Chapter 87

Just now, they all clearly saw that these movable corpses were climbing out of the hole under the dead tree.

If these dead bodies exist under these dead trees and only climb out at night, then there are dead bodies all over the dead trees.

There are thousands of dead trees in the withered forest. If there are dead bodies under each dead tree, I'm afraid Lin Qian's ruins have been completely surrounded by dead bodies who can move.

Moreover, if you want to leave this place, you have to go through the withered forest.

In this way, unless Fu Heng's strength goes against the sky, there is absolutely no way to get out of trouble.

After all, although Lin Qian did not know the strength of these corpses, what they could know was that the strength of these corpses was definitely not weak.

If there were only two disciples of Wuzong, they would not have lived.

At this time, Fu Heng on the bluestone floor below had already handed over his hands to these dead bodies.

Because of Lin Qian's Shangyi pill, Fu Heng's injury and soul power have been completely recovered, and the huge power of the medicine can't be fully refined in his realm, just like a stove burning in his chest, which makes him impatient to vent.

Therefore, with the help of this elixir, Fu Heng's strength is far beyond his limit.

With the Blood Sword successfully armed in his hand, his soul power hovers around his body like a thick blood river. If you look carefully, these blood rivers are all made of scarlet sword spirit.

After the corpse was close to Fu Heng, the blood river had already swept over them, and the sharp sword Qi contained in it stabbed them one after another, but it made a clear banging sound.

It seems that these swords are not flesh and blood, but metal casting.

Originally, with the help of pills, Fu Heng showed his extraordinary strength. He felt that Lin Qian was so stupid that he even came to help him out.

However, after fighting with these corpses, Fu Heng's original complacent mood also fell to the bottom.

"Are these corpses so powerful?" When he saw that his sword Qi had been bombarded by him, there were only sparks everywhere. There was no skin splitting in his imagination, which made Fu Heng feel a little flustered.

Relying on the elixir power of grade B gathered in his chest, Fu Heng was not stingy with soul power, increased the infusion of soul power, and chopped around.

"Kill all sides!"

After the roar, the blood awn in Fu Heng's eyes twinkled. Almost in an instant, he produced four swords at the same time, turned into a huge blood red sword blade, and hit hard in the four directions around him.

The huge blood colored blade burst out a strong intention of killing and cutting, and rushed towards his corpse.

The blue brick floor under Fu Heng's feet cracked and collapsed because of the violent soul shock. Four bloody huge blades also opened up four gullies.

Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!

The blood of green spatters out, the power of Fu Heng's killing move is really good, and penetrates the bodies of the four dead bodies.

Four pools of green blood appeared on the ground around Fu Heng, but only one of the four corpses fell down.

The other three corpses stained with green blood were still holding the broken limbs and running towards Fu Heng in front of them.

In this case, the people above the book Pavilion changed their faces.

"This corpse is really brave and fearless to die. It's still alive after such a heavy injury." Ye Xin in front of the window stares at the bottom and is extremely surprised.

The three corpses who ran to Fu Heng had been seriously injured by the former, half of their chest had been broken and one arm had been discarded.

One of the corpses, whose head was even cut off in half, still gave out a low roar and rushed to Fu Heng.

If you are an ordinary soul warrior, even if you don't die, you will lose most of your fighting power.

"Not only that, but the physical strength of these dead bodies is also greatly unexpected." Ding Zhirong, who was not far away, also stared at the bottom and said, "killing all sides is the soul skill of the divine sword sect, isn't it?"

Ye Xin gently nodded and said: "indeed, with Fu Heng's power of killing all directions, it's more than enough to kill the ordinary soul warrior who breaks the second level of empty space."

Speaking of this, Ye Xin is staring at the bottom: "according to Fu Heng's own strength, with the help of Yidan medicine, the strength that these dead bodies can play is at least equivalent to the nine levels of Nirvana, and the eight rounds of Nirvana break through the limit."

Ye Xin for the analysis of the dead body, others also nodded in agreement, but also some ugly face.

Even the nine levels of Nirvana will not embarrass them. However, the nine levels of nirvana in the eight rounds of Nirvana, together with breaking through the limit of Nirvana, are more troublesome.

Although after Lin Qian's special training, it is not difficult for them to deal with such dead bodies.

But there are too many dead bodies!

At the top of the pavilion, there are windows on all sides. Through the window facing the withered forest, they can see the scene of withered forest without dense fog.As they expected, there was a dark hole in the ground of every dead tree, from which there were a large number of pale corpses, which made their scalp numb.

At the bottom, Fu Heng couldn't hold on, except his own blood, and the green corpse blood.

Around Fu Heng, there were more than ten dead bodies lying on the ground and could not get up any more, and his soul power was extremely thin.

The dead bodies in the withered forest have not come yet, but although there are few dead trees in the ruins, at least there are hundreds of them. Fu Heng has gathered dozens of moving dead bodies on the edge, gradually drowning him.

"Lin Qian, you can't die well, you can't die well!" In the book Pavilion, Lin Qian and they can't see Fu Heng's figure any more, but they just heard the roar of his resentment.

Lin Qian didn't have the slightest sympathy in his eyes. He just observed calmly.

After half a sound, the dead bodies were scattered, and there was nothing on the ground except blood stains and the hearts and components of the armed forces.

The dead bodies were stained with blood at the corners of their mouths, and their dry lips could not help wriggling and chewing. They all looked up and thought about the book Pavilion.

"No, they're aware of us." Seeing this, Zhao Haiming's lazy look disappeared, replaced by dignified and fear.

"The reason why you come to the medieval ruins is to temper yourself, not to enjoy happiness?" Lin Qian looked back at the crowd and said with a smile, "kill, this is a rare opportunity to temper yourself."

After that, Lin Qian suddenly jumped out of the window and fell down.

The wind whistling in my ear stops suddenly when the loud sound of hitting the ground starts. The strength of the air is like waves, which spreads to the surrounding areas and shakes away the dead bodies around.

At the moment of Lin Qian's landing, a beautiful white shadow followed and fell on his side.

"I have long thought that it would be great if I could fight side by side with Xiaoqian." Ye Xin smiles at Lin Qian sweetly, and the heart and components of Yuanqi emerge in front of him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One after another, the sound of crashing into the earth appeared. Lei Qian, Ding Zhirong, Zhao Haiming, Li Letian and Wang Lanxin all came down from the sky to Lin Qian.

Looking at more than 200 dead bodies around, Lei Qian said with a bitter smile: "boss, we should be able to survive."

"I'm not going to help unless I'm good enough." Lin Qian grinned. The red gold thunderbolt roared and burst out.

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