Chapter 2054 Corpse Man

After passing through the sky full of holes, Zhou Shu fell into the world.

This is a strange and mature world.

The Xuanyuan Sword had been put away, and Zhou Shu was ready to fight, but after waiting for a while, nothing happened.

According to common sense, when a powerful being like Zhou Shu appears in a world, it will definitely attract attention. The will of heaven and earth, the way of heaven, and powerful practitioners in the world will all appear to block or communicate, but nothing happens.

No way of heaven?

It’s not too strange. Many realms don’t have the Way of Heaven. Even mature realms may have a vacuum of rights.

Is the will of heaven and earth sleeping?

It's possible.

But if no cultivator appears, there is no way to explain it. Is there not a strong enough cultivator in this world?

Zhou Shu shook his head and swept down.

His brows furrowed slightly, and everything he could see was a dead gray.

The whole world is surrounded by gray fog, and there is no trace of spiritual energy in the gray fog, but there is an extremely strange aura. The aura is difficult to describe, like a living death machine.

Needless to say, the desire to die is the desire for death. It will only be generated when everything comes to an end and all thoughts are in vain. This is clear when you understand the law of life and death.

How could there be so many fatalities in one world? What's more, these dead machines are still active.

It is hard to imagine that anyone can survive in these situations of death. Even practitioners with extremely strong vitality will be infected by the situation of death and unconsciously lead to death.

Zhou Shu somewhat understood why those people were desperate to leave. In such a world, it would be difficult for anyone to survive.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a sound of fighting.

Zhou Shu heard the sound and looked over, seeing that the fight was coming from a valley not far away.

A group of people are attacking the valley, while a few people in the valley are struggling to hold on with their formations.

"The spiritual stones are almost used up and the formation is almost gone. What should I do?"

A middle-aged practitioner shook his head, looking anxious.

The old man stood up and said in a deep voice, "I'm going to be the leader and hold on a little longer."

"So what if it's gone? How long can it last? It will be gone soon."

The middle-aged woman sighed, "Forget it, don't go. Wait until the formation breaks and see if you can rush out. If not, you will die. We will suffer while we are alive."

A young man clenched his fists and said fiercely, "If I had known earlier, I would have run away with Grandpa Xu and the others. Maybe there would be a chance."

"In fact, no matter what you do, you will die..."

The middle-aged man shook his head, with infinite sorrow in his eyes, "Damn it, how did our Five Food World become like this..."

Boom!

With a loud noise, the formation collapsed, and a large group of people rushed in.

In fact, they are no longer human, just like refining corpses.

Their whole bodies were gray and dry as firewood, their eyes were gray and without a trace of luster. There was no trace of life on them, only endless death, and no soul could be felt. However, their strength was surprisingly strong. Each punch and kick shook the body. The valley roars from time to time.

"Fight!"

The young man shouted and rushed over. His cultivation level was only in the Golden Core realm. As soon as he rushed into the crowd, he was knocked away and fell to the ground, blood spurting out.

"Ning'er!"

The woman screamed in grief and immediately rushed over. The others also rushed out and fought with the group of non-human beings.

After a while, a few fell down. Only the old man was still holding on, but it seemed that it was only a few breaths away.

The old man looked at the screaming young man, filled with grief and anger, and unconsciously roared to the sky, "Damn God, what are you doing! We are practicing hard, but why do we have to suffer such a crime? God, please look up and see , what has become of the world of food now, why, why!”

The zombies gathered around them, and nothing but death could be seen on their expressionless faces.

The old man stopped resisting and hugged the young man with his eyes closed, waiting to die.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

A figure disappeared and appeared in the strong wind. With a wave of his hand, all the refining corpses turned into powder and no bones remained.

The old man sensed all this and quickly opened his eyes, only to see a young monk standing in front of him with a strange little beast on his shoulder and a solemn expression.

Of course it’s Zhou Shu.

He finally saw someone who could communicate with him, so he couldn't just die like this.

The old man stared at Zhou Shu, but didn't know what to say. Zhou Shu smiled lightly, raised his sleeves and pulled the young man up, but there was no movement. The young man's pale face suddenly turned red, and his consciousness quickly recovered. He looked at The surrounding scene was filled with confusion and sadness.

There was a lot of hatred in his eyes, but he didn't move too much. He didn't cry or make trouble.

"Thank you, senior, for saving your life!"

The old man knelt down and kowtowed several times to Zhou Shulian.

Zhou Shu seemed to be thoughtful. The old man's language was not difficult to understand. Even without the Lucky Beast translator, he could still understand it.

The old man raised his head and begged, "Senior, get out of here as soon as possible! There will be zombies coming, much more powerful than these, they can't kill them all... If possible, senior, can you take us for a ride?"

"There's no rush yet."

Zhou Shu shook his head and said calmly, "I have some things I want to know, and you have to tell me."

Before the old man could speak, the young man stood up and saluted, "Thank you, senior, for saving your life. Whatever senior wants to know, we will tell you."

Zhou Shu smiled slightly, "Who are you?"

The old man said slowly, "Senior, we all come from the same family, the Wen family of Wenting Mountain. I am the patriarch Wen Yiyuan, and he is my grandson Wen Ning. Our family used to be prosperous, but now... only There are only two of us left.”

The young man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Zhou Shu nodded, "Corpse people, were those corpse people just now? When did they appear?"

"Yes, senior, he is the damn corpse man."

Wen Ning nodded vigorously, "Senior, maybe he just came out of the mountain? I don't know that the world has completely changed now. About a thousand years ago, some practitioners did not die after they died, but became such corpses. They They have no consciousness and kill everyone they see, and the people they kill will soon turn into zombies like them... At first there were not many, but now there are more and more, and the whole world is full of them."

Wen Yiyuan added, "Those corpses are not afraid of anything, and their cultivation is even better than in life. They move with great indescribable power. They are no match at all. So we built many cities for defense, but now There aren’t many left, there is one 170,000 miles away…”

"Senior, senior! It's still too late for us to rush there."

He looked into the distance with much trepidation.

Not far away, a group of black figures were approaching, so dark that their number could no longer be seen clearly.

Zhou Shu remained motionless and said slowly, "The Corpse Man shouldn't be able to use resources and grow, right? You cultivators can use resources to cultivate, have a constant supply of reserves, and can gradually become stronger. Why are you being forced by the Corpse Man? To this point? Besides, isn’t there some big sect that’s coming forward?”

"Big sect? Resources?"

Both of them were stunned.

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