Chapter 62 The Living Dead

"Is it an empty beast?" Jinyang looked at the fog in front of him. The unknown things made people afraid, and there was life in the space turbulence. Jingchu shook his head and said, "Definitely not. There are no such magnificent signs of life, just very weak."

The people present for a moment were relieved. Since there was no strong life fluctuation, it was not a terrible thing. The white fog rolled endlessly, and everyone stood in it for a long time and gradually rose uneasiness. After all, they were passing through the space turbulence.

"Brother, do you think this fog will come out soon?" The second brother Li Xing is burly and strong, facing simple and honest, but the light in his eyes shows that this person is not simple.

Often looking at everyone to see that everyone wanted to go out, they couldn't help nodding and saying, "Let Miss Jingchu try it at the end. Maybe there is something precious." Often looking at Jingchu, Jingchu nodded and sacrificed all eight magic weapons in his hand, rolled into the fog, shaking like a rope in it, and the crystal treasure light resisted the tearing of this space. These were all high-level fairy weapons that could hold up for a while.

At the beginning, the fetal power of heaven and earth was infinite. The majestic qi and blood were enough to collapse the mountains. Her blue veins jumped violently, and the long rope turned into eight magic weapons were straight and deadlocked for a moment.

"Come and give me a hand" and drink quietly.

Jin Yang and the third elder brother have the highest physical cultivation. Each of them took a big rope and dragged it up desperately. There are still people." Quietly and vigorously. The people behind hurried up to help.

Eight people pulled, and the big rope overflowing with treasures dragged a big boat slowly out of the fog, and the space was turbulent. The corners of Jinyang's eyes shrank, and the whole hull was cast by Taixuan God Iron, which was more than ten feet long. The black light made everyone cheer.

"Jingchu girl is really a lucky star. It's cast by Taixuan God Iron. No wonder it's so heavy." He often laughed. Everyone present was extremely excited. The high value was unimaginable, and everyone could get a piece of the pie.

The dark hull is heavy and strong, full of knife marks and sword holes. It is quietly lying there, emitting a mysterious breath. At first glance, it frowned and its fingers trembled.

"Go on and have a look." Someone said.

Often just wants to step forward, Jingchu's hand is horizontal, and he often looks at Jingchu puzzledly. Jingchu pinched it with his right hand, and his eyes flashed. For a moment, everyone calmed down and looked at Jingchu puzzledly.

"Throw it back." Jingchu's words silenced the crowd.

For a moment, "Why? It's hard to get it." The ordinary disciples who followed questioned were very dissatisfied and almost began to scold. Everyone also talked about it and was very dissatisfied.

"Throw it back, I don't guarantee that there are any monsters on it." Jingchu's face was heavy and cold and scary. Life or money." Jingchu added a cold sentence, and everyone looked at Jingchu puzzledly.

"Why do you say that?" He often looked at the big ship cast by Taixuan Iron and asked puzzledly. Maybe there is something more precious in the ship," added Li Xing, the second brother beside him.

"What do you think of Jinyang?" Jingchu suddenly asked the silent Jinyang, but Jinyang looked at the angry people. Everyone quietly knew that his opinions could influence the overall situation.

"Look." Jin Yang seemed to laugh heartlessly.

"You" looked at Jin Yang puzzledly, full of astonishment. Jing first wanted to stop talking, and slowly put down the arm in front of him. It's better not to have too many people," Jingchu said to Chang. He often nodded and knew Jingchu's caution, but danger could not scare these people in the perennial war.

He often sent a group of five of his brothers to investigate first, and even Song Yuqing was sent up, but he himself did not go up on the grounds of stabilizing the overall situation.

"Why do you agree to stay, Jinyang?" Jingchu raised his head and looked at Jin Yang seriously. Jin Yang smiled and made people confused. "I just feel some value. Besides, how can I be scared back by unknown threats?" Jin Yang glanced at the presence around him.

"Jingchu, what's the danger on it?" Qin Ziyi looked at Jingchu and hoped to get the answer. Intuition." Jingchu was not cold to Qin Ziyi, "Intuition." Qin Ziyi asked back, which was incredible. Jingchu nodded and didn't say anything.

The time is getting longer and longer, and no one comes out. Gradually approaching the agreed time, Changzai's face is getting worse and worse. If someone folds here, I'm afraid that he can't escape the blame of the clan.

Half an hour later, there was no one who had come to make an appointment. Everyone dared not breathe. You know, those who entered were all true disciples, and even the two big palm peaks were in it.

"I'll go in myself, and you can also go together." He often pointed to the three ordinary disciples, who are all the best among them and are about to be promoted to the true biography. If the seventh sister doesn't come out again, you can lead everyone to Dongtian." She often handed the map to Feng Qian, but she looked at Jin Yang.

Jin Yang smiled and said, "Jingchu, let's go in and have a look." Jingchu was stunned for a moment and nodded in agreement.

The six people jumped on the dark boat, which made Jin Yang's heart jump in front of him. It seemed to be a little similar to the big guy in the casting hall, but the size was too different, which made it difficult to distinguish for a while.

Six people stood on the roof of the ship, and a big hole was shocking and went straight to the hull. It seemed that it was broken, and Jin Yang's eyes narrowed more. Slowly walking through the big hole, Jingchu followed Jin Yang closely, and his heart pounded.

"Go down and have a look." Chang took the lead and sacrificed a fairy weapon and jumped in, and three ordinary disciples bravely followed. Jin Yang smiled and said to Jingchu, "Don't be afraid, I guess it's very rewarding." After saying that, the mirror of the universe shrouded the two into the cabin.

The dark space is narrow and there is nothing, and he often leads three ordinary disciples to check around. The universe mirror suspended overhead, and Jinyang slowly moved towards it.

"What have you found"

"No" is often dignified. Looking at Jinyang, he can't help gritting his teeth secretly and gradually becoming dissatisfied.

"There is a passage here" called by a disciple not far from Jinyang. Let's go and have a look." He often went down without looking back. The three ordinary disciples quickly followed, and none of them looked at Jinyang.

"Let's go." Jinyang walked slowly to the front of the passage, "Jingchu." Jin Yang turned around and found that Jingchu did not move at all. "What are you thinking?" The space does not echo the sound of Jinyang from far to near, which is extremely strange and hairy for a while.

"Be careful." Jingchu didn't know what she was worried about. Even her Taiji picture was sacrificed. Jin Yang smiled and didn't say anything, and jumped down by himself.

The ship's body is self-contained. Even if it is broken down, it did not collapse inside, and the space turbulence did not tear it up. It is indeed extremely strong. The small world is not big, and it is full of array control to control the big ship. Stopping the control seems to be the last second.

The air is full of depression, and people have to die between breathing. Often the four people can't believe everything in front of them. Jin Yang walked quietly without blinking his eyes.

The meat shells of at least 50 immortals, wearing unified robes, are still in their respective positions, but everything seems to be static, and there is no yuan god but only the body.

Pinched the fairy's face, "the body is still alive," Jin Yang said with a blank face. Changzai and Jingchu and others watched Jinyang haunt each platform and commented on the body of each fairy here, as if the nerve was abnormal, and Jingchu was like a ghost.

"What are you looking at?" Jinyang is condescending and has observed every fairy body.

"They are still alive, but there is no yuan god anymore. It seems that they were killed by the powerful immortals in an instant, and it hasn't been very long." Jinyang looked at them strangely.

"I think you look like a demon." Jingchu looked directly at Jin Yang, often waiting for someone to nod for a while, and was shocked by Jin Yang.

"I'm normal. I'm possessed here now. Let's see if there are any other channels." Jinyang ordered. Often nodding, the three disciples slowly checked and looked for a new channel.

Jin Yang was secretly shocked that this ship was obviously a thing of the clan, and the leader was still a member of the same clan. Jinwu's blood resonance could never be wrong. Jinyang pondered for a moment and checked everyone's storage bags, all of which were blown up in an instant, as if looking for something.

"What's wrong with Jinyang?" Jingchu looked at Jinyang's east and west. He often looked at the two people: "What clues have you found?" With a bright wing in his eyes, Jinyang shook his head and often walked around in the cabin.

"There is still a living here." A roar spread throughout the cabin, and a careful disciple found a dark compartment with a woman lying in it. Jin Yang ran over in an instant.

The face is pale, the proud curve is covered with a piece of armor, and the slender hand is still holding a long sword. The man has fallen into a coma. The most important thing is that the yuan god still exists and has not been destroyed.

"Let's get out of the way." Jinyang rudely pulled away the disciple, and the universe mirror lit up around. A pure yang slowly entered the woman's body and warmed her. A quarter of an hour passed without any good. Jin Yang is like an angry lion, his eyes are scarlet, his fists are creaking, his blue veins are beating violently, and he almost chooses someone to eat.

Jingchu stood behind Jinyang and couldn't help worrying for a while. He had never seen Jinyang so angry. It was often strange that he couldn't help guessing their relationship.

Jin Yang couldn't help but lose his voice when he looked at the square lying in the dark grid, and his face turned pale. Touching this cold face reminded Jin Yang of what Fang Zixuan's father's confidant had done for himself and helped him offend his peers. Qingshui slept for 3,000 years. He can't help swearing to kill this hateful attacker, no matter how powerful he is.

"Jinyang, are you all right?" Jingchu asked cautiously.

Jin Yang looked at Fang Zixuan in a daze as if he didn't hear it, and the pure yang spirit left for his cultivation in the universe mirror rushed to Fang Zixuan desperately. The chaotic fairy light flowed and imprinted on Jin Yang's ferocious face.

"Bangdang"

A jade Jane fell from Fang Zixuan's left hand, and the crisp sound echoed, making Jin Yang gradually come to his senses. Picking up the jade slip, the divine consciousness came out through the body. A starry sky appeared in the sea of knowledge of Jinyang, which was vast, with countless stars and countless mysterious spaces, and there were 3,000 worlds floating in it, mysterious and abnormal, among which there was a little annotation, which made Jin Yang noticed.

I didn't take a closer look at Yu Jian. I often wanted to say it clearly, but I was very dissatisfied. Jinyang gradually calmed down, took down the long sword in Fang Zixuan's hand and put it on the ground, and slowly picked up Fang Zi standing in the dark compartment. The universe mirror above his head was still conveying the pure yang, but there was no sign of any difference.

"Jinyang, what is this?" Jingchu looked at the calm and scary Jinyang.

"Uncle" Jinyang replied casually. Looking at the universe mirror above his head and shouting, the fairy mirror hung high and stimulated to the extreme. The hazy world in the mirror appeared, interpreting the essence of heaven, and the law evolved and interpreted the mystery of the universe. There was a magnificent pure yang vitality in the new world.

Fangzi's exquisite body slowly rose, his eyes closed, and his pale face gradually eased in the hazy world and slept peacefully.

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