The dark corpse energy rages from the depths of the ancient tomb, intertwining with the yin wind, ghost fire, blood rain, and red moon, making the whole scene even more weird.

The corpse energy is extremely rich. When it is transmitted into the mouth and nose, it is no longer an unpleasant rotten smell, but a sweet fragrance mixed with soil and blood, as if it shows the most gorgeous temptation from the extreme of death.

In the black vortex, a feminine and charming woman's voice came: "Ji Dongling, you can't trap me... I'm now free~~"

The sound line is like a flute carved from white bones, playing the softest and most charming music with the most terrifying and miserable instruments.

In the corpse air, a charming black figure walked out gracefully.

She was wearing a black gauze wide-sleeved dress, wide sleeves, flying streamers, and a weak willow-like figure, as if she was dancing in the wind at any time.

Her skin color is a special blue color. Combined with her extremely delicate facial features, it forms the most evil and enchanting under the reflection of ghost fire and red moon.

This is a corpse monster, a corpse monster that conveys fatal temptation at all times.

Her appearance and sneak attack made the battle situation reverse again.

Originally, the Yunzong guarded the mountain spirit dog used "Shuiyue Tianluo", and hundreds of crescent moon flying knives were overwhelming and magnificent. It was only a little bit long to kill the old evil cultivator on the spot.

But at the last moment, the corpse monster attacked from under the tomb, and severely damaged the white dog with one blow.

The white dog's chest was almost torn apart, sprinkling blood red, and severely injured it. There was only a crescent moon flying knife that penetrated the old Xie Xiu's right chest, but it was not fatal.

But the white dog itself was fatally injured.

The attack of the corpse demon not only severely damaged the white dog's chest and ribs, shattered its heart and lungs, but also poured a pure and vicious corpse energy into the demon dog's body, making it unable to heal its wounds.

At this moment, the corpse demon dominated the battle situation.

At the outer edge of the ancient tomb, Yu Qingyue, who was fighting with the young evil cultivator, roared angrily when he saw this. The innate true qi that had been practicing hard for nearly a hundred years burst to its limit, and he forced the evil cultivator to retreat.

"Monster! Let's--" Yu Qingyue took the opportunity to shout, picked up two chapters of talisman paper in his hand, and pointed at the young evil cultivator from afar.

The talisman paper has not yet been activated, and it has already shined with electric flowers, which is the nemesis of all evil deeds.

The young evil cultivator was shocked and quickly flew back.

Yu Qingyue turned around and pointed the talisman at the corpse demon.

Boom-

A loud thunder sounded, and the talisman turned into lightning as thick as a wrist, breaking through the air.

The corpse demon was still charming, raised its slender hands, and formed handprints with a light cloud and wind. The corpse energy around it turned into a strange black mandala flower, like a shield blocking the lightning strike.

Unscathed.

"Hahaha... Do you dare to bring this kind of trick to me?" The corpse demon smiled and said, "Who am I? This is not Xiaoshu Tong Yu Qingyue... You are so old! Where is Ji Dongling? Why don't you come out to see me?"

The tone of the corpse monster is neither anxious nor slow, like reminiscing about the past, like temptation, like ridicule, like charm... countless meanings are hard to explain and cannot be explained.

Just as Yu Qing was more surprised that the thunder magic talisman was useless, and the corpse monster was even more incited to distract himself by the words of evil magic, the young evil cultivator behind him issued a full blow.

"Old Taoist, die--" the young evil cultivator cried wildly, and the Yinfeng Ghost Hand was exerted to the extreme, and even spit out a few words of spell, which doubled the power of the Ghost Hand, and almost had the ability to capture the soul with soul.

The green ghost hand, with thousands of ghosts, hit Yu Qingyue's heart at a speed that was not inferior to lightning!

The old congenital body was photographed flying off the ground, and vermilion red vomited out of the sky, dyed all over white.

Plop—

Yu Qingyue fell to the ground, and his Taoist robe was covered in dust. He could only turn over and jump up with a serious injury and dying white dog.

In front, the corpse demon was full of charm and blocked the way with a smile. Behind it, there was an injured old evil cultivator staring at him, ready to make up for a blow at any time.

Behind the rear, the unscathed young evil cultivator smiled and cut off the retreat without leaving any vitality.

Yu Qingyue vomited a mouthful of blood again, dyeing the silver beard under his jaw red, and the smirk of the corpse monster was surrounded by his ears.

"Yu Qingyue...hehe...you were such a cute little baby back then!" The corpse demon laughed softly, "I had wanted to eat you for a long time, and today I finally got my long-cherished wish..."

Yu Qingyue refused to answer. He knew that no matter what he said at this time, he could only be humiliated by the other party.

Back then, back then...

He was just a teenager, and his whole family died in the beast tide of Yanguan, and he was the only one who was adopted by the prince.

The prince taught him martial arts and taught him to study. He ran around behind the prince every day...

That was the happiest day in my life...

And what about in front of you?

This battle was defeated.

The prince's situation was ruined.

When Yan Li reminded that day, why didn’t he take much precaution? Knowing that the ancient tomb is ten miles away, why didn’t he let the villagers relocate? Someone came to explore the depths of the Daze, why didn’t he be vigilant?

The most important thing is that it takes only one day for the evil cultivator to place the blood sacrifice array. Why didn’t he discover it?

The fault lies in oneself.

Yu Qingyue, Yu Qingyue, you have the heavy trust of the prince!

Now, the Venerable has caused severe damage. What are your faces when you go to see the prince in the underworld?

Just death—

Amid the smirking of the corpse monster, Yu Qing hates the evil cultivator, hates the corpse monster, and hates himself even more.

His anger became more and more intense, and eventually turned into a roar to the sky.

"ah--"

Yu Qingyue's true energy boiled throughout his body and came out through his body, like a blue flame illuminating the night sky.

The flame has no temperature, and there is indeed a vast wave, stirring up the spiritual energy of the sky!

In an instant, the spiritual energy flew into Yu Qingyue's body like a woollen vortex, making the true energy flame even more eye-catching.

A high-pitched crane cries faintly came from the flames, and a snow-white crane flapped its wings and flew out from the flames.

Yu Qingyue stretched his arms like crane wings, his feet were tapping the ground, rising into the air, and emitting the strongest move in this life:

"A crane shadow soars into the sky--"

Once, he was just a grain of ashes under Yanguan; once, he was a cloud behind the prince; once, he vowed to avenge the prince and let go of everything to pursue the immortal way, but he was not allowed to do so. After all, he was a handful of dust in the sea of ​​immortals.

He wanted to soar into the sky, but he was afraid that he would flap away, and he would never see the prince again and could no longer protect his juniors.

At this moment, his hair was gray and covered with blood. He finally put down everything and spread his wings and rose up!

Today's things are just death—

Yu Qingyue's figure coincides with the white crane in the true qi flame. People are cranes, and cranes are people. The mind and martial arts are refined into one, and it seems that they have broken free from the constraints of heaven and earth and soared into the sky.

The next moment, the white crane shook loudly in the sky, holding the wind and thunder, and rushed to the corpse monster!

At the same time, the seriously injured and listless demon dog also stood up with a long voice, bleeding, while condensing the last crescent moon blade.

The corpse demon also stopped and stared at Yu Qingyue who was swooping down from the sky. A trace of surprise flashed through his dark demonic pupils, and murmured: "Use martial arts to enter the Tao...Use martial arts to enter the Tao! Unfortunately, it's too late... After using this move, you will lose your life..."

She blinked her eyes and looked at the white dog who was fighting for life and giggled again: "Even so, what can you do to Qingniang?"

This giggle turbulent the atmosphere of the monsters in all directions.

The corpse demon Qingniang lifted her slender feet slightly, her waist slowly shook, and her arms spread out, showing a graceful dance move for a moment.

The corpse energy around him danced, surging, and with the power of the blood rain and red moon, it turned into a demonic ripple in the sky.

"A demon dances, and all the illusions return to reality."

In the corpse air demon, countless illusions of heavenly demons emerged, either anger or anger, joy or sorrow, as if the demonic appearance of sentient beings, all of them were filled with one move!

boom--

The secret of the Demon Sect was passed down to Jue, the true teachings of Piaomiao in Yun Sect, and the magical powers of warriors entering the Tao, and the three parties hedged, making a loud bang.

The exploding airflow actually opened the blood rain of grievances, swept away the blood moon dyed red by resentment, and reproduced the silver-gray moon of the Zhongyuan Ghost Festival in the night sky.

If you try your best, you will still be unable to defeat the corpse monster's cultivation level and take advantage of the advantages of the right time and place.

The old figure flew backwards in the air, and the white robe became even more beautiful.

The weak giant dog rolled on the ground, stained with blood mud.

The disillusioned moon blade, the disintegrating crane shadow, symbolizes-

The dead end has arrived.

The corpse demon took a step forward slowly, took a deep breath, as if enjoying the bloody smell in the air, and said softly: "You old dog, your cultivation is extraordinary. If it weren't for the sneak attack and severely attacking you, it would be really hard for me... Hahaha... It's over..."

Just as she was distracted by her victories, another dog barking suddenly sounded in the distance in the clouds and mist.

Immediately afterwards, a loud "boom" sounded, and a lightning bolt broke through the air, catching the corpse demon off guard.

The previous use of the Demon Sect was extremely powerful, which also caused considerable damage to the corpse monster. The Bai Quan and Yu Qingyue's life-fighting impact caused her to suffer minor injuries. When she was weak, she was hit by the thunder method and immediately let out a tragic howl!

The evil cultivators who were watching the side were already scared to death by the shocking move just now. If there was any change at this time, there was no time to react.

I saw a second white demon dog jumping out in the fog, which was only slightly smaller than the previous white dog.

It flew to Yu Qingyue and the white dog, and turned into an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, Guiyun.
To be continued...