Immortal Sword Master

After collecting for a while, Lin Xin simply said enough, and went to the side to meditate and practice.

"Okay." There was a voice from Huang Yuanyuan.

Several of them got up and went into the stone room.

Six ring-shaped flower-like purple runes have been lit on the floor of the stone room. All runes are connected together to form a rectangle.

The slight purple light reflected the whole stone chamber into a purple.

Huang Yuanyuan signaled several people to stand on top of the purple rune, and he himself followed, and began to quickly set up the seal and start the formation.

Lin Xin looked at the contents of the Rune Matrix, most of which he knew, only a few of them were strange, and they seemed to be the rune of other systems.

Hum! !!

A slight vibration came slowly from under his feet.

boom!

Purple light masterpiece, Lin Xin suddenly shined.

In the blink of an eye, the stone chamber in front of him was replaced by a wide, inky river.

Several of them were standing on the black mud ground by the river bank.

The feeling of stepping on the feet was slimy, softly lying, as if stepping on the mud.

Lin Xin moved his feet, and using his strength to lift his feet was a bit laborious, as if the dirt under his feet was pulling him at all times to keep him from the ground.

"How do you feel someone is pulling me?"

Mu Rongjun couldn't help coming out of the channel, she was also trying to raise her feet, but was trapped very firmly and couldn't move.

"let me help you."

Zeng Zhuo reached out and began to pinch the decision.

"Don't move!"

Yuan Xiashan whispered quickly, quickly took out a small oil lamp, lit a little soybean-sized fire.

The faint yellow light illuminate all around.

The crowd suddenly felt the tension at their feet disappear. The mud on the ground could faintly hear the sound of something going deeper.

"Here is the river of grudges. The soil beneath our feet is called attachment soil. It is unique here. Every inch of soil is condensed by countless grudges. They don't want people to leave here and love the anger on them. That's why we are pulled.

If you change to a lower monk, if you just step on the mud, you will be pulled down and sunk instantly, and you will never see the sun. "Yuan Xiashan people solemnly said.

"What would happen if you were pulled?"

Zeng Zhuo could not help asking.

"After that? Eroded into zombies, Yasha and the like." Lu Qiaoqiao, a fairy in the east of the lake, whispered coldly while Yuan Xiashan people answered.

"Camel yuan lamp? Is it adequately prepared?"

She glanced at the small brass lamp in Yuan Xiashan's hands.

Lin Xinwen also looked at the small lamp.

The brass-colored lamp holder is no different from the ordinary oil lamp. The only difference is that in the wick, the blood is red and red, like the tongue of a living creature.

"Let's go, the place we explore is deep in the tomb. The resentment zombies and the like on the road depend on Zeng Xiong."

Yuan Xiashan's polite Chao Zengzhuo smiled.

"If it's all this level, it's not a big problem."

Zeng Zhuo's eyes suddenly turned to the right of the river bank.

Under the gray-black sky, the mist was slowly diffused, and several rotten human bodies wearing monk costumes were shaking and moving towards everyone.

Lin Xin saw clearly that one of the zombies seemed to be a young female nun during his lifetime. At this time, half of his head was cut off, leaving only one eye and half the nose. The wound was rotten and white, and crawled with many white and black maggots.

From a distance, you can smell a strong stench floating in the wind.

The others were men of different statures, some without arms, some with empty stomachs, and half of the purple-black intestines dragged out.

"Be careful, this is an innocent soul zombie, which is a common type of necrosis, but the pollution on the body is extremely toxic and will explode when killed by ordinary means."

Zeng Zhuo was obviously experienced. While shouting to everyone, he stepped forward, and in the blink of his hand, an extra orange-yellow paper charm was thrown forward.

"Breaking the soul!"

He whispered.

The paper runaways instantly burned in the midair, turned into runefires, and suddenly split into six pieces, forming a runefire ring, which surrounded all the zombies and quickly turned.

Huh!

All of the fires suddenly shot at the zombies, and each one clung to the surface of the zombies.

puff!

All of the zombies spontaneously ignited and turned into human-shaped torches, which collapsed in a few times and melted into ashes.

"Brother, you are moving too fast!" Murong Jun couldn't help but pull Zeng Zhuo.

Zeng Zhuo was puzzled.

"Ugh...."

Murong Jun was helpless, and passed on directly.

"You are so anxious to start, others don't even know the power and difficulty of this unjust soul zombie. How can you show your importance without a face-to-face feeling?

"Is there such a claim?" Zeng Zhuo didn't have so much flamboyance and shook his head.

"Well, after that, those zombies asked Brother Zeng to take charge. How about the others?" Yuan Xiashan smiled.

"Yes." Zeng Zhuo nodded.

The rest of Murong Jun and Lin Xin also responded.

Lu Qiaoqiao gave a slight hum.

The five men led by Yuan Xiashan people quickly moved to the right along the river bank.

Soon after, three innocent zombies were encountered, all of which were resolved by Zeng Zhuo.

Lin Xin tried it. One of the zombies was stiff, and even had a defense strength of a thousand points, similar to that of a monk in Yuan Jingqi. It's horrible.

But under a piece of paper note that was made, how many are there is how much, it is all solved at once.

The team was smooth all the way, and soon they saw a black pier in front.

There are already several teams exploring the tomb waiting there.

"Pay attention to the condensed breath and conceal the cultivation. We also have to wait here until the low tide node of the Grudge River.

Yuan Xiashan whispered to everyone, and he took the lead and walked to the front.

Hu Qiao, the fairy of the East Lake, followed closely behind.

Lin Xin followed, and brother and sister Zeng Zhuoru Rongjun walked to the end, all quickly converging.

The dock is made up of small black wooden stakes, forming a cube, standing in the river of grudges. I don't know what material it is, there are signs of decay in many places, revealing the pale inside.

In addition to Lin Xin's group, there are two monks, who are also on the edge of the dock.

Because the black ones have weird mist barriers, everyone can't see each other clearly.

Lin Xinwu has a strong sense, but he can clearly see that in one of the teams, several people were carrying sacks like humans on his shoulders.

Obviously as monks, they have space equipment such as storage bags, but these people carry things instead of hiding them in equipment.

And also choose to use sacks of such poor materials.

"Soul Sect! Be careful, don't cause trouble." Yuan Xiashan people suddenly whispered.

Soul Sect? Lin Xin heard this ancestral gate, and it seems to be a huge celestial gate force that spans many worlds like Bihu Mountain. It ’s just that they are far worse than Bihu Mountain. They are more hidden in the dark and mysterious.

Several of them tried their best to converge and stood waiting at the dock. The other two teams were also silent and abnormal.

Time passed slowly, and after a while, two more teams came in succession, both standing quietly behind and waiting for the opportunity.

I don't know how long it has been.

"coming!"

Hu Qiaoqiao, the fairy of the lake, suddenly made a noise.

The crowd saw the tentacles rushing out of the river of grudges in front of them.

Huh! !!

Countless tentacles soared into the sky, twisted like black ropes, and quickly tangled into a mass at a height of thousands of meters. Form a lumpy sphere.

The formed meat ball became larger and larger. From the beginning of more than ten meters in diameter, it quickly swelled to more than twenty meters. .

"Crossing the river wishing ..... Xin Bu Xi Xi ..."

The Soul Sect's team suddenly burst into groaning, as if singing some weird gloomy ballads, a group of people vacated and shot towards the river.

Between a large number of tentacles, each has a diameter of almost two or three meters wide, which is enough for people to pass.

Immediately after the Soul Sect team took the lead, another team rose into the sky, followed by shooting into the sky above the Soul Soul.

"Let's start, too."

Yuan Xiashan spoke.

Everyone nodded, rising into the air, and shooting into the gap between the tentacles.

At the feet of the Yuanxiashan people, the yellow sand clouds are supported, and the camel yuan lamp in their hands continuously emits a faint yellow light, even in high-speed flight. A soft halo envelops five people, passing on warmth continuously.

Lu Qiaoqiao stepped on a white giant sword, his breath was sharp and sharp, his dress flew back, and the whole person was like a sharp sword, piercing the oncoming wind.

Brothers and sisters who had been in the past each released a group of purple-black auras, holding them up quickly, and the purple-black auras seemed to be absorbing the surrounding black mist. Obviously it is some kind of special negative instrument.

Lin Xin looked away and looked at the tentacles in front.

At his feet, he drove the pure white clouds of Xuanmen, shutting out the eroding black mist that he tried to rush around.

Below is the surface of the Heishui River swept back at high speed. Each tentacle is like a forest, pulled straight, and constantly brushed past.

Five people tossed around and kept moving forward in the gap.

Soon, several people felt that the oncoming wind began to grow colder.

Alas ... alas ...

The sound of seemingly meaningless sound came from the wind, like a wind howl, and a tone like someone singing a opera.

The sound penetrated into the ear, ignoring the protective light of the body ~ www.readwn.com ~, causing Lin Xin's heart to be a little irritable.

He glanced at the others.

Yuan Xiashan's face trembled, apparently also fighting resistance.

Hu Qiaoqiao, a fairy from the east of the lake, appeared milky aura all over his body, and also issued a slight vibrato, which seemed to use special methods to offset this soul sound.

It was the simplest to have been two brothers and sisters. They held a golden paper note in one hand and completely ignored the soul sound.

"This is the dead wind murmur. The rumored soul sound of the world is this, it can shake people's souls and separate lives." Zeng Zuo saw Lin Xin had no means to deal with it, and was busy spreading the voice.

"Here is a piece for you, just pinch it." He handed Lin Xin the same piece of gold-grained paper.

"Thank you very much." Lin Xin did not quit, took the paper sign, seeing the golden pattern above the gold slightly, and the irritability in my heart disappeared immediately.

"Out of town, I and other monks should support each other." Zeng Zuo laughed. (To be continued.) Enable new URL