Before the thug could finish his words, a crisp crack sound suddenly appeared. He was still holding the little flower, and his head suddenly disappeared.

The thug leaned against the entrance of the cave to escape, and no one expected that a blood corpse would pounce in from the entrance of the cave at this time.

The blood corpse opened its teeth and claws, roared, its mouth was extremely grinning, and its sharp fangs bit off the thug's head, like a giant snake. With a "click", the thug didn't even react, and its head had moved.

Scream—

The thug next to him was splattered with blood and was stunned for a moment.

"Ghost-Ghost!!!"

The thug screamed, "Gudong!" He fell to the ground, and there were more than one blood corpse, rushing in one after another, and biting the thug on the ground like crazy.

"ah!!"

"Help--"

Amid the screams of the thug, the other headless thug was still standing upright, and was hit by the blood corpse, "Gudong!" and fell directly to the ground.

Xiao Huahua was thrown and flew out "swoosh" and Xiaoqing flew out suddenly. Xiao Huahua was instantly caught by Xiaoqing's snake tail. Like a staircase, she quickly fell down the snake tail and fell into Xiaoqing's arms.

"Wow--"

"Woo woo woo woo--"

Xiao Huahua was grabbed by the thug. The little yellow flower on her head was already very painful. When she saw the scene of the blood corpse biting off her head at close range, she instantly scared Xiao Huahua to cry, covered her eyes, and pierced her in Xiaoqing's arms.

"Blood corpse?" Wanqi Linmu said: "How could there be blood corpse?"

Although the Feng Shui of this tomb has long been mutated because of its excavation, there are no blood corpses. It is incredible that so many blood corpses suddenly appear.

A faint fragrance lingers in the cave, very familiar, and is the blood corpses developed by Wuer.

"Master Ou is going to run away!" Yu Qiu shouted.

Everyone saw that Master Ou had untied the rope and got up from the ground. The blood corpses did not attack Master Ou. Master Ou climbed up along the sword-casting furnace, as if he was going to steal the Di Jun fire.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Fire Seed! Di Jun's Fire Seed is mine!"

"Hahaha! You idiots!" Master Ou laughed loudly, with a hideous smile on his face.

Wanqi Linmu's mind flashed. So that's it. Master Ou left marks in the tomb along the way. It turned out that these marks were actually left for the blood corpse!

Master Ou is the only one...

Master Ou and the blood corpse climbed onto the sword-casting furnace, Ding Xueyang was still on it, Bai Mu was sweating coldly in his palms. There were so many blood corpses, like a blockbuster of zombies, I wonder if Ding Xueyang could deal with it.

If it was Ding Xueyang in the past, maybe it would be possible.

but……

Ding Xueyang now has no fragrant pill, so he is not much better than an ordinary person.

"Beware!"

Bai Mu roared, Master Ou and the blood corpse climbed up, and there were even blood corpses around behind and climbed onto the sword-casting furnace from behind. Ding Xueyang was not prepared and was hooked by the blood corpse.

Bang—

With a loud bang, the blood corpse fell into Ding Xueyang and hit the mouth of the sword-casting furnace, almost falling into the raging fire.

"Huh—"

Ding Xueyang's clothes were burned, and the flames quickly climbed along the clothes.

Whoosh-

At the same time, Baimu's vine came over, rolled up the blood corpse, and threw it hard. Ding Xueyang quickly got up and quickly took off his clothes.

With a "huh--" sound, the clothes were instantly burned into black powder without a few seconds.

Ding Xueyang shook his hand and looked down and saw that the back of his hand had burned black.

Wanqi Linmu narrowed his eyes and said, "The blood corpse is going to steal the Di Jun's fire."

Luo Shen sneered and said, "Then let's see if they have the ability."

"Wait!" Zhan Lu suddenly said.

Everyone turned around to look at Zhanlu, and the blood corpses around him were getting more and more. Now was not the time to "wait".

Zhan Lu suddenly pushed Yu Qiu behind him to Wanqi Linmu and said, "Help me protect Yu Qiu."

Yu Qiu looked at Zhan Lu strangely and said, "You...what are you going to do? Don't do stupid things!"

He said, holding Zhanlu and holding his arm tightly. It seemed that it was not an armadillo, but a live sloth.

Zhan Lu didn't expect Yu Qiu to fall in love with him like this. He blinked his eyes in a daze and said, "You misunderstood... I haven't resurrected you yet. Before you resurrected, I will be by your side."

He said, calmly leaving Yu Qiu's hand away and looking at Luo Shen.

Everyone could only see Zhan Lu's eyes. Because the sword body was damaged, it looked like a transparent person, but Zhan Lu felt inexplicably laughing, and she was very cold.

Zhan Lu said in a low voice: "Master Luo San, I heard that the Wuqi clan used puppet lines as weapons for generations. If he was used to using soft soldiers, would he still use swords?"

Luo Chan turned his head and looked at Zhan Lu, let out a "chuck" and said, "What do you think?"

Zhan Lu's voice made a chattering sound, as if a serious beast, his eyes narrowed, as if he was talking to himself, saying, "Born to kill... Then today, let's start killing."

He said, "Swish-" and a cold air emerged from his body. In an instant, even his eyes disappeared. A black sword, covered in scars, appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

The black sword body exuded a cold air, and a beast was carved like lifelike. The pattern of the beast turned out to be a blood groove.

Zhanlu!

This is the real prototype of Zhanlu.

However, Zhan Lu was already covered with scars, whether it was the hilt or the body of the sword, filled with broken scars, and the scars were stained with blood, adding a sense of wildness.

Zhan Lu suddenly became a true form, and flew into the sky with a "bang!" sound. Luo Chan looked up and rushed forward, and two "steps" sounds, "bang!" The black knee-length boots set off Luo Chan's long legs, and they were full of jumping power. When they stepped on the blood corpse, they jumped up quickly.

"Bang!" Holding the scarred Zhanlu.

Luo Shen held Zhan Lu and shook his wrist. It seemed that in the costume film in the TV series, he actually tied a sword flower, "Chi--" holding Zhan Lu's sword blade with his left hand and slashed hard.

Tick ​​tick tick —

Blood flowed down Luo Shen's palm, along Zhanlu's blood tank. The blood tank seemed to suck blood, and the dazzling blood quickly flowed into the blood tank. The beast patterns on the sword sucked the blood full.

"Crack Crack Crack Crack--" The cracks on the sword's body slowly healed, and a thrilling cold light burst out.

Wanqi Linmu hugged Yu Qiu and retreated. Yu Qiu had no force. The blood corpse rushed over and couldn't react in time. Wanqi Linmu pulled him forward quickly, turning his head while running, and said in surprise: "This..."

Master Ou stood on the sword-casting furnace and shouted with all hissings: "No!! Impossible - Impossible! Zhanlu is mine, Impossible, why should I recognize him as the main one!!"

"Zhanlu is mine!"

Zhanlu Ancient Sword recognized his master.

Luo Shen was bleeding in his left hand and holding the black Zhanlu in his right hand. He was surrounded by blood corpses. There was no panic on his face, but instead a calm and gentle smile was solidified.

Swish!

The black ancient sword swung, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword. Luo Shen stepped step by step, his steps were steady, and his expression was calm and he rushed towards the blood corpses.

Hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi, hi

The blood corpse roared and rushed forward. Luo Shen raised the corner of his lips, and turned the black Zhanlu in his hand, and the iron was as sharp as mud. "Crack!" The slight sound, the blood corpse's head had already raised and flew out directly, rushing towards the cave wall, "Bang!" and hit the wall, and instantly rotating.

Every time he was stained with blood, a crack on Zhanlu's sword would be automatically repaired. Luo Shen smiled and said, "It's not bad, it's quite easy."

He said, rushing quickly towards the sword-casting furnace.

Ding Xueyang fell from the sword-casting stove and shuttled through the blood corpse group. Although he had no fragrance pill, he was able to react quickly.

Wanqi Linmu protected Yu Qiu, Baimu and Xiaoqing protected Xiaohuahua, and immediately gathered together. A large number of blood corpses rushed to the sword casting furnace to grab the Di Jun fire. They were not the hardest hit area.

But in this way, Ding Xueyang put the order.

Bai Mu looked over the heavy blood corpse, and Ding Xueyang quickly wandered among the group of blood corpses. Although he didn't seem to show any disadvantage, Ding Xueyang's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Most of his physical strength had been consumed, and his speed gradually slowed down.

Bai Mu gritted his teeth, clenched his palms fiercely, and immediately ran towards Ding Xueyang, shouting: "Come here!"

Luo Shen stepped on the blood corpse and quickly flipped over the sword-casting furnace. Master Ou had only one arm left, and was protected by the blood corpse. He stared at Zhan Lu in Luo Shen's hand greedily and said, "Zhan Lu is mine!! I am the descendant of Ou Yezi, Zhan Lu is mine!! It's mine! What are you? Why do you make Zhan Lu recognize his master??"

Luo Shen easily shook the blood from Zhanlu’s ancient sword, walked forward slowly, and said lightly: “You are the first one, the one who asked me what I am.”

"Stop him!!"

Master Ou looked at Luo Chan's smiling face, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that his smile was very cunning, and he had a kind of fear that he couldn't explain clearly.

Master Ou retreated repeatedly and dominated the blood corpse: "Kill him!! Kill him! Take Zhan Lu back!"

Luo Shen rushed into the group of blood corpses quickly. Although the sword-casting furnace was huge and people could stand on it, if you wanted to fight on it, the place was obviously not enough.

Gudong!

Blood corpses kept rushing into the sword-casting furnace, and the Di Jun fire in the sword-casting furnace surging and burning, as if it was a volcano, almost erupting.

Master Ou retreated repeatedly, and there was no way out. He shouted: "Go up! Kill him! Take my Zhanlu sword back and take it..."

As soon as he said this, his steps turned and because he was so excited, he screamed and fell into the sword-casting furnace.
To be continued...