apocalyptic cave life

As soon as the five points of the sea pointed to the sky, several small tornadoes emerged from the ground, spinning rapidly, chasing forward more than ten meters with each turn, and doubling their diameter with each turn!

This demon's own speed is not fast, but within a mile range, nothing can escape his astral wind!

He was negligent for a while, and Zhang Shu escaped several hundred meters at once, but it was not fast enough to escape his attack range.

The devil wants to live and cannot kill, which means he can be injured!

When he can't speak, what tricks does this cultivator dare to play?How dare he deceive General Canghai who is known as "the most intelligent in the Demon Realm"! ! !

Zhang Shu is absolutely right about one thing, that is, Cang Hai has a bad temper.

With the strong wind, Ren and Feijian were blown to the point of collapse, and they were almost caught in the wind column several times.

Zhang Shu gritted his teeth: He doesn't want to be dry cleaned.

Five tornadoes, one dodged the other and came up, each one was getting bigger and bigger. Zhang Shu was lucky and wanted to rush over with the spiritual power of his body, but the tree below was swept by the tornado, so he just With half of the torn branches left, Zhang Shu couldn't resist this kind of power.

Fighting the wind with a sword is the same as hitting the air. There is no other way. The Sangzhuzi sword is controlled by the divine sense and flies back to cut the sea. Zhang Shu can only run when he lands—he can run faster on the ground than he can. Fly fast in the sky.

So if there are still people on this mountain in this year and month, they can see Zhang Shu rushing forward at a step of more than ten meters, and his body jumps or moves, bends or stretches like a martial artist as soon as he is in the air.

In the conversation just now, although Cang Hai was fooled, the "flatterer" closest to Cang Hai has almost returned to the entrance of the mine, and the nine demons who entered are probably about to come out.

Zhang Shu had no choice but to fight Cang Hai while fleeing, so that Cang Hai would be distracted from dealing with the Sangzhuzi sword, so that he could escape.

I'm afraid Yunjiu never imagined that the Qingming Sword Art can be used in this way...

Practice is really important!

The fact that the two monsters failed to catch up in person showed that his thinking was correct. Although Ling was not dead, but the serious injury could not help him, the goal was achieved.

Harassed by the mulberry and bamboo seed sword, Canghai's tornado suddenly reduced his flexibility, allowing Zhang Shu to hide and stay away. He didn't know how far Canghai's control range was, but in any case, the farther the sea was, the better it was for him, so he went desperately. run forward.

But the problem is that Zhang Shu may be able to fight Cang Hai for a while if he can be serious instead of fleeing for his life, but when he has to use his energy to escape, Sangzhuzijian is firmly at a disadvantage.

In the end, Sang Tian, ​​who was rushed to Cang Hai's side, caught him, and with a flash of blue light, he disappeared from the sword, and the flying sword returned to a wooden sword that was neither gorgeous nor sharp.

Cang Hai smiled: "How far can the sword fairy run without the flying sword?"

Sang Tian lost face and was very annoyed. At the same time, he was also afraid that Zhang Shu would slip away from under his nose and he would not be able to explain to the devil, so his face was extremely ugly.

Without the harassment from the flying sword, Cang Hai controlled Gang Fengwei and chased after him, and when he was about to catch him alive - Sang Tian crushed the wooden sword.

Cang Hai exclaimed: "Sang Tian! You!"

"Me?" Sang Tian threw away the tattered mulberry and bamboo seed sword with a look of disdain.

Cang Hai said: "You don't know what Feijian means to Sword Immortal?"

"What?" Sang Tian was still proud, and looked at the injured Ling with the eyes of a useless trash, and was about to assign Snow Leopard to chase him.

Cang Hai couldn't believe it: "You don't know...the flying sword is one with the sword fairy. The flying sword is different from other magic weapons. To refine the flying sword, you must refine the magic weapon of your own life."

"?" Sang Tian was still puzzled, and he didn't intend to listen any more.

Cang Hai finally said four words, and then he didn't want to talk to Sang Tian anymore.

"When the sword is destroyed, people die."

The group of monsters were all stunned——

After 1 minute, they chased to the place where the spiritual power disappeared. This time, every monster hoped that the cultivator would just lurk like last time and look for a chance to sneak attack.

A trail of blood was left on the snow, which pointed to a large quarry. A circular dirt road with more than four floors led to the bottom of a huge pit tens of meters deep. There were densely packed human heads among the simple work sheds and machinery at the bottom. Moving zombies, there is a large group of zombies surrounded by a place, with the eyes of a demon, you can only see these living dead tearing something, bright red.

Sang Tianqiang cheered up: "The immortal cultivators are cunning! Eighty percent of them are blindfolded!"

Cang Hai did not speak, and pointed to a clump of thorns on the steep slope under his feet.

Something just rolled down from here, rolled into the bottom of the pit, there were traces that the snow hadn't covered in time, blood, and...

A demon jumped down and retrieved a broken sack from a thorn.

Immortal cultivators call it a "kun bag", which they carry with them and never leave without dying.

Sang Tian's eyelids twitched, and he argued forcefully: "Even if this person is really dead, it's not necessarily him that His Majesty is looking for!"

Cang Hai fiddled with the Kun bag lazily, and when it broke, the contents of the bag would never be taken out again.

Ling said in his pleasant voice, "This man knows that the crown prince has not returned."

Sang Tian's face turned completely blue.

What are the zombies eating?

Anyway, it's not Zhang Shu.

At the moment when the Sangzhuzi sword was destroyed, the aura from Yiwen Fengpinlujue suddenly rushed to Zhang Shu's golden core, filling the gaps in the golden core, and made him escape the ending of the sword being destroyed.

Shushan is a great school of sword cultivators. The whole Shushan except Yunjiu is a sword fairy. If the flying sword destroys people and dies, then the weakness is too obvious.

The earth is progressing, science and technology are developing, and Jiuzhongtian will not stay where it is, which does not conform to the law of social development and does not meet the needs of human progress.

The Qingming Sword Jue given to Zhang Shu by Qixuan is new, as is Wenfeng Pinlu Jue. It can not only warm and nourish the tendons, but also save the master's life at the critical moment when the flying sword is destroyed.

It's just that the flying sword is equivalent to the heart of the sword fairy, and the damage to Zhang Shu is still quite serious if the mulberry and bamboo seed sword is destroyed.

At that time, he ran just a few steps away from the big pit, and an unknown animal was standing on the edge. The snow was too thick to avoid it, and he was hit by the out-of-control Zhang Shu, and the two rolled down together.

The bottom is full of zombies.

At the moment of life and death, Zhang Shu had a response——

Take out the tortoise shell and hold it, but the kun bag is left behind.

The spiritual power was rampant in the body, constantly further injuring the injured organs, without using the spiritual power, falling from such a high place, the acceleration of gravity alone could kill Zhang Shu.

The stone egg can not only shield the aura, but also has the characteristics of high defense. Zhang Shu bet his life on the turtle shell.

Severe pain all over the body, bleeding from the mouth and nose, plus injuries from the collision on the steep slope, and I couldn't even land in the safest position, so I could barely put the tortoise shell under my body.

Zhang Shu's luck has always been good, this time the heavens still favored him, the tortoise shell took effect at the moment of the impact, forming a layer of translucent mask, Zhang Shu hit the mask hard, bounced twice It landed on the ground and smashed to death a group of zombies surrounding it.

More zombies screamed and flocked to him. He looked around hurriedly, but there was no place to hide. Half of the simple work shed had collapsed, and half of the doors and windows had already disappeared. However, those huge construction vehicles had no place to hide because of their steel shells. , still standing.

An excavator was only two meters away from him. There was a small space between the two crawlers of the excavator and under the cab, and the other end was blocked by gravel.

Not an ideal hiding place, a steel claw pocket a few meters in the air or a tank on a concrete truck farther away are good choices, but Zhang Shu has no choice, without the flying sword, he cannot use spiritual power, and he still stands Unstable, even ordinary zombies can easily kill him.

The animal that fell together was not dead either, it seemed to be a starving bear, it screamed and rolled desperately, attracting the attention of the zombies, Zhang Shu took advantage of this time to get under the excavator, covered himself with gravel and turtle shells block up.

After the monsters came, they picked up the Kun bag, saw the bear corpse torn by the zombies, and thought it was him.

Maybe it was Canghai, maybe it was Sangtian, maybe it was other monsters. After venting their anger, killing many zombies and scraping a lot of land, a group of monsters left here.

Zhang Shu heaved a sigh of relief, and just about to faint, rustling voices came towards his hiding place.

A foot with a rotten ankle appeared first beside the tracks. The corners of the overalls were moldy, and the original color could not be seen. Pieces and pieces were still stuck to the tattered cloth, and then another foot appeared. He was still wearing shoes, and the sound of squeezing water when the shoes stepped on the solid and dirty snow, maybe the flesh in the shoes had rotted and festered, all of which indicated that this was a zombie.

At first Zhang Shu had illusions, thinking that it just walked here by accident in a daze, but it walked to the middle of the two tracks with a clear purpose, and squatted down, looking in through the gap between the stones.

It is obviously not a mutation, but there is a part of consciousness, knowing that Zhang Shu is hiding inside.

It was dark inside from the outside, and the zombie couldn't see anything, but it squatted there for several minutes, looking in persistently.

Zhang Shu endured the pain all over his body, and he didn't dare to make a sound. From the position where he was lying on his stomach, he could clearly see that the peeping eye outside had a pit like the surface of the moon, and the yellow-white pus was about to fall out. It hangs on the eyelids in place.

Zhang Shu slowly touched the pockets of his clothes, but found nothing—he habitually put everything in the kun bag, and once he lost the kun bag, he lost everything. He didn't even have a weapon like a fruit knife. nothing.

The zombie looked at it for a while, and although it didn't see Zhang Shu, it still started to move the stone. When the stone moved, the long-lost sunlight just slanted in and fell on Zhang Shu's bloody face.