Chapter 339: misfortune

Chapter 339
Hearing Su Zimo's warning, Jiang Yu turned his back to the crowd, his eyes flashed a slaughter, and he quietly disappeared.
Except for the Fengfeng crowd, the other monks were either unheard of or sneered, almost no one believed.
Ji Yaoxue frowned slightly and turned to ask: "Zi Mo, what's wrong?"
"Not quite right."
Su Zimo shook his head and said, "These corpses are as dark as ink, and they die unclearly. Even without a chance to escape, they must have encountered extremely terrifying things."
"Ha ha."
Si Yutang, who was approaching before, laughed and said, "Su Zimo, you are too courageous! You have no daring to take possession of things in the ancient battlefield. I advise you to hide in a place to cultivate, don't Out."
Su Zimo and Canglang are incompatible.
As a real disciple of Canglang, Si Yutang naturally would not give Su Zimo a good look.
After a pause, Si Yutang turned his head, smiled at Ji Yaoxue, and confidently said, "Yao Xuedao friends, don't worry, I dare to conclude that there must be no danger ahead!"
"You don't see any flesh on these bones. This means that these monks have died for at least ten years, and flesh and blood have already decayed and dried, so there is no danger."
In fact, this is why many monks dare to step forward boldly.
Since these monks have died so long, even if there is any danger, they have already been away, and it is impossible to stay here for so long.
"Dead for more than ten years?"
Su Zimo's eyes flickered, and he shook his head and said, "Maybe!"
At this moment, the front monk had come to the corpses.
Although the front guard of Da Zhou was excited, he was still cautious in his heart and did not rush into it. He just picked up a storage bag next to a corpse on the edge.
Pause for a while.
No danger!
The guard opened the storage bag and saw it brightly. He quickly put the storage bag into his own storage bag, rushed in, and started to pick up other storage bags.
Seeing this scene, the other monks rushed to the corpses without hesitation.
suddenly!
The grit next to a corpse moved a bit, and gradually raised a fist-sized bag, getting bigger and bigger, it seemed that something was about to break out of the sand!
In a blink of an eye, on top of that piece of gravel, such bags appeared one after another, more and more, attracting the attention of many monks.
The vigilant monk has already stepped forward to make the flying sword rise into the air.
puff!
A crisp sound.
A huge black-red ball suddenly broke through the sand and fell to the feet of many monks.
The crowd had not yet reacted, and the black-red spread apart, turning into red-headed, black-body, bare-footed insects, densely packed, crawling towards the feet of many monks.
Each worm has a length of arms, a thousand feet, and paddles on the gravel at the same time. The speed is very fast, and it instantly climbs to the feet of monks!
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
A scream of screams followed.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, a black mist suddenly appeared on the monks' faces, their eyes protruding like dead fish, terrified, and the winding blood vessels under the skin gradually bulged, clearly visible, and suddenly burst!
"Blood!"
Su Zimo's expression changed slightly.
In order to ascertain the origin of the night spirit, he had browsed a lot of ancient books about the ancient souls in Wu Feng, and recognized this extremely cruel creature.
Blood puppets, the creatures of ancient times, live in groups, are highly toxic. If you bite, you can turn the flesh into a pool of pus and blood, swarm and swallow.
Between a few breaths, only one corpse can be devoured by a person!
Due to the highly toxic nature of the blood pupa, the corpse appeared dark in color. According to legend, it had already become extinct on the continent, and it was not expected to be encountered again in the ancient battlefield.
"It's the blood of ancient times, retreat!"
At this moment, Jiang Yu exclaimed, turned around quickly, and came to Ji Yaoxue. There was a panic in his eyes, and he seemed to be terrified in his heart, panting, "Three princesses, go away, don't stay here!"
"they……"
Even as Princess Da Zhou, when she suddenly saw such a change, she was so pale that she pointed at the chaotic crowd in front of her, and could not bear to show her face.
"Can't save, if we stay here, we will die too!" Jiang Yu said loudly.
At this moment, many monks have fallen, and all flesh and blood has disappeared, leaving only a dark body like black ink. The storage bag fell beside it, exactly the same as the body that was originally seen.
The four big Zhou guards who rushed to the forefront have all died, and none have survived!
Some monks in the back escaped, and some were completely frightened and stood still.
A monk in front looked back in horror, Yintang turned black, reached out his arm, grabbed the shoulder of a refiner in front, and said, "Save me ..."
puff!
The speech stopped abruptly, and the speaker turned into a mist of blood, splashing the prickly blood of the refiner's face.
The man trembled in fright, eased himself, screamed, and fled.
But within a few steps, the man's body stopped, a layer of black mist rose on his face, and the whole man also turned into pus.
hiss!
Seeing this scene, some of the surviving monks took a breath of air, and their pupils suddenly contracted.
This poisonous horror is so terrible, even if it is not bitten by blood, it is just pus blood formed by the monk's flesh, and a few drops can poison the monk who built the base!
Ji Yaoxue realized that the monks who were bitten by the blood won't be able to rescue them at all.
If they are forcibly rescued, they will all fall here!
Si Yutang was pale and frightened. After a while, he was afraid. Fortunately, he argued with Su Zimo and walked slowly.
"Walking this way, everyone walks along with the sword, and the blood won't fly!"
Jiang Yu greeted him, and the Royal Sword lifted off, taking Ji Yaoxue and the remaining people galloping in one direction.
The remaining monks had long been in chaos. They subconsciously felt the flying sword and rose into the air, following Jiang Yu to flee.
The scene was chaotic.
Among the people present, only Su Zimo was able to remain calm, running on the ground with Ye Ling, and closely following everyone.
Although he has been far away from the corpse area, the sense of crisis in Su Zimo's heart has not been relieved, but heavier and heavier!
"Everyone be careful!"
Su Zimo's voice didn't fall, and there was a boom.
The gravel in front collapsed suddenly, and a huge pothole emerged.
A huge cricket's head came out of the sand pit, and he stroked with all his feet, and even raised his half body to face the crowd, exuding a terrible atmosphere!
A pair of children's fangs exuded a foul smell, and when they bite, they made a gurgling sound, scarlet eyes, like two rounds of hot sun, murderous.
This is a huge blood puppet. Just half of the body is ten feet long!
"what!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Although the blood cymbals didn't know how to fly, this half-length body stood up to ten feet high, which immediately blocked the way for everyone!
There is blocking before and chasing after!
(End of this chapter)