Mo Zhiyu sat by the campfire and looked at the armor and rags scattered on the ground, and asked the remnant soul in his mind: "If it is like what you said, in the past two thousand years, anyone who breaks into the Imperial Tomb Miasma Forest will become the Imperial Tomb Guard. These guys, it should be. ”

"Yes," replied the remnant, "it's clear that these things are dressed and dated to more than two thousand years ago. ”

"If it is calculated like this, the number of people who covet the secrets of the emperor's tomb is innumerable, and the so-called 100,000 'undead legions' are afraid that they will become millions, right?" Mo Zhiyu picked up a piece of dead wood from the ground and threw it into the bonfire, causing the flames to rise a little higher, "But, it's so calm here." ”

At this time, in the tent, three women were bathing.

"Even though it's a hot spring with a hot spring talisman stored, it's still as comfortable." Luo Bingqian leaned against the wall of the bathtub very comfortably, her face flushed, "It's really worthy of Sister Cheng." ”

"Xianhua League has an account." Cheng Qixue stroked her wet hair.

"I also want to thank Miss Cheng for thinking thoughtfully, so that we can enjoy this adventure on the road." Gongsun Yunya looked at Cheng Qixue with a smile, "You have to cherish it." ”

Cheng Qixue "huh" for a moment and said, "I actually said 'thanks', I thought your eldest lady had a heavier temper than me." ”

Gongsun Yunya smiled awkwardly: "Where! Where! ”

At this moment, a voice sounded outside, it seemed, singing.

"In the late autumn of September, the four fields are frosty, the sky is high, the water is dry, and the geese are sad! After being away from home for ten years, his parents parted to him, and his wife lived alone in a lonely room! ”

Mo Zhiyu was about to wake up Wubai to take over the second half of the night's shift, when he suddenly stopped and looked into the distance. In the thick fog-filled darkness, there were bursts of footsteps, as if thousands of troops and horses were coming from all directions, bringing a mournful song:

"Although there is Yu Tian to guard with him, the neighbor's wine is ripe and tasted with it! The white hair leans against the door and looks through the autumn water, and the childish remembers the tears and breaks the liver and intestines! ”

"What a beautiful song, what a sad song!" Tondangan poured out of his tent, took out his harp, and played a few notes in response to the song.

"It's time to take your broken piano!" Gongsun Yunjie was the second to rush out of the tent, carrying a sword and moving forward, "Are you afraid of many ghosts?" ”

He swung his sword violently, and the strong sword momentum broke through the wind.

Wind Swordsmanship: The Wind is surging!

His sword momentum was more fierce than that of the day, and the sword qi was like a wave after wave, and for a while he could only hear the sound of "bang", and the sword wind knocked down the heavy black shadows in the fog like a withering and decaying one.

However, the singing did not stop, and it was even higher than the previous one.

"Huma hiss the wind and still knows the love of the land, and the life of a guest is long and would rather forget his hometown! Once the soldiers are killed by the blade, the flesh and bones will be mud and decay! ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at the shadows surging in the mist, and couldn't help but sigh: "This song is so sad, it seems that even if they become ghosts, they still have the attachment of being human." Disarming and returning to the field, whether before or after life, is a luxury. ”

"Second Uncle, is it time to sigh at them?" Wubai exclaimed, "Wow! What is it?! ”

Right next to the fire, the scattered armor and rags floated slowly, and the gray-white gas gradually filled them.

Wu Bai kicked the two piles of things away, but it didn't kick them away, and they gradually returned to their bodies in the air.

Mo Zhidelusion suddenly realized: "'The undead are immortal, the undead legion. I see, but it takes a little time to get back to life. ”

Wubai pulled out his sword and said nervously, "So you can't kill it?!" ”

Suddenly, a cold air flashed, and in an instant, the two resurrected undead guards were frozen into icemen, and then with a "bang", the icemen shattered and scattered into a pile of broken ice on the ground.

When everyone looked over, they saw Mo Ziyan walking out of the tent in silence, holding the frost sealing sword in his arms.

"What's going on?!" Cheng Qixue walked out of the tent with Luo Bingqian and Gongsun Yunya, they should have dressed in a hurry, their hair was wet, their pretty faces were crimson, and their clothes were a little untidy, which made all the men swallow their saliva.

"Don't look at it!" Gongsun Yunjie jumped back, and raised his sword viciously to demonstrate, "Look at my sister again, kill you!" However, before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly became solemn, and he suddenly turned around with his sword.

"Boom!" He took a sword qi, the sword qi of the powerful Mu Xing power, it was his sword qi!

"This ...... How come?! Gongsun Yunjie looked at the dark shadows in the mist in surprise.

"The strength of the undead legion lies in the fact that every time they die, they will reproduce the tricks to kill themselves." Cheng Qixue quickly looked at the scroll in his hand.

Wubai looked at her without tears: "Miss Cheng, why didn't you say such an important thing earlier?!" ”

Dong Dangan, who was standing next to him, was very happy: "In this way, if I kill them with the rhythm, they will return with the rhythm, and when the time comes, they can play an unprecedented grand performance!" ”

Wu Bai hugged his head and howled: "It's all this time, can you be normal!" ”

"If you can reproduce the tricks, then how many times have these guys died and how many things have they learned in the past two thousand years?!" Mo Zhiyu couldn't imagine what kind of army they would face?

Oh no, they forgot one more thing!

"Get down!" Mo Zhiyu roared, and at the same time, the three women beside him fell to the ground.

The rest of the people heard his voice and subconsciously leaned to the ground. At this time, a huge sword qi struck from all directions, like a wave, wave after wave.

It is the "Wind and Clouds" in Jian Hengzong's "Wind and Cloud Technique" that Gongsun Yunjie sent out! But this feedback is even stronger than Gongsun Yunjie's. Because it was not issued by one person, but by thousands of undead guards who "died" because of it!

The strong sword qi raged over everyone's heads like a violent wind, and there were a few miserable howls of "neighing" from the side, and it was their horses that were torn to pieces in this sword qi!

"Click!" The sound of uniform footsteps drew closer, and the legendary army of the undead gathered from all directions, as if it was about to break through the thick fog.

"Damn!" Gongsun Yunjie stood up from the ground and clenched his sword, "Dare to steal Lao Tzu's sword qi!" ”

"Don't make a mistake, the enemy is outnumbered, follow me!" Mo Zhiyu rubbed the anthurium mark on his face that was made by Gongsun Yunya, and then raised his right hand.

But the cold in the sky stopped spreading, and the ice in the air shattered one after another, turning into ice crystals that rained down on the sky. - Next chapter, "The Undead Warhorse"

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