Invincible Swallowing Heaven

Chapter 249 The Black Corpse Tragedy
"Uncle Li, let's just retreat like this? What a great opportunity to make money."

The middle-aged man with a broken arm was leading a young man as he staggered along. The young man muttered behind him, turning his head every step of the way, with a look of reluctance on his face.

"You are so greedy at such a young age, you are not afraid of taking money and spending it if you have no life? Boy, remember one thing, money is endless, and you must be in awe of the strong."

The middle-aged man with a broken arm scolded, with a hint of fear on his face, looked into the distance, and said in a low voice: "That kind of momentum is too strong, full of evil, it is definitely not owned by ordinary Wuzong, it may even be a strong Wujun, our strength If you can't earn anything, you rush forward rashly, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable, it's better to retreat. At my age, you will know, people, you have to spare your life!"

"Wu Jun?"

There was a trace of longing in the young man's eyes, "It will be great when I can cultivate to Martial Lord, and I can avenge Uncle Li."

"You don't need to take revenge on me, you take good care of yourself, even if you are worthy of me."

The man with the broken arm frowned, feeling the terrifying aura approaching behind him, and urged: "Go!"

"Look, those two idiots actually went outside. Someone outside offered a high price of three hundred crystals for a ghost core. It seems that they are destined to not be able to make such money."

"A disabled person, you still expect him to be able to catch the black blood ghost? He might be eaten by a ghost. Hurry up, maybe you can catch a few that slipped through the net, and we'll have money to spend in half a year. "

Someone laughed and left quickly.

The boy's face was flushed, and he clenched his fists, making a gesture to go up and argue.

The middle-aged man with a broken arm pressed his shoulder and patted him lightly, "Let's go!"

When there was no one there, the young man said angrily: "Uncle Li, they are talking about you, how can you let them go? I will definitely beat them up when I become stronger."

This is already outside the Black Corpse Mountains. Li Xingliang looked at his dangling half sleeve, and said slowly: "Uncle Li was very brave when he was young, and this arm was broken by life. Xiaolu, your talent That's right, maybe one day you can cultivate to Wuling, but it will be difficult to go up. The strong Wuzong is a big man who can't be reached by people like us, let alone the realm of Wujun above Wuzong. I dare not think about it. When I meet such a strong person, I have to run as soon as possible.”

Lu Xiaofeng curled his lips, "I don't believe it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a commotion in the distance.

"what happened?"

Lu Xiaofeng stood on tiptoe and looked around.

In the distance, crowds are rushing.

"Escape, escape!"

"Get out of the way, get out of the way! If you don't get out of the way, I will kill you!"

"My God, it's terrible, it's terrible, mother, save me, save me!"

There were shrill and tragic voices one after another, and the entire Black Corpse Mountain Range was like a purgatory. A blood shadow whizzed through, and anyone who passed through was instantly sucked dry. The blood and flesh were completely dried up, and the appearance was too tragic to imagine.

Pfft!
Pfft!
The mummy-like figure fell down like harvesting rice, with protruding pupils and horror remaining on his face, dying with regret.

Fear is contagious, latecomers scramble for their lives, take the road to escape, trample countless.

The blood shadow pursued and killed all who came, and chased them all the way to the outside of the Black Corpse Mountain Range.

Seemingly worried about something, the blood shadow slowly receded.

The people who escaped by chance fell to their knees and wept one by one. Their relatives, companions, teachers... all died.

Lu Xiaofeng watched helplessly as the blood shadow harvested life outside the Black Corpse Mountain Range, each living being fell to the ground and died in a blink of an eye, there were even passers-by who were laughing at them just now, and in a blink of an eye they had turned into a A pile of dead bones.

"Then what is that?"

He was trembling and trembling all over. For the first time in his life, he knew what awe meant. It was simply too terrifying. Killing people was as simple as mowing grass. Is this the strength of the strong?
Li Xingliang's eyes showed fear and his eyes were blank. He remembered the night he experienced, the horrible scene he saw in that cave, and countless images flashed through his head, dragging him back to the abyss of despair, "That monster was born !"

Cough cough cough!

Li Xingliang's face seemed to be choked by thick phlegm, and his life was dying.

"Uncle Li, what's wrong with you, Uncle Li?"

Lu Xiaofeng noticed the strangeness of the person beside him, looked up and was startled.

Li Xingliang trembled, rolled his eyes, and fell back.

As soon as he hugged him, he picked it up and ran away, "Uncle Li, you hold on, you must hold on, I'll go find the doctor to save you."

The boy fled all the way back to the nearest small town with the middle-aged man with the broken arm on his back, tears streaming down his face.

When he found the doctor, he immediately knelt down and begged, "Doctor, please, please save him, save him!"

The doctor rolled the middle-aged man's eyelids, shook his head, and sighed: "It's too late, he's... dead."

Gently covering Li Xingliang's eyes, the doctor said: "He was frightened, he was furious, and he couldn't get down a mouthful of phlegm, so he died. You can take him back and bury him safely."

"How could this be? How could this be? No."

Lu Xiaofeng wilted to the ground, crying with his head in his arms.

It was the first time he felt despair at such a young age. He stumbled and hugged the body of the middle-aged man with a broken arm, feeling the freezing temperature, and walked out of the town with a numb expression.

He is just an orphan, fortunately Uncle Li took him in to grow up to this size, now Uncle Li passed away and left him
"Senior Brother Yang He, it's broken. Blood demons are raging in the Black Corpse Mountains. I heard that tens of thousands of people died."

A South Sea Sword Sect disciple came to report the news with an ugly face.

"What? How could this be?"

"Oops, there are still so many brothers and sisters here, and many people from my family have gone, so hurry up!"

In the restaurant, the faces of several young men in white clothes with long swords on their backs changed drastically. They suddenly got up, hurried downstairs, and rushed towards the entrance of the village.

When Yang He passed by him, he felt the faint corpse aura from Li Xingliang's body, and asked, "Little brother, you came from the Black Corpse Mountain Range? Do you know what happened over there?"

"Dead, dead, all dead"

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes were blank, and he was muttering.

"Everything is dead?"

Yang He continued to ask.

"Dead, dead, all dead"

The young man lost his mind and seemed to be the only one to say this.

Yang He was worried about the safety of his disciples and family members, he turned around and said, "Junior Brother Li Qi, just keep an eye on this person, I always feel that he might know something, I will go and see with Junior Brother Huayun."

Li Qi nodded, with an unbearable expression on his face, "Okay, I'll deal with this first, and then take this kid back. It's really pitiful."

"Then see you at my house in an hour!"

Yang He gave up Li Qi, and rushed towards the outskirts of the Black Corpse Mountains with Hua Yun.

There were countless crying voices over there, and he shouted anxiously, "Are there any members of the Yang family alive? Are there any disciples of the South Sea Sword Sect alive?"

"Brother! I'm still alive."

"Master, they, they are all dead!"

Someone stumbled over, with a sad and terrified expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)