"Have you ever heard of that Yan Beihui?" Ling Tianyun secretly glanced at Ye Yinfeng and asked curiously. "No, Nangong has never told me about this person, if he is really a person from Linglong Valley, it is impossible for Nangong not to tell me, there must be something hidden in this." Ye Yinfeng shook his head and replied very firmly. He was also very puzzled in his heart, why he had never heard Nangong Xianchen mention Yan Beihui.

"That's weird, I didn't expect this guy to be so powerful, and I really kept treating him as an ordinary shopkeeper. By the way, that should not be simple, they are sisters and brothers, have you ever heard of the Linglong Gu Yan family. Ling Tianyun asked suspiciously, touching his chin that had just been shaved clean. There is also a woman in the Yan family named Yan Xuanxuan, who is a good sister of Nangong, but I heard that her whereabouts are mysterious and unpredictable, and she has rarely appeared in Linglong Valley. According to Nangong's description of her appearance, that is definitely not Yan Xuanxuan. Ye Yinfeng thought for a while and replied.

"It seems that the water in Linglong Valley is also very deep, otherwise how could there be a Yan Beihui that we have never heard of. So where is Yan Xuanxuan sacred, do you have her details? Ling Tianyun asked with more curiosity in his eyes. No, I only know her general appearance, and I don't know anything about her martial arts realm and personality. Ye Yinfeng shook his head again and replied.

"Boom", Ling Tianyun wanted to ask Ye Yinfeng again, but a loud bang broke the conversation between the two, and the surging energy shot wildly, but it was Yan Beihui and Yu Zhanzi who once again handed over a heavy blow. The figures of the two have separated, looking at each other from a distance, the aura condensed around them is getting stronger and stronger, Yan Beihui's aura around his body is as immobile as a group of mountains, and the aura around Yu Zhanzi's body is the angry sea is turbulent and churning.

The fortune teller watched from the sidelines with a breezy attitude, his gaze was aimed at Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun from time to time, and there was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth. The three brothers of the Yin family, who drove out the corpses, withdrew after Yu Zhanzi's angry shout, and they stood next to the dozen motionless dead corpses. The three Yin brothers raised the soul bell in their hands and the half-left soul flag.

"Jingle bell" A soft bell rang, and the bell began to become eerie with the sound of flags waving through the sky. The "whirring" flag waved slowly, but there was a cold smell in the air. In that cold breath, there seemed to be countless ghosts shouting, the bell sounded like a ghost crying, the flag sounded like a soul, and suddenly, the air condensed, and the cold and biting cold spread out.

Yin Da's eyes revealed a light like a ghostly fire, and he still had an incomprehensible spell in his mouth, the bell began to rush up, and the movements of Yin Er and Yin San waving the banner began to speed up. There were bursts of ghostly weeping in the condensed breath, as if this darkness was a real hell Yama Temple. The banner waved up and down, and gusts of yin wind rushed out of the banner, and the eerie aura that permeated it became even more piercing and weird.

The first to feel this strange atmosphere was Ye Yinfeng, he felt that there was a trace of death in the cold aura, which was the breath of a real dead person, and he looked at the dozen dead corpses wrapped in black cloth. Then he saw a scene that made him feel extremely frightened, he saw the dozen or so dead bodies undo the black cloth wrapped around him at some point, revealing their shriveled skin, and a pair of empty eyes glowing with a faint cold light.

At this moment, the bell suddenly rang loudly, and I saw the dozen or so dead corpses suddenly leap forward, although their movements were extremely stiff, but they were beyond the boundaries of dead corpses. The terrifying light in Ling Tianyun's eyes flickered: "It's not good, it's a corpse, you see those dead corpses have moved." ”

"How?

Is that possible? Ye Yinfeng looked at the dead corpses with a unified movement of more than a dozen eyes in disbelief, he saw wisps of ghostly light coming out of the empty eyes of the dead corpses, the dead corpses suddenly dispersed, several dead corpses walked towards the fortune teller with a relaxed face, and several dead corpses jumped towards Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng. The corpse immediately found its target and surrounded its own target.

Ling Tianyun only felt a chill gushing out of his back, and he looked at the corpse that jumped but didn't say a word. The corpse with no lifeless features, the corpse with the smell of death, and the shriveled skin made people feel chilled to look at. It seemed that an invisible rope was pulling the dozen or so corpses, and although the movements of the corpses were very slow, this strange scene would be frightened and fainted if ordinary people met it.

"Be careful of the corpse's poison and try not to come into contact with the corpse." Ye Yinfeng commanded in a low voice, and after speaking, his figure shook, and the iron sword in his hand rushed towards a dead corpse. Seeing this, Ling Tianyun could only stubbornly raise his sword and run towards a rushing corpse, his crazy luck Jiuyang True Qi swirled around his body, and the terrifying aura of Sen Ran subsided, but he still felt trembling in his heart.

"Yin Da, I can't imagine that you actually used corpse control techniques to deal with us, you have violated the purpose of your corpse chasing clan. The corpse chasers are not allowed to use corpse control techniques to fight people, and those who violate them will be punished by the witch god. Seeing this, the fortune teller's face couldn't help but change, and his originally relaxed and comfortable expression immediately froze, and he shouted to the yin who had a strange aura on his face that rattled the bell.

But Yin Da didn't ask or answer, he sped up the speed of the rattle while chanting words in his mouth, and the speed of Yin Er and Yin San waving the flag became faster and faster. "Roar", more than a dozen dead corpses let out a loud roar, the black cloth covering their heads had been torn by them, their shriveled faces were flushed with a scenicly white color, and their empty eyes showed a hint of ghostly light, although their movements were extremely stiff, but their speed was faster.

"Whew" A fist wind swept through the bleak night, and the hideous face of the black shadow appeared in front of Ling Tianyun's eyes, causing the hairs on Ling Tianyun's whole body to stand up, but it was a dead corpse that raised its fist and swung it at him. The treasure knife in his hand was raised, and the torn air rolled up with a sharp knife and slashed towards that punch. With a "bell", the treasure knife slashed on the long fist of the dead corpse and made a metallic impact-like sound, and a string of dazzling fire and lightning burst out from the treasure knife, and a heavy and overwhelming impact poured into him.

As soon as his face changed, the treasure knife in Ling Tianyun's hand was immediately retracted, and his body withdrew several steps. When his body stabilized, the black shadow in front of him flashed again, and a strong fist wind struck him again, the treasure knife in his hand swung and slashed, and there was a metal collision sound, and his right hand holding the knife couldn't help but feel a burst of numbness. Ling Tianyun was horrified in his heart, he knew the sharpness of the treasure knife, no matter what kind of knife weapon, as long as the Xingze treasure knife would break at the touch of a button, but the long fist of this dead corpse was better than any weapon in this world.

There was a sound of breaking the air from behind, and Ling Tianyun's feet slipped, avoiding the sneak attack behind him. The two corpses revealed their pale faces, their hollow eyes flickering, locking Ling Tianyun one after the other. Ling Tianyun stabilized his body, the Jiuyang True Qi that had recovered in his body gushed out again, just now he did not instill a trace of True Qi into the treasure knife, obviously the ordinary splitting method was not enough to hurt this unconscious corpse with an iron-like body.

With a sound of "grab", Ye Yinfeng frowned, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed on the chest of a dead corpse, but the dead corpse rushed forward as if unconscious, like an ape's long arms hugging Ye Yinfeng

。 Ye Yinfeng's long sword was retracted, and he made a mistake under his feet, avoiding the dead corpse's struggle. The strength of the corpse's body was beyond his imagination, but the power of the sword could not shake the corpse, his eyes flashed, the true qi in his body poured out, and the iron sword suddenly glowed.

The "jingle bell" bell became more and more urgent, and Yin's face began to show a little paleness, and Yin Er and Yin San kept waving the flag that was only half of the flag in their hands. The sound of "whirring" breaking the air was like a long cry of ghosts, and the howls of ghosts were filled all around, and the cold breath rippled out, and the biting cold air was rolled into the breath of death, as if this was the real Senluo Hell.

"You are not a corpse chaser, you are a corpse refiner, you have refined that dead body into a gold-level corpse king, and there are dozens of gold-level death kings. It seems that you have long planned with the Firmament Gate in order to take Huangquan Town, even if you do take Huangquan Town, do you think you can find the entrance to hell? The fortune teller kept waving his sleeves and said to Yin Da and the others while dodging the attack of the dead corpse.

Alchemy is to refine the dead corpse into a puppet, and the highest level is the gold-level corpse king, the body of the gold-level corpse king is like steel and iron, and ordinary weapons can't hurt it at all. The level of corpse refining is divided into bronze, silver and gold ranks, the higher the level, the stronger its combat power, and the higher the level, the more difficult it is to refine. In addition to the corpse chasers dealing with the dead, there is also an ancient and mysterious clan full of evil that also deals with the dead, this clan is the corpse refiner, who refines the dead corpse into a puppet and acts as the strongest thug.

The fortune teller said as he dodged the attack of the corpse, and everyone present knew that he was speaking to Ye Yinfeng and Ling Tianyun. And Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng were even more shocked when they heard this, they didn't expect that there would be such an evil witchcraft clan in this world. Since ancient times, the dead have been the greatest, and refining the dead into puppets is the greatest disrespect to the dead, and this behavior is even more indignant to people and gods.

Every corpse puppet has a life, and if it finds its death's life, it will kill with one hit. The lifegate of the gold-level corpse is difficult to find, but it is easier to kill if you find it. With a wave of his sleeves, the fortune teller slapped a dead corpse away, and his feet swept over the corpse's body like a clear wind, and then his palm slapped like lightning towards the corpse's heavenly spirit cover.

The dead body was slapped by him, and the body immediately froze, and then the dead body suddenly fell to the ground, and after the dead body fell to the ground, the stiff body slowly softened. A rotten aura of irritation immediately diffused from the corpse, and from the corpse's body came a puff of yellow smoke, and as soon as the yellow smoke cleared, the corpse was left with only a skeleton. The fortune teller stepped on the skull on tiptoe, and the skull immediately turned into a puddle of dust, and when the cold wind blew, the dust rose in all directions, and finally disappeared into the night dome.

Seeing that the fortune teller had solved a dead corpse puppet so easily, Ling Tianyun and Ye Yinfeng felt a little relieved in their hearts. The biggest weakness of this group of dead puppets is that their speed cannot be compared with them, although the body of the dead puppets is extremely hard, and each attack carries great power, but the movements are not very coordinated, and the coherence is insufficient, which is the flaw of these dead puppets. As the fortune teller said, in order to really destroy the corpse puppet, you must also find the life of the corpse puppet.

A thick layer of fine sweat oozed from Yin's forehead, and the fortune teller easily dealt with a dead corpse puppet that caused him great pressure, and he couldn't help but shake the rattle in his hand faster. The rapid sound of the bell and the sound of "whirring" in the air made the movements of the corpse puppets even more violent, and every blow they sent out was condensed with the power of rage, making people avoid it without noticing.

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