Dao Xuanji [Civil Demon]

As the temperature got cooler, Xuanji remembered that Wen Junqing was wearing thick clothes, so she relaxed a little. She rubbed her arms, and her ears were so quiet that there were only the rustling of grass and the beating of her heart.

Just hope nothing happens.Xuanji prayed.

After walking a little further, her eyes widened.

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After Wen Junqing opened his eyes, he knew that it was time to bury the immortal.

Because she has been to this land before and walked back and forth twice, it is the road she took when she came to Bury Immortal for the first time.If I remember correctly, if I go a little further, I will hit the restriction, and a hall will appear.

Wen Junqing took out the ancient sword from his arms, and the soft moonlight shot down, and the blade trembled slightly.

"You already have a spirit, it's not mine, and you can return it right now." Wen Junqing said softly, brushing the edge of the sword with her fingertips, but suddenly felt a pain.It was actually cut open, and blood beads slowly seeped out and dripped on the ground.

The blade was still trembling.

"You are dissatisfied. Why?" Wen Junqing frowned, somewhat puzzled.She didn't notice that her blood was quickly absorbed by the ground under her feet, and it disappeared in a flash, without any trace of wetness.

Gu Jian naturally cannot speak, and can only express its emotions by trembling.Wen Junqing sighed, and decided to tell Xuanji about this, and ask her what she thought.Looking around, Wen Junqing realized that Xuanji was gone, and there was only the water and moonlight around.

Wen Junqing was worried for a while, and released all her consciousness to explore. Xuanji didn't sense it, but felt an object approaching from the ground.It is said to be an object, because it does not feel any breath of the living, but it has a lot of spiritual power.

This thing is very fast, but the distance between identifications has been shortened by a few miles.Wen Junqing frowned, and finally clenched his sword tightly, raising all his energy, the visitor was not kind.

Not long after, a blue-gray shadow appeared at the boundary of the visible range, and in the blink of an eye, it jumped in front of Wen Junqing.Fortunately, after practicing sword for a long time, Wen Junqing's body reacted one step faster than his brain. He raised his hand and used his sword to block the roaring black shadow, and a foul smell came to his face along with the black shadow, which made Wen Junqing's stomach churn.

After blocking the blow, she quickly jumped back, and finally saw clearly what "thing" it was: she could tell it was a human being by looking at her figure, but she definitely couldn't call it a human being. Her skin was blue-gray, covered with white Mao, a pair of red eyes protruding from the back of the white hair, and viscous saliva dripping from the mouth full of fangs.

"Zombie." Wen Junqing pursed his lips, covered his mouth and nose, and took another step back, extremely vigilant.

Zombies and ghosts are both transformed after death, but zombies are more difficult to deal with than ghosts.Because ghosts are transformed by the aura of obsession, they must also belong to the six realms and need to go through reincarnation; while zombies are neither gods nor demons, nor immortals nor ghosts.Not to mention the poison, the corpse gas will also paralyze the will, and the more powerful zombies can even practice spells to attack others.

But this is not what Wen Junqing is afraid of. It is not that she has never killed zombies. Dongchuan is close to the sea, and the ground is wet and the air is heavy. Folk burials are common, so corpses are easy to injure people. Wen Junqing went there when Wanyangzong was still Wanyang Academy I have been around several times to drive out zombies and ghosts for the people, and I have killed at least hundreds of zombies.

only--

Blue skin, white hair, red eyes.The one in front of him was even more dangerous than anything he had seen before.

Zombies are classified according to eye color, from high to low: red, green, yellow, blue, black; if they are classified according to body color: purple, black, and white.But this is a slate gray that I have never seen before.Moreover, if there is white hair, it is Maozhi. Maozhi is the famous copper-skinned iron bone. The older it is, the stronger it is.

Common sense says that zombies move slowly and have no sanity, but none of this applies to the one in front of you. After all, the unusually fast speed, and now that the sneak attack has failed, and you are looking at your own behavior, it is obvious that you have sanity. This is probably a zombie king levels of zombies.

Cold sweat oozes from Wen Junqing's back, and suddenly he realized why Xuanji had to bring so many ghost-hunting equipment. This burial fairy is full of aura. So many monks died when the island was opened twice. If it is so tall, it can naturally raise some difficult monsters and goblins.In the past, the people who drove in from the island had a lot of yang energy, and the aura also dissipated a little.

It's a pity that she thought Xuanji was ready and didn't bring anything with her.Zombies are already famous for their strength and solidity, this one is probably more difficult to hurt it.

A gust of wind blew, and a few leaves fell from the top of the head. At this moment, the King of Cyan Zombie launched an attack.

Seeing a phantom passing by, Wen Junqing hurriedly blocked behind with his backhand, and heard a blunt sound of the sword, and his wrist was so painful from the shock.After all, Wen Junqing is also a monk who will be able to fly through the catastrophe, but he was beaten so numb by this thing. He had never fought like this when he fought with Xuanji, who was in a state of madness. Fortunately, the sword is a good sword, otherwise he might break it immediately.

Wen Junqing recited the formula silently, drew spiritual steps on the soles of his feet, a faint golden light appeared all over his body, and a gossip magic circle rose from the ground, and blocked more than a dozen swift and fierce attacks. Qi whistling slashed towards King Qingzang, obviously it was a tricky angle that was hard to avoid, but he was dodged one by one, and only one hit.

Wen Junqing immediately took advantage of the victory to pursue the attack, gathered Qi in his palm, and then crushed it into a wisp of small dots, and threw two or three balls at King Qingzang, blowing up the ground with dust.

Wen Junqing was slightly relieved, but raised his heart again, and fixed his eyes on the place where the flying sand filled the sky.

The dust dispersed, but the King of Qingzang didn't have any scars on his body.

Seems...and pissed it off.

There were cyan spots emerging from the soles of its feet. Although it was mixed with its skin, it was still unclear, but Wen Junqing still noticed it.Before the Green Zombie King could make another move, Wen Junqing turned around and ran quickly. She would never run away in the past.only--

What would Xuanji do if she was scratched and poisoned by the corpse.

Behind her, she could hear the thing rushing on the ground and making heavy noises, like a talisman, Wen Junqing held her breath, turned left and right, and when she thought that the zombies were not as intelligent as humans and were about to escape, a A black shadow descended from the sky, and went straight to his face, Kankan blocked its attack with his sword, with such force that Wen Junqing took three steps back.

I can't even run away.

Wen Junqing was in crisis.

The author has something to say: how to describe how hard King Qingzang is to fight?Let's take the example of the king, probably a combination of Shield Mountain + Dark Letter.

Because tomorrow is Wednesday, I am very busy on Wednesday and the class is full, but my [-]-word update request has not arrived, so the second update, this chapter is for tomorrow.

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Chapter 12

Although the situation on Wen Junqing's side is a little more critical, they will be unable to deal with each other with King Qingzhou for a while, but Xuanji's side is a little tricky.

Just when Wen Junqing's fingertips were cut by the sword and blood dripped to the ground, troubles followed.

It was night now, and the moonlight was shining all over the ground. The moon was very round, and there were some bloody shadows on the edge, which was an ominous omen.

On this full moon night, a drop of high-level monk's blood is undoubtedly like a morsel of food falling into the pile of refugees, and any ghost wants to get a piece of it.

What Xuanji saw was a large group of spirit bodies, or to put it bluntly——

Hundred Ghosts at Night.

Xuanji huddled behind the bushes, and the moment she saw it, she quickly pasted a Qi Containing Talisman and another Invisibility Talisman, watching the souls scrambling past less than two meters in front of her. His appearance was tragic, his flesh and tendons were protruding, his skin was torn and his flesh was rotten.Roughly speaking, there are at least a thousand ghosts here.

Fortunately, they seemed to be rushing towards somewhere, although they smelled people's breath, but they just turned their heads, and the speed of floating didn't stop for a moment.

Xuanji stared at the direction where they were rushing, thought for a moment, and realized that it was probably Wen Junqing who made the moth, and then thought that Guixi cannibalize human blood, the other party is likely to be injured, and began to worry again.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have told her more.

It is common sense to say that ghosts only have three souls and lack seven souls.Lacking courage, their minds are not very clear, and often only the biggest obsession at the moment before death is the target of the ghost's action, and these ghosts are so large and so orderly drifting to one place, which is unusual, as if there is something They are generally controlled on command.