Can't be killed by a sword?

The crowd was confused, as if they were listening to myths: Is there really a person in the world who has cultivated so profoundly?

Wrong.

Although the Netherworld Sect has been stationed in Gansu for a long time and rarely operates in the outside world, it is impossible for only a disciple of the Netherworld Sect to be so powerful, right? If it is only an ordinary disciple who is so powerful, then the head of the Netherworld Sect still has it? I am afraid that he has already been able to feather and ascend to immortality, why are there not many rumors in the rivers and lakes?

He had a fight with the Netherworld Sect's real sword and real gun, and even the Netherworld Sect elder Mo Tianqing was defeated in his own hands, Zhou Chen was extremely unbelievable that there was such a profound cultivator among the Netherworld Sect's disciples, this matter was too strange. I can't help but think of what I just experienced in Dead Lake, is it ......

Thinking of this, a solemnity appeared on Zhou Chen's face.

If the enemy on the opposite side is a real person, then Zhou Chen is not afraid, but what if he is not a human being? Zhou Chen didn't dare to think about the strangeness of this place, if he was not afraid of it, it would be too fake, Zhou Chen is also a person, as long as he is a human being, he will have fear, turned his head to Zhang Ziling and asked: "Brother Zhang, if you drink the water of the dead lake and your soul is sucked away by the evil spirits at the bottom of the lake, can the corpse leave the lake?"

"No, absolutely not, the water of the Dead Lake is a remnant of the Lethe River, which can completely make the living beings forget their past lives, and the soul is unstable, so it is sucked away by the evil spirits and becomes the slaves of the evil spirits. The evil spirit was sealed at the bottom of the lake, and it could only rely on the influence of divine consciousness, and the creatures whose souls were extracted from it could not leave the lake, otherwise you and I would have died just now. Zhang Ziling said sharply.

After speaking, Zhang Ziling noticed that he had inadvertently said something and looked at Zhou Chen, only to see Zhou Chen also turn his head to stare at him, Zhang Ziling smiled awkwardly.

Zhou Chen naturally sensed that something was wrong with what Zhang Ziling said, he actually said that the evil spirit under the dead lake was sealed, and a few people only drank a sip of the lake water, and their souls were sucked away by the evil spirit; one can imagine how powerful that evil spirit was, and who had such cultivation to seal him here? Why did you seal him here?

Who is this Zhang Ziling?

Why do you know so much?

Now is not the time to break the relationship, the other party doesn't say it, Zhou Chen doesn't pursue it, pretends not to pay attention, then turns his head around, and continues: "Since it's not the evil spirit of the Dead Lake, let's go and take a look." ”

"I'm going to go to you, so I'm not going!"

"I'm not going either, it's horrible. ”

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Listening to Zhou Chen's conversation with Zhang Ziling, a few people immediately linked those invulnerable Netherworld Sect disciples with the Dead Lake, the experience of the Dead Lake hit them too hard, and one person almost lost his mind, screaming that he didn't want to check.

"In that case, if you don't want to go, stay here!"

This place is full of dangers, and bizarre things are happening one after another, and now that the Netherworld Sect disciples are invulnerable, Zhou Chen is sure that the Netherworld disciples must have encountered a bizarre incident similar to the Death Lake, and they must investigate what is going on, otherwise they really don't even know how they died.

Originally, this team was unintentionally put together, there were not many people, after a battle with the Origin God Cult, the Dead Lake was killed, and the disciples of the Netherworld Sect were killed, there were only a dozen people left; now there are a few people who are unwilling to go, and this time there are only nine people who go with Zhou Chen, Zhang Ziling, and Feng Huang.

Among the six people, there are three disciples of Fengwenguan, and one of the other three is from Cangzhou, Hebei Province, who practices Bajiquan and has a very strong physique, with a height of 1.9 meters, and is named Zhu Chong; the other person has no sect, and he has practiced a butterfly knife in one hand, and his name is Shen Lang; the last person is Zeng Putuo Temple to be practiced, and he is a lay disciple of Putuo Temple, and he has a flexible stick on his body, named Wang Qiang.

A group of nine people, led by the disciple of the Fengwen Pavilion, walked towards the place where they had just fought.

"Miss, it's just thirty meters ahead, be careful, I don't know if the Netherworld Sect disciple has left. Approaching the place, the man reminded softly.

A few of them nodded, slowing their steps and approaching lightly towards the place where the man was pointing. This mountain is densely wooded, it is easy to hide, Zhou Chen and a few people quietly approached, hidden behind a luxuriant tree, poked their heads out to look, suddenly, all the people who poked their heads out to look were shocked by the scene they saw, and quickly withdrew their eyes, their faces were pale with fright, and their frightened mood could not be calmed down for a long time, the scene was simply too bloody, too terrifying, too disgusting.

"What's the situation? I'll see. ”

Feng Huang said, and he was about to poke his head out to look, but before his head could be stretched out, he was pulled by Zhou Chen and said, "You'd better not look at it." ”

"Cut...... This girl has never experienced any winds and waves, and what can scare this girl. ”

Feng Huang muttered unhappily, pushed Zhou Chen's hand away, stretched out his head and looked out, suddenly, his little face turned pale with fright, and his eyes looked at him in horror, only to see several Netherworld Sect disciples covered in blood squatting on the ground, chewing things in their mouths, full of blood, and lying on the ground were corpses that had already been blurred by the flesh and blood of the corpses, and those Netherworld Sect disciples gnawed ...... It turned out to be a human corpse, and it was eaten with relish, and it seemed to be the best food in the world.

"Vomit ......"

Looking at such a disgusting scene, Feng Huang couldn't hold back any longer, retched, and hurriedly ran to the side, squatting on the ground and vomiting continuously.

Several Netherworld Sect disciples seemed to have a very sensitive sense of hearing, and at the moment when Feng Huang made a sound, they noticed that the few people who were "enjoying the delicious food" looked towards the place where Zhou Chen and the others were staying, and immediately threw down the stump and broken arm in their hands, wiped their bloody mouths, and their bodies jumped suddenly, jumping out of four or five meters away, and pounced on Zhou Chen and the others.

"Not good, it was discovered. ”

He had been staring at the disgusting scene, noticing that the Netherworld Sect disciple was aware of it, and Zhou Chen immediately reminded him and quickly withdrew from the hiding place. Hearing the reminder, several other people also quickly retreated, and immediately retreated to Feng Huang, who was vomiting.

A moment later, the disciples of the Netherworld Sect, who were covered in blood and looked extremely hideous and terrifying, rushed over, stared at everyone, and licked the corners of their bloodstained mouths, as if they had seen food.

"They...... They don't seem to be human anymore. Looking at the few people standing opposite, a Fengwen Pavilion disciple muttered in a low voice.

"It's really not, they've become puppets, it's soul draining and corpse control. Zhang Ziling's face was solemn and he explained slowly.

"What do you mean? What is Soul Draining?"

Several people were puzzled, and Qi Qi glanced at Zhang Ziling, asking expectantly.

"It seems that there is not only the Dead Lake Shadow here, but also the Burial Soul Forest. Zhang Ziling's face became more and more solemn, and his tone revealed a deep uneasiness, and said.

A few people listened to the clouds and fog, and they didn't know what the Soul Burial Forest was, but now it seemed that it should be more terrifying than the Dead Lake Yin Soul, Zhou Chen opened his mouth and asked, "What is the Soul Burial Forest?"