Chapter 411 Battle on the Top of the Green City
Qingcheng Mountain.
The forest is dense, the mountains are cut with knives, and the palaces are empty for thousands of years. The palaces like clouds and the sea only occupy the corner of Qingcheng Mountain. No one knows how big Qingcheng is...
Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy is like a light boat in countless mountains. Nowadays, the ghost roar has broken countless years of loneliness. The vanguard troops of the three demons have broken through the defense and entered the gate of the Qingcheng Mountain Hall...
"Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy is known as one of the four martial arts institutes in the world, ah! He** has a deep relationship. You don't have one in ten thousand of your ancestors!"
A thin monk with a face like the bottom of a pot, wearing a cask and holding a tin stick in his hand is sitting on a pink unicorn and shouting. There is no smell of a monk, and the jackets are all black, with a violent and dark atmosphere, draining out. The surrounding air seems to be dark...
"Look, you can only be a shrinking turtle!! Hurry up today, and I will reward you with a whole body and refine you into zombies..."
The thin monk looked up to the sky and laughed. Hundreds of zombies behind him stood in the rocks, with pale and dry faces, empty and godless eyes, staring at the front. His hands are drooping, his legs are not bent, and his body is covered with long green body hair, as if he had just got up from the grave... The strong dark and rotten smell permeated the whole Ziwei Hall...
The thick door of the black tung wood in front of the Ziwei Hall opened in the sound of ah. A man slowly came out. His face is full of beard, his eyes are like torches, his face is strong, and he has a sword diagonally on his back...
The person who came was Xi Zhong, the deputy head of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, followed closely by seven, seven forty-nine Qingcheng disciples. His face was full of strong grief and anger, and his eyes were like a sharp sword, staring at the thin monks wearing black jackets dozens of feet away. Among the hundreds of zombies behind him, there were their fellow disciples...
"Yanfu monk, as a monk, you kill living people, temper zombies, and are willing to be used by the demon world. Aren't you afraid of going to hell after death?"
Xi Zhong shouted an angry, like a lion roaring. The thin monk smiled evilly on his face, and the cloud on his head was even lower. Death? Go to hell? I was originally a ghost who got up from the grave. This time, I came up to collect money from you so-called decent people. Ha ha, the eyebrows on his face were twisted and the corners of his mouth drooped. I want to refine you decent disciples into zombies, and then let them kill you again. It's cool to see that. ......
"Evil beast, looking for death."
Xi Zhong drank a lot.
In the strange laughter, the dark monk's arms shook the black jacket behind him, and a black copper bell turned out of his hand. With a pat of ** pink unicorn in his left hand, he stepped back a few feet.
The strange sound of bells came from the hands of the Yinfu monk, and the jingle was enchanting. The black fog permeated and opened, which was hard to see with the naked eye within a few feet. The smelly and rotten atmosphere made me nauseous...
"Cord ghost array!" Xi Zhong's face changed and shouted, "Disciples of Qingcheng, listen to my orders."
Seventy-49 disciples shouted in unison, order! These disciples are all top talents in Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy, at least reaching the peak of gathering energy. Among them, there are even half-step virtual characters, and the unharmed face is the leader...
At this moment, when he heard Xi Zhong's decree, all the long swords in his hand came out of their sheath and raised them high to stab the sky.
Xi Zhong's body rose a few feet out of thin air, and his long sword in his hand went straight to the black fog. He said, "Day day, all evils are clean." In the spell, the disciples cast spells at the same time, and a dazzling light burst out on each long sword, and then gathered into a beam, laser-like, shooting on the permeating black fog...
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Before the ancient tripod, the Xuanhuang Emperor did not know when he had sat on the ground, but his hands always pointed to the sky, and the fire on his body turned green...
All this seems to have solidified into a statue. The strange flame is immortal. Another Jiazi has passed...
In the ancient tripod, Han Feng still turned into ashes countless times in the green flame, and then was reborn with a wisp of obsession. However, his divine consciousness has gradually become tough from weakness and will not collapse easily...
The years are ruthless, and the fifth Jiazi came in a blink of an eye...
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The sword in the hands of seven and forty-nine disciples in Qingcheng Mountain turned into white light wheels and shone on the diffuse black fog.
There was a buzzing sound in the air, and the black fog swept away under the white light. Show countless zombies...
"God's sword."
A voice suddenly sounded. They were all my disciples in Qingcheng. How could we hurt their bodies? But it's a harmless voice. The disciples behind him all changed their faces, and their movements couldn't help slowing down. At this time, a zombie has already rushed over. A pair of ghost claws pounced on Xi Zhong.
Xi Zhong waved his sword like electricity. With a crack, he cut off the zombie's head. Behind his power, although the zombie had a bronze head and iron arm, his head fell. However, although the zombie had no head, he jumped from the ground and still stretched out his arms, which was extremely horrible...
Xi Zhong knocked the zombie away and said to himself, "I'm sorry, my disciple of Qingcheng. This account will be calculated on the head of the demon clan..." They shouted that they were all ghosts without wisdom. If we were weak, we would all respond to the old ghost's heart. More and more ghosts came. Seventy-49 disciples of Qingcheng Mountain were helpless. They ate their two fingers like halberd and pressed on the hilt of the sword in their hands. They all shouted, just like a Thunderbolt, and the wonders suddenly appeared. Forty-nine magic swords suddenly flew into the air, like electricity...
The sword array was launched, and the sword spirit rushed to countless zombies. Those zombies all stretched their arms forward, their legs jumped up in the rocks, stared at the Qingcheng disciples in the array, and rushed all the way...
Although they have copper heads and iron arms, they still move slowly. In a blink of an eye, many zombies were cut off their legs, leaving their bodies squirming in place...
"Yin Fu, come and die!"
Xi Zhong shouted loudly, his eyes were covered with red silk, and he stared at the black cloud.
In Jie Jie's laughter, Yin Fu appeared hundreds of feet away and said strangely, "The effort at the bottom of the box in Qingcheng Mountain is just like this. A small zombie array makes you confused. Jie Jie, Xi Zhonglaoer, this is just a small dish. What do you think this is?"
"Blowing the atmosphere," Xi Zhong followed the other party, and his face couldn't help but change. He only saw a black flag appear in the other party's hand. As soon as the flag came out, the sky suddenly darkened, as if the light had escaped.
"xie fan! You have such an evil thing. I don't know how many people's lives have been buried..."
"Ji Jie, your Qingcheng is immortal, and when will you wait?"
The face of the Yin Fu turned blue and white, and even the black was a little light. There were words in his mouth, and the evil flag in his hand moved without wind and floated into the air. Countless ghosts appeared on it, Qingcheng Mountain, and in front of Ziwei Hall suddenly appeared in hell...
The yin charm bit the tip of the tongue, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed into the evil flag in the air. The evil flag was as strong as solidification. The shadow of a fierce beast slowly condensed...
Xi Zhong's face was as gloomy as water, and he said strangely, "There is a fierce soul of the ancient fierce beast in this evil flag. Aren't you afraid that this fierce soul will devour you?"..."
The face of the yinfu is as thin as a dead man, and the black sabery has lost its luster. It is decoy* and said with a smile, "What do you know? The Lone Soul Ancestor made me to be the vanguard, gave me such treasures and destroyed your Qingcheng. I am the owner of this Qingcheng Mountain, devoured, Jie Jie..."
In the crying laughter, the poor and fierce soul gradually appeared. Within a thousand feet, the gloomy wind was blowing, and the black evil spirit enveloped the disciples of Qingcheng. The sad roar made people cover their ears...