Chapter 91 Fierce fight between ghosts crying and demon miasma (1)

Inside the demon miasma, the outside world does not observe the internal situation, and the field of vision is cut off layer by layer. Only the crisp "clang" sound of the collision of gold objects can be heard.

At first, I could barely distinguish the two figures, like a dragon and a snake competing on the land, gliding up and down, looming, but then I became blind and watched the fire from the other side, but I couldn't see anything clearly.

"This is a demonic miasma spread by the bad luck in Fei Zheng's body. Its toxicity can confuse people's minds. Everyone, hurry up and retreat!" Elder Jiuli dusted his sleeves and retreated with a loud shout.

The disciples of the Dayan Sect seemed to understand, but were affected by Elder Jiuli's nervous tone. Their hearts were filled with worry, and they all moved away from the scope of this evil miasma.

Dan Yaben and Gu Yi were standing together, but for a moment their attention was attracted by the flying demon miasma. When they accidentally got distracted, they found that Gu Yi was gone.

"Hajime?"

He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, deep into the scope of the demonic miasma, and said in a deep voice: "Gu Yi——"

He suddenly thought that she was a mortal with poor resistance to poison. Could it be that she was lured in by this miasma?

He shouted several times, but there was no response. Uneasiness and a kind of suffocating discomfort passed through his heart.

Don't care about her?

After hesitating for a moment, his steps went against the resistance of reason. He still kept moving forward with a pale and sick face. He closed his breath with spiritual power and entered the edge of the demonic miasma...

"The strategy of zombies - one of the six scrolls, Shadow Corpse Transformation."

Gu Er used two deadlock tricks in a short period of time, obviously intending to win the battle quickly.

There are seven volumes of "Zombie Strategies", and the content of each volume is from shallow to deep. He can't even read the advanced techniques in the first, second, and third volumes. Currently, he has only practiced six or seven volumes.

There are three spells: "Remonstrance Butcher", "Ghost Crying Demon Miasma" and "Shadow Corpse".

In fact, if the seven-volume "Ghost Crying Demon Miasma" is used together with the six-volume "Shadow Corpse Transformation", the power can be doubled.

After activating the "Shadow Corpse Transformation" technique, Gu Er's hair faded to silvery white again, and the paper-white skin on his body gradually darkened, as if someone had painted on his body with a pen dipped in light golden paint.

Dragon and snake, the lines left by iron scratches and silver hooks in horizontal posture.

He didn't know that if other people practiced the "Shadow Corpse Transformation" of this weird strategy, the Shura patterns on the corpse's body would be an unknown blood-red red, but he would become a corpse due to the merit points transferred by Master Gu Jun.

Light golden color.

When Liujiang Fusheng first saw Fei Zheng's demonic change, his eyes tightened and condensed, but his expression was still calm.

He knew that he didn't have much fighting experience, but he was sure to win every step. Moreover, when he was in seclusion, in the darkness, he had developed excellent sensitive reactions and body in order to break the nightmare state of mind.

I have long memorized the stress changes that have been tempered for thousands of years.

The mutated body of the Flying Zombie, the slender and thin body is full of muscles, and the power flows in every inch of the texture. It is as strong as steel and hard stone. After the zombie transformation, his strength and speed have increased dramatically.

The black shadow shot up quickly, with lightning speed. The figure that was still moving one second was moved from its original position in the next second with lightning speed.

Bang——

Feizheng put his five fingers together, and the mist shattered and exploded, stabbing towards Liujiang Fusheng's back.

He swung his flexible waist to avoid it, kicked away Fei Zhengzhi's elbow, and flew away with a sword-cutting movement.

However, Fei Zheng did not dodge, and grabbed the sword with his palm. His black skin was corroded into black smoke on the sword, but it was stuck in the bones of his hand and could no longer enter.

Cut into one piece.

"Is this all you can do?" Gu Erjie couldn't see that his flesh was burning, and he stared into Liu Jiang Fusheng's eyes.

In response to this, Liujiang Fusheng Qingmei's lips pursed into a straight line without saying a word. He raised the sword horizontally and quickly struck the hilt with his fingers. The immortal sword was also angered, and its spiritual power rapidly increased.

"Bahuang Liuhe Jue—Xuanxing Sword Rain!"

In the secret passage of Laishanjian, Liujiang Fusheng's cultivation improved and he understood the upgraded version of the previous sword rain move - Xuanxing Sword Rain.

In the next second, more than a dozen aperture sword arrays suddenly appeared around Fei Zheng. Unlike the previous large-scale sword array group attack, this move was as tight as a giant palm and was dedicated to strangling one person.

Liujiang Fusheng quickly kneaded the secrets in his hands, his robe flew away, and his expression was solemn.

The swarming spiritual power concentrated on their side, and the light of the sword formation reflected silver light, which made people's eyes dazzled. At the same time, the powerful murderous aura condensed into substance——

Gu Er's pupils dilated.

He had no heartbeat, but there was a popping sound in his head, warning him of danger.

So, he immediately let go of his hand, kicked his legs and retreated quickly, but those sword formations locked onto him like a sniper, following him wherever he went up or down.

Liujiang Fusheng looked at him coldly and said one word: "Execute!"

The murderous intention finally took shape, and countless frost lightsabers in the sword array were stabbed at Gu Er from all directions, making it impossible for him to hide or avoid——

No matter how solid Gu Er's iron-copper black skin was, it could not withstand the repeated slashes of the sword. Suddenly the bloody air spread out, his skin was torn and his body was covered with dark green "blood".

Feizheng is not. In fact, it is not accurate to call it "blood". It is just a kind of corpse liquid.

Liujiang Fusheng, who once had most of his spiritual power drained away from him and used his ultimate move, calmed down, panted slightly and looked ahead.

But he saw that even though the flying zombie had been scratched by thousands of knives and there was no good skin on his body, he still did not fall down. The zombie's pain was always numb, he was not afraid of bleeding, and he did not care about the missing body. As long as he did not completely destroy it in one go, he could

Reborn again.

Gu Erxin said.

So dangerous.

Fortunately, he listened to his sister's words and did not deliberately reserve his strength. He used "Ghost Crying Demon Miasma" and "Shadow Corpse Transformation" at once. Otherwise, he really didn't know if he could withstand the move just now.

While absorbing the Yin Qi to fill the broken corpse, the green liquid flowing out of the body "tick-tick" fell to the ground, corroding small holes, while the injuries on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Even the monks in the Nascent Soul stage can't harm me, but you did it."

A word of praise or ridicule came out of his mouth, but Liujiang Fusheng felt the opponent's fierce fighting spirit, as if he would launch a violent attack in the next second.

Sure enough, an afterimage suddenly appeared in front of him, Liu Jiangfusheng's eyes slightly widened, and his sword staggered to block it, but his figure was knocked back more than ten meters.

His attack speed was many times faster than before.

But before it stopped, the black shadow approached again. His speed was so fast that even the foggy miasma surrounding him was a beat too slow before he retreated as if fleeing for his life. Liujiang Fusheng had no time to swing his sword and hit him with a heavy blow.

——Crack!

Chest bone fracture.

The strength also increased exponentially.

Severe pain coursed through his body like sharp knives, making him almost breathless.

His whole body was cold and he was covered in cold sweat. He endured the surge of blood and energy. He turned his wrist and brought the long sword closer, but the black shadow had dissipated like a poisonous miasma.

After he struck in the air, he fell down weakly. Finally, he propped himself on the ground with his sword, opened his mouth and vomited out a mouthful of thick blood.
Chapter completed!