Thug Gloves and the Explosive Pistol.

This is the basis for Zhang Yuanqing's subsequent series of operations.

Although this led to reckless and brainless operations, the overall results were beneficial.

Suddenly, an unimaginably strong pressure came from above.

Zhang Yuanqing's heart trembled, he instinctively curled up and looked up nervously to observe.

The princess came in pursuit.

He watched with fear for a long time, until the coercion hovered above for a long time and then receded.

"Leaving?" Zhang Yuanqing exhaled a long breath, then covered his chest, feeling heartbroken:

"What a pity, we lost an Inferi."

Using the "karma-bearing" attribute of perfect human skin to make the Infernal Corpse his scapegoat was an idea that Zhang Yuanqing came up with during the crisis just now.

Fu Qingyang is right, the more dangerous the moment, the more potential he can unleash.

Although the perfect human skin is cursed and very deceptive, from a certain perspective, it is an out-and-out artifact.

"I hope the princess will not take away the props, otherwise this copy will really lose blood."

Zhang Yuanqing stood up and turned his gaze to the aisle door and the main tomb.

In the previous illusion, coffins and boxes could not be opened. He wanted to see if these things could be opened in reality.