Chapter 202 Dangerous Village Destroyed, Disgusting Attack

Bai Mo was standing, and next to him was Ding Yumian. At this moment, she was full of evil aura. Strands of blood-ink cursed substances flew out of her body like mosquitoes, and continued to condense on a faint blue light half a foot away from her.

If you look closely, you will find that the fist-sized light, which looks like a burning flame, is connected to a thin ray of light above the blue light, and at the other end of the light, it just sinks into the center of Ding Yumian's gloomy and pale face, which looks like a dead person!

Ding Yumian has been in this state for a whole day, and the curse power around her, like blood-colored mist, is gathering more and more. However, this curse power also contains a strange vitality.

Therefore, it especially attracts the attention of the undead. I'm afraid they hide under the soil during the day and have been drooling over the fragrant smell!

As soon as the bright moon rose into the sky and the night fell on the earth, they couldn't wait to crawl out of the soil.

There were even a few of them right in front of Bai Mo. Looking at those disgusting green and yellow eyes, Bai Mo waved his hand fiercely, and his mind shot out, causing the space to vibrate and a strong wind to blow out.

“Get lost!”

The invisible force swept past, directly knocking away the undead around the two. At least a dozen corpses were smashed to pieces by the powerful force, and the undead crystals inside were shattered.

The corpses of the undead that were a little further away were all rolled down the hillside by the tremendous force, becoming obstacles for the undead who wanted to come up.

At first glance, they were all slave-level minions, but there were quite a few of them, about fifty in total, and more undead seemed to be wandering over from afar.

Bai Mo sighed. In this ancient capital, there is a coffin every five steps and a tomb every ten steps. There is a nest of undead on a small hillside. There are really a lot of them.

The moonlit door opened wide and the wind spirit flew out.

"Little Fengling, do you see those things? Kill any that come close."

Bai Mo pointed at the dark mass of undead souls at the foot of the hillside. Feng Ling waved his hand excitedly, and suddenly a strong wind blew down from the top of the hillside in all directions. The strong airflow was even more powerful than Bai Mo's force to disperse the dead, and it blew up all the rotten corpses at the foot of the hillside and blew them to a farther place.

I don't know how many were killed, but the effect was obviously good.

"Mmm?"

Feng Ling tilted his head, feeling that the effect was not very good. A strong wind could not completely kill all these guys.

"Good, let's do it this way." Bai Mo felt very satisfied. These corpses moved slowly, and would be even slower if they were crippled.

In this way, the wind spirit can always keep the undead in this area clean, but those creatures that she can't blow away with her strong wind need to be dealt with more seriously.

For example, the skeleton at the foot of the mountain, his whole body is black gold in color, the size of an adult, looks scary and evil, and has no aura, but the wind spirit cannot blow it away.

Noticing the different reaction of the skeleton, Feng Ling realized that it was a great war general. His aura emanated from his body, and he immediately condensed a long and narrow wind blade to attack the black gold skeleton.

“Crack!”

The sound of bones hitting each other was extremely loud. The black gold skeleton put his hands in front of him to block, but the bones that were harder than gold and stone were of no use at all.

It is already a commander-level wind spirit. Each wind blade is extremely condensed and sharp. Although there is nothing unusual on the surface, it is like a divine weapon that can cut hair with a blow. With just a crisp sound, the black gold skeleton's hands that were blocking in front of its body were suddenly broken, and the wind blade directly split its body in two with its remaining power.

However, for the undead, especially the skeletons, missing arms and legs are not considered serious injuries. The upper half of the body lying on the ground was directly propped up by the arms.

Then he reconnected the palm that was severed by Feng Ling, stretched forward with both hands, grabbed the falling lower half of the body, pressed it up, and his body stood up as intact as new, and took a step towards killing the two people on the hillside.

This kind of weak undead has no fear, and its only instinct is to kill and be bloodthirsty. If the undead crystal is not shattered, the undead will not really die.

Therefore, Bai Mo was not surprised by this, and just said to the stunned Xiao Feng Ling:

"These things are undead. It's useless to cut them in half. You have to break their undead crystals."

Bai Mo had seen records of the Black Gold Skeleton, a type of undead, in books. This monster had an ordinary body shape, but its skeleton weighed more than ten thousand pounds and was extremely hard. Its attack power was so strong that ordinary defensive magic could not withstand its attacks.

Their undead crystals are located within the hard skull defense.

Bai Mo stretched out his hand, his mind turned into claws, and he directly grabbed the black gold skeleton. Facing Feng Ling, he hooked his fingers and lifted up the black gold skeleton's skull.

Pointing to a black crystal inside, he said to Feng Ling, "This is the undead crystal. Smash it and the demon will die."

"Woo-ah!" Little Wind Spirit nodded seriously, indicating that he remembered everything. He raised his hand and a wind blade flashed by in an instant, splitting the undead crystal into two in an instant.

"The location of the undead crystals of each type of undead is different. Don't keep staring at other people's foreheads."

Bai Mo added a sentence, signaling Xiao Fengling to keep an eye on the undead and not let them get close, while he began to practice.

The wind spirit aimed at the rotten undead spirits that were surrounding it again. This time, there was no need for strong winds to blow them away. Its small body spun around, and a whirlwind immediately spread out. As the whirlwind spread, its size grew larger, and the wind became more and more urgent! A huge tornado covered the entire hillside!

The violent tornado was no different from the Jiexun Wind Dragon released by Bai Mo. In a breath, it rolled up a large number of corpses under the hillside. The wind wall with powerful tearing force was like a dragon claw dancing, tearing the corpses apart. All the corpses torn by the sharp claws turned into pieces of minced meat.

Eventually, it turned into a large piece of unknown objects and was thrown on the ground, not to mention the undead crystals.

If Bai Mo still had his eyes open, he would be speechless. He said it was precision guided, but how come it became fire coverage when it came to Feng Ling?

After a night of fighting, even Feng Ling felt a little tired. As soon as Bai Mo finished his training and opened his eyes, she returned to the summoning plane to sleep.

Standing up from the ground, Bai Mo looked around and saw many pieces of corpse flesh and blood. It seemed that Feng Ling killed a lot of corpses last night. I think the number of undead in this area will be less tonight?

It will take another seven or eight days for Yu Mian to refine the evil body. Bai Mo feels that he should be able to relax a little in the next period of time.

The sun in the ancient capital seems warmer than in other places, or perhaps it is because the ancient capital is too gloomy and cold at night.

The dead are the mortal enemies of the living, so when you look around this area, you rarely see dense forests, let alone animals.

Around Ding Yumian, the blood-ink curse gas became even thicker, even covering the three meters around her, forcing Bai Mo to retreat a little further.

The power of these curses was far stronger than he had imagined. At first, he was only hit by some cursed gas, and the wind of protection in his mind immediately dissipated by half.

Another sunrise.

Su Ming held the last gray garlic given by his grandfather in his hand, looking at the sunlight that represented hope in the past, but the darkness in his eyes was not illuminated.

All the people in the village died at the hands of those people. He didn't know what those black monsters were, nor who those people were, and he didn't know why they, who lived a peaceful life, would suffer such a devastating disaster.

He was buried in a grave by his grandfather for two days, ate garlic ash for two days, ate soil for two days, and listened to screaming and wails for one night.

There were also some people who sneered cruelly and made flattering voices. Su Ming wanted to rush out and fight them at that moment, but he remembered his grandfather's words.

"You must survive. The village depends on you!"

This was the third day since he had crawled out of the earthen grave. There was only one gray garlic left, and the ancient capital was still far away. All the people in the other villages he passed by were gone, and the well water was gone too.

Fortunately, he had some dry food to fill his stomach. Su Ming was not a mage, and he didn't know whether he would be alive tomorrow.

Looking in a direction away from the ancient capital, there was movement every night, with strong winds blowing endlessly, and he could also hear the howling of the dead.

He looked a little hesitant, remembering the glimpse he had secretly taken at the top of the mountain last night, a light he had never seen before.

Pursing his lips and tightening the garlic in his hand, he deviated from his path to the ancient capital.

The moon is hidden in the clouds tonight.

Release the darkness of the entire wasteland.

After the Frost Descent, the temperature becomes particularly cold, and it is even colder on the hillsides.

This is the seventh night. Through the blood-ink curse mist that has expanded to a range of five meters, Bai Mo can vaguely feel two people.

Yes, two people, one of them is Ding Yumian’s evil body!

This process was very strange. Bai Mo, who had been observing from the side, had no idea how the evil body was formed. In just an instant, she appeared without any warning.

It’s true!

Bai Mo estimated that Ding Yumian should be able to finish refining the evil body by tomorrow at the latest.

“Uh~~~~~~~~~~~~~!”

An even heavier and hoarse roar was heard. Bai Mo looked over there and saw dozens of cloth-wrapped corpses that had crawled onto the ground here at some point, and an even bigger monster.

It was twice as high as the hill where Bai Mo was standing. The hill in front of him was just a mound of earth to him!

The huge body was basically a mountain of flesh, with rolling black corpse oil dripping down from it, leaving basin-sized holes on the ground. On top of the body, there were dancing black tentacles, also dripping with highly toxic mucus.

A small commander and a team of great generals.

Bai Mo was not panicked, but he said to Feng Ling that he couldn't let the commander get close to here.

"Keep an eye on Sister Yumian here, and don't let anything get close to her."

As he spoke, he glanced towards the north. In the past few days, he had been using sound string detection to monitor the movements in the surrounding area, and there was nothing unusual at the beginning.

Until today, a figure that was originally heading towards the ancient capital changed direction and came towards him.

Bai Mo didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. The only thing he could judge was that the person's cultivation level was not high and he walked very slowly.

It’s not far from here now.

Although the opponent stopped moving forward temporarily, Bai Mo had to be on guard.

"Mm!" Xiao Fengling patted his chest and promised to take good care of Sister Yumian.

So Bai Mo quickly released the wind constellation. The light and agile stars changed rapidly in his palm. In a blink of an eye, he summoned out thousands of air currents, which were forged into a pair of huge wings that appeared behind him.

The wind whistled, and in a blink of an eye, Bai Mo appeared in front of the flesh mountain corpse minister. He stretched out his hand and clapped it, and a huge wind map expanded out, and the brilliant magic light illuminated the whole area.

"The wind is roaring!"

On the star map, a pattern like a dragon head flashed. In an instant, a strong wind blew and a wave of wind dragon suddenly surged out. The overbearing and fierce power blew away the cloth-wrapped corpses in an instant.

The Wind Dragon roared and hit the Poison-Touched Corpse Minister fiercely, causing its huge body to shake. A large piece of flesh fell off its huge chest, and a closer look revealed that it was all solidified corpse oil!

A large amount of corpse oil dripped down, pulled by his dense tentacles and splashed towards Bai Mo.

There is so much corrosive corpse poison that just smelling it can make people dizzy. Bai Mo doesn't want this thing to fall on him.

"Disperse!"

The thoughts gathered and turned into a series of palm prints, with enough power to break mountains and stop rivers, directly shattering all the corpse poison mucus that was splashed in front of it. The powerful spatial telekinesis remained unabated and collided with the dense tentacles hidden behind a layer of poison.

“Boom!”

Thunder suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and a strong airflow spread out in all directions, carrying with it broken tentacles.

After failing to hit him, the Poisonous Corpse Minister stomped his feet hard on the ground, and his entire mountain-like body slammed into Bai Mo. The corpse oil dripping from his body was like a nine-hell poison waterfall, pouring towards Bai Mo.

"Move in an instant!"

Bai Mo didn't want to face such a huge impact and the poisonous corpse oil waterfall head-on. Even if he blocked it, he would be covered in the stench of corpses.

"Void Sword Wheel!"

With a flash of silver light, Bai Mo's figure instantly appeared high in the sky.

Above the head of the Poison-Touched Corpse Minister, one after another thirty-meter-long silver giant swords condensed, and the sharp sword energy cut through the space wantonly. The seven giant swords revolved around Bai Mo's body, and suddenly they merged into a sword wheel covering a hundred meters.

The sword wheel rotated at high speed, and the sharp feeling made people feel a sharp pain just by looking at it, tearing the air and blowing up a whirlwind. The speed was extremely fast, tearing through the space and instantly reaching the top of the poisonous corpse minister's head.

With a sizzling sound, like a sharp sword cutting through cloth, the sharp sword wheel instantly cut through the layers of defense of the poisonous corpse minister. Corpse oil, flesh, bones, and finally cut off most of its head!

However, the undead crystal of the Flesh-Touched Corpse Minister did not seem to be in his head. He could not feel the pain and only felt that he was provoked by this tiny insect and allowed it to hurt his perfect body. He immediately saw the severed half of his head.

It was hard to tell whether it was a liquid of brain matter or some other strange substance. On the cross-section where densely packed bug-like things were swimming, countless dark green and ink-colored bubbles were rolling.

In just a moment, as if a volcano erupted, the dark green liquid fire column with black insects burst out and bombarded the white ink in the sky!

"This is the most disgusting attack I have ever seen in my life."

The wind wings behind Bai Mo flapped rapidly, and he shot straight into the distance like a jet plane, quickly avoiding the poisonous blood spray.

(End of this chapter)