Cough cough cough!

The man in black robe was still coughing violently, as if Zhang Tong's hammer had damaged his lungs.

However, the man in black robe, as a Sequence Nine Shadow Binder and also a transcendent, noticed something was wrong almost at the same time.

It’s so quiet around here!

Although everything is chilly in autumn, it is not so quiet that it is eerie.

The most important thing is that the village that originally had some lights in the darkness disappeared without anyone noticing.

A faint black air enveloped the cemetery, and the surrounding area was nothing but darkness.

"Ahem!"

The man in black robe coughed violently, and he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his hands, but a look of horror appeared on his face the next moment.

His hands are all covered in blood!

That's the blood he coughed up!

Looking at Zhang Tong with a horrified look on his face, the coldness and fanaticism were completely gone from the black-robed man's face at this moment, only boundless fear remained on his face.

Both are Sequence Nine. Although the Shadow Binder can control the power of shadows at the Sequence Nine stage, he does not seem to have the mental power and spiritual vision that only apprentices have.

He could only look at Zhang Tong as if asking for help, with despair written all over his face.

"Ahem... vomit..."

In the empty and cold cemetery, it seemed that the only sound left was the coughing and retching sounds of the men in black robes.

The hairs all over Zhang Tong's body stood up, and his body instinctively felt danger.

Taking a deep look at the man in black robe who was kneeling there and coughing continuously, Zhang Tong, whose yin and yang eyes were opened, carefully looked at everything around him.

There was a faint black mist everywhere, permeating the entire cemetery, giving Zhang Tong a familiar feeling.

It felt like the power of the spiritual world, like an endless black sea, turned into steam and penetrated into the human world.

The power of the spiritual world is profound and terrifying.

Mortals facing the spiritual world are like ants facing the sky. They will instinctively feel fear.

That kind of fear is indescribable, it is a fear that comes from the soul and personality.

At this moment, Zhang Tong faced the diffuse black mist. Although he did not surrender from the bottom of his heart like he faced the spirit world, there was still a faint fear that enveloped him.

In other words, Zhang Tong is an extraordinary person. If this kind of power envelopes ordinary people, sooner or later they will go crazy in fear.

Looking around cautiously, Zhang Tong tried to find something strange.

But in the empty cemetery, there is nothing weird at all.

"Ahem!"

The man in black robe was still coughing, and his voice echoed in the cemetery.

However, the next moment, Zhang Tong's expression changed. He subconsciously covered his chest, where he felt a very itchy feeling.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Tong also started coughing violently!

The concept of White Lotus mutated, and Zhang Tong's spiritual power was like the roots of a lotus seed, rooted in his flesh and blood.

Although it did not take root in his internal organs, Zhang Tong could barely feel that a cold force was eroding his lungs out of thin air.

"An attack on the lungs out of thin air?"

Zhang Tong had a horrified expression on his face. This ability to act on him out of thin air was really weird.

Being able to strike from a distance without the real owner appearing. Such a strange ability gave Zhang Tong the idea of ​​​​retreating.

But when he thought that there was a village not far from the cemetery, Zhang Tong showed a hesitant expression on his face.

He can leave, but will the villagers suddenly die collectively because of his departure?

"If such a thing is solved, you should be able to contact Wang Xinyao with confidence, right?"

Holy white light appeared around Zhang Tong, covering him lightly.

Although the mutated mental power cannot isolate that weird power, it can at least give Zhang Tong some peace of mind.

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Tong's eyes became firm and he whispered to himself:

"Try it first, and then retreat if it doesn't work."

Having made a decision in his heart, Zhang Tong did not dare to waste any time. He was afraid that he would cough and die here.

The three-dimensional coordinate hammer moved upwards, and Zhang Tong levitated out of thin air.

Looking down at the entire cemetery, I still didn't find any traces of strange existence.

However, Zhang Tong is not in a hurry, at least there are no major problems with his lungs so far.

Driving the three-dimensional coordinate hammer, Zhang Tong began to fly at low altitude, carefully observing each grave bag.

A moment later, Zhang Tong landed on the ground in front of a grave bag and looked at the ordinary grave bag with twinkling eyes.

Compared with other tombs, this tomb is obviously a new tomb. The soil on the tomb is still new, and it should have been erected not long ago.

Although his yin and yang eyes couldn't see anything wrong with the tomb bag, the hearing brought by the Sequence Nine soldiers allowed him to clearly hear the subtle coughing sound inside the tomb bag.

Every time the cough sounded, the strange force invaded his lungs more and more.

"Is there something weird in the grave bag?"

"Believe it or not, I dug your grave!"

Zhang Tong frowned and looked at this brand new grave bag. Digging a grave was definitely not an easy task for Zhang Tong.

But there is no way, if the things inside are allowed to cough, the strange power will continue to expand, and the entire village will die suddenly.

Even to the extreme, if anyone in the world ignores this grave bag and allows the being in the grave bag to cough continuously, that weird power is likely to spread to the whole world.

By then, everyone will die!

This can be judged from the spreading fog around!

After roughly appraising his physical condition, Zhang Tong directly threw the three-dimensional coordinate hammer to the ground, and then began to dig the grave with his bare hands.

The tombs in the north are basically earthen tombs.

The mental power protects the physical body, and the physical power can be used directly. It is not difficult for Zhang Tong to dig a new grave.

The only difficulty is probably that the amount of work is a bit huge.

However, no matter how large the project was, thanks to Zhang Tong's powerful power that exceeded human limits, gratifying progress was made. Zhang Tong soon dug out a huge depression in the grave.

Not far away, the man in black robe was still coughing.

A large amount of thick phlegm mixed with blood was continuously coughed out of his mouth.

However, after seeing the three-dimensional coordinate hammer discarded by Zhang Tong on the ground, the man in black robe, who looked desperate and frightened, showed a fanatical expression on his face again.

"Containment object!"

"That is the containment object that Lord Holy Son calls. As long as I take the containment object back, not only will I not die, but I will also receive the gift from Lord Holy Son!"

With a look of fanaticism on his face, the man in black robes forcibly sealed his mouth with his shadow, and cautiously approached the hammer.

One step, two steps, three steps... with devilish steps, the hammer is already close in front of you.
Chapter completed!