Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 337 Dao Corpse

"Yang Fanying" blocked behind Pu Liuhuan, controlled a golden ring, and kept hitting the ice wall.

But no matter how he tried his best to attack, the ice wall showed no sign of cracking.

Because this ring is only a top-grade spiritual weapon, it is not enough to deal with the natural power of monks in the middle stage of Yuan Dan.

Chen Xiangwen and Gong Lingshan who were on the same front did not show any complaints, on the contrary they seemed to understand very well.

Especially Chen Xiangwen couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.

Just now, in order to fight against Deng Fengcheng, Yang Fanying's natal Taoist weapon, Baichongyan, was destroyed under the sea of ​​thunder, and she herself also suffered a lot of injuries.

Teammates like this person who give up treasures for righteousness are not common in the cultivation world.

"If my Chen family can narrowly win this clan battle, I will definitely compensate League Leader Yang with a middle-grade Taoist artifact."

Chen Xiangwen looked at Yang Fanying, thinking secretly.

Meeting that extremely kind look, Tianqiong Teng murmured in his heart, moved his mouth and said with a smile: "Uncle Wen, don't worry, although our alliance is seriously injured due to the damage of the talisman, but the power of self-protection is barely enough. some."

"The most urgent task right now is to get rid of Pu Liuhuan as soon as possible, so that you can free up your hands to help fellow Taoist Chen Ping and fellow Taoist Di establish the victory in one fell swoop."

"Okay, President Yang is a person worth making friends with."

Hearing his righteous words, Chen Xiangwen felt even more mixed, and devoted half of his energy to paying attention to him at all times, so as to prevent him from being affected by Pu Liuhuan's dying counterattack.

"This guy has thoroughly understood the essence of acting taught by me."

Chen Ping rolled his eyes and thought angrily.

It is estimated that he is the only one in the audience who knows that the Sky Vine is just pretending.

After all, Yang Fanying was seriously injured, so what does it have to do with a parasitic spiritual plant?
"There are three fellow daoists here, and Mr. Pu can't make waves. Yang might as well do something more meaningful."

Suddenly, the sky vine recalled the ring, and before the words were finished, it flew directly into the battlefield below.

Gong Lingshan and the others knew very well that "Yang Fanying" probably bullied the young because of this.

But at present, he no longer needs the assistance of his greatly weakened Yuan Dan. Pu Liuhuan can't last long at all because of blindly defending.

Only Chen Xiangwen frowned and opened his mouth, which finally turned into a wordless sigh.

There is no doubt about the cruelty of the monks' war. To talk about benevolence and morality with the enemy at this time is to regard the lives of your own family members as worthless.

"You little brats of the Deng family, Hugh is going crazy!"

Yang Fanying let out a vicious thunderbolt, and the ring spirit weapon easily smashed to death two foundation-establishing enemy cultivators and more than a dozen junior qi practitioners.

"Hey, can't the Vine Vine use the supernatural powers of the host?"

Chen Ping watched from afar, and his heart moved.

"Yang Fanying" joined the low-level battlefield, of course he ordered him, and he specifically told him to release the supernatural powers of the alchemy to maximize the harvest of enemy monks.

Looking at it this way, although the Vine Clan of Tianqiong is extremely miraculous, they cannot escape the shackles of the rules.

"Yang Fanying!"

What followed was a roar of thunder that was extremely frightening and furious, and everyone's ears were buzzing and roaring.

Seeing the Tianqiong vine slaughtering its own foundation building like mowing grass, Deng Fengcheng's face was twisted ferociously, and he turned around and chased after it without saying a word.

The next moment, there was an ancient blue long sword standing horizontally in the air, and then, a rain of fierce swords blocked his way.

"Good good!"

Deng Fengcheng glanced at the few people with eyes full of jealousy, and said in a cold tone: "Today, Deng and you will never die!"

After saying this, Xuance's pan suddenly swelled in a circle to protect his surroundings. Immediately afterwards, he reached into his chest, took out a dark green leather bag and threw it into the air, then pressed his hands between his eyebrows, and said Start to mutter words.

"Finally can't help but show your cards?"

Chen Ping shrank his eyes, pointed forward while being vigilant, and the cyan sword rained down. It was absolutely impossible for him to let this person unleash it easily.

"boom!"

Even though the Chunyang sword was unparalleled in sharpness, Deng Fengcheng was determined to guard against death, and he couldn't break through Xuan Cepan's defense in a short time.

Over there, the mouth of the leather bag has been untied, and a black mist of cold mist gushes out from it, followed by two figures, one fat and one thin, appearing erratically like ghosts.

"The breath of the corpse clan?"

Chen Ping frowned and stepped back quietly.

He had quite a lot of experience, and he immediately recognized the dense fog generated in the leather bag as an extremely sinister corpse that terrified him.

"Your Chen family is despicable and shameless, so Deng can feel at ease in awakening the monsters and slaughtering Haichang."

Deng Fengcheng sneered again and again, and urged the formula to speed up. Two figures in the thick fog quickly opened their mouths, and the nearby corpses turned into small snakes with their heads up, seeping into every part of the body and disappearing like the tide returning to the sea trace.

As the black cold corpse energy was absorbed, in the blink of an eye, the true faces of those two strange figures were revealed without any hindrance.

Among the two people who popped out of the leather bag, the fat and bloated one had a round face and looked about forty years old. His whole body was covered with rough and hard khaki-yellow thick skin, which was wrinkled, as if he was wearing a mask. layer of dry mud.

The other was a dry and skinny old man with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes. Although he was not tall, his arms were twice as long as those of ordinary humans, and they hung directly to his feet.

Apart from their very different appearances, the two have a lot in common.

Corpse air was lingering all over his body, his hands were as big as jade, and on each shoulder, there were four blood-colored square-headed short nails inserted directly into the flesh, but no blood leaked out.

"Hehe, it turned out to be just two third-order Taoist corpses."

Chen Ping, who retreated several miles in a row, glanced at the two objects, stopped his pace immediately, and regained his composure.

Dao corpse and corpse clan are two completely different things.

The birth of the Corpse Race is extremely complicated. It is the Yin Spirit Race that parasitizes in a fallen corpse and survives the disaster of the rules. Only by chance and coincidence can it transform into the Corpse Race.

Once the Corpse Race is successful in cultivation, it is not comparable to ordinary Human Race and Sea Race.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the great power of the corpse clan who borrowed the body of a real dragon to obtain Taoism was an existence that made ordinary true immortals fear.

If Deng Fengcheng really had two and three rank corpses to help, Chen Ping would turn around and run away without hesitation.

However, after he felt it carefully, he confirmed that the two scary-looking guys in front of him were actually dao corpses carefully refined by the human race.

You must know that the corpse race is a living creature, releasing vigorous vitality all the time.

But the Taoist corpse is more like a puppet made by a puppet master. It is lifeless and needs to be controlled by special means, so it is relatively easy to deal with.

Seeing that Chen Ping turned a blind eye to the two Taoist corpses and continued to attack Xuan Ce's plate calmly, Deng Fengcheng's eyes flashed fiercely, and he solemnly took out a boxy jade box from the storage ring.

　Thank you Taoist Tong Lingyu for the reward of 3000 coins, and thank you Liu Erluo for the reward of [-] coins!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)