If viewed from the front, the magical weapon Bai Ze sacrificed and the mountains and beautiful water on the fan seemed to be a rhythmic ink painting.
And among the mountains and rivers, there was an old man who was seriously injured and nearly dead. He found that the ban on the magic weapon was finally opened, and he was struggling to escape from the locked space of Splendid Mountains and Rivers.
But before he could get away, he saw densely packed corpses, like a sudden rainstorm, hitting his head!
Before the old man could react, he was caught off guard by the dead men and was immediately buried under a torrential rain of corpses.
Among the dense tide of corpses, a pair of eyes took in all this scene.
It was a rotten and twisted face, but the eyes were not just empty holes like other corpses, glowing with a sinister and crawling blood.
That face laughed, extremely ferocious.
I saw it issuing a silent call, and among the corpse tide, several corpses jumped up, three times, five times five times two, directly passed over the many corpses, and came to Bai Ze.
The young man from the sect had a sharp look in his eyes, and he clearly noticed that the corpses were different and had a sinister aura about them that could threaten him.
But before Bai Ze had time to react, the corpses that jumped up and flew towards them were directly sucked into the magic weapon space without any effort by the suppressive power released by Jinxiu Mountains and Rivers.
Bai Ze seemed to hear a dark sneer ringing in his ears, which made him feel cold all over. He subconsciously stopped pouring the Qi into the beautiful mountains and rivers, and the folding fan magic weapon immediately stopped locking and sealed the space.
The young man put away the folding fan, still feeling uneasy.
But before he had time to think about it, the dead people came over again.
Fight.
Endless fighting.
Bai Ze struck with one sword after another. After refining his energy and reaching the Whale Swallowing Realm, he felt that his current state was like a tireless killing weapon. No dead body that was close to him could not be killed by the prison within one move. Torn apart.
The Five Elements Sword Qi was used repeatedly by Bai Ze.
It's just that the sword energy used by Zhi Yu is all Yin sword energy.
The fire of the Five Elements became a gloomy will-o'-the-wisp under the sword, and even Bai Ze's best Qinglong Sword Qi and Sword Three Changhe Sunset became ferocious and terrifying under the sword.
After an unknown amount of time, when Bai Ze cut the last corpse in half, a mountain of corpses had already piled up in this corner of the West City.
The boy from the Taoist sect held a sword in one hand and stood on the mountain of corpses, drenched by the autumn rain. His expression was indifferent, like a ghost that merged with the dark night.
The ghost general has absorbed all the resentful spirits from the corpse mountain, and the originally erratic figure has solidified.
"Sword Master." The ghost general called from behind Bai Ze.
But the young man from the Taoist sect didn't seem to hear his voice, and his expression was gloomy.
Above the sky, the battle has come to an end.
The Jianlingshan ghost knocked down the broken corpse of the old eunuch Zhu Lu from the night sky and smashed it at Bai Ze's feet. The ghost general immediately cast his gaze over, his eyes full of greed.
But he didn't dare to swallow Zhu Lu's body directly.
Because the frosty woman had already come to Bai Ze's side as the body fell.
The cold breath hit his face, and Bai Ze came back from his trance.
The sword spirit's emerald eyes looked at Bai Ze, and then at the ghost general. He pursed his beautiful lips and without saying a word, he transformed into his true body and flew into Bai Ze's sea of suffering.
As soon as the mountain ghost left, the ghost general's pressure was greatly reduced. He turned his greedy eyes on Zhu Lu's body and said, "Sword Master?"
Bai Ze glanced at the ghost general and knew what he meant. He just nodded tiredly and said, "Eat."
The young man jumped down from the mountain of corpses, took out a spiritual stone from the chess piece, and used the method of scattering beans to form a soldier, turning the spiritual stone into a strong spiritual soldier, and picked up the seriously injured and unconscious girl in red.
Bai Ze took back Mo Yu and ordered his spirit soldiers to carry the girl in red to a safe place and hide her.
Maybe she noticed the movement, and with difficulty, Pei Guoguo opened her eyes through a slit, looking at the junior brother who felt familiar yet strange to her in the night, and said in a hoarse voice, "Junior brother..."
"Here you are." Bai Ze smiled, but the smile was hidden from his eyes. He gently touched the girl's forehead, his voice as gentle as possible, "Senior sister, you are injured. Have a good sleep, I will take care of everything."
Pei Guoguo heard Bai Ze's voice and smiled reluctantly.
"You're fine... just fine..."
The girl fell unconscious again.
Bai Ze stood in the autumn rain, watching the spirit soldiers carry Sixth Senior Sister away, and slowly turned his gaze to the south.
There, the golden light had completely dissipated.
The huge Buddhist statue was beaten to pieces.
The entire Nancheng was torn apart by the battle that shook the world.
In Xicheng, the battle between Zhenxi General Gucheng and Huoshenshan Elder Lu Jianxiong, and the white-haired old woman and Thousand Cave City Demon Lord Wang Zhenyu is still intensifying.
All those who could participate in the war joined the battlefield against the army of the dead.
In that black wave, there were not only corpses of sages from the fifth realm, but also some troublesome corpses of supreme beings from the fourth realm.
More than seventy years ago, the mass graves left behind after the end of the National War buried not only the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also the expeditionary troops of various countries.
Among those rotting corpses were not just some unknown people, but also famous national war generals.
Everyone from Yunhai Xianmen, except Bai Ze, Pei Guoguo and Su Wen, all joined the battle in Xicheng.
The battle that shook the world changed the color of the world.
The four sages took action at the same time, and the demonic atmosphere and true energy collided fiercely on the rainy night, like the cry of an ancient dragon.
"Ghost General, let's go." Bai Ze shouted.
The ghost general had already devoured all the resentful spirits attached to Zhu Lu's body, but had not yet had time to digest them completely.
The gloomy ghost glanced reluctantly in the direction of the battle in West City, but Bai Ze's call forced him to obey the order.
"Sword Master, here we come." The ghost general flew to Bai Ze's side.
Bai Ze glanced at him and knew that as long as he could digest Zhu Lu's resentful spirit, the injuries sustained in the Qianku City sinkhole would most likely be healed.
Bai Ze held the sword in his hand, and the ghost general understood the sword master's intention and returned directly to the sword.
The young man collected the prison as a chess piece and quickly ran towards Nancheng in the miserable dark night.
The rain hit Bai Ze hard on his face and body.
But the running boy didn't stop.
He had to take a look.
Even this one glance could very well kill him.
But if he didn't take this look, everything tonight would definitely become a demon that would linger in his heart.
It concerns Xie Xuan, so Bai Ze cannot help but cherish his life.
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Nancheng.
The ferocious beast Taotie has been suppressed under the Three Body Buddha of Xuankong Temple for two hundred years. Now it has just escaped from the seal. How can it be Kong Chan's opponent?
The huge Buddhist image appeared behind Kong Chan, beating the ferocious beast to pieces. It was so angry that it roared like thunder and was deafening.
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