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.
Na 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 air 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 the calm sea was suddenly shaken by an uproar.
The huge white-bone tree spread its branches and gathered in the mountains, and the corpses were densely packed like a dark tide, rushing towards them.
The blue-grey faces were dull, the necks were crooked, and the backs were arched inhumanly high.
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 the 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 strong green corpse aura from their mouths, crawled on the ground with their fingers, and scratched the black crawling ground with their nails, 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 was 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?"
Bailian 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 corpse fell to the ground, and the strange black mud on the ground quickly squirmed and swallowed it up.
And the bone tree grew bigger and bigger, and vaguely human faces could be seen on some of the thick white bone branches swinging wildly.
Balian felt strange for a moment, knowing that if he continued to kill these corpses, the bone tree would grow into a terrible state.
But if he didn't resist and fight back, he and Shu Ci would be completely surrounded and torn into pieces by this group of corpses.
And in this valley realm, he also truly witnessed the power and terror of this ghost fairy.
Under this white bone tree, there is an endless forest of corpses.
If you count them in detail, these corpses may be in the tens of thousands.
He can control soulless corpses, which is a serious art of exorcising corpses. It requires powerful spiritual consciousness to control each corpse.
However, a person's spiritual consciousness is limited, but he can take advantage of the mountains of this Yinxu Valley. Every inch of the mountain soil can be borrowed for him to turn into the power of spiritual consciousness.
There is nothing special about these corpses, they are just like beasts that can only release corpse poison.
Balian was not afraid of corpse poison, but that child and Shu Ci were different.
Balian saw Shu Ci surrounded by a group of corpse ghosts, his eyes flashing red and fierce, obviously his mind was gradually affected by the corpse poison of this foggy miasma.
At this time, you cannot fall into confusion.
Balian took a deep breath and activated the little blood in his body. His eyes were as scarlet as blood, and several afterimages of his figure appeared in the darkness.
Where the afterimage had spoken, the remains of the corpses danced and danced like broken leaves.
Life and death opened up a path between him and Shu Ci.
Bailian brushed his big sleeves to the ground, rolled Shu Ci's small body into his sleeves and hid it again.
Not surprisingly, the corpses of the ghouls that he tore into pieces were also quickly swallowed up by the crawling black mud in the earth.
On the swaying bones of the branches, many faces with different faces appeared.
An even stranger scene happened.
The faces had different expressions, with painful and ferocious expressions, and they began to struggle among the branches to escape.
And the next moment, those faces really gradually bulged out to form distinct facial features.
Then it formed white fruits one after another and fell from the bone tree.
As soon as the white fruit fell to the ground, it quickly grew into a 'human' shape.
They grew taller and longer, holding swords in their hands and with scarlet eyes.
Except for his appearance, which is different from Balian.
The aura of blood in their bodies and the aura of wielding swords were exactly the same as those of Balian.
Balian's eyes were very sharp, and he even saw a white fruit falling to the ground.
It transformed into the form of a little fox with lifeless eyes and sharp claws.
The corpses they killed in this forest of corpses, after being swallowed by the black mud, would absorb nutrients from the bone tree and breed unknown 'creatures' with auras similar to theirs.
Whether it is the power of the corpse demon in their bodies or the sword power of Tiance Junshan, they are all reproduced perfectly.
What is even more frightening is that not long ago Shuci was still talking about this group of ghosts without souls.
At this moment, something rich in 'activity' seemed to be stuffed under these empty shells.
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.
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.
But 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 corpse formation.
And Bai Lian 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.
A clear mind can naturally analyze and think about solutions calmly.
The birth of those white fruits was the result of the black soil devouring the corpses attacked by their methods.
In this way, slashing with swords, cutting with knives, blasting with fists, and tearing with hands can't break the situation.
Bailian thought of a way to easily break the situation.
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 middle 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, making his mobility 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 open, 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 had condensed at the bottom of the jade gourd.
Although there was little spiritual fluid, it was still barely enough for him to use that kind of enemy-defending method.
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 receded and turned into pitch black.
The dark pupils gradually spread the darkness 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 from the earth, 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 vortex 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 Bailian'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 that looked like a handsome young man's.
There was a light silver flower mark on the middle of the young man's brow. 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 that could be seen was a pair of lavender eyes above the folding fan, which seemed to emit 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.
The remaining wind blew and swept away into the distance.
