World of Cultivation

Facts have proved that Zuo Mo and the others' worries were not unfounded. The first two days of the trip went smoothly, but on the third day they ran into trouble.

The monster in front of them was the first humanoid monster they had encountered. It looked very much like a zombie, with a human-like ape face and ferocious eyes that glowed red. Its whole body, including its face, is covered with hair. The most amazing thing is that the hairs on its body are not the same color. These hairs of different colors form complex and exquisite patterns, like some unknown talisman formation.

There is a skull hanging on its waist, which looks like jade or porcelain. Its empty eye sockets always seem to have a black mist floating in them.

"Be careful, this is a corpse!"

Zuo Mo immediately understood from Pu Yao's reminder tone that this thing called the evil corpse must be extraordinary.

He had just seen at least three flying swords slashing at it, leaving no trace except for a few sparks. Instead, it almost hurt someone. Everyone, including Zuo Mo, was startled, and Wei Sheng, Xie Shan and others quickly stepped forward to support him.

As soon as the evil corpse failed to attack, he immediately retreated and pressed his right hand on the skull on his waist. A pair of eyes flashed red and were firmly locked on Wei Sheng. It also seemed to know that Wei Sheng was the greatest threat to it, but when its eyes fell on the broken sword in Wei Sheng's hand, the red light in its eyes surged, and the evil mist surged around it.

Zuo Mo was secretly frightened by the power of the evil corpse, and he quickly asked Pu Yao: "What is the evil corpse?"

"The corpse is not easy to rot in a place with strong evil spirit. If the evil spirit enters the corpse, it will become an evil corpse. You have to be careful, this evil corpse is not simple." Pu Yao said solemnly: "along the way, let alone the corpse, it is the bones , have all been turned into fly ashes. It takes time to form Xuansha Qi, at least hundreds of years. This corpse can survive hundreds of years without decaying, either with the help of treasures or because it is weird. "

baby?

Zuo Mo's eyes immediately drifted to the skull on the corpse's waist. Could this skull be a treasure? Seeing the hair on the corpse's body that looked like a talisman array, he felt that Pu Yao's other guess was also possible.

Wei Sheng, who was confronting the evil corpse, looked solemn. The evil corpse in front of him put unprecedented pressure on him. Since entering the realm of Golden Core, his strength has skyrocketed. This surge is not just about cultivation, but an all-round surge including sword intent and will. This resulted in him having to spend a lot of time in a stable state. With the increase in strength, the oppression of those evil soul beasts that were originally fierce in his eyes was immediately greatly reduced.

But this evil corpse in front of me...

Wei Sheng didn't even feel a trace of its breath. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would have been like there was nothing where the evil corpse was standing. This made him very awe-inspiring. Only fifth-grade spiritual beasts could do this. Fifth-grade spiritual beasts can generate virtual masks to hide their own aura.

This evil corpse is not a spiritual beast, not even a monster, but it is definitely above the fifth level!

Only cultivators at the Golden Core stage or above can contend with evil creatures above the fifth level. Zuo Mo had killed a blood-horned python before, but that blood-horned python was forced to form, and it was only slightly related to the fifth grade.

The evil corpse in front of me is by no means an ordinary fifth-level evil creature, it may even reach the sixth level. In the world, in addition to cultivators and monsters, there are countless other creatures, and the types are even more diverse. For these creatures, their strength is divided into levels.

The fifth-grade virtual shield, the sixth-grade virtual world, the seventh-grade virtual source, the eighth-grade virtual god, the ninth-grade and tenth-grade existences are almost impossible to resist by human beings and are close to immortal existence.

Each grade is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower. Taking the fifth level as an example, the lower level can barely touch the edge of the virtual shield, and the virtual shield formed is also extremely unstable. As for the fifth-grade intermediate level, the virtual shield formed has been basically perfected and has begun to derive new changes. At the lower level of the fifth level, the virtual mask is close to perfection, and all its changes are understood.

"Fifth-grade mid-level..." Yi Zheng exclaimed, his face turning pale. Yi Zheng, who was born in a famous sect, had much better knowledge than Zuo Mo and these old fools. He recognized the power of the corpse at a glance.

When he opened his mouth,

Everyone was shocked immediately. You know, in all major cultivator circles, what kind of spiritual beasts and evil creatures have been almost completely known for a long time. Not to mention the mid-level fifth-grade evil objects, but the fourth-grade evil objects, which are already quite rare. Even Yi Zheng, who was born in the Great Buddha Temple, was almost frightened. A large sect like the Great Buddha Temple naturally has many spiritual beasts. Not to mention fifth-grade, even sixth-grade spiritual beasts are raised in the temple. But the fifth and sixth grade spirit beasts raised in the temple were like harmless babies in front of this evil corpse that had been formed over tens of thousands of years.

Just one glance at the evil corpse sent a bone-chilling chill to Yi Zheng's heart.

Wei Sheng's expression remained unchanged, he didn't even blink, and the broken sword in his hand didn't move at all.

The evil corpse glared at Wei Sheng, bared his teeth in a fierce expression, and kept pressing his right hand on the skull on his waist.

The cultivators around Wei Sheng quickly retreated, but Xie Shan, Zong Ru, and Shu Long advanced instead of retreating, faintly surrounding the evil corpse.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense and tense.

Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted urgently: "Xie Shan, Zong Ru, and Shu Long, please stay in other directions, be careful of other dangerous things!"

The three of them were shocked and retreated as fast as lightning, but they were still a step too late.

"ah!"

"Be careful! Enemy attack!"

Confused exclamations came from behind, and for a moment, everyone's expressions changed drastically, including Zuo Mo's! Make a sound in the east and attack in the west! This evil corpse can actually play tricks in the east and attack the west!

At this moment, the evil corpse who was confronting Wei Sheng flashed red in his eyes, and his figure suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

clang!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing can be heard throughout the camp!

Wei Sheng raised the broken sword and held a claw firmly! At some point, sharp white bone claws sprouted from the corpse's fingers!

Dang, Dang, Dang!

The dense impact sound was like raindrops, and some unprepared cultivators had a buzzing in their ears. Sha Zhi and Wei Sheng turned into two phantoms and chased each other in the air. No one could lock their figures at all.

The bone claws of the evil corpse intersected with Wei Sheng's broken sword, but they didn't lose at all!

At this moment, Zuo Mo's expression changed slightly, Damn it!

There was more than one vicious creature attacking them from now on! Glancing at Wei Sheng who was fighting fiercely with the evil corpse, Zuo Mo gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed behind.

He firmly believes that with the strength of the senior brother, even if he cannot defeat the evil corpse, he will definitely be able to delay the opponent! If the sneak attack behind is also a fifth-grade creature, it will undoubtedly be a disaster for others. Except for the few who formed the elixir, everyone else was in the pulse condensation stage. Pulse condensation stage cultivators are as fragile as cabbage in front of fifth-grade monsters.

This cannot be changed by quantity. The strength gap between the two sides is really too big!

As long as a fifth-level monster breaks in, there will definitely be a river of blood. When he thought of this, Zuo Mo immediately turned red. This team is his subordinates in name, but in his heart, they are partners who can trust him in life and death.

One, two...five...six!

damn it! There are actually six!

These damn things!

Zuo Mo suddenly looked up to the sky and roared in mid-air. The violent roar spread like thunder on the ground!

The golden and fiery flame armor quickly wrapped Zuo Mo at a speed visible to the naked eye. The translucent golden wings, as thin as cicada wings, quietly formed on his back, as if there was an invisible pen, quietly outlining.

hiss!

Zuo Mo disappeared in mid-air.

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A huge shadow enveloped Awen, and in the mist, it seemed like a hill was moving towards him. The ground rumbled, pebbles beating desperately.

Awen held his black spear tightly, but his young face was as expressionless as the most experienced hunter's. Awen survived the duel. Although he was young, he had experienced hundreds of battles and had truly climbed out of the dead.

However, this unknown monster oppressed him so much that he could hardly breathe!

Although he hasn't made a move yet, Awen knows very well that this feeling will only occur if the enemy's strength is much greater than his. However, he did not retreat. This big guy had already injured several brothers.

Shulong is not here, and he is the strongest in the entire Kuwei camp. If he dodges at this time and others face this big guy, it will really be a dead end.

what to do?

His mind was spinning so fast, how could he use speed to slow down this big guy?

At this moment, the huge shadow in the evil mist finally revealed its true face, and Awen's pupils suddenly shrank!

An ugly sand puppet, with a body like a hill, at least twenty feet. In front of it, Awen was like an ant. It looks very slow, but every step goes a long way. Countless small streams of sand swirl around it like mist.

How ugly!

Awen curled his lips, knowing that his plan to use the slow speed to slow down the opponent failed.

but……

A cold light suddenly flashed in Awen's eyes, and he suddenly raised the black spear in his hand.

"Kuwei!"

Awen's roar quickly calmed down the originally turbulent guard camp. After all, they were well-trained, and after experiencing the initial panic, they quickly integrated the team. When they saw the youngest Awen standing in front of them, these tough men felt a surge of blood, their necks turned red, and veins popped out.

Without any orders, they quickly formed the Wu Sha Demon Killing Formation as usual!

Awen raised the black spear and pressed it down. He held the spear in both hands, but the tip of the spear was raised, pointing directly at the huge sand puppet that was rumbling towards him.

All the Kuwei immediately understood what Awen meant!

These heroes felt guilty because of their panic just now, and now they activated the formation like crazy.

In an instant, countless evil mists poured into the formation crazily like sea water pouring in. After inhaling the evil mist of the Wu Sha Demon Killing Formation, only small wisps of extremely dark black mist were left.

The fine black mist gathered in one direction like swimming fish.

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