Article 553

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The ink burned and I thanked him, and I was about to catch up. Mei Hanxue stopped him again.

"etc."

"Brother Mei, is there something wrong?"

"Yes. The Palace Master and Mrs. Rong are old friends. She was worried and asked me to go back and see the two people from the Rufeng Sect. How are they? Are they still outside?"

Hearing this, Mo Ran felt relieved and said: "They are still waiting outside, and Nangong Si has cast a binding spell on himself. But Huang Xiaoyue has gone out, and I am afraid he will do something to embarrass them again. Please, please Take care of me more."

Mei Hanxue pursed her lips, said no more, pointed her toes, and disappeared at the end of the barrier.

Mo Ran no longer delayed and immediately rushed to the large army.

Strangely enough, he originally thought that with so many corpses, he should have seen the remains of his own people on the road, but he didn't. There were chopped up corpses and rotting flesh everywhere. It was disgusting, but there was no trace of anything mixed with it. The remains of a monk.

Is it because all the leaders brought here are elites?

He didn't have time to think about it in detail, and immediately threw himself into the battle to clean up the foothills. If just now he was walking along the place where everyone had already fought, and those zombies had been reduced to little combat power, then now that he got started, he felt even more strange.

too easy.

He felt that he was not fighting an evil spirit at all, but simply killing ordinary people who had no strength to restrain themselves.

This situation made him feel uneasy, and he vaguely had a terrifying suspicion...

"Drink and giggle——"

Suddenly, a zombie hung from the big tree in front of him, with disheveled hair, and stretched out his hand to pinch Mo Ran's neck. The ink suddenly swept back, and the zombie immediately turned its head, its nostrils twitched, and one hand grabbed his shoulder, trying to bring the ferocious and rotten face over.

The ink burned was extremely disgusting, but he still took the opportunity to observe first, then raised his foot and kicked it hard, knocking it over among the corpses that came up, knocking down several carrion corpses that came over.

"Ink burns!"

At this time, Xue Meng also called, and he was back to back. Xue Meng was panting, with some black blood splashing on his cheeks, his eyes were like lightning, and he said in a deep voice: "What's going on? These corpses are just a joke. ?Playing human-sea battle? Why are you so weak!"

Mo Ran's eyes were cold and filled with chill. The Immortal-Stepping Emperor in his previous life had read all kinds of evil arts, and he already had a vague guess in his mind, but at this moment there were not enough clues, so he couldn't make a conclusion yet.

Mo Ran bit his back molars and said: "These are not the corpses of monks. They are ordinary people."

"What?!" Xue Meng was startled and asked sideways, "People are fucking rotted into black ash, like charcoal, how can you still tell if they are monks? I can't even fucking tell if they are I can’t even tell the difference between a boy and a girl!”

Mo Ran did not answer directly, but said: "If I fight with you, I have no time to dodge, and you grab the shoulder, what will happen to you?"

"...Why did you expose your shoulder to me? This is a taboo in fighting. No disciple of eleven or twelve years old would make such a mistake."

"Why is it such a taboo?"

"The spiritual core is so close! If I grab your shoulder, it's equivalent to grabbing half of your spiritual core. If you stab your other hand into your chest, it will immediately determine your life or death!"

Mo Ran said: "Okay, a zombie just caught me like this -"

Xue Meng was shocked: "Why are you so careless? Are you dying?!"

Mo Ran interrupted him: "It didn't move."

"ah?"

"At such a close distance, it didn't even think of attacking my spiritual core with another hand. For cultivators, protecting one's own spiritual core and attacking others' spiritual cores when close have become a bone-deep habit, just like As you said, eleven or twelve-year-old Xiao Xiu would do this. Even if he turns into a zombie after death, his habit of hand-to-hand combat will not change, but this corpse did not do this."

Mo Ran paused and said in a deep voice.

"Why not do it? There are two possibilities. It can't be done. I can't think of it."

Xue Meng: "..."

Mo Ran said: "With sound hands and feet, the opportunity is rare, it is impossible to do it. So I can only think about it. ... I am afraid that most of these corpses were ordinary people when they were alive, and they will not be the opponents of these elites after they die. , so until now, no one has been injured.”

Xue Meng was shocked: "How could this happen? What was Xu Shuanglin doing in Huangshan when he wanted to gather so many ordinary people? If he has such mental power, why doesn't he control the monks?"

Mo Ran said: "It's the same as the possibility just now, two kinds, can't be done, unexpected."

"How could he not think of it!"

"So there is only the last one left. It can't be done." Mo Ran's eyes were heavy, and the damn sparks splashed in his eyes, like boiling molten iron falling into the night ocean, "Xu Shuanglin's spiritual power is not enough to use the Zhenlong chess game. Control so many monks."

"Then it's useless for him to control these soft-footed shrimps?" Xue Meng kicked back a bunch of zombies again, and was dumbfounded. "What can I do? What can I stop?"

Mo Ran didn't say anything anymore, and the speculation in his heart became more and more clear.

He looked at the zombies fighting with everyone, and soon he discovered an extremely strange phenomenon: those corpses with their hands, feet, and heads cut off would immediately have tiny vines stretching out and stabbing them directly after they fell to the ground. It entered their chests, and then with a "pop" sound, the chest flesh, including the heart, was suddenly thrust into the ground and disappeared.

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