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"The Forest of Souls, as the name suggests, is the place where souls are buried. It is rumored that the Soul Burial Forest is so foggy that the living beings will get lost in it and will not be able to get out, and even the old horse can only be trapped in it. It's a strange place, and even the best guide equipment is useless. Of course, this is not the terrible thing about the Soul Forest, the most terrifying thing is the fog miasma in the Soul Forest.

It is rumored that the Soul Burial Forest is connected to the eighteenth layer of hell in the Netherworld, and the eighteenth layer of hell specializes in dealing with some people who have been evil for several lifetimes and have no repentance; Hades burned his soul and made it disappear completely, after which the dissipated soul formed the mist miasma of the Soul Forest. Although the soul dissipated, these people were all wicked people of several generations, and they gathered together, and their resentment was extremely strong. Therefore, the soul of the person who entered the Soul Burial Forest was directly devoured and became a walking corpse, and the body was extremely powerful after the influence of resentment, which was really invulnerable. Staring at the several Netherworld Sect disciples in front of him who were not like people and ghosts, Zhang Ziling said with a solemn expression.

Oh, my God!

The mist miasma of the Soul Burial Forest was actually formed by the dissipated souls of several generations of wicked people.

A few people were frightened and turned white, how can they fight this? Looking at the "Netherworld Sect disciples" approaching step by step, his heart was completely devoid of fighting spirit, his legs were weak, and he sat on the ground with his buttocks, waiting for death with fear on his face.

"Hurry up. They are no longer human, they don't have thoughts, and even if they beg for mercy, it's in vain. Do you want to be eaten by them like those people? Seeing the two Fengwen Pavilion disciples and Shen Lang sitting on the ground with frightened faces, Zhou Chen yelled angrily.

Right.

begging for mercy is also a dead end, and it is gnawed away by these walking corpses little by little, and even the corpses can't be saved; Anyway, it's all a death, it's better to fight, Zhang Ziling knows so much, maybe there is a way, the three of them got up from the ground in a panic, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Zhang, do you have any way?" ”

"No, it's the first time I've seen a walking corpse eroded by the Soul Forest."

Zhang Ziling shook his head helplessly, and suddenly, the fighting spirit that had been hard to muster up dissipated again.

"Since that's the case, there's no choice but to fight hard. The master doesn't believe it, even if the misty miasma in the Soul Burial Forest is condensed from the dissipated souls of several generations of wicked people, if the living souls can be sucked away and protected with resentment, is it really invulnerable? Staring at the several "Netherworld Sect disciples" in front of him, Zhou Chen slowly pulled out the dagger from his back and said coldly.

"That's right, this girl doesn't believe it, this girl has been disgusting for so long, she has to smash these stinky corpses." After vomiting for a long time, and finally no longer feeling nauseous, Feng Huang's miserable little face was filled with thick anger, and he took out the phantom sound magic bell from his body, and roared angrily.

"I said I wouldn't let you see it, who are you to blame." Zhou Chen smiled and didn't forget to quip.

"If you want to take care of it, this girl is willing." Feng Huang glared at Zhou Chen fiercely, and said angrily: "Come on!" Don't grind. ”

"Okay."

Zhou Chen replied, and the figure quickly rushed towards a "Netherworld Sect disciple", only to see that the "Netherworld Sect disciple" had no fear, and rushed towards Zhou Chen at an extremely fast speed; Several other "Nether Sect disciples" also moved, and they each struck at the others. Feng Huang let out a low snort, chanted a spell, and shook the phantom sound magic bell in his hand, making a sound of "bell bell", but several "Netherworld Sect disciples" were not affected in any way, and quickly reached out and grabbed Feng Huang's neck.

Feng Huang's face was shocked, and he wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

At this moment, Feng Huang suddenly felt that he was being pulled from behind, and the whole person retreated, and the claws of the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" caught the air, and Feng Huang escaped. Turning his head to look, he saw that it was actually a disciple of the Fengwen Pavilion who saved him, who held a short sword and stabbed at the abdomen of the attacking "Netherworld Sect disciple".

"Bang"

A sword pierced in, directly piercing the abdomen of the "Netherworld Sect disciple", and the Fengwen Pavilion disciple's face was happy, where is this invulnerability? But I haven't had time to rejoice; Seeing that the "Netherworld Sect disciple" who was pierced through the abdomen didn't seem to have any pain, any effect, his hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed the man's shoulders, opened his bloody mouth and bit down on the back of the opponent's neck; All this came so suddenly, and the disciples of the Fengwen Pavilion didn't notice it.

"Ah......h

The neck was suddenly bitten, and the disciples of the Fengwen Pavilion let out hysterical screams.

Seeing this scene, Feng Huangqiao's face turned pale, if it weren't for the disciples of the sect to rescue, I am afraid that he would be the one who was bitten. Feng Huang's pretty face was filled with a thick killing intent, holding the Phantom Sound Magic Bell, jumping up and shaking, the Phantom Sound Magic Bell made the sound of "Ring Bell Bell", but the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" who was gnawing at the disciples of Feng Wenguan did not react in the slightest, Feng Huang's face was full of surprise, how could it be? Why doesn't the Phantom Bell work?

"The Phantom Sound Magic Bell attacks the viscera souls, and the souls of these people have been absorbed, and the Phantom Sound Magic Bell can't attack their souls at all." Zhang Ziling was holding a paper fan in his hand, and was trying his best to fight with one of the "Netherworld Sect disciples", glanced at Feng Huang, and hurriedly reminded.

I see.

After being reminded, Feng Huang suddenly realized that these people had lost their souls and completely became walking corpses, and the Phantom Sound Magic Bell naturally lost the effect of the attack.

Looking at the disciple of his own sect who was constantly gnawed away by the "Netherworld Sect disciple" in order to save himself, Feng Huang's face was full of worry, his body jumped away, and he quickly stretched out his palm and blasted towards the head of the "Netherworld Sect disciple".

"Bang"

With a strong palm, the "Netherworld Sect disciple" who was gnawing at the disciples of the Feng Wen Pavilion was directly blasted out by the Feng Huang and fell several meters away. Feng Huang hugged the dying sect disciple and said with concern: "It's okay, it's going to be okay, I will definitely save you." ”

"Thank you...... Thank you, Miss, ...... Walk, they ...... That's amazing, let's ...... We're not rivals. ”

The major artery in the neck of the Fengwen Pavilion disciple had been bitten through, and the blood was constantly gushing out, and there was no way to live; Unexpectedly, the other party was dying, and he didn't forget to let himself escape, the tears in Feng Huang's eyes kept rolling, and the tears covered his vision, the Feng Wenguan disciple swallowed his breath at this moment, Feng Huang's pretty face was filled with a thick killing intent, and he slowly grabbed the short sword in the other party's hand, and roared loudly: "I'm going to slaughter you beasts." ”

Although Feng Huang is willful and rude, he likes to do things by temperament, and he doesn't take into account the feelings of others at all; But her heart is not bad, and now she has watched the disciples of her sect die tragically at the hands of the "Netherworld Sect disciples" in order to save herself.

She was utterly furious.

Feng Huang, who was holding a short sword, was magnificent, and the whole person was in a state of rage, constantly waving the short sword in his hand, not stabbing but chopping, constantly slashing towards the "Netherworld Sect disciple", completely like a crazy shrew.

Under Feng Huang's powerful offensive, the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" was forced to retreat again and again, staring at Feng Huang who kept shooting with empty eyes; Suddenly perceiving the other party's loophole, his body took a step forward, and he reached out and grabbed Feng Huang's right wrist.

Grabbing Feng Huang's right wrist, the "Netherworld Sect Disciple" suddenly stepped forward, opened his bloody mouth and bit down on Feng Huang's neck.

The wrist was captured, Feng Huang twitched a few times, but he couldn't pull it out at all, and his face was full of angry expressions; But seeing the other party's bloody mouth constantly approaching his white neck, Feng Huang's frightened pretty face turned pale, and his heart was terrified.