super god ancestor

Chapter 83
"Funeral."

Accompanied by the shout of the ghost singing in opera tune at the front, the funeral procession was carried into the temple from the cliff.

"Damn it, what an evil cultivator!"

Zhang Sanren, who originally wanted to pretend to be dazed, found it difficult to pretend now.

Shocked with fright, he immediately jumped up, hiding behind Li Jingji as cowardly as a pig or dog.

"Brother Li, do you have any tricks?"

He gripped Li Jingji's back nervously and wobbled slightly.

"Brother Zhang, don't panic, my father died early and is protecting me in the sky."

Li Jingji knew that his father was looking at this place using fugue means, so he was not afraid.

"Cough cough cough."

Wei Yu, who was freed from the shackles of the underworld ghost in Youquan Yin, became weaker and weaker.

She could only lie down in front of the temple gate, hoping that these ghosts would do something, and she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of gongs spread, and the smiles of these ghosts were all stiff and white.

They carried the coffin, getting closer and closer, forcing the two of them to retreat to the bottom of the temple, there was no way to retreat.

"kill!"

With no way out, Li Jingji could only act first.

With the Qingming Sword out of its sheath in his hand, he charged at the Minggui who was beating the gong at the front.

The sword light is like a rainbow, driven by his true energy, with a little stellar energy.

If this sword cuts on a person's head, even a seventh-rank warrior will have his head cut off.

But it fell on the ghost, but with little effect.

"clang!"

The Qingming sword swung down, only to hear the crisp sound of gold and spear colliding.

A long white mark was cut off the ghost's neck, but his head was never cut off.

Ming Gui twisted his neck and seemed to hesitate for a while before trying to understand what happened.

Singing the funeral, the ghosts who carried the coffin and sprinkled paper all stopped.

"puff."

The coffin was put down, and the ghosts who carried the coffin stared at Li Jingji and Zhang Sanren with fierce eyes.

"They're not dead souls, they're zombies."

Seeing this scene, Li Chaoge was slightly startled.

He has seen ghosts like Zhiguai, such as the Yangui and Yingui.

Strange, I've seen it too.

The fox demon in Nanshan Village, and the black python.

But it was the first time Li Chaoge saw this zombie.

"roll!"

These ghost zombies gradually approached, their palms stretched forward, obviously trying to drag Zhang Sanren and Li Jingji onto the sedan chair by force.

Li Jingji's sword is like a gust of wind, and he uses all the key points of the fast sword recorded in "Jiazi Xijianlu".

Whenever there is a ghost zombie who wants to stretch out its claws, it will be repelled by Li Jingji.

"Brother Li, hold on."

Zhang Sanren hid behind him, observed for a while, and reminded: "These Ghost Zombies are obviously tools that were sacrificed and cultivated by people for their own use."

"They are very powerful, their bodies are like steel, but they move slowly. If you move quickly, you can block their attacks.

If we drag it on, the poisonous woman outside the temple will soon run out of oil and the lamp will dry up. As long as she dies, these unowned things will fade away by themselves. "

Hearing Zhang Sanren's words, Li Jingji turned his heart away and only looked at his eyes.

Although he was on the road during this period, Li Jingji never neglected his sword practice.

Especially the quick sword style, which has gradually reached the state of proficiency.

Even though there are so many zombie ghosts, it is difficult to touch them all at once.

Li Jingji's sword shadow was very fast, and if a ghost dared to step one foot in front of him, he would be defeated by the sword and retreated.

Gradually, the land one foot in front of him has become a restricted area for Lei Chi.

The wind and rain cannot enter.

"clang!"

Another ghost bearer who was in charge of carrying the coffin was beheaded, Li Jingji's arms and bones were already numb.

In the time of two sticks of incense, he cut at least nearly a thousand swords.

This is of course a stalemate, and it is difficult for these ghost zombies to get close, but at the same time, they have fallen into a situation of slow death.

The ghost zombies who rushed over seemed to be fearless and tireless.

But Li Jingji is a living person, only a thousand days can be a thief, so there is no reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days.

It will be a matter of time before he shrinks back and refuses to defend, and the zombie ghost breaks through the line of defense, and is captured and buried alive in the coffin.

What's more, there was also some strange feeling inside the coffin that fell on the ground.

Although he couldn't see too many ways, Li Jingji had a faint feeling that there was something more terrifying in this coffin.

If you can't take the initiative to attack, it is foolish to want to last all night.

Li Chaoge also saw the current predicament, and first used his ability to travel thousands of miles to bless the second child.

"Do you want to bless the clansman Li Jingji?"

Li Chaoge looked at the words that popped up on the system page, and chose yes without hesitation.

"Bless success, clansman Li Jingji blesses the state [a thousand equal strength], and the duration is half a stick of incense."

The 200 points of incense dissipated, only changing the duration of half of the incense.

But this blessed state is extremely useful.

"Stinky boy, there is only half a stick of incense in the bless time, you try to fight out and kill the witch of the Holy Gate outside the temple.

If there is a change, I will help you in other ways. "

The old man's voice continued to ring in Li Jingji's ears.

He felt that his strength had at least doubled.

Before Blessing, Li Jingji's comprehensive ability belonged to the peak level of the eighth rank, and there was still a gap from the seventh rank.

But when this state is strengthened, his strength in a single round is comparable to that of seventh-rank warriors over the years.

"Stab!"

When the Qingming sword was swung out again, a coffin-carrying ghost with a haggard appearance and sore hands and feet immediately cut off a piece of flesh and blood, exposing the skeleton.

However, the flesh and blood of the zombie was still white and bloodless.

Seeing the effect of the offensive, Li Jingji's confidence increased greatly: "Brother Zhang, please protect yourself well, I will go and take the head of that temptress outside the temple."

As he said that, the Qingming sword burst into sword flowers, and all the ghost zombies blocking the way were cut back.

One of the zombies sprinkled with yellow paper had its arm cut off by Li Jingji's sword, and it happened to fall beside Zhang Sanren.

"Damn it, what kind of medicine did this kid take?"

Zhang Sanren didn't have time to dissuade him, and watched Li Jingji break out of the siege, feeling quite puzzled.

Why did this guy soar in strength in the blink of an eye, and even the zombie's hard body was chopped off?

Before he had time to think about it, ghost zombies had already surrounded him.

Zhang Sanren hurriedly picked up the arm and waved it to protect himself.

"Whoever stops me will die!"

Li Jingji's sword is like a long rainbow, and his castration is endless. Whenever there are ghost zombies who dare to block the way, they will be sent flying like melons and vegetables.

Relying on this gap, he drove straight in and approached the big vermilion sedan chair.

With a stamp of the sole of his foot, Li Jingji flew up, stepped on the horizontal coffin, and rushed to the outside of the temple.

His target is the woman outside the temple.

But when Li Jingji stepped on the top of the coffin, a sudden change occurred.

A white palm shattered Coffin Chun unexpectedly, stretched out, and firmly grasped the sole of his foot.

"Xiao Langjun, you should be buried with me."

A charming voice came slowly, and Li Jingji's heart shuddered.

(End of this chapter)