The sound of "squirming" gradually approached everyone, and when these shaky shadows finally appeared completely in everyone's field of vision, their clothes were tattered, but the texture was still very new, and their skin was white but not shriveled. Such a person does not seem to be the kind of person who has been buried in the earth and is now alive.

"These are walking corpses? How is it different from what the book says? Cheng Qixue asked suspiciously.

"It's newly dead!" Mo Zhiyu gritted his teeth, "Do you remember Jinrong City twenty years ago?" Damn, it's happening again. ”

"I've heard about what happened 20 years ago, and if someone else does something similar to the way it was back then, we can still do it the same way as before." Tan Jian stepped forward with a horizontal sword and said expressionlessly, "We need fire." ”

"Fire?" Yiwu immediately took out the torch from his storage bag and quickly lit it with a fire fold.

But in just a few moments, the walking corpses had already pounced, and the other three immediately faced it.

These walking corpses seem to be ordinary people in front of them, and they don't have any skills except for brute force, but this kind of combat mode makes the three main combat forces present easy to deal with, and they can easily kill all sides.

But the walking corpse is a dead thing, and if you cut off your legs and feet, or even cut them in half, you can still move, which greatly enhances your physical exertion. What's more, the blood of the walking corpse is poisonous, and you need to be very careful not to be splashed with blood during battle.

So although Mo Zhiyu and the other three people blocked these walking corpses, they were still forced to retreat. By the time Yiwu lit the torches, everyone had already been forced back ten meters.

Cheng Qixue glanced at the torch in Yiwu's hand, and immediately became depressed: "This idea of a small fire won't work for these guys at all, and you only have one, these are a group." ”

"Get out of the way!" Mo Zhiyu jumped back, snatched the torch from Yiwu's hand at once, then turned around and took the wine jug from his waist, poured a sip of wine, and then aimed it at the fire and sprayed it out.

With a "bang", the intense flames seemed to spit out from the dragon's mouth, covering half of the passage in an instant, and all the walking corpses running at the front were set on fire!

The passage was instantly illuminated by these flames as if it were day.

The walking corpses that had been ignited collided with each other without direction in the flames, so that the four people on this side finally took a breath.

"This ignition won't stop them for long, go! Let's go back! Mo Zhiyu said, and threw the torch and wine gourd in his hand out, adding fuel to the fire, and then turned and ran back.

The remaining three people also ran back with Mo Zhiyu.

"Mo Er, you can do it, you still have wine with you when you run away." Cheng Qixue couldn't help but complain.

"It's all from you just now, the first-class 'Yao Zixue Song', my heart hurts." Mo Zhiyu looked sad.

Cheng Qixue saw Mo Zhi's delusion, so she added: "Then let me tell you again, these pots of wine I brought are at least a hundred years of cellar aging." ”

So Mo Zhiyu was even more sad.

As the pathfinder forwards, although these four people are in a hurry, they have always been in contact with the large army in the rear with whistles, and the distance between the two sides is not too far. So when the four of them retreated, they didn't go far when they ran into the people behind them.

The situation was urgent just now, and Yiwu forgot to whistle the siren, and now the four of them ran back, and the people behind were still surprised, so Tan Zhi asked: "Out of ......"

At this moment, only a roar was heard, and the entire tunnel suddenly shook violently, and it was disorganized.

No, it's the whole tunnel that is just disconnected!

Obviously, Mo Zhiyu and the others were only five meters away from Yun Shi's side, and this passage was opened from this distance. The land on the side of the four of them crumbled in an instant, and fell straight down!

The crisis came so suddenly, no one reacted, not even a word, the eyes passed like this, and then the field of vision was pitch black!

Mo Zhiyu's eyes lit up at once, but around him was the sound of the wind caused by the rapid fall, and the mud that fell with him alone blocked all his vision. And more importantly, what Mo Zhiyu can see in the current divine eye vision is only a very weak yuan force.

If a magic circle like Jinrong City was formed here, how could it be that there was only such a little Yuan Power? It's so weird!

Suspicious, Mo Zhiyu clawed around with his limbs, trying to grab the wall, but only the falling mud smashed heavily on his arms and legs.

There was a panic in Mo Zhiyu's heart, but in an instant, his emotions calmed down, and he scolded himself in his heart for saying "useless", he was really used to being pampered, and he didn't have the courage to deal with the crisis.

Ink Delirium immediately ripped open the black rope that bound the handle of the Ink Knife, and then quickly shook the Ink Knife with the speed of this fall.

Although the handle of the ink knife has the dragon scales of Bunsheng, but in order to be precautioned, Mo Zhiyu still habitually wraps a rope around the handle, this kind of rope is very thin, and it will take about ten meters to wrap the entire handle.

With the shaking of Mo Zhiyu, the range of this shaking became larger and larger, one meter, three meters, five meters, and when the radius of the shaking expanded to eight meters, Mo Zhiyu finally heard a "ding", which was the sound of the tip of the knife cutting through the rock wall.

So Mo Zhiyu immediately pulled back the knife rope, and then threw it violently towards the position where the sound came from just now.

"Dang!" This time, the voice was solid and powerful, and Mo Zhiyu was sure that the blade had pierced into the rock wall, so he immediately tightened the rope of the knife and swung it to the side.

Mo Zhiyu covered his cheeks with his arms, and he slammed into the rock wall firmly, fortunately, the enchantment where the yuan power disappeared would not pull the strength of his physical body, otherwise, an ordinary person would just bump into it like this, and it would directly become meat paste!

Mo Zhiyu immediately used his feet to find two raised walls on the rock wall to step on, and then he could finally take a breather. He remembered that the last time he encountered this kind of thing was two hundred years ago, when he was in the emperor's tomb, and it happened that he was all the way with Tan Jian, who was "Mo Ziyan" at that time.

He couldn't help but think that Tan Jian was carrying this "cliff" curse.

It's still pitch black around here, not even the natural Yuanli Crystal, it's really dark, and Mo Zhiyu doesn't know whether to go up or down for a while.

But now his heart was extremely anxious, because he couldn't sense Yun Shi anymore. The last time this happened was on an unnamed island in the South China Sea.

(End of chapter)