"Kill out!"
Qin Chen angrily drinks, looks dignified, looks at the dense skeleton army scalp numb.
One side of the skull helmsman is scared to look pale, closely follow Qin Chen, legs soft.
It was the first time for him to enter this land of wronged souls. He thought that it was just the spirit of the wronged souls, which would make people lose their consciousness. Unexpectedly, there were so many corpses in this place.
What made him even more frightened was the roar, which contained the soul shock of extreme terror. Even he was trembling and frightened.
In the army of corpses all over the sky, Qin Chen urged Zhenmo Ding to smash with each blow, as if the Zhenmo Ding was specially designed to restrain the existence of these corpses.
But even so, there are still a lot of skeletons breaking through the obstacles and attacking.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The leader of the skeleton helmsman swept the array for Qin Chen, but he didn't last long. He was killed by the army of skeletons, adding a lot of color to his body.
It's not so much the strength of these skeletons, but that they are invulnerable, almost painless, and seem to have no will, and only know how to attack them.
If it was not the leader of the skeleton helmsman, but the strong one of the demon clans, he also had some immersion in the art of corpses and ghosts. If he had been the ordinary seven level three peak king Wu, he would have died.
But even so, after only holding on for a moment, the skeleton helmsman was already scarred and obviously could not hold on.
At this time, a black streamer suddenly appeared, Shua Shua, and quickly swept over several skeletons in front of the main body of the skeleton helmsman. The spirit of the evil spirits in the skeletons gave out a cry of nothingness, and the bodies fell down in an instant and turned into pieces.
"The mysterious rusty sword can also suppress these bones!"
Not far away, Qin was relieved.
These skeletons were left by the top strong men of the two tribes in ancient times. If they can be preserved to this day, they are the best of the two tribes. Their defense is extremely terrible. Even if the leader of the skeleton helmsman has such accomplishments, it is difficult to break up the other.
Qin Chen naturally is the same, relying on his own strength to kill each other, the difficulty is not small.
However, knowing that the reason why these skeletons can stand up is because of the integration of the spirit of the wronged soul, Qin Chen immediately guesses whether his mysterious rusty sword has the same effect on these bones, since Zhenmo Ding has a special effect on these bones.
Sure enough, the result of his previous attack was far beyond Qin Chen's expectation. Under his mysterious rusty sword, the spirits supporting these bones were hard to resist, and they were absorbed by the mysterious rust sword one after another.
"Skull helmsman, you resist the bones that break through the defense line, and leave the rest to Ben Shao."
As soon as his eyes flashed, Qin Chen urged Zhenmo Ding to suppress a large number of skeletons. On the other hand, he used imperial sword technique to urge mysterious rusty sword.
In a flash, the mysterious rusty sword turned into a black sword light, like a long black line, and instantly surrounded Qin Chen. All the skeletons that had been hit were bound to fall and turn into broken bones.
At the same time, a faint breath of skeletons was released from the broken bones.
"This is a great tonic."
The cold and deep pupil of the skeleton helmsman's eyes glowed, and he quickly inhaled it. All of a sudden, a wisp of bones and bones were vaporized into the skeleton helmsman's body.
It can be seen to the naked eye that the skeletons on the helmsman's body are slowly repaired, and the original broken parts heal at a visible speed and become stronger.
"What a quick fix."
Qin Chen was shocked. If he repaired at this speed, the skeleton helmsman's wound would be completely healed and his strength would be improved.
"He meow, but he was taken advantage of by the skeleton ghost."
Big black cat is in one side, is depressed to say.
When he failed to get zhenjiezhu, his heart was full of resentment. Every time his claw fell, a skull was crushed.
Boom!
Whew! Whew!
Under the double protection of Zhenmo Ding and mysterious rust sword, Qin Chen, with the skeleton helmsman and the little black cat, retreated continuously. In a blink of an eye, thousands of skeletons were killed and turned into broken bones.
A large number of skeletons made the injured bones recover quickly. In addition to the consumed Qi and blood that could not be repaired in a short period of time, the strength of the bones on his body was only stronger than that in his heyday.
Even a glimmer of light flowed on the skeleton of the helmsman, just like jade.
In the past, there have been over ten thousand white bones on the ground.
But the rest of the skeleton army, as if no pain in general, continue to kill, did not attack more and more fierce.
As a result of the long-time stimulation of Zhenmo Ding, the Zhenyuan in Qin Chen's body has been seriously consumed, and the consumption rate of Zhenyuan is not comparable to that of Zhenmo Ding.
"No, if it goes on like this, my body's Zhenyuan will be exhausted sooner or later. Once I'm exhausted, I'll be trapped in an army of skeletons, and I'll die sooner or later."Qin Chen looks ugly.
With the continuous recovery of Zhenmo Ding, its power is becoming more and more powerful, but the consumption of Zhenyuan is becoming stronger and stronger, so strong that Qin Chen can't even bear it.
You should know that what he practiced was the supreme nine star divine formula. He turned into an ordinary seven level mid peak king Wu. If he urged the demon tripod once, he would dry up their real yuan.
"Master, what shall we do now?"
Looking at the Qin dust who took back the Zhenmo tripod and gathered more and more corpses, the head of the skeleton helmsman said anxiously.
"What can I do? Naturally, there are so many skeletons here. Once you absorb all the Qi of the remains, I'm afraid that the bones will recover to the realm of Emperor Wu, right
Qin Chen drank coldly, and the black light flashed on the mysterious rusty sword, and a dozen or so corpses that came up in front of him suddenly disintegrated in horror.
"Kill!"
Then he gave a cold drink, and the mysterious rusty sword was constantly emitting in Qin Chen's hands. At the beginning, Qin Chen still needed the mysterious rust sword to touch these bones before he could kill them.
But after the way, Qin Chen found that his sword light had a certain spirit.
Qin Chen is completely immersed in the light of his mysterious rusty sword. He has a vague feeling that once the spirit of the mysterious rust sword is completely controlled by him, his sword technique will step into a new level.
In the endless killing, Qin Chen simply ignored that he was surrounded by thousands of corpses. He even killed the surrounding corpses completely by his perception. Waves of corpses were chopped by him, and waves of corpses surrounded him. Compared with Zhenmo Ding, the consumption of Zhenyuan by mysterious rust sword is too small, which is enough for him to continuously kill the corpses and make continuous moves.
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