"Is this a question? We are worried about it, of course we are much tired."

"Isn't that all? For an assassin, the most important thing is patience."

Xiao Yan glanced at Jing Wuchen and walked forward.

"Then we can't do anything to him?"

"There is no way. Let's waste it, and see who can hold on until the end."

......

The three of them walked through the mountain road, and Xiao Yan quickly calmed down, but Jing Wuchen became more and more angry as he thought about it. He kept kicking the small rocks on the mountain road, venting his unhappiness.

"We had a bloody battle here before we arrived, and the intensity was beyond our imagination."

Xiao Yan stopped, looked at the corpses piled up in front of him, and opened his mouth to pull Jing Wuchen's attention back.

As I saw the eyes, corpses were all over the ground, and the remaining limbs were falling, piled up layer by layer, with almost no place to settle down.

"It seems that the inner circumference is not far ahead, let's speed up." Jing Wuchen suggested, "Anyway, your strength is definitely known to the Soul Shadow, and you shouldn't launch a sneak attack easily."

Xiao Yan nodded, thinking that he would soon enter the legendary illusion of magical land full of monsters and strange flowers and plants everywhere, and a trace of heat flashed through his heart.

The three of them immediately exerted their speed with all their might and rushed forward like the wind.

At this moment, the mountain wind suddenly rose, sweeping up from the valley with sand and stones, raising sharp sorrows, blowing the clothes of dead bodies on the ground, and making the dust on the mountain roads fly, as if playing a compassionate tune for Doudi, who came in with all kinds of dreams but died here.

This scene is bound to make people feel moved. Xiao Yan's mind swayed slightly, but his body did not stop. He only looked back and glanced at the dead bodies behind him, and then continued to move forward.

At this time, Xiao Yan's feet were a long-dead demon fighting emperor, with a scar on his neck that was too ordinary to be more ordinary. But just as Xiao Yan's footsteps crossed the body of the demon fighting emperor, the demon fighting emperor suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were empty and lifeless, but as the black mist emitted from the scars on his neck suddenly became rich, the Demon Emperor gathered his five fingers together, held the black light dagger in his palm tightly, and stabbed Xiao Yan's back!

This thorn was extremely strange. No one wanted to find that there was a killing move buried in the sea of ​​blood!

Except for Hun Yingjue, who can block the soul power to detect, no one's sneak attack is possible under the cover of Xiao Yan's soul power. However, this Doudi has clearly died for a long time and is a member of the demon clan, so it is absolutely impossible for Hun Yingjue to be Hun Yingjue.

It is precisely because it is a dead corpse that Xiao Yan's soul power cannot be detected!

The sound of the wind covered the sound of breaking the wind brought by the dagger, and Xiao Yan was slightly sad again. He was in negligence and saw that the dagger was about to pierce Xiao Yan's back!

At the critical moment, Xiao Yan looked back and glanced and caught the faint light behind him from the corner of his eyes.

A sense of crisis suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, and Xiao Yan's pores suddenly shrank, and he was about to react.

Unfortunately, it was still half a step late. At such a close distance, Xiao Yan didn't have time to make any effective avoidance.

At the same time, in the shadow of a cliff in the distance, a cold figure in a black robe quickly condensed, a grim smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and the dagger stabbed Xiao Yan firmly in the grim smile of the black shadow...

"Xiao Yan, Xiao Yan, this time you will still die!"

But the grim smile of the cold figure immediately solidified into the sound of metal collision.

In the unexpected gaze of the cold figure, Xiao Yan's back slowly spread out, and the dagger stabbed the bone wings, leaving only a faint white mark on the bone wings!

Xiao Yan staggered slightly under the impact of the dagger assassination and suddenly looked back, and the murderous intent in his dark pupils suddenly surged.

The angry flames burned in Xiao Yan's heart. He suddenly condensed his fighting energy under his legs and instantly kicked three times, kicking the body of the Demon Clan Doudi to pieces.

It was not until this time that Jing Wuchen and Long Yi realized something was wrong, and their shocked eyes were frozen on the remaining limbs of the demon emperor holding the dagger.

The remaining limbs were broken, no blood flowed out, only the scattered black silk floated in the air.

This is definitely a person who has been dead for a long time. It is impossible to revive the soul and attack. The only explanation is that he is controlled by someone who can control the secret method of corpses. Xiao Yan's heart was shaking, his eyes flashed around the mountain road, and he fell on the cold figure in the distance.

The cold figure faced Xiao Yan's gaze and raised his right hand slightly. A beam of black light shot out from his sleeve like lightning, making a harsh whistling sound, directly attacking Xiao Yan!

As soon as the black light was separated, the cold figure's steps stepped heavily on the cliff rocks, and the body ejected backwards, jumping rapidly against the hanging wall of the valley.

"It's you bastard again!"

From the familiar arrow that was faintly revealed in the black light, Xiao Yan recognized the cold figure as the Soul Yingjue at a glance. Unfortunately, the power of the black poisonous arrow made Xiao Yan unable to defend himself.

Xiao Yan quickly twisted his body to dodge, and the black poisonous arrow shot through a few centimeters from Xiao Yan's cheek.

Avoiding Hun Yingjue's sneak attack, Xiao Yan's fighting spirit suddenly condensed, his body quickly flew out, and he chased frantically in the direction of the black poisonous arrow shooting out.

However, just in the moment of dodging just now, the cold figure had already mixed in the shadow of the bloody moon and disappeared.

"Oh shit!"

Looking at the empty surroundings, Xiao Yan was furious.

Xiao Yan had never encountered this feeling of being played with in the palm of his hand. Xiao Yan felt more and more angry. His fierce murderous intent was waving around him, and countless waves of angry waves were rolling up in his eyes.

"Damn! Is it that boy Hun Yingjue again?"

Jing Wuchen and Long Yi also followed.

Xiao Yan nodded, his gloomy expression covered his pretty face.

"I'm really lingering, it's more weird and vicious than once!"

Jing Wuchen remembered the thrilling scene just now, and cold sweat broke out on his back. If Hun Yingjue's target was himself, he believed that he was already a dead body now, and there was no suspense.

Long Yi's little face immediately turned cold, and a loud shout rang out on the mountain road like thunder: "Huangyingjue, you turtle shrank, if you have a genital, you get out for me, I will kill you with one shot!"

Long Yi's angry shout fluctuated in the valley with the increase of the power of lightning, causing dust to fly in the valley.

In the shadow under a rock a little further away from the mountain road, Hun Yingjue heard that he was scolded by a obviously young child by name. His face couldn't help but twitched a few times before gradually calming down. However, a small stone pinched in his palm had broken into dust.

"Long Yi, that soul shadow can't be cursed." Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around and felt extremely complicated. He turned to ask Jing Wuchen, "Wuchen, have you ever heard of the fighting skills of controlling dead bodies?"

Jing Wuchen's face froze for a moment, then quickly searched his mind for what he saw and heard. After a while, he nodded slowly, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I have heard of it, but I thought it was an alarmist at that time, but I didn't expect that there was such a fighting skill in the world."

"Speak and listen."

Xiao Yan and Long Yi's faces changed slightly, and they stared at Jing Wuchen.

"When I was traveling around, I heard an elderly Doudi say such a fighting technique." Jing Wuchen fell into his memory and his breathing was a little rapid. "Practicing this fighting technique requires the cooperation of martial arts and fighting skills. After practicing, he releases all the blood from the corpse, and then injects the corpse qi into the corpse, allowing the corpse qi to replace the blood, and then seals the seven orifices of the corpse, so that the corpse can be controlled from a distance to send a blow."

Jing Wuchen's pupils shrank slightly and continued, "Because the dead corpses have no life fluctuations, it is especially effective to attack on the battlefield where corpses are everywhere, because no one will pay attention to a corpse."

"So, in the future, in addition to being careful of the soul and shadow, we also have to pay attention to the corpses everywhere?" Xiao Yan twitched his mouth and asked Jing Wuchen in distress.

"It seems that's true now." Jing Wuchen replied numbly.

"Hmph, in the future, whenever we see the corpse, we will destroy it. We will not give the soul shadow a chance."

Long Yi snorted coldly, and the power of lightning was emitted. The sharp wind-breaking energy of the spear tip shook out, like countless blue lightning, the nearby corpses burned. Suddenly, the disgusting smell of corpses spread throughout the mountain road.

"No need to be so troublesome." Jing Wuchen remembered the thick black mist on the body of the Demon Clan Doudi's corpse that was smashed by Xiao Yan. "I remember the elderly Doudi said that any corpse controlled by this kind of martial arts is surrounded by black air at the seven orifices and wounds. We only need to pay attention to this abnormality."

"Well, this method is good! It seems that Bowen Duoji is also a very good skill."

A lot of worries in his heart were removed. Xiao Yan lightened his chest slightly and patted Jing Wuchen's shoulder and praised.

"Haha, I'm a little flattered to be able to get your praise from Brother Xiao!"

Jing Wuchen grabbed his hair full of dandruff and became a little fluttering.

"If you give some sunshine, you will be brilliant. If you give you some rain, you will not be flooded?"

Long Yi couldn't stand Jing Wuchen's sternness and spoke up to attack Jing Wuchen.

Jing Wuchen was about to fight back against Long Yi, but Xiao Yan raised his hand to stop him: "Okay, stop making trouble. This place is too empty and the target is too obvious, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time. We must hurry to the inner circumference as soon as possible to see if we can use the advantages of the terrain to attract Soul Yingjue, otherwise, the threat of Soul Yingjue is too great."

Jing Wuchen and Long Yi both nodded silently. The fighting spirit of the three of them quickly condensed, and circles of wind whirlpools formed under their feet, lifting the three of them into lightning and sweeping towards the front of the mountain road.

With Jing Wuchen's reminder, the corpses piled up on the mountain road were tilted and had no shape under the sharp eyes of Xiao Yan and the other two, and could no longer provide the opportunity for Hun Yingjue to assassinate. The three of them used their speed to the limit, and soon turned the last bend of the mountain road and saw the end of the mountain road.

"I really didn't expect this to be the end of the periphery."

Xiao Yan stopped and looked ahead, with a hint of surprise flashing through his eyes.

As I saw that the end of the mountain road was suddenly cut off, and there was no way to go. There was a thick green under the road, and the fog was constantly churning, and I couldn't see what was specifically below.

The fog surging. Under the light of the blood moon, there was a layer of translucent ripples shrouding under the entire mountain road, which should be the shield of the inner circle.

"I didn't expect there was a barrier between the inner and outer periphery of this illusion. It was such a magical place." Jing Wuchen poked his head out and looked down for a while. His face became a little ugly, "How can we go down?"

"Jump, what else can I do!"

Long Yi had an amazing defense, not afraid of the world, and proposed a suggestion to make Jing Wuchen sweat coldly.

"Long Yi, don't be reckless!" Xiao Yan stroked Long Yi's head and said, "It's better to be careful in an unknown place."

As he said that, Xiao Yan picked up the spear of a dead Doudi next to him and threw it down.

The body of the long spear is made of metal, with a faint luster. The tip of the spear is constantly surrounded by several light green energy wind blades. You can tell at a glance that it is absolutely extraordinary. With the blessing of Xiao Yan's fighting spirit, the wind blade around the tip of the spear quickly turned into a green vortex and roared away.

But even such a powerful spear, after cutting through the sky and piercing into the shield under the mountain road, the gun body was hard to move forward.

The translucent ripples trembled gently, causing the gun body to break inch by Xiao Yan and the other two's surprised gaze. The fragments fell on the ripples and were shaken into dust and hidden in the shield, and they no longer existed.

"Damn, even this good weapon can't resist it for a few seconds and then it will be broken! Fortunately, I didn't listen to the little kid's words, otherwise my lifelong reputation would have been buried here!"

Jing Wuchen patted his chest fearfully, and a hint of gratitude flashed across his face.

"Tsk! You've become famous for your lifetime. Have you ever been famous?" Long Yi curled his lips at Jing Wuchen and turned to Xiao Yan, "What should we do?"

"We should have come very late. The people in front of us didn't know how to go, so we must have already entered." Xiao Yan's eyes fell on the ripples that appeared from time to time below. "Since they can all enter, the threshold for the entrance to the inner enclosure must not be too high. We just haven't found the trick yet."

"It makes sense." After being hit by Long Yi, Jing Wuchen was a little worried. He was eager to show it in front of Long Yi, and said without hesitation, "It is obvious that the way to enter is not in the clouds below, near the mountain road where we are standing."

"There is absolutely no third possibility!" Jing Wuchen added in a more emphasis and looked at Long Yi's expression with a little smug look.

But as soon as the words fell, Long Yi and Xiao Yan were both staring at Jing Wuchen, and it looked like they were looking at a big idiot.

What else can this be said by an idiot? Standing at the end of the mountain road, there is the inner enclosure below. Where can I be left if the entrance is not in these two places? Is this still necessary to analyze?

Feeling the naked contempt in their eyes, Jing Wuchen realized that what he said just now had not passed through his brain, his face turned blue and white, thinking that this time he was embarrassed and home.

Just as Jing Wuchen was embarrassed, the sound of clothes breaking through the wind sounded at the turn of the mountain road behind the three of them, and it was obvious that someone was rushing over.
Chapter completed!