When did the brother collapse [Transmigration Book]

Wei, can only use his body as the only weapon, and rush towards Qilian City!

Qi Liancheng slashed several times with his sword, but unexpectedly the blade got stuck in the bone seam and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

There was a white bone picking up the broken bones on the ground, imitating the appearance of a human being, tapping his palms, and walking towards Qilian City.

Chen Zhishuo shot out the ice needle, freezing the bones in place, and shouted at the same time: "Run!"

That's too late.

Black Shadow laughed wildly, raised his hands high, and snapped his fingers frantically.

Countless bones obeyed his call, parted the ground, stood up tremblingly, and walked towards the three of them in the rhythm of snapping fingers.

Zhang Yue took the lead and ran directly towards the slope.

Qi Liancheng had never seen such a strange scene, he forgot to run away for a while, and stood there blankly, holding the sword hilt tightly with both hands.

"Don't be stupid!" Chen Zhishuo threw the sword forward, and at the same time ran wildly, pulled up Qi Liancheng and jumped onto the flying sword, constantly reminding Zhang Yue underneath, "Yujian! You are a monk, don't run on the ground!"

Only then did Zhang Yue come to his senses, and drew out the long sword on his back, and was about to fly into the air, but was caught by the ankles of the bones chasing at the front.

Zhang Yue grabbed Feijian with all his strength with his left hand, and urged Feijian to take off quickly so that he could shake off the bone that was holding him.

Unexpectedly, the bones are holding each other, a long string of skeletons, dangling in the air.More bones climbed up the bone ladder, trying to pull Zhang Yue down.

Zhang Yue couldn't break free, she just felt that her ankle was getting heavier and heavier.His palms were constantly sweating, and he was about to lose his grip on the hilt of his sword.

He was so scared that he cried: "Friend Cheng, save me!"

"You own the sword!" Chen Zhishuo reminded Qi Liancheng, then pushed the person forward, and rushed towards Zhang Yue himself!

He condensed several ice blades between his fingers and threw them at many bones.

Frost formed around the bones, and Chen Zhishuo shot out ice needles, and all the bones turned into powder.

Zhang Yue didn't have time to be happy, her hand slipped, the long sword fell out of her hand, and she fell down!

Chen Zhishuo chased after Yujian, stretched out his arms, and grabbed Zhang Yue, but because of the latter's panic, he was thrown down with him.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhishuo roared, tightly gripping Zhang Yue's hand, and threw him up with all his strength: "Catch it!"

Qi Liancheng Yujian rushed over, grabbed Zhang Yue, and tried to save Chen Zhisuo, but it was too late.

Chen Zhishuo urged the long sword, hoping that it could save the Lord in time, but it failed.

Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, a black shadow suddenly appeared under him and caught him.

what's the situation!

Chen Zhisuo suddenly turned over and broke free from the black shadow. At the same time, he raised his right arm, grabbed the long sword, and looked at him vigilantly.

Standing in front of Chen Zhisuo, Hei Ying let out another ear-piercing and triumphant laugh: "Chen Xianchang, we meet again."

again?

Chen Zhisuo frowned, and approached cautiously, trying to see the face clearly under the shadow of the cloak.

The person who came was refreshing, and he took off his cloak and hood, revealing his old face openly.

The old man Chen Zhishuo hadn't seen much, and there were even fewer people who called himself "immortal elder". He didn't have any impression of this face.

The man in the cloak was not surprised by his reaction, but instead pulled out an evil smile: "Chen Xianchang, I have been looking for you for a long time."

While speaking, he put on the hood again, opened his hands, and chanted a long string of awkward spells.

The ground began to tremble, and the soil tide followed one after another. More bones came out of the ground. They stood upright with creaking creaks, twisted their heads stiffly, and looked at Chen Zhishuo with empty eye sockets.

Chen Zhisuo realized that the situation was not good, but before he could take any action, he assembled a bone beast from broken bones all over the floor, raised its skull high, and roared silently at Chen Zhisuo.

The man in the cloak reached out and stroked the bone beast: "Chen Xianchang, there are flies buzzing here, let's talk in another place."

"Cheng Daoyou, run!" Qi Liancheng took out the mirror from the Qiankun bag and held it in front of him.

The mirror refracted the sunlight on the mass grave, and blue waves appeared, constantly moving towards the direction where Chen Zhishuo and the man in the cloak were.

The mirror illuminates all the souls of the dead wandering in the mass graves, as if opening the passage between the world and hell.

In an instant, the souls of the dead noticed the crowd, their empty eyes flashed with desire for anger, and they rushed towards Chen Zhishuo and the cloaked man in all directions!

The hand of the cloaked man stroking the bone beast stopped in mid-air.

He has calculated thousands of times, but he has not calculated that someone will open the passage to the world.The souls of the dead here are trapped for decades at most, and at least two or three years. They lose consciousness in the years, and only follow their instincts to find a body that can be possessed.

He snapped his fingers, and all the bones let go of Chen Zhishuo, and turned to resist the greedy dead souls.He took the opportunity to step onto the spine of the bone beast, and said cruelly: "Chen Xianchang, we will see you again sooner or later!"

The bone beast swung its long tail in a half circle, leaped forward, and left with the man in the cloak.

The green tide was churning, and many dead souls whimpered, and soon overturned the bones to the ground, and continued to rush towards Chen Zhisuo, trying to snatch his body.

Qi Liancheng was condescending, realized that something was wrong with him, quickly put away the mirror, grabbed Zhang Yue and rushed down: "Cheng Daoyou, I'll help you!"

Zhang Yue Yufeng shouted: "Don't pull me! I'm just a craftsman!"

Chen Zhisuo cast the water spell, inserted the sword into the ground, centered on his own body, the ground froze quickly, and at the same time raised an ice wall ten feet high, isolating him from the army of undead souls.

As a result, Qi Liancheng and Zhang Yue directly fell into the pile of dead souls.

The dead souls smelled the breath of a stranger who was close at hand, turned their necks one after another, and looked at the two from incredible angles.

Chen Zhishuo: "..."

Qi Liancheng took out the talisman, slashed across the sword, raised the flaming long sword and slashed at the dead souls ahead!

Zhang Yue was so frightened that she could hardly stand still, she even crawled and fled in the opposite direction, and within a few steps, she was stopped by a crowd of blue dead souls.

He wanted to turn around again, but found that he was surrounded by many dead souls.

"People, living people."

"Flesh body, I want a flesh body."

"I'm not dead yet, save me."

"Mother, don't abandon me, I'm very good."

The dead souls gathered closer and closer, surrounding Zhang Yue tightly.

I finally understand what a pig teammate is.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Chen Zhisuo couldn't help swearing, pulled down the ice wall, stepped forward quickly, and swung his long sword in the direction of Zhang Yue.

"Squat down!"

As soon as Zhang Yue heard it was Chen Zhishuo's voice, she knelt down without thinking, and the cold sword energy swept across his head, forcibly cutting off many dead souls at the waist.

"Why are you standing there? Run!" Chen Zhisuo quickly stepped forward and pulled Zhang Yue up. The latter was so frightened that he froze and fiddled with Chen Zhisuo casually.

Is this kid here to help?

Chen Zhishuo was so angry that he was half dead, before he could catch his breath, he heard Qi Liancheng shout again: "Friend Cheng Daoist, I can't stop it anymore."

According to the prestige, Qilian City has already thrown away all the talismans in the Qiankun bag, and the dead souls have discovered that the flames they fear do not come from the spiritual power of the monks, so they all have the courage to blow out bursts of Yin Qi with their mouths pouting. Then it went up and down, swaying from side to side in the dark wind, as if it was about to go out in the blink of an eye.

In addition, the souls of the dead, bearing the pain of the flames, put their hideous faces on Qi Liancheng's shoulders.

Am I playing some VR horror escape game with my kids?

Chen Zhishuo roared in his heart, but he couldn't leave them alone.

He sheathed his long sword, closed his eyes, and spread out his arms.

Zhang Yue looked at him as if giving up resistance, and asked in a trembling voice, "Cheng Daoyou, what are you doing?"

Chen Zhisuo didn't make a sound, but suddenly opened his eyes, thousands of stars were reflected in his eyes——

Yan Xing changed orbit!

54. Ghost Cultivation ([-])

◎ Merits◎

Many dead souls surrounded the three of them, opening their mouths wide and rushing towards them!

Qi Liancheng turned his head and looked back, while Zhang Yue looked up on the ground.

The eyes of the two focused on Chen Zhishuo.

An invisible force filled the sky and earth, forcing them to maintain the last movement, and only one pair of eyeballs could move in the whole body.

Time stands still here.

Chen Zhishuo looked at the green souls all over the floor, feeling lingering in his heart.Holding the sword, he passed through the controlled dead souls, and patted the shoulders of the two in turn.

Qi Liancheng's sword missed, Zhang Yue staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

They all regained mobility.

Chen Zhisuo reached out his hand first again to stop Qi Liancheng from asking: "Retreat first, there are too many souls, I can't last long with this move."

As if to prove the truth of what he said, the surrounding dead souls whimpered disturbingly again, from low to high, from far to near, like a huge vortex hovering in the sky, making one's hairs stand on end.

Chen Zhishuo noticed that the right index finger of a dead soul beside them was shaking slowly.

The slight tremor quickly spread throughout the army of dead souls, and Chen Zhishuo's pupils shrank: "Let's go!"

The three of them flew into the air with their swords, and the army of dead souls roared and chased upwards, like a huge wave raised by a green tide, the waves barely brushed past the feet of the three of them, and sank again.

Qi Liancheng stood on the flying sword, watching those dead souls raised their heads, their empty eyes were full of longing for the flesh, raised their hands, and swayed back and forth like seaweed.

"Cheng Daoyou, what should we do?"

Zhang Yue didn't speak, but looked at Chen Zhishuo with trusting eyes together with Qi Liancheng.

Chen Zhishuo looked at the dead souls wandering below who refused to leave, feeling inexplicably sad.

"Refinement."

"Refinement?" Qi Liancheng hesitated, "With so many dead souls, can we do it?"

"If you can't do it, you have to do it." Chen Zhishuo gritted his teeth, "The things we provoked, we can't let them out to hurt other people."

Qi Liancheng was very ashamed by what was said, and lowered his head.

Zhang Yue said timidly: "Senior Cheng, I have an idea, I don't know if it will work."

Chen Zhishuo hurriedly said, "Say it."

Zhang Yue pursed her lips, encouraged by Chen Zhisuo's eyes, and then said boldly: "I have read in the book that places like mass graves, because of