Chapter 1777 Corpse

What is that?

Cao Erzhu turned around suddenly and looked behind him.

Amid the howling of ghosts and wolves, a man with long hair in a white cardigan appeared not far away. The clothes were extremely old.

This man was skinny and very tall. It was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. His skin was extremely pale, like a corpse that had been dead for three days.

"Gulp."

Cao Erzhu swallowed his saliva.

He saw the man's face clearly!

When the pale human skin on this guy's face fell off as he scratched his face, only bones and maggots were left inside.

"It's really a corpse!"

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

After half a year of training in the ghost and Buddha world, he gained a lot of experience and also made up for a lot of common sense in the spirit world.

Even though he had adapted to monsters like evil spirits and ghosts that he was originally afraid of, Erzhu found it difficult to accept the creature in front of him... Oh, dead things.

This was no longer terrifying.

This was disgusting, extremely twisted and weird disgusting, which made people sick.

"Sorry, I scared you."

The voice actually came from the corpse, and you can hear a bit of apology. This is so... human!

The corpse said, bent down to pick up the skin, and smeared it on his face, saying:

"Little brother, to be honest, I wanted to attack you just now, but you are really interesting. You actually said that you can have children if you have a grudge, and you are egg-laying."

"Squeak, squeak, this is really interesting. I can't help but feel the urge to get to know you more deeply."

"I think your soul is purer and more delicious than those I have eaten before."

"I can't wait..."

The corpse's mouth flowed with crystal silk threads, and he was salivating. In fact, it was the liquid of the maggots after chewing them.

Cao Erzhu shuddered.

He saw clearly that this corpse was only at the level of spiritual refinement and Taixu, but it was different from all the evil spirits he had encountered in the ghost and Buddha world in the past.

It had intelligence!

This had never appeared in the past six months.

Evil spirits were like wild beasts, and could be driven away by tricks. This was the consensus of the practitioners in the ghost and Buddha world.

Once this kind of "ghost king" appeared, 99% of the practitioners would be caught off guard and unable to resist.

Even if they reacted, most Taixu could not beat this kind of ghost king.

Because there was still holy power in its body!

Cao Erzhu could see through the truth at a glance.

This ghost king might have really eaten a lot of practitioners' souls, and had the ability to devour and refine the ownerless holy power in the ghost and Buddha world.

"Not an evil ghost, but..."

"Half-saint level, Lord Yan?"

Obviously, the intelligence of the corpse was not low. Not only could it think and communicate, but it also mastered the emotional changes of people.

It tried to smear its face once, but it didn't stick.

It smeared while talking, but it still didn't stick.

At the end, he drooled and couldn't cover it.

This happened again and again. The corpse stopped talking and became a little impatient:

"What's going on? How could this happen? My face..."

--It still wants to save face!

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

But something even more shocking happened.

After seeing that the corpse couldn't cover its face, it went completely crazy and let out a scream when it opened its mouth:

"Sad--"

After the madness, it had already stared at him.

In the empty eye sockets, two green ghost lights burst out, and it laughed miserably:

"Little brother, your body is for me."

--What a polite corpse!

Cao Erzhu found that it was not only polite, but also quite charming when it performed its movements.

The corpse was only wearing a tattered long cardigan, revealing two rows of ribs on its chest, but it pulled the hem of the non-existent clothes in front of its knees, as if it was lifting the empty robe high back.

Then he changed his legs and stepped forward. His left skeleton hand lightly pressed the space in front of his chest, as if holding something. His right skeleton hand slowly pulled out from the air, and actually pulled out a three-foot-long ghost fire sword from the unknown place.

——What a handsome move!

Cao Erzhu was stunned.

Whether it was the casual words in the conversation, the charm revealed in the gestures, or the posture of him standing with the sword slanted at this moment...

It was just a corpse!

It was just ugly!

It perfectly matched the charm of the ancient sword cultivator with "immortal style and Taoist bones" that Cao Erzhu imagined...

It was an ancient sword cultivator when it was alive, right?

After the death of the old immortal Mei, it should have looked like this!

"I'm sorry."

The corpse nodded slightly, and the ghost fire sword shook suddenly.

It couldn't see how it used the sword, and the residual image on the spot dissipated. It had already stabbed at the face with a sword - time and space jump!

"Dang!"

The soul sound exploded, like a heavy hammer in a blacksmith's shop smashing dreams, but it could only raise a little dust and smoke.

Cao Erzhu blocked his face with his palm.

The will-o'-the-wisp sword pierced his palm, but was blocked by a layer of quietly flowing purple electric film.

When he looked at it this way, he could see the will-o'-the-wisp flickering in the eye sockets of the corpses in front of him who were almost as tall as him, and they seemed to be more shocked.

Cao Erzhu grabbed the will-o'-the-wisp sword with one hand, shook his head slowly, and said seriously:

"This corpse, you are really powerful."

"But you should have found the wrong person, I'm not easy to mess with."

As soon as the voice fell, the corpse raised his upper body back and kicked Cao Erzhu, trying to use the force to pull out the will-o'-the-wisp sword and stay away from the horror.

Snap!

Cao Erzhu's eyes did not move, and his left hand grabbed down cleanly and grabbed the slender skeleton leg.

"Boy, I admit that you are a bit real..." The corpse was about to say something, but the voice stopped abruptly.

When the will-o'-the-wisp looked down slightly, a skeleton's face was reflected in the firelight, and he could actually see a bit of both laughter and tears on his face:

"Maybe there is something wrong..."

boom!

There was a crash of thunder.

Cao Erzhu just exerted a little force on the corpse, and the corpse's skeleton legs were shattered directly. The lightning was like a snake, and it quickly climbed up the corpse's body.

"Break!"

The corpse man immediately broke his right leg, let go of the will-o'-the-wisp sword, turned around and flew back, laughing as he flew:

"The gecko has its tail cut off, so it's time to get out of trouble!"

"The mountains are high and the roads are far, there will be..."

call out!

Before he could finish speaking, a sound of breaking wind came from behind him, and it was clearly his will-o'-the-wisp sword.

"ridiculous."

The corpse man stood with one leg in the air, turned around Lingxu, and said domineeringly: "This is my sword, and you actually want to hurt me with it..."

There was another sudden stop, and the corpse shuddered a few times with ghostly fire in its eyes.

Because in front of him, there was no sword at all!

The big guy who fell far away didn't even take a step, but suddenly transformed into a "thousand-legged spider".

Countless purple lightning lines were shot out from his body, and each line was tied to a thunder sword. He pointed down in the air, and the direction the sword was aimed at was clearly him.

But the Will-O-Wisp Sword only hit a vanguard!

"Absolutely impossible, it must be an illusory sword technique!"

The corpse man could only say this, it was too late to escape.

The will-o'-the-wisp sword blasted through its chest, and the power of thunder it carried exploded its entire body.

The intense pain told the reality that this was not an illusory swordsmanship.

That man was a spiritual refining master. He only manipulated the spiritual refining sword instead of using the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship!

It's not too late for the gecko to lose its body.

The corpse man reacted extremely quickly and immediately broke his own neck.

Only a skeletal head was left behind, flying away from the air, leaving behind a sneer:

"It doesn't hurt."

Cao Erzhu was shocked.

This corpse is not strong enough and has a really tough mouth.

He controlled the thousands of thunder swords and pierced through the air, but the skull dodged left and right and avoided them all.

"A bit strong, but not much..."

Cao Erzhu felt strange.

Let’s just say this corpse is a master. It’s so useless and can only speak harshly.

Let's just say this corpse is a rookie. It can jump through time and space with a sword, and its level of ease and ease is not inferior to that of Brother Shou.

At the same time, such a sense of fighting...

"He was definitely a master when he was alive!"

Cao Erzhu has been trained by his father for more than 20 years, and his combat awareness is almost superior to that of the younger generation.

It can be said that except for Brother Xiaoshou, there are few people in the world who can compare with him.

But performing the technique like this, using a thousand swords to pierce, and stabbing accurately - this is the basic skill of practicing the manipulation type of pure mind.

If it were Taixu, or even a Half-Saint, he would have dug thousands of holes in his body.

The skull chose not to hit, and after starting to dodge, except for the initial confident turn back, he missed the next hit!

"His strength is not good, he only has a little holy power, and his appearance is even more ugly."

"But his conversational skills are extraordinary, his body skills are also extraordinary, and his awareness of fighting in the three realms is even greater."

"It's like..."

Cao Erzhu is not good at thinking, but he can feel things most intuitively.

This corpse has the consciousness of a master, but it is matched with a garbage soul and a garbage body.

He could even be so sure that he turned back towards the wave with full confidence.

As long as this corpse regains its strength in life, the will-o'-the-wisp sword that he controls, there is no way he will really take it back!

"You can't underestimate it."

Cao Erzhu's face was serious, and he was afraid of an accident, so he took back all the spiritual energy he had released.

As soon as the pressure was released, the skull over there could sense it almost at the same time, and immediately laughed wildly:

"Young man, can't you hold on anymore?"

"Then my evaluation is that the attack speed is very fast and the duration is a little short. It is very average."

It does have all the qualities of an ancient sword cultivator, and even the additional quality is like the sharp-tongued taste of Xiao Shou Ge... Cao Erzhu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, and shouted:

"Punishment God Realm!"

Zi.

The earth seemed to have thunder snakes swimming across it, fleetingly.

The wind is still the same, the sky is still the same, this big guy seems to have farted, nothing happened?

"Ha ha……"

Such thoughts flashed through the skull, and just as he was about to laugh, his head felt numb and he lost all his vision.

"boom!"

The land that is thousands of miles away is covered by the purple sea of ​​thunder.

Among the rolling thunder waves created by the God Punishment Tribulation, various thunder behemoths could be vaguely seen rising and falling in it, full of ferocity.

However, Cao Erzhu never really exerted his force, and the skull was crushed by the invisible momentum and turned into powder long before the thunder sea appeared.

"So weak?"

Cao Erzhu has been on guard against accidents.

Unexpectedly, there was no surprise at all. It turned out that the corpse man was really not an expert.

The pitiful holy power in its body that he had glimpsed was not a disguise, but its entire being.

Holy power, where is it?

Punishing God and Punishing Tribulation was the first generation of Pure Soul Thought. It was comparable to the power of ancestral origin. The mere holy power had long since disappeared under the raging sea of ​​thunder.

"No--"

But suddenly, a heartbreaking voice sounded, full of pain and torture:

"No way, no way!"

"How can you be so strong at such a young age?"

"Who are you? Who are you? No, I can't die. I can't die. If I die, there will be no chance. No..."

It said something incomprehensible.

The more Cao Erzhu listened, the more he felt that this was a master.

The skeleton's body, soul, and mind should have been destroyed by the God of Punishment, but now there is only one residual consciousness left that can scream...

This is not a master, what is it?

"Xin Lei Su!"

With one move, the thunder sea fades away.

On the contrary, in the distant void, thunder elements gathered together to outline a blurry, twisted purple cloud.

This is the consciousness of the ancient sword corpse cultivator.

Cao Erzhu usually doesn't take action, and when he does, he is never merciful. This is what his father taught him. He immediately clenched his fist:

"burst!"

He can easily crush this residual consciousness.

After all, in the heyday of the Corpse Man, aside from the extreme reaction, in terms of frontal combat effectiveness alone, the total combined could not compare to the quality of a God Punishing Tribulation.

Something unexpected happened.

The power Xin Lei Su exerted on the corpse's remnant consciousness not only did not explode, but instead seemed to be corroded and dissolved by something.

The connection between power and self was cut off silently.

"What's going on?"

Cao Erzhu looked wary, knowing that his guess was correct and that the corpse man was about to mutate.

"ah--"

Sure enough, the residual consciousness let out a scream, and exploded with a bang during a period of twisting and struggling.

It did not die. On the contrary, it exploded its "spiritual intelligence" and returned to its original animal self.

A huge, sinister ghost that was more than a hundred feet tall came down boldly. It had seven black horns on its head, six arms between its ribs, and the barbs on its arms were extremely terrifying.

"Don't let it mutate..."

Cao Erzhu was just about to take action to drive away the ghost, but found that after the evil ghost transformed into its true form, he was still in pain.

It covered its head with six arms, then fell and screamed:

"No! No! Don't..."

"Let me go!"

"Let me go..."

Clearly, this isn't about letting yourself go.

The unknown "torture" never let go of the corpse man Li Gui's voice. In response to the sound, wisps of black mist spread out from Li Gui's body.

Cao Erzhu's pupils trembled, what did he see!

"The power of ancestral origin?"

If I remember correctly.

Black, cold, corrosive, and annihilating, isn't the ancestral power with such characteristics the power of the God of Death?

"No!!!"

The dead ghost finally burst out and screamed in pain.

At that moment, the earth shook, Cao Erzhu's heart and thunder were pushed back, and the God of Punishment realm collapsed in an instant.

Long!

The sky and the earth change color.

As the terror and pressure descended, day turned into night.

Behind the corpse-man Li Gui, there was a sneer, and countless gloomy ghostly auras emerged, and then an illusory human figure slowly emerged from the corrupted earth.

"icon?"

"No, the Half-Saint is not that strong. This is the pressure of the Holy Emperor. Is this the image of the Holy Emperor?"

There was a roar in his mind, and his seven orifices were already bleeding.

Cao Erzhu felt his knees trembling and almost wanted to kneel down, but he stared at the statue.

The image finally solidified!

Compared to Li Gui, who is hundreds of feet tall, he is only a normal human height, and is simply insignificant under Li Gui's body.

"who?!"

Cao Erzhu shouted loudly, unable to ignore its terrifying power, and asked: "Who are you?"

As if waking up, a faint cyan light lit up in his eyes, and then a faint red cross appeared between his eyebrows.

He slowly raised his hand...

As soon as he moved, Cao Erzhu was able to focus on other places from his face that could not be seen clearly.

This man was extremely simple, wearing a white cardigan robe, a sword on his waist, and a lamp in his hand.

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