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Ling Yan saw the right moment, bent over, leaned his body, crept out from behind the rock, and quietly came to the edge of the battlefield where the cold creatures were fighting.

If the battlefield is divided into three areas, then in the middle are the fiercely fighting walking corpses and ghosts, on the west side are numerous walking corpses and skeletons constantly waking up from the ground under the control of Ju Wuyou, and on the east side are those who obeyed Wuming. Summoned seem to be endless ghosts and ghosts.Ling Yan is currently on the west side of the battlefield, and he wants to sneak to the east side to wait for Wuming.

Before Ling Yan officially stepped into the battlefield area, some walking corpses who were sensitive to the breath of living people turned their heads around, let out dangerous roars, and rushed towards Ling Yan with teeth and claws.

A sharp light flashed in Ling Yan's eyes, and Heng Jian flicked his wrist in front of him, making a beautiful sword flower in the air.When the sword flower took shape, the surrounding corpses were torn apart and turned into large pieces of flesh and blood that fell on the ground.

People who have already died, even if their hearts are pierced, it is difficult to die again.The most effective way to deal with evil creatures such as skeletons and walking corpses is to incapacitate them, dismember them, or burn them to ashes.

Of course, the most important thing to do is to get rid of those who manipulate them.

Ling Yan turned his head and looked at Ju Wuyou, who was floating in the sky, and roughly weighed the cultivation of the two of them in his heart, and came to the conclusion: even if he breaks through the golden core stage, he is still no match for the other party.

It's still important to run away!Ling Yan's hand on the hilt of the sword tightened, and the light in his eyes was sharp and solid, and he cut the walking corpses and skeletons in front of him like chopping melons and vegetables one by one.

Compared with the center of the battlefield, the undead creatures on the edge of the battlefield are obviously much crispier.

The wide light gray robe fluttered up and down in the air, and the cold air lingered around Ju Wuyou's body. It was a little colder than the ice and snow in the coldest place in winter. One end of Wuyou's pale and blue fingertips pierced fiercely into the spines of countless roaring undead creatures below.

With a slight hook of his finger, thousands of skeletons swarmed up, tearing the translucent hideous ghost into pieces, and then the pieces turned into countless light spots and dissipated in the air.

Ju Wuyou's face was still as pale as rice paper, but it didn't mean he was powerless.Because his complexion is extremely pale, if it is not pale, it is abnormal.

Tens of thousands of ghosts behind Tiao Wuming bared their teeth and claws, his eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips curled up into a clear and shallow smile, making him even more calm and relaxed. "You can't beat me." Qi Wuming calmly analyzed, "You don't have the ability to beat me."

"To each other." Ju Wuyou replied casually with no expression on his face as usual.

It is true that he was not strong enough to defeat Qi Wuming, but likewise, Qi Wuming was not strong enough to defeat him.Between the two, it is impossible to talk about who is stronger and who is weaker. At most, there will be a tie, and then there will be a stalemate.

There is a spirit in the Demon Realm, and the spirit is divided into three souls-corpse, soul, and reincarnation.The strength of the three souls is equal, and it is difficult to distinguish between the strong and the weak.

However, Ju Wuyou still felt that he had an advantage.Because the Demon Realm is his home field, and the other party is robbing things, he only needs to drive away the bad guys and keep his "treasure".A draw is a victory for him.

"Then take your time!" Once Wuming's thoughts moved, the aura around him rose a lot in an instant.

Not to be outdone, Ju Wuyou stretched his hands into claws in front of his body, and the devil energy pulled the spine of the undead creature below, injecting powerful power into it.Tens of thousands of undead creatures roared in pain, and an even more unbearable stench emanated from their decayed bodies. Their skeletons elongated, their muscles swelled, and the runaway mode was turned on.

When the skeleton is stretched, the joints of the undead creature will not only make a weird "creaking" sound, but also spray out turbid blood.So, for a moment, blood-colored flowers sprayed everywhere among the corpses, and looking around, it seemed that a bunch of blood-red fireworks were lit on the ground.

Ling Yan among the corpses was caught off guard for a moment, and was almost blinded by the spray of blood. He quickly rolled over, avoiding the attacking sharp nails, and then with a beautiful turning sword, cut off one arm of the walking corpse.

God, what just happened?Ling Yan was very confused.Why did the group of corpses suddenly go berserk?

He raised his head subconsciously, looking at the figure of Ju Wuyou in mid-air.At this moment, after advancing for a period of time, Ling Yan has already reached the front of the battlefield. Of course, he is still at the edge.Ling Yan is very self-aware, and will never approach the center of the battlefield where the battle is fierce and undead creatures gather.

Just at this moment, Ju Wuyou's cold and dark eyes scanned every inch of the corpses.As a manipulator, he needs to keep an eye on the movement of the corpse group as a whole to ensure that they do not escape control.

Suddenly, Ju Wuyou found that the direction of undead creatures in a certain edge area was abnormal. Most of the undead creatures rushed to the center of the battlefield, but the undead creatures here formed a circle by themselves, as if they were besieging something. .

Ju Wuyou frowned slightly, the dark devil energy around him trembled, and a small wisp floated in the air, like a snake, twisting his body and swimming towards the strange edge of the corpses.This is a scout.

Long before Ju Wuyou's eyes passed by, Ling Yan bent down first, hiding himself in the shadow of walking corpses around him.Fortunately, the walking corpses around were not only numerous but also large in size, which completely covered Ling Yan among them.

Ling Yan is confident that the other party did not see him.

"Huh!" Ling Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to bend over to fight monsters, with sword lights criss-crossing in front of him, and undead creatures were cut to pieces like melons, fruits and vegetables.

He was extremely thankful that he had received the blessing of the gods before, and his cultivation base had risen to the golden core stage.If he was still in the early stage of foundation establishment, then he must not be able to deal with the undead creatures after the rampage has been strengthened so easily.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a small pitch-black snake twisting its body and flying towards him.Ling Yan was stunned for a moment, and his movements were half a beat slow. The sharp nails of the walking corpse next to him scratched three times on his face, and bright red blood flowed out from the wound.

"Hiss!" The sudden pain on the right cheek made Ling Yan gasp.He frowned, and his sword light was like a rainbow, and he killed the attacking walking corpse in one fell swoop.

Boom!The sound of walking corpses falling to the ground.

Naturally, Ling Yan would not foolishly think that the black snake that suddenly appeared was just a strange creature passing by. Obviously, it swam from the direction of Ju Wuyou, and its color was also jet black, which was exactly the same as the opponent's devilish energy.

The answer is already on the horizon.

Can't be found by it!Ling Yan didn't have time to think, turned his footsteps, and swung his sword towards the center of the battlefield.

The undead creatures in the edge area are fewer and weaker, and the distribution is more sparse, but they are also easier to be detected. In contrast, the undead creatures in the center of the battlefield are more and stronger, and the distribution is denser. Although the degree of danger is higher, but in the densely packed Among the walking corpses and skeletons, it is much more difficult to find a living person intruding.

Ling Yan didn't intend to fight in the middle of the battlefield for a long time, he just wanted to temporarily avoid the probing black snake.

He put up all his energy and poured stronger spiritual power into the saber, but the hardness of the skeleton in the central area and the ferociousness of the walking corpse were far beyond his imagination.

……

Keng!

The blade of the fine steel long sword struck the thick white bone, making a tooth-piercing collision sound, and a piece of the blade was instantly missing.The skeleton shook off Ling Yan's attacking saber, and the blue flames in its eye sockets danced faintly. It stretched out its long and slender arms, and grabbed Ling Yan's chest violently.

Ling Yan dodged and dodged deftly.

The bones of this skeleton are too hard!Harder than my sword... Ling Yan complained in his heart.

He is not in a good state at the moment, fine sweat oozes from his forehead, his breathing is a little short, and his chest is heaving and unsteady.We can't go any further, Ling Yan thought to himself.

The black snake couldn't detect anything in the edge area, so it should have left.

While thinking about it, Ling Yan raised his sword and retreated calmly, wanting to retreat to the edge area where there are fewer and weaker undead creatures.But he wanted to retreat, but the white bone skeleton in front of him refused to let him, and rushed towards him with teeth and claws.

Ling Yan hurriedly held his sword to block... a clang!The long sword broke from the middle instantly.

The closer to the center of the battlefield, the harder the skeleton becomes.

Ling Yan decisively put the broken sword back into the interspatial ring, and took out a new intact sword.As a sword cultivator, especially a sword cultivator who does not have a contracted natal spirit sword, it is naturally impossible to carry only a saber on his body.Except for poor sword repairers.

Clang!The white bone skull made another claw, and the long sword broke instantly.

Ling Yan: ...I have a saying about MMP, I don't know if I should say it or not!

The bone skeleton beat its chest with both hands, like the prelude to a male orangutan's attack.Ling Yan turned his toes slightly, his body was accumulating strength, and when he was about to dodge deftly...

Bone Skeleton suddenly stopped moving, as if he had forgotten about Ling Yan, turned and left without hesitation, and gathered towards the center of the battlefield.Not only that, but the other undead creatures around Ling Yan also seemed to be blind, and stopped attacking him with teeth and claws, but brushed past him.

There was a cold touch on his wrist, Ling Yan lowered his head, and saw a black snake biting its tail, wrapping around his right wrist like a black jade bracelet.

Ling Yan's heart trembled.

He was hugged into a cold and stiff embrace from behind, and the wide gray robe surrounded him.At that moment, Ling Yan felt that what was stuck behind him was not a person, but a piece of ice in a winter night.It makes your fingertips tremble when you touch it.

"Why are you here..." A cold voice that seemed to come from hell sounded behind Ling Yan.

Ling Yan felt that his thinking was almost stagnant, and his mind was as blank as a blank sheet of paper. If he had to say something was written on it, it must be the word fear.He was like a poor elk whose throat was bitten by a predator in the wilderness, and Ju Wuyou behind him was that ruthless predator who was grinding his teeth.

He forced himself to turn his mind, but what he thought of was not the way to escape, but... How strong is Ju Wuyou, who can control many undead creatures whose strength is far stronger than that of Jindan?Is it far above Nascent Soul?More than that.

I'm afraid that if you hook your fingers, you can annihilate yourself into a pool of blood.

Ling Yan smiled wryly in his heart: he must have offended him this time.The fancy pet tries to escape.Although Ju Wuyou's spirit is not very normal, but facing this situation, how could he not be angry?

This is what he was afraid of.

If he lost his mind at the beginning and rushed out in a panic, he would have turned into a corpse long ago, dead and gone.

"I can explain..." Ling Yan gritted his teeth.He really felt that he could still save it now.

Ju Wuyou didn't seem to hear him, hugged him tightly with his arms, rested his chin casually on Ling Yan's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "It's so late, why are you out? Is it more comfortable? I specially took it out of the Demon Realm to dry it."

At the end, he murmured like a sigh: "At night, it's best not to walk around outside, you should sleep in the house obediently."

Ju Wuyou, who has always been a man of few words, had unexpectedly many questions today, and Ling Yan didn't know which one to answer first.Fortunately, Ju Wuyou didn't care whether he responded or not.

"It's still embarrassing..." Ju Wuyou's eyes were full of concern, and she felt a little distressed. One hand was still tightly wrapped around Ling Yan's waist like a chain, and the other hand pinched Ling Yan's chin, forcefully. Make him turn his head to the right.Immediately afterwards, a bone-piercing chill blew on Ling Yan's face from the right side.

Ling Yan frowned slightly.

"Does it hurt?" Ju Wuyou asked.

Ling Yan was silent, and his long black eyelashes trembled slightly, casting two fan-shaped shadows on his cheeks.

His eyes were covered with palms again, and he was half-forced to look up. In the darkness, someone planted a cold kiss on his chin.

"You are not good. How can I punish you so that you can have a long memory?"

There was uncontrollable anger and madness in his tone.

……

"Let him go!" Qi Wuming carried countless ghosts and ghosts, and fell leisurely from the sky. The undead creatures felt his pressure and retreated involuntarily.

"Heh!" For the first time, Ling Yan heard a low sneer coming from Ju Wuyou's throat.

"What if I don't let go?" Ju Wuyou asked.He held Ling Yan even tighter in his arms, as if he wanted to embed Ling Yan in his chest, wrap him up forever, and never separate him again.

The light blue color hidden in Ju Wuyou's pale complexion became more and more intense, his eyes were fierce like wolves, he stared straight at Qi Wuming in front of him, and declared word by word: "He is mine! No one can Take him from me. No one."

Qi Wuming had no doubts about the accuracy of Ju Wuyou's words.No one can take anything away from Ju Wuyou who is in a mad state, especially Ling Yan who is in his arms now.