Chapter 72: Artificial Ghost Soldiers (Part 2)

The corpse held a shield in his left hand, with a black mist coming out. Two swords appeared in Long Yu's hand again, with a half-moon protective shield on the sword. The corpse hit Long Yu's protective shield with his shield, and a spider web-like crack appeared. Long Yu stepped back and almost fell to the ground.

Long Yu looked at his body as if it was shaken by purple flames. The corpse rushed towards Long Yu again, and a shield pressed on Long Yu's protective shield. A wisp of black mist passed through Long Yu's protective shield and cut Long Yu's face. Long Yu felt as if his face was cut by a knife, and a stream of bright red blood flowed from his face.

Long Yu looked at the scars on Zi Zi's face and saw no signs of healing. He panicked and felt a sense of fear spreading through him. He was filled with sadness and didn't know why it was like this. It was like a wound that became infected.

"Master, wake up." Long Yu was awakened by the voice of the Zong Ling. He shook his head and looked at the Dao in front of him. A huge sword appeared in front of Long Yu's chest and blocked the knife of the corpse. The huge sword in front of him grew into fragments, "Two tears in vain, the warrior buried his body in the yellow sand."

Long Yu suddenly realized that death is just a process, and living is another process. Long Yu looked at the corpse with a look of death in his eyes, and the sword in his hand turned from invisible to a fearless will.

Long Yu pointed his sword at the corpse with his right hand, and a purple lightning bolt hit the corpse from the sword. The corpse used the shield to block the purple lightning from Long Yu's ears, and the shield mountain emitted a lightning bolt that spread throughout the corpse's body. Long Yu rushed towards the corpse with a serious face, holding an invisible sword in his hand, and purple lightning bolts were emitted from the sword.

Long Yu's sword pierced into the corpse's shield, and the corpse suddenly disappeared. Long Yu looked at the blade with black threads on his stomach. A black air that destroyed his body spread throughout his body. Long Yu lay on the ground, unable to move.

Long Yu suddenly remembered the time when he met the corpse. He looked just like the corpse before. The blood in Long Yu's body was drained by the corpse. A human footprint stepped on Long Yu's body. Long Yu didn't know whose footprint it was, but he felt helpless.

"Master, extract the black mist, counterattack, and take back your blood." Long Yu heard the voice of Zong Ling, and Long Yu thought about it and it was right. Since this is the rule of the game, he should be able to use the things that he could originally use.

Long Yu tried to extract the black mist, but he couldn't absorb it at all. A hand pressed on his back, and the ghost energy in his body kept evacuating. Long Yu didn't know how long it had been, and the ghost energy on his body disappeared. Long Yu sat on the ground and looked at the person in front of him, who was full of ghost energy. Since he was a zong spirit.

Long Yu began to panic, and moved his hands closer to Zong Ling. A black mist surrounded Zong Ling, and Long Yu's hands were cut by the ghost. Zong Men's eyes were filled with black air, and his whole body was covered with black air. "Master, don't be afraid. You can walk the rest of the road of cultivation." Long Yu watched Zong Ling stand up and walk inside step by step.

Long Yu was about to take two steps when the flesh on his body kept falling off. Long Yu didn't care about his body and grabbed Zong Ling's arm. Long Yu felt like he was cut by a knife. Long Yu endured the pain and held Zong Ling tightly. "Can we go on together? Let's cultivate together and go home together."

Zong Ling shook off Long Yu's hand and walked away into the black fog without looking back. Long Yu was thrown down by Zong Ling and fell heavily to the ground. He only heard a word, "OK". Zong Ling disappeared in front of Long Yu. Long Yu crawled on the ground, and his bones turned into dust in the air.

Long Yu's Dao body ran out of his body, and the road under his feet felt very heavy, as if it was embedded in the ground. Long Zhu burned his Dao body and took a difficult step, and the Dao body began to atomize. Long Yu still walked, and there was no Dao in his heart. I don't care what road is ahead.

Long Yu had only one thought in his mind: if he went in and fought side by side with Zong Ling, Zong Ling must know something that he didn't know. Long Yu's underground body turned into a raindrop. It dripped on the ground and disappeared in an instant.

Long Yu's soul felt exposed on the ground. He tried to walk over and continue burning his soul. He took only two steps before his soul was burned out. Long Yu's weak consciousness walked on the ground. He took three steps and turned into part of the air.

(Global End)

(It's that easy)

There were traces of wasps blowing across the ground, and dust covered the white bones on the ground. A tiny crack appeared in the air, and as time passed, a skeletal hand emitting black air appeared in the crack. The skeleton loosened its hand, and a drop of water fell from the skeletal hand. As the water flowed, a drop of fresh red blood fell on the water drop.

The white-bone hand disappeared into the crack, and as the white bones disappeared, the crack disappeared again. The water drops fell on the ground and turned into a body. The body slowly opened its eyes and sat on the ground. Long Yu touched his body and found that it was intact from top to bottom. Looking at the spiritual space, there was no change at all. Long Yu called out to Zong Ling, but did not mention Zong Ling's figure at all.

Long Yu looked inside the ring, and saw a book with black air coming out of it, and there was no font on it. Long Yu looked at the book and saw a simple dragon shape and nothing else. Long Yu held it in his hand and saw that the book was very special.

Long Yu changed the book in his hand into a Bagua Shuanglong Sword, and changed it into a Qin in front of him. Long Yu found that he could change it as long as he thought of it. Long Yu thought about it and made the book turn into the appearance of a Zong Ling. Long Yu looked at the Zong Ling in front of him, standing in front of him with an expressionless human figure.

Long Yu stroked the face of the sect spirit in front of him with his right hand, and tears came out of his eyes, "Why did you save me? Why did you exchange your life for mine?" Long Yu sat on the ground, looking at the expressionless sect spirit in front of him, Long Yu hit the ground with both hands, "Qingyun Sect, Baimei Ancient Tomb, you wait, as long as I am alive, I will make sure that your sect spirits are buried with me."

Long Yu looked up at the sky, and with a sense of resentment in his heart, a sword appeared in Long Yu's hand, and he stabbed it into the air. Long Yu left two lines of words on the ground. "I will definitely massacre the Qingyun Sect and the Hundred Demons Tomb. I will never forget my ambition in this life."

Long Yu walked in front of Zong Ling and glanced at him. There was a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and then he looked at the front with a fearless look. Long Yu took out a black robe from the ring and put it on himself. "From today on, my name is Fengqi. When the wind rises, it will be the day when I, Long Yu, go to die."

Long Yu walked to the ground, the breeze blew Long Yu's black robe, and he held a black book with a dragon pattern in his hand. The dust under Long Yu's feet kept floating as he walked on the ground. Long Yu's figure walked into the dust, his eyes emitting purple light. If you look carefully, you will see a white gas emitting from the purple light.

Long Yu walked to a place that looked like a village, with broken mud walls and several corpses with black air on the ground. Long Yu ran over with an invisible sword in his right hand. Long Yu put his hands together above his head, and a huge sword appeared in the sky. The huge sword was emitting a golden light, and there was a sword aura of death on the sword.

Long Yu put down his hands, and the giant sword in the sky fell quickly. The small village was lifted up by a cloud of dust. Long Yu walked on the road without looking back, without any ripples in his heart. He looked at the mark left under his feet, and three rotten corpses with black gas ran towards him.

Long Yu's mouth twitched, and he threw the black book in his hand at the corpse. In his right hand, a golden sword with purple lightning appeared. Long Yu ran towards them. Long Yu looked at the three corpses moving slowly in front of him, and Long Yu stabbed the back of the corpse that was close to him at the spinal cord. Then he turned over and stabbed the spinal cord of another corpse.

The corner of Long Yu's mouth twitched, and he jumped into the air towards the corpse in front of him and chopped down on the corpse's head.

Long Yu took two quick steps, holding the black book in his left hand, and retracted the invisible sword with his right hand. Long Yu turned a page and looked at the words on the book, "The weakness of the primary man-made inferior corpse is at the top of the upper skull, at the connection mark of the posterior spinal cord bone."

Long Yu closed the book and continued walking on the road. The three corpses behind him turned into white powder and disappeared in the air. Long Yu had a question in his mind. Who spent so much time making these corpses that looked like people who had just started practicing? Then where were the corpses that could reach the level of ghost soldiers that he had encountered?

Long Yu really couldn't figure out what these people's intentions were. Long Yu shook his head and looked at the road ahead. There was a high mountain about 3,000 meters ahead, with thick black fog in the sky. Long Yu walked on the road, and used his spiritual sense to scan the movements around him at all times.

It's not that Long Yu is cautious, but Long Yu doesn't want to encounter what happened in the black fog again. Long Yu can remember clearly that in the black fog, Zong Ling was defeated by a man named Wei He from Qingyun Sect in order to protect himself.

Long Yu hated himself even more, hating himself for not being strong enough, so Bill would repeatedly plot against him. Long Yu clenched his fists and walked on the yellow sand road. Long Yu walked for a while and saw the sky raining, the rain was like ink. Long Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the piano with both hands, playing the soothing song alone, a light with purple flames formed a protective shield.

The ink rain fell on Long Yu's protective cover, and the ticking sound reached Long Yu's ears. Long Yu still concentrated on playing his own soothing song. Long Yu's mind was very peaceful and was not affected by the ticking sound at all. Long Yu played thirteen times, and the ticking sound became very small. Long Yu still closed his eyes and played, and did not relax his mind at all because of the ticking sound.

I don't know how long it took, but when a ray of sunlight shone on Long Yu's face, Long Yu was willing to put down the zither in his hand and slowly stood up. Long Yu looked at his hands, then at the zither surface. He didn't know when the strings had broken, but he was still playing the song.

Long Yu put his hands on the piano and played the piano gently. The five notes of Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu appeared. He looked at the piano in front of him with a bitter smile. Long Yu shook his head and watched as the black fog in the distance became thicker.