Hundreds of monks ride the light-dodging potential, and the sky is simply crushing everything. The thunder rings at any time, breaking the original quiet side of the corpse grave and hiding some zombies in the desolate land. They are too scared to stir up.

There are also many people who don’t avoid zombies and expose the eyes of hundreds of monks. But now these people are obviously attracted by the grave of Yin in that speech. Where are these small fish and shrimps? Even if one or two bronze corpses occasionally appear, no one will get together to form a terrible shock to make all zombies fear to escape.
It’s impossible to catch up with the seven people in front of hundreds of monks, but it’s a dream to catch up with the shroud boy in front.
Deep in the corpse grave, there is a desolate gray-black soft soil, which exudes a strong sense of death and corpse gas. This desolate land is a huge corpse cloud with a thickness of several tens of feet in Fiona Fang. After each round of tumbling, there will be plumes of corpse gas falling down to slowly fall on the thousands of broken coffin faces, but most of them sink into the underground and disappear somewhere.
There is a vague figure in the deepest part of the corpse cloud department. This figure sits on the palm of your hand and presses the corpse cloud. I don’t know what this person is doing. His breath is completely mixed with the corpse cloud. There is no difference at all. If the gods explore the roots, they can distinguish the difference between this person and the corpse cloud, especially in the corpse cloud. It is also difficult to enter the deepest part and reach this person.
Unless it’s the kind of strong person who returns to emptiness, even if the Godsworn comes, their gods will also find this person from the corpse cloud.
"coming"
I don’t know what has happened, but I have been hanging my head. This man suddenly raised his head at this time, and a pair of black eyes flashed through his eyes. He saw the scene hundreds of miles away and muttered two words.
Chapter three hundred and forty-one Melee (2)
His eyes penetrated the corpse cloud, and the shroud boy suddenly felt uncomfortable hundreds of miles away. It seemed that he was peeked at by someone. Although the breath came and went quickly, the shroud boy found his brow wrinkled and was about to explore.
But at this time, seven different lights appeared behind him. Five men and two women each collided with each other with amazing momentum, but there was no conflict. Seven people’s eyes fell on the front, and the big fellow in the magic temple was flying in front of him. The speed immediately soared, and the red mans flowed, and the meteorite was generally cut and smashed. Zhang guffawed.
"Ha ha ha ….. shroud teacher younger brother didn’t expect that we would come. Jueyin graveyard is a treasure. It’s impossible for you to eat alone, especially what the golden corpse says. We won’t let it fall into your hands."
The big fellow in the Devil’s Temple is covered with an unknown animal skin, wrapped in a red mountain, and smells like an ancient fierce beast. No one can ignore him with this laugh.
Shroud boy’s face became more and more ugly, and he swept behind him the seven imposing ways of dodging light, with a cold hum. His figure once again turned into a deep red dodging light, like a bright blood arrow, which went straight to hundreds of miles away and disappeared without leaving a ghosting image.
"chase"
The seven people behind the shroud boy also arrived at the moment, and their faces were all cold, so they didn’t stop, and they didn’t lose to the shroud boy’s speed. Seven rays passed by, and they went in that direction.
Hundreds of miles away is the deep center of this corpse grave, and it is also a desolate and dead area.
Even a dead tree can’t see all the desolate and dead breath and … a tattered and messy coffin in the soil.
Arrived a deep red blood arrow suddenly from a distance to leave a trail in the bloody ghosting. When you look again, there is an extra person here. This person is not an ordinary monk. He is less than five feet tall and his facial features are like children. No one would have thought that this boy dressed in bright clothes and carved jade carvings would be a murderous monk.
As soon as the shroud boy appeared, his eyes immediately looked at his eyes. When the tattered coffin and the gray-black soil were inserted into his eyes, he immediately heard his mouth pleasantly surprised that it was "the graveyard of Yin"
Seem to know that when the surprise is still unfinished, the shroud boy immediately smiles and starts work.
"Hey hey …" "Give it to me"
At the same time, the shroud boy suddenly reached out his hand and hung a small cloth bag around his waist. Suddenly, there was a strong light in this small cloth bag with bright colors, and there was no unnecessary movement. A black shadow floated out of the light and became bigger and bigger, and it suddenly became a monster hanging over the shroud boy’s head.
"Thousands of corpses!" "Shroud younger brother, don’t go too far. Do you really want to eat alone?"
This has a hint of anxiety. It comes from behind the shroud boy, but it’s not the former big fellow in the magic temple. It’s another person who looks at him with many cloth bags and various colors. Although elegant, his body gives off a bad smell, but it stinks with deep bone marrow. It’s the real brother of the poison magic temple who wants to know what it is when he sees a huge thing on the shroud boy’s head. His face immediately appears surprised and anxious, and he can’t stand the sound of his body and comes up a hundred miles away.
The shroud boy heard the cry behind him, but he didn’t pay any attention to the meaning. He continued to sneer at a white and tender little palm and immediately reached out to the top of his head. Suddenly, a dull but lasting roar sounded.
This huge thing hangs over the shroud boy’s head. There are no complicated patterns or complicated prohibitions. The whole body is black and smells cold and dead. It is actually a hanging coffin. Listen to the sound of the shroud boy’s face just now. The coffin root is made of strange stones and rare gold.
"Hum" hanging coffin sound is very dull, just like a muffled thunder every day, which breaks the silence of this unique yin graveyard and the scene changes very quickly. The black coffin was slapped by the shroud boy and immediately saw that it was darker than the black coffin, and I didn’t know what was hidden inside, and I didn’t show a trace of breath.
But the horse’s black coffin moved, and it was very heavy. It radiated from the black coffin surface, and the coffin mouth fell directly against Fang Jueyin’s graveyard with pressure.
There is a faint connection between the huge corpse cloud and the thousands of zombies in the original Yin graveyard in this area. It is a perfect cycle that they breathe the corpse gas into the corpse cloud all the time and then absorb the corpse gas that falls from the corpse cloud and is refined and purified.
But this circular shroud boy’s black coffin was broken when it fell
"close"
The coffin was long gone, and the black coffin fell into darkness, and the mouth of the coffin was tattered and messy.
Suddenly, there was a strange force in that strange black coffin, and the shape of this force was not manifested at all, but zombies were hidden in the rotten coffin, but they could clearly sense this force and they could resist it completely.
For them, it’s full of temptation, enough to make zombies crazy.
"bang"
The first zombie appeared and saw that there was a tattered coffin in the gray-black soil, and the coffin lid seemed to be hit by some force and shattered instantly. Then he saw a figure flying out and jumping directly into the black coffin.
This zombie is gray-black, like stone, and its breath is not weak, just an iron corpse.
"Bang bang" "Bang bang …"
It’s much more lively when you have the first head. When you see the black coffin hanging low for several breaths, it’s a bit tattered and the coffins are broken one after another. A ferocious and horrible zombie jumps out from the inside and jumps into the sky directly. At this moment, it just shows that the black coffin’s mysterious place is huge, but it must be another cave, otherwise there will be so many zombies jumping into Fana.
In a blink of an eye, from the shroud boy to the coffin, dozens of zombies fell into the hands of the shroud boy. Although there are only a few iron corpses in these dozens of zombies, the real zombies seem to be more patient and have not yet been exposed.
"Hum"
At the sight of the speed of the black coffin absorbing zombies, the half-shroud boy frowned and showed dissatisfaction, so he snorted and started to do it himself.
Once again, the tender palm stretched out, and the white palm condensed into thick real yuan, which seemed to be some kind of magical power, but he didn’t see him move. The palm slowly pressed against the surface for a while, and suddenly the whole day oscillated and roared, and thick gray winds appeared.
The wind rolled up and fell on the ground. These winds were so strange that they didn’t seem to form naturally. Because the soil and sand on the surface were not affected at all when these winds rolled, the coffins were miserable. Fortunately, if these winds rolled up, the coffins would fall apart.
Those zombies who lost their shelter in the coffin were immediately exposed, and the zombies who were sleeping were awakened. Suddenly, the earth roared, and every zombie was born more dead than the horrible rotting body, and the face was extremely dead, especially some zombies with steps were even more terrible.
"crash"
Another coffin was broken, and a figure fell out. It turned out to be a dark yellow zombie. The limbs and bodies were all intact and a little rotten. Every place shone with light. As soon as I was awakened, I immediately showed my cruelty. A pair of cold eyes flashed inside and lotus flower died, and there was an amazing momentum. It turned out to be a copper corpse.
This bronze corpse seems to have some wisdom broken. After living in the coffin, it found the culprit right in the middle of the life clothes boy.
But before the bronze corpse moved, suddenly a strange force came over its head, and its zombie head was slightly stiff. I wanted to see what it was that made it more eager to breathe, but I saw a dark light flashing, and the bronze corpse jumped involuntarily and transformed itself into a ghosting image, which was directly sucked into the black coffin.
With the help of this strange gust of wind, the speed of black coffins absorbing zombies suddenly accelerated. Before the seven people behind them came, there were already hundreds of zombies falling into the shroud boy’s black coffin. There were many bronze corpses in it. When zombies saw this scene, the shroud boy’s face eased and a little smile appeared in his eyes.
However, the horse’s smile turned into more excitement and ecstasy because …
"roar"
Suddenly, at this time, a hundred miles of Fiona Fang roar came out from the depths of the earth, not only falling into the ears of the shroud boy, but also into the ears of the seven people who were coming. Even the spectators behind heard this roar full of anger.
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