Chapter 243: Cemetery in the Monument

Countless skeletons held the swords in their hands, standing solemnly in the same place, looking at the same place.

They didn't speak, and they didn't know how to speak.

The cemetery was very quiet.

The monks looked at the standing skeletons and the swords in their hands, and for no reason they felt that the skeletons were like a well-trained army. Perhaps in ancient times, those sects did not exist like the sects today, with teachers recruiting disciples, but like the secular dynasties today, they would form an army.

The blood in the monks' eyes did not fade. They just looked at the skeleton army at this moment, and didn't know what they were thinking.

After a while, a skeleton came out of the team with a sword in his hand, came to a monk, raised the sword in his hand, and chopped off his head with one sword.

The sword, which looked like it had been decayed for who knows how many years, seemed extremely sharp at this moment, as if it just swung lightly and chopped off the monk's head.

The head rolled on the ground like a round ball.

Then the skeleton made a very obscure syllable, and it was impossible to make out what it meant.

People woke up from their dream and came to their senses.

"Go!"

A monk shouted, turned around and ran to the periphery.

But it was still a moment too late. The skeletons came towards the crowd with swords in hand. The green light in their eyes looked extremely terrifying at this moment, like evil spirits from the abyss!

It was noisy here all of a sudden. The army of skeletons scattered, holding swords and heading towards these monks, carrying the smell of death.

The wind suddenly blew in the cemetery, and it was extremely cold, as if it came from the deepest part of hell.

A monk bumped into the skeleton in front of him. In a panic, he offered a talisman. In just an instant, the talisman between his fingers began to burn. A fire dragon appeared out of thin air and roared towards the skeleton. In just an instant, it submerged it. However, before the flames were extinguished, the skeleton walked out of the flames.

The talisman had no effect on it.

The flames could burn people to death, but what if he had already died?

>  The skeleton walked out of the flames, then raised the flaming sword in his hand and chopped down the monk's head.

When the flames touched the monk's body, they first made a hissing sound, and then there was a smell of burnt fur, which was very unpleasant.

If you look closely, you can find that there is still some oil coming out of the broken neck.

When the skeleton army was killing people, some monks had crushed various life-saving instruments in their hands and fled into the distance.

But at this moment, as the skeleton standing in the middle suddenly picked up the sword in his hand and stabbed it heavily into the ground, a series of violent auras suddenly surged out, and at the border of the cemetery, it suddenly vibrated, and a crack appeared there, and a gap was opened very quickly at the border of the cemetery. The crack just wrapped up the entire cemetery, and then huge stone tablets emerged from the crack and spread upward at an extremely crazy speed.

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Chen Chao was the first person to find something wrong. When he ran away, the skeletons had not moved, but without cultivation, even if his body was strong, he could not run very fast. So when he reached the border of the cemetery, the stone tablets had already emerged from the crack. Countless huge stone tablets surged out from the ground, like tombstones?

No wonder there were no tombstones in those graves before.

Chen Chao didn't have time to think about it, and chopped the huge stone tablet with the broken knife in his hand.

He didn't know the origin of the broken knife, but since the black material on it fell off and the original sharpness of the broken knife was exposed, this broken knife has almost never been at a disadvantage when colliding with other magic weapons. Chen Chao even felt that the broken knife in his hand was sharper than the flying sword of ordinary sword cultivators. When he saw Yu Xiyi's flying sword, he even wanted to compare it with that flying sword.

This time, the broken knife collided with the stone tablet, but it didn't leave any trace on it. With sparks flying, Chen Chao's knuckles were shocked and hurt.

Although it was a knife without cultivation, according to the sharpness of this broken knife, it still didn't leave any trace on the stone tablet, which was enough to explain the problem.

Chen Chao watched the stone tablets rushing towards the sky, feeling a little helpless.

Without cultivation, he couldn't get over here at all, and he also had a hunch that even if he could reach the top of the stone tablet, he was afraid that he couldn't leave here at all.

Chen Chao frowned, his face became very ugly. .🅆.

Chen Chao turned around suddenly, and a rotten sword was already slashing towards his head!

The rust on the sword was still falling down while it was swinging, and Chen Chao could already smell the rotten smell.

The smell in the air was very unpleasant.

Chen Chao raised the broken knife and collided with the sword!

There was no violent sound, only a rustling sound, and countless rust fell downwards!

The falling rust was blown up by the wind and rushed towards Chen Chao!

Chen Chao rolled up his sleeves and rolled towards the rust, but the cuffs were quickly torn open, and the cuffs were broken into strips of cloth.

But fortunately, the broken knife did not fall behind this time, and it actually swung away the sword.

Chen Chao did not hesitate, took a step forward, and chopped at the head of the skeleton.

The skull flashing with a faint green light turned its head, but still could not dodge the knife.

The broken knife chopped down from the middle, and the skull was cut open by the sharp broken knife, and then the two faint greens disappeared and were never seen again.

After the head was cut open, the bones scattered and turned into a pile of bones.

The rotten sword also fell and shattered all over the ground, turning into real rust.

Chen Chao took a deep breath and looked down at the hand holding the knife. The tiger's mouth had been shattered and blood was slowly flowing out.

When the knife was cut down just now, it seemed smooth, but in fact it took a lot of effort. With the current state of no cultivation, if you can't leave here, I'm afraid you will die here from exhaustion.

The story of that peerless warrior will definitely be staged here, but this time, the only difference between Chen Chao and that peerless warrior may be that he will definitely have many people die with him.

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The screams have always been there, and they are getting more and more intense.

Those monks were not Chen Chao, they did not have unparalleled physique, nor sharp broken knives. When facing these bones, they did not have many means to deal with them.

So they died quickly.

Screams continued to appear here.

And then continued to dissipate.

This may not be a cemetery, but a real hell.

Not all monks have no ability to resist. Some monks from large sects have their own secret sects, and they are constantly using those magical instruments that can have great power without using cultivation, while those monks from small sects are much more miserable.

At this moment, life is worthless. The gap between monks and the gap between sects are fully reflected at this moment.

Many bones were destroyed by those monks in various ways, and then turned into a pile of bones.

In fact, they should have been buried underground and would never appear in the world.

But if you want to blame, blame these monks for digging them out of the grave and letting them come back to the world.

If they knew that the ending would be like this, I wonder if they would regret their original actions.

The answer is not necessarily affirmative.

The monks fought with the bones, and Chen Chao watched the battle from a distance. During this time, he broke several bones and observed something.

Soon, he found the problem.

Among the tombs, there was a seemingly ordinary bone that did not join the battle. He stood there and uttered some difficult-to-understand syllables from time to time. As he uttered those special syllables, the bones on the battlefield moved accordingly.

Chen Chao understood that this bone was the leader of this army of bones.

In other words, to solve the current dilemma, I am afraid that he must be solved first.