Chapter 70: Siege of the Undead

　　 Most of them have only one skeleton left, a lifeless skeleton that has been soaked in water cold and pale. The yin and cold profound yin aura surrounds these bones, and they are also absorbing the pure yang energy between the heaven and the earth. When yin and yang meet, these things seem to have produced some kind of substance, attached to these bones like flesh and blood. It's just that these incomplete flesh and blood look more terrifying than clean bones.
　　 came out of the water, these undead regained part of their vitality and began to move agile. There are everything, wolves, foxes, wild cats, rabbits, and even otters. The skeletal wolves in front showed their sharp canine teeth, white mist sprayed from their mouths, and their eyes glowed with pale blue light, staring at the source of the pure sun energy that made it coveted.
　　 Gouzhu opened his eyes and looked helplessly at this terrifying sight. Fear didn't make him sober. Tiredness is still like a flood that bursts a dyke, surging with a blanket of head and face, and may drown him at any time.
　　 "Nineteen..." Gouzhu pulled the nineteenth sleeve forcefully. But that only caused her sleeves to move slightly. And the words in his mouth were nothing but vague vents.
　　 The simple and shiny ink fountain hung on the nineteenth waist gradually glowed with a pale red light, as if it had also realized the danger. She took it off and held it in her hand. A silver pointed cone slid down between her fingers, and behind it was a thin, almost invisible thread dyed in red.
　　Tianji winding, gold silk as rope, cinnabar as ink, Hao silver as cone, red sandalwood as wire box. The wire box is in the shape of a sword hilt. It was held in the hand of the nineteenth, just like a strange sword with only the hilt and the tip of the sword, but the blade is not visible.
　　 It's a pity that "Heaven's Work" Park Laojiu relied on his three magic weapons to rampage in Shenzhou Middle Earth 500 years ago. It has long been forgotten.
　　 Seeing this sacred object exuding the most radical energy, the bone wolf at the head also paused. But after all, it couldn't stand the temptation of the pure sun in front of it. With a low growl, a wolf took the lead and rushed over.
　　 The nineteenth threw the heavenly secret, and the whole body was swirling with pure sun spirit, and a silver light flashed in the air. The silver thread cone flew up like a meteor, hitting the brain directly at the center of the brow of the skeletal wolf that jumped into the air.
　　 "The secret is around, the silver cone is broken!"
　　 On the nineteenth, the pure Yang Qi, like a tide, poured from her body into the silver cone head along the golden silk. Hearing a loud bang, the wolf head exploded into a bright red fireball. Plasma and brains splashed all over her. The nineteenth stretched out his sleeves to wipe the blood stains from his eyes. These things block her sight
　　 There was a commotion on the water.
　　 The fear of exploding and dying did not scare away these long-dead creatures. But the yang qi from the explosion tempted them like an irresistible delicacy. Immediately, like moths fighting a fire, all kinds of creatures rushed over.
　　 The nineteenth guardian was by the owner's side, facing the endless stream of skeletal creatures in the stream, she did not have any fear or mood swings. There is no fear in her spiritual setting, only the desire to protect her master desperately. When the group rushed in front of her, she shouted loudly and lifted the secret in her hand. The silvery sharp sharp cone drew a ten-step silver circle around the Gouzhu. The skeletal creature that came across this circle shattered like tofu that had been hit.
　　 Flesh and bones fly, blood flows into rivers.
　　 The nineteenth is like a sword dancing. The secret of heaven is flying around a space of ten steps around, drawing a line of fluorescence in the air that is as sharp as a knife. Some of these creatures were hit by the silver cone, and suddenly exploded into pieces of flesh and blood. There are also some golden silks dyed with cinnabar, but with a pull, the flesh and blood are cut flat and blood is flowing. The broken bones and blood spots in the air are like rain.
　　 Qi from yin to yang to rigid to soft converges here, and a small streamside shoal becomes a stone mill alive. Numerous weird creatures poured out from the stream and poured into a stone mill mouth. In the nineteenth hand, the heavenly secret was rolled around like a stone, turning all the flesh into blood, and then merging into the stream, dyeing a long stream of water red.
　　 The extremely dark grass planted by Qin Zunyang has grown here for five hundred years. Although this piece of land is less than a hundred miles around, it is also formed by the immortal tree absorbing the aura of heaven, earth, mountains and sea. I don't know how many creatures have been born here in five hundred years. These creatures are locked in this stream by the yin air of the extremely dark grass. Just a little yang energy can activate them.
　　Although the nineteenth crazy slaughter, it was only to let the Yang Qi in these broken flesh and blood return to the stream and activate more undead creatures. These "sources of Yang Qi" of them cannot leave here, all of it is in vain.
　　 If you were a real human monk, you would have long realized that this battle is not a way. But this was especially difficult for the silly nineteenth. Her setting is simply to protect her master, and there is no design that is too complicated. She fought blood for more than half an hour, the undead bones around her piled up like a mountain, and her strength gradually dried up.
　　 She has eaten Pure Yang Pill several times at this hour. She still couldn't realize that the pure Yang Qi in the pure Yang Pill she ate was actually given to these entangled undead monsters. The only thing she can feel is that there are not many pure Yang Pills, and she can't hold on for too long. If he falls, then the owner is naturally finished.
　　 "You must leave here with your master." This thought flashed through her mind.
　　 But there were three people who passed out on the ground. Although the other two are not masters, the master also told her that they are the same as the master. The nineteenth frowned. This constituted a great trouble for her. It is impossible for her to take three people away at the same time. And if she takes away any one, the other two will definitely die.
　　 She made a choice immediately. Everything takes the master first. It wasn't that she couldn't save her after seeing death, but that it was the way Park Laojiu set him. When it comes time to choose, she will never hesitate.
　　 She carried the Gouzhu on her back and UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com fixed him with a belt.
　　 Although the nineteenth figure is petite, but the strength is not small. She is the essence of the fairy tree, and her body is full of green wood spirit. And the hook pig is thin and thin, much lighter than the tall Song Ruhai and the sturdy wood.
　　 Gouzhu's mentality is in a state of being half-asleep and half-awake. But his feelings about the undead creatures flying around with their teeth and claws are very clear. There is also the nineteenth hair and scented shoulders beside his face, which is not at all confused.
　　 Night is still night. The night here hasn't changed at all over time. Since the moon and stars are not the moon and stars in the original sense, the night is likely to be the same. Hook Zhu thought in his confusion and worried that there might be no day at all on this layer, only night.
　　 He was expecting the nineteenth to hold on until dawn, so that the sun will shining all over the day to make these yin things retreat, or at least lose sight of the yang in their bodies.
　　 "Boss... Younger..." Gouzhu made a faint voice in a daze. Of course the nineteenth is completely inaudible. Even if she heard it, the situation would not change in any way.
　　 Gouzhu looked at the shallow beach where the nineteenth left, Song Ruhai and Mu Mu were still sleeping there. If he chooses, he will not leave at all, he will stay and die with his brothers.
　　 He didn't feel deeply before, but now he feels for the first time that other people's pain can actually be transmitted to himself completely.
　　 There is even worse. At least the two guys are still asleep, maybe even after being eaten. But for him, watching his brother die is heart-wrenching pain.
　　 He somewhat blamed the nineteenth for resolutely.
　　 The two guys were quickly surrounded by a large group of undead creatures.