Chapter 162: Weird

  Leng Shiqi pulled out and looked around. People from all forces gathered to fight each other.
There are not many spiritual practitioners in the city guards and Qingkou Hall, but they are better than the large number. At this time, they formed a circle and hugged the group. If the people outside were injured or lacked spiritual power, the people inside immediately supported him. Going up, it still stabilized.
  Although the number of Yunlou and Luoyu Mountain Villas is small, they are all elite disciples of the transformation spirit realm, and they are also masters of the spirit realm.
  At this time, Yunlou Deacon elder You Jinyu slapped a palm, and saw a majestic palm force visible to the naked eye surging out, destroying a dozen corpses in an instant!
The weapon used by Luo Xiuwen of Luoyu Mountain Villa was actually a writing brush. He swiftly swishes, or clicks, crosses, or hooks in the group of corpse puppets. Every stroke he writes will kill a corpse puppet.
  These corpse puppets pose no threat to the two at all.
  Only those loose repairs were killed by the corpse puppets and fled in all directions. They neither had strong strength nor could they trust each other to unite, and they were immediately killed by the corpse puppets.
  A dozen casual repairs standing near the passage were scared and rushed back to the passage to leave here.
  But they didn't run a few steps, and they ran into five people wearing black clothes, all of whom had pale skin and expressionless faces.
   A casual repairer who ran out didn't look back at the road and accidentally ran into one of the black-clothed men. The black-clothed man glanced at his eyes, and immediately smashed the casual repair throat with five fingers and thunder.
  The remaining dozens of people stunned and looked at each other a bit, but they immediately ignored the dead person, and wanted to move on.
  Unexpectedly, the other four Heiyirao's faces showed a look of eagerness, and they suddenly shot at those dozens of casual cultivators!
  With this shot, the casual cultivators were shocked, and only then did they know that all the five men in black were actually the cultivation bases of the later stage of the spiritual transformation! These loose repairs were their opponents, and they were killed in seconds, and their deaths were extremely tragic.
  Five black-clothed people walked into the huge tomb with blood on their fronts. Leng Seventeen, who was closest to the passage, spotted them for the first time, and then he felt a strong evil spirit and smell on the five people.
   "These people will go to the magic repairs in Yangcheng, it is as cruel as the rumors say, and it is because they have to be treated.
  Now only the people of Hao Yizong have not appeared yet, what are they waiting for? Are you not afraid that everything will be robbed by the people of Yunlou and Luoyu Villa? "
  Leng Shiqi is now able to deal with the corpse puppets around him with ease, so he still has the leisure to observe and think about other things. And he didn't kill the corpse puppet as quickly as he did at the beginning, but moved the corpse puppet left and right to delay time.
  In other words, you are paddling!
The five magic repairs seemed to feel that they hadn't been happy to kill the corpse puppets. After they came in, they took the initiative to kill the corpse puppets. Moreover, they shot so hard and they cooperated with each other very tacitly. The speed of killing the corpse puppets was not weaker than that. You Jinyu and Luo Xiuwen!
  As the number of corpse puppets decreases, the pressure on everyone is also reduced, and gradually the spiritual practitioners have mastered the battle.
  At this time, Leng Shiqi did not paddle anymore. After killing twenty or thirty corpse puppets one after another, all the corpse puppets had been wiped out!
  At this time, there were only more than a hundred people left in Qingkoutang, and the city guard was slightly better.
  Cloud Tower, Falling Feather Villa, and the five magic repairs did not cause any damage, but their spiritual power was consumed a bit more.
  The worst thing is the casual cultivator. The hundreds of casual cultivators not long ago are now only a few dozen people left!
  This is the sorrow of casual cultivators. They don't have many good cultivation gifts or good spiritual skills, but they also want to go further, so they stepped into the tomb and wanted to fight for some chance.
  Unfortunately, more than half of the people died before the tomb was seen!
  Leng Shiqi saw this and couldn't help feeling a little bit of sorrow for them. The casual cultivator could be the lowest existence among the spiritual practitioners.
  This is the age of spiritual cultivation, but all slightly better exercises and spiritual skills, and even cultivation resources are firmly controlled by the hands of various spiritual sects and dynasties.
But whether it’s a spiritual sect or a dynasty, they will only recruit people who are good at practicing Fu, and those who are really not well-connected can also learn. But the vast majority of people in this world are neither rich nor well-connected, and can only be reduced to scattered. Xiu, fighting for a little resource all day long, even lost his life.
  Of course, this thought in Leng Shiqi's heart only passed by for a moment. Right now, he approached the crowd of Qingkoutang and looked at the door guarded by the corpse.
  Everyone gathered in front of the gate.
  The door is as high as two feet tall, and the door is smooth. The strange thing is that there is not even a knocker!
  How to open this door?
  At this moment, You Jinyu stepped forward, and he stretched out a finger, and then a white finger broke and shot onto the door.
  Only hearing the sound of "ding", You Jinyu's fingers hit the door vigorously, and a translucent light curtain flashed away, blocking the finger.
   "There are restrictions!" You Jinyu shouted in a low voice.
  Luo Xiuwen came over, his eyes shone with a little bit of aura, and said: "It should be a pure defensive restriction, not very strong, let's try to break it together."
  You Jinyu nodded and said: "Good!"
   Immediately, Luo Xiuwen's brush lightly tapped, and that seemingly ordinary brush was like a sharp sword in his hand at this moment~EbookFREE.me~, giving people an extremely sharp feeling.
  At this moment, he gathered all his spiritual power at the point of the pen tip, and then pierced it straight out to break the face!
  You Jinyu took a few palms in a row. Each palm was magnificent, and each palm hit the same place on the door. That was where Luo Xiuwen stabbed!
  The two spiritual realm masters joined forces, and the restriction on the gate was quickly broken!
  Luo Xiuwen and You Jinyu opened the door, and everyone saw the contents inside, and they all showed surprise.
The same is true of   Leng Seventeen.
   Just when they opened the Shimen, nine spiritual practitioners in white clothes were sitting in a circle in the flat-top pool with a sword. A strange formation was depicted in the circle.
  In addition, there is an old man with long beard frowning and muttering to himself: "It's weird, this place is not a treasure of geomantic omen, this is obviously a shameful place!
  In this way, Bo Yuanhou’s body may be eroded by evil spirits. Now that it has been more than three hundred years, it is very likely to condense into evil corpses!
  He was a master-level master of the Spirit Aperture Realm before his death. If he condenses into an evil corpse, he might harm one party. No, the evil aura here is a bit strange, and there doesn't seem to be much negative aura.
  Weird, weird, why did Bo Yuanhou buried himself here? What is he doing? "