Yu Shangrong landed on the branch, restrained his breath, held the sword of immortality, and closed his eyes.

According to his current idea, as long as he is not provoking himself, he will ignore everything else.

The purpose of his trip was to guard the quagmire and spend the forty-nine days safely and safely.

...

Soon, the long dragon-like practitioners flew to the vicinity of the quagmire.

Stopped.

Yu Shangrong felt strange, and opened his eyes slightly, and saw the group of practitioners through the dense leaves.

These practitioners looked extremely strange under the moonlight. They all wore purple cloaks and even wrapped their heads, unable to see clearly their faces, and were gloomy overall.

Especially when floating and placing in a long queue, it looks extremely cunning.

"The front is the place where the bones are buried... According to the plan, we need to manipulate all the dead skeletons."

"For hundreds of years, many dead people have accumulated in the burial place... Most of the dead in nearby cities will be thrown here and buried with high-quality rituals."

One of the practitioners flew forward, swept through the mud, looked at the place where the bones were buried, and said loudly:

"The great ancestors, they deserve our respect...their souls and wills will be passed down after death."

Several practitioners behind him also flew over.

Their eyes fell on the skeletons in the Boneburial Land.

These skeletons are one of the trump cards left by the Loulan people.

When Yu Shangrong saw this scene, he felt a little relaxed.

Obviously they are doing things for skeletons...

The Bone Burial Land is one of Loulan's trump cards, and the upper class gathered them together in the name of respecting the dead. In fact, they hope that they can still protect Loulan after death. Witchcraft will be the key to manipulating these skeletons.

...

Yu Shangrong withdrew his gaze and ignored it. Instead, he closed his eyes and prepared to go to bed.

At this time, all the purple-robed practitioners flew into the quagmire.

It was arranged in circles around the quagmire.

"Go on."

"Praise."

The purple-robed practitioner in the front pressed his chest with his hands, then closed his palms and dragged them towards the sky.

A faint purple light appeared in the palm of my palm.

A purple light flew towards the bone burial place.

The aperture fell and landed on a skeleton, which moved as if there was life.

"Set up the formation."

Other purple-robed practitioners held up their palms at the same time according to their standing position.

Looking up at the sky!

The hood wrapped around their heads fell down, and their foreheads were all engraved with purple lotus, which lit up one by one when they performed witchcraft.

Buzz...the energy surges.

"Kan... technique... divination... throw... float... wood... taste... Xin..."

He recited a string of spells that he couldn't understand, and floated out along the purple gas, mobilizing the vitality between heaven and earth.

Purple witchcraft circles were generated under your feet.

Snore.

Snore.

The blisters rising in the clear water area in the middle of the mud pool became violent.

All the practitioners in purple robe were confused.

"Beware, there are living people."

As witchcraft practitioners, their perception of the dead is far beyond ordinary people, and the same is true for the living.

They all looked at the area of ​​the pool and looked at each other.

Stop the movements in your hands for a while and focus your eyes on the pool.

"Feel sorry."

A gentle voice came from the nearby jungle.

The practitioners of purple robe were stunned, and quickly looked over and looked up.

Under the moonlight, the sounding practitioner slowly flew out of the jungle and hanged in front. The light fell on his green robe, somewhat lonely. But he also exuded an unpredictable aura on his body.

This is the calmness of wandering among masters all year round and the confidence to survive on the blade.

Yu Shangrong took the lead in speaking:

"If possible, please go to another place to perform witchcraft..."

"Why?" said the witchcraft practitioner who led the lead strangely.

Yu Shangrong raised his head, looked at Yueguang, and said, "Don't you think this place is quiet and peaceful, and it's very suitable for rest?"

"I'm sorry for this friend... we are ordered to do things. We must perform witchcraft here." Another practitioner said.

"The bone burial place is very big, and changing the location will not affect it..." Yu Shangrong smiled gently, "I sincerely hope that everyone will accept my suggestions."

A witchcraft practitioner in the rear disagreed:

"Why don't you change the place? If you want to rest, there are many good places! It's the best place we have selected!"

"So too." Yu Shangrong simply responded to three words.

"Friend, please leave."

Yu Shangrong shook his head gently and sighed calmly: "As you wish, then stay all of them."

When the words fall.

The sword of immortality in his arms swirled out with a blink of an eye.

One transformation two, two transformation four, four transformation eight...

The dense sword aura appeared instantly, condensing a formation in the air.

The fate of the sword demon!

"Not good! Defense!"

Many practitioners quickly raised their hands, and a huge purple barrier emerged from the witchcraft circle.

The fate of the sword demon is like a rainstorm.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The sword energy destroys the witchcraft barrier and defeats it.

The remaining sword aura suddenly passed through the chests of several practitioners...

More than ten people died in a team of witchcraft practitioners with more than fifty people in an instant.

The rest of the people looked shocked and kept using witchcraft.

Yu Shangrong raised his right hand.

The Sword of Eternal Life flew back into his palm, held it tightly, and stepped forward through the air.

"Stop!"

"Kill him!"

Several purple circles condensed and formed, flying towards Yu Shangrong.

Yu Shangrong's body was like lightning, shuttled forward and swung his sword!

Countless sword auras knocked away those purple circles one by one!

Bang bang bang bang!

Several practitioners flew out, and at some point, the sword energy in the air formed and fell straight down, piercing the chests of those practitioners who were knocked away.

Plop!

Plop!

One corpse after another fell.

In a blink of an eye, only more than ten were left of fifty witchcraft practitioners.

The leading practitioner frowned and shouted, "Get back!"
To be continued...