Seeing Daoren Ji looked at the God of Killing in his hand with a fanatical and almost greedy look, Shan Luo was immediately displeased. He snorted coldly and said, "What? Want to eat my sword?"

As soon as this said, Daoren Ji couldn't help but shivered and was stabbed by the extreme life weapon. He couldn't guarantee whether he could survive, so he could only smile angrily.

Shanluo ignored him anymore, and the three of them began to be wary of the surroundings again. A faint horror filled the beach. They always felt like something suddenly jumped out. The frightened Taoist Ji summoned a white-clothed charming ghost and a four-day black-collared ghost.

Looking at the five ghosts at such a close distance, Shan Luo felt uncomfortable, but the five ghosts were even more afraid of him. After all, they had only fought in the morning, and Shan Luo suppressed them with their domineering strength. Although they were ghosts, they were not wood, so they were naturally afraid of them.

The quiet beach is shining with a golden luster in the sun, and the grass beside the beach is green again, which contrasts with each other to form a beautiful picture. But the picture is so beautiful that people can't help but feel that something is wrong with it, as if something is missing. Several vultures in the sky are occasionally swept across the sky, but they seem to be very afraid of the prison bird island and dare not land.

His eyes were constantly scanning the beach, and in the end his eyes remained at the row of wooden houses on the grass. At first glance, there were twelve wooden houses, none of which were big, and they could barely live in a house. These wooden houses seemed to be clustered into a small village, and they were about a hundred meters away from the sea water outside the beach, so they were not worried about the invasion of the high tide at night.

"Bang!"

As if he sensed the gaze of Shanluo, the door of the wooden house in the middle suddenly opened, which shocked the three of them to look away. On the contrary, there was nothing out of the wooden house, and it was extremely dark inside and I couldn't see anything clearly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Since the open wooden door as the starting point, the doors of the wooden houses on both sides opened one after another. The whole scene was extremely strange. Nothing came out of the wooden houses under the nervous expressions of the three of them.

"Are those islanders scaring us?" Ji Daoren's face appeared cold sweat, and he asked in a pretended to be relaxed, obviously he was also scared by the strange scene in front of him.

"Do you believe it yourself?" Shan Luo asked back, his eyes stayed on the wooden houses, holding the right hand of the God of Killing and exerting force even harder, and blue veins crawled all over his palms, looking very ferocious.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Shan Luo snorted coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand quickly raised, and the sword blade of the God of Killing Sword drew a perfect arc from Ji Daoren's head. The next moment, a blood-colored sword energy rushed towards the wooden houses like an arrow. In less than a second, Ji Daoren felt a gust of wind passing by his head. Before he could turn around, he saw a terrifying blood-colored sword energy flying out from his head.

"boom"

The sword energy directly hit the wooden house in the middle. The literary energy exploded, the wooden blocks flew around, and the smoke and dust rose up instantly, with amazing destructive power. When Dao Ren Ji was about to turn around and speak, he jumped into the air with his legs alone, and swung his right hand quickly, allowing Dao Ren Ji and Si's eyes to catch the afterimage. Several half-moon blood-colored sword energy slashed towards the group of wooden houses.

Rumble!

The twelve wooden houses were finally destroyed by Yanluo. Broken wood flew away, and the dust rose nearly eight meters high. Taoist Ji opened his mouth and didn't know what to say for a moment. Silk was also scared by Yanluo's sudden action.

After landing, Shan Luo looked cold, but his eyes did not leave the dust ahead for a moment. Soon, under the gaze of the three, several black shadows began to sway in the rolling dust. The number of black shadows was still increasing. From their increasingly larger figures, they were walking towards the three.

Did it finally appear?

Shan Luo narrowed his eyes, his eyes instantly dyed blood. The dignity of the king cannot be intimidated. These things that had been hiding in the dark finally came out under his coercion.

"Roar!Roar!Roar!"...

A series of low roars came from the dust, the sound was like a wild beast, making people feel panicked. Soon the figures came out of the dust. Their hideous faces were so scared that Si hurriedly covered her mouth, and Taoist Ji's pupils also shrank.

I saw a man with flesh and blood coming out. They were covered in blood and pus flowing on their faces. There were men and women. The skin exposed to the air had corroded. Even white bones could be seen in the flesh and blood, which was terrifying and nauseating.

From their clothes, we can see that they are the residents of Prisoner Island!

Shan Luo frowned and looked at the walking corpse who was walking towards him and others. He couldn't believe that less than two hours had passed, these islanders had become so irrelevant.

Why is this?

"Demonic energy erodes..."

Daoren Ji looked at the walking corpse in front of him and murmured, but his words attracted Shanluo's attention. Could it be that these islanders became so miserable because of their demonic energy?

"What's going on?"

Shan Luo came to Ji Daoren and asked in a deep voice. For some reason, he always felt that the feeling of being spying on others was still there, and that sense of danger did not come from these walking corpses.

"Someone gave these islanders something contaminated with demonic energy, which caused the islanders to be unable to withstand the burden of demonic energy and mental interference, and eventually turned into demonic corpses." Ji Daoren said with an embarrassing expression. There was only one demon on the Prisoner Island, that is, the suppressed Coffin Demon King. Needless to think about it, these islanders must have been invaded by the Coffin Demon King's demon energy.

But who did it?

It is obvious that only I know the existence of the Coffin Demon King, and there are no other outsiders on the island except for the two of them alone. Who will it be?

The more he thought about it, the ugly his face became. He felt as if he was being tricked. Someone actually approached the Coffin Demon King without his own notice, and his purpose must be impure.

"So are these islanders still saved?"

Si, who was standing beside him, suddenly asked, although the islanders were pedantic, they were still kind by nature and just didn't want to be disturbed by outsiders.

"They are dead. Now they only have the original physical instincts left, and they have at least gained the strength of writing. Although they act slowly, once they start attacking, it will be a nightmare!" Ji Daoren shook his head and said, but his words changed Shan Luo and Si's face.

These demon corpses actually have the strength to transform into words. At one glance, there were at least a hundred demon corpses, which were equivalent to one hundred powerful men who were not afraid of pain and were left with primitive nature.

"Then slaughter them!"

Shan Luo lifted the God of Killing in his hand and said, pointing directly at the hundreds of demon corpses that were walking towards them, while Taoist Ji gritted his teeth and nodded.
Chapter completed!