Chapter 72: Choose the way you die

Watching the figures of Mo Qingli and Mu Tianlang gradually disappearing on the lake, the wolf in the distance exhaled heavily and finally left, and he could find food to eat with peace of mind.
Mu Tianlang hit a protective cover on both of him and Mo Qingli. He knew that Mo Qingli's body power was too low. In order to prevent her from spending unnecessary mana, she also hit with her.
Different from other lakes, the bottom of the lake is still clean without any trace of dust, no fish swimming around, no flying algae flying around, no weird rock piles. Under the lake, it was empty and nothing. The only thing that was there was the lake water flowing outside their protective covers in Mexico.
In front of him, Mo Qinglang frowned, and Mo Qinglang followed closely.
Following the white shadow, Mo Qingli they came to the depths of the lake. A dong and kou appeared before the eyes of the two people. In front of the dong and kou, the breath of death was getting denser and denser. Frowned.
Judging from the extent of the death field he (she) radiates, although this person is not inferior to himself, he is only one step away from the robbery.
Mo Qingli's fists gradually tightened, and she was not sure whether she could win the people inside her. After all, she was not very familiar with her current body, and her mana was very unstable.
But chasing all came here, if not, wouldn't it make people laugh.
Mo Qingli stepped into the dong / with his legs raised. As soon as he entered the dong, the scene inside changed into a hall. Skulls were embedded in the white jade floor, and the glazed lamps hung from the top to emit dead people The rancid smell of the whole hall shrouded a mysterious color.
She lifted her eyes and looked at the glazed lamp on the top. Was this person already a wicker?
Among their zombies, there are thousands of ways to cultivate. Like Mo Qingli, there are very few zombies who only want to cultivate with peace of mind. Generally, zombies will improve their cultivation through some special and special ways. .
Squeezing the dead corpse, a fluid similar to oil will flow out, they call it corpse oil for short. If the corpse oil is ignited during the cultivation, the speed of the cultivation will be much faster.
Moreover, the purer the blood before death of the dead corpse, the more effective the corpse oil extracted after his or her death is.
But in the Three Realms, people, demons, and demons all observe the rules of inhumanity, so they have always been safe.
Their zombies belong to the special species immortal outside the Three Realms. After the efforts of countless predecessors, the Jade Emperor finally classified the zombies into a category. In the fairy world, they also set a special zombie rank. It is also impossible to reach out into the world, otherwise, it will be condemned.
Of course, these are all Mo Qingli listen to the predecessors said, maybe there are discrepancies.
But like this formula that must be cited by human corpses, they have been explicitly banned. I did not expect that zombies would use this evil method to promote cultivation.
"Flower, you're not good again."
A cool male voice floated into Mo Qingli's ears. Mo Qingli followed his voice and looked up. A man in a black suit was holding the little thing that just bit Mo Qingli's hand and sat Mo Qingli was on a high chair not far from them.
"I don't know where they lead me to a mess."
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Qingli felt that the man in front projected a condensed look at them. Mo Qingli felt that the moment the man looked at him, the surrounding air condensed instantly, and he took a thick The sense of oppression is the realm of death.
Mo Qingli frowned slightly, her fists gradually clenched, and then slightly exerted her strength, using her own death field to rebound the man's death field. The two stuck together. At the end, Mu Tianlang felt a light body and knew that in this battle Mo Qingli won.
"Well ..." The man raised his eyebrows in surprise when his death field was broken, and his eyes showed a strong interest and interest, "Are you a cultivator?"
"Are you a zombie?" Mo Qingli stared straight at the man without questioning.
I didn't expect Mo Qingli's words just asked, the man would poke and pout, "Well, I didn't expect you to know a lot of the cultivator, and the little wolf behind you is also good. So, my dear see you are also personal, Give you a chance to choose? "
Mu Tianlang's most annoying thing was that someone called him "little wolf". He squeezed his sleeves and was ready to rush towards the man and be held by Mo Qingli. Shaking his head to signal Mu Tianlang not to act lightly, the man in front gave her a feeling that was both familiar and unfamiliar, but his strong cultivation was unquestionable. Although Mu Tianlang was not low, but it was in front of him. There is still a gap between men.
"Choose? What choice?" Mo Qingli asked the man after appeasing Mu Tianlang.
The man smiled softly, lowered his eyes, and stroked, touched, and fluffed the furry hairs in his arms, his thin lips slightly opened, and said, "Nature is the way you die."
Although he said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, it made people feel the bone cold, and there was no room to turn slowly.
"You're looking for death." Mu Tianlang had a black face, and he hated others being more arrogant than him. Nemo didn't even have to fight himself, but the stink zombie in front of him even dared to arrogant with him.
Mu Tianlang shook off Mo Qingli's hand, and instantly moved to the man in black, raised his punch and hit him. Don't look at this simple punch, but it implies a special skill that Mu Tianlang just realized, which is related to space.
With the fist of Mu Tianlang, there was a slight change in the surrounding space.
Mo Qingli looked at all this in horror. Space, space was distorted by Mu Tianlang's fist.
The man obviously did not expect that Mu Tianlang, who was lower than himself by one level, had such a powerful destructive power, but he was not vegetarian in the battle, and he leaned back for the first time. Dodging Mu Tianlang's punch.
However, due to the distortion of the space caused by Mu Tianlang's fist, a tiny gap was formed, which cut the man's cheek, and then the space healed and recovered very quickly.
Mu Tianlang himself did not expect his fist to be so destructive. This was the first time he used it, and he did not expect the effect to surprise him.
But Mu Tianlang still only touched a bit of fur, so he would let this man in black hide from it, otherwise, under Mu Tianlang's fist, the man should disappear and disappear.