It was dark soon, and Zhou Qingmu walked out of the house with his sword in hand as promised, without looking back.

A Taoist priest with a moustache who had been telling fortunes his whole life walked out of the room with a bottle of wine in his hand, and stood in front of the door watching the figure of the young man in white walking away.

In the end, he just shook his head, locked the door, turned around and walked into the house, but suddenly he saw a bag full of money placed in an inconspicuous place in his yard.

The Taoist who always looked at the warmth and coldness of the world with a cold eye was stunned on the spot at this moment.

In the night, this small town that was originally crowded with people suddenly became deserted. On this street leading to the southeast gate, there was only Zhou Qingmu holding a sword. Not only this alley, if Zhou Qingmu were now

If you can fly in the air, you will definitely be able to see that all the alleys and streets in this city and every household have their doors and windows closed.

Zhou Qingmu was used to living alone, so the deserted surroundings did not affect his mood at this time. After about a stick of incense, Zhou Qingmu finally arrived at the city gate in the southeast and southeast of the entrance to Ba Zi Hu Road.

This city gate is different from the one Zhou Qingmu saw when he came in before. There is only a very small door there. It can be said to be a city gate, but it is better to say it is the courtyard gate of a wealthy family.

Zhou Qingmu didn't think much, raised the fairy sword Chao Lu in his hand, used his last bit of true energy to mobilize the sword energy left by Qi Yan in this natal flying sword, and slashed towards the door.

Following the sound of a sword and the roar of the city gate, the city gate was not cut open as the Taoist Taoist Eight-Character Hu said, but stood there intact.

Zhou Qingmu didn't doubt it yet, thinking that the power of his sword was not enough. Just when Zhou Qingmu was about to strike again with his sword, a sound like a ghost crying or a wolf howling suddenly came from behind him.

After Zhou Qingmu heard this voice, he stopped what he was doing and turned around to look. He saw a large number of fleshless bones wearing all kinds of clothes slowly walking towards him. Their bodies were all covered with risk.

A black air whose aura is indescribable.

"Oops." Zhou Qingmu said secretly and hurriedly ran to the other side of the alley. In his current state, it was impossible for one person to fight against so many people.

When Zhou Qingmu walked to another alley, an even worse scene appeared. At the end of this alley, a piece of withered bones also emerged, slowly walking towards Zhou Qingmu.

At this moment, Zhou Qingmu was in a dilemma.

But there was no room for hesitation at this time. Zhou Qingmu waved the sword in his hand and rushed towards the withered bones in front of him.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the withered bones in front of Zhou Qingmu's eyes suddenly disappeared. Zhou Qingmu rushed into the path opened with the power of his sword without hesitation, and rushed out.

Although Zhou Qingmu successfully passed through the alley, there were still blood marks on his body from the dead bones that resembled "ghosts", and several holes were torn off his clothes.

But Zhou Qingmu didn't have time to check the wound and just ran forward. There was no road at the end of this alley. If he wanted to go forward, he could only turn right and enter another alley.

But after Zhou Qingmu turned around and plunged into the alley, he saw the withered bones again. At this time, Zhou Qingmu frowned. At this time, he was unable to mobilize the sword energy in the fairy sword again.

Soon, Zhou Qingmu could only feel relieved. Even though he was now an empty shell with the peak of returning to nature, his physical body was still the best among monks of the same age. These withered bones were just ghosts with lower realms, so he had already decided

Give it a try.

Zhou Qingmu moved his legs and rushed towards the pile of withered bones. He knocked down one of the withered bones with one punch. Then, Zhou Qingmu began to punch out his fists continuously, hitting these piles of withered bones one after another.

On top of the constant withered bones. The other hand is not idle. Whenever there is a gap, he will slash out with a sword and cut off a withered body. Although he cannot use his true energy, Zhou Qingmu's swordsmanship is derived from the swordsman master Li Qiubai.

His sword is an immortal sword from the Sword Immortal Qi Yan. Therefore, the power of this sword is not inferior to the attack of an ordinary monk.

Although Zhou Qingmu's continuous punches and swords were now somewhat effective, as time passed, the large group of dead bones chasing him behind him also caught up. As the number continued to increase, Zhou Qingmu became increasingly weak at this time. He

His clothes had long been torn to pieces by dead bones. At this time, Zhou Qingmu was like a bird surrounded by chickens and attacking. Although he had the ability to soar into the sky, he was alone and helpless.

Finally, at a certain moment, Zhou Qingmu was knocked to the ground by a palm of a withered skeleton wearing luxurious clothes. Countless withered bones also rushed towards Zhou Qingmu at this moment.

This moment is very similar to the time when the black-feathered blood eagles swarmed and killed them many years ago.

However, there was someone who would save me at that time, but now he is not by his side.

The clothes on Zhou Qingmu's body have been torn apart by these dead bones, and the flesh and blood in some places have begun to blur. At this time, Zhou Qingmu is unable to resist. Only the fairy sword Chaolu is still struggling to release sword energy and sweep away the dead bones around the sword body. It acts as

A fairy sword will never allow these evil things to contaminate its body.

But Zhou Qingmu seemed to vaguely see a sword-shaped mark on the foreheads of these withered bones. Since it was under the darkness of night, Zhou Qingmu could not see it clearly, so he could not confirm it.

Just when Zhou Qingmu was despairing, the Immortal Burial Sword on his back, which had not been unsheathed for a long time, began to stir. Immediately afterwards, the sword began to move with Zhou Qingmu's body. Although it had not been unsheathed, the swords surrounding it began to move.

The sword energy actually made these withered bones dare not approach Zhou Qingmu's body.

Finally, after Zhou Qingmu stood firm, with a sword cry, the Immortal Burial Sword suddenly came out of its sheath. This sword, with its sword energy, directly cleared the obstacles in front of Zhou Qingmu.

So when Zhou Qingmu saw this scene, he immediately pulled up the fairy sword on the ground and ran out. As Zhou Qingmu was running, he turned his head indifferently and seemed to vaguely see the shattered bones wrapped in a burst of black energy, which seemed to be reorganizing. But

Zhou Qingmu just glanced at it and continued running forward without having time to think about it.

In this way, a scene was formed where one person ran forward with a sword, and thousands of "people" chased behind him.

When Zhou Qingmu escaped from this alley and turned into the next alley, he was greeted by another pile of dead bones. These endless dead bones really made Zhou Qingmu's head grow bigger.

When the Immortal Burial Sword in front of Zhou Qingmu started to move on its own, it cleared a path again and finally returned to the scabbard behind Zhou Qingmu's back.

Zhou Qingmu also realized that the Immortal Burial Sword just now was just a candle in the wind. He only used his remaining wisdom to mobilize the true energy in the sword to finally open a way for Zhou Qingmu to survive. Therefore, Zhou Qingmu did not dare to delay and did not care about himself.

He looked embarrassed and continued running towards the road ahead.

When Zhou Qingmu turned around an alley again, he unknowingly returned to the alley where he had walked out of the Taoist Taoist's house. But what didn't change was that the path ahead was still blocked by a piece of dead bones.

Zhou Qingmu stopped and sighed, when suddenly a figure in Taoist robes descended from the sky, grabbed his clothes and flew into the house of the Taoist with a mustache.
Chapter completed!