Chapter 41 The Living Dead This is tacit understanding, warmth and secret joy.

The same cold voice echoed, revealing the inexplicable tacit understanding between the two. At the same time, a powerful sword energy formation was aroused in the yellow sand.

The red sword energy that roared out from Tianxing Chixiao and the water-blue sword light that Wen Zhiyu flew out together.

Zelan raised his hand and grabbed the whip tightly.

The crescent-white jade slip floated slightly in Han Xunzhen's palm, emitting faint blue light.

The small bell on Bai Lingling's waist fluttered in the wind, and as she moved her fingers, it turned into thin threads that faintly surrounded the five people, forming a protective posture.

The five-man team that was temporarily formed now vaguely formed a defensive formation.

Xie Tingyu, who was in the center of the formation, cut his finger, and the bright red blood followed Xie Tingyu's guidance and slowly flowed into the red hilt of Tianxing Chixiao's sword.

Tianxing Chixiao trembled violently, and the dark red shadow behind the sword floated beside Xie Tingyu.

"rise!"

Xie Tingyu's eyes were cold, and his pupils were flashing with purple-gold light.

The blood lines formed by her blood were like dragons swimming in the wind and sand, making the yellow sand hide away in a humane way.

But he was trapped by the blood line and couldn't move.

Xie Tingyu slightly raised the corners of his lips, taking the warmth and the black fur in his hand.

Under the gaze of the four people, the body rushed out not far away, breaking through the barrier of yellow sand and stirring up powerful waves.

Xie Tingyu threw out the furry weapon and shot out a sword at the same time. Tianxing Chixiao turned into a red light and flew out. In the blink of an eye, Tianxing Chixiao was pinned in the air. She stretched out her hand and spun the sword.

An extremely obvious "crackling" sound and roar rang out from mid-air, and Xie Tingyu shot back with Tianxing Chixiao in his hand.

“That’s it.”

The black furry shadow disappeared in the yellow sand. Now in Xie Tingyu's hand was Tianxing Chixiao, who still retained the murderous aura, and a black figure in the other hand.

Xie Tingyu clenched his five fingers and tightened them tightly.

The black figure was shaking, and everyone heard a low roar coming from him.

Xie Tingyu became impatient and a look of disgust appeared on his face.

She smiled unfriendly, exerted force with her hands, and the black figure could not escape, and the black mist around the body faded away.

A thin body was revealed, and apart from the areas covered by tattered clothes, slightly grayish skin was faintly visible.

"hiss."

The figure roared at Xie Tingyu.

Bai Lingling blinked, and a small red bell on her waist rang wildly. The rapid sound made everyone immediately realize that this thing was not comparable to the monster just now.

"What is this?" Han Xunzhen held the jade slip and suppressed the urge to knock the skinny figure on the head. "Where did the monster go?"

Ze Lan showed an expression that was hard to describe, "It was eaten."

Han Xunzhen originally thought so too. Since his senior sister said so, even though Xie Tingyu didn't say anything, this might be the truth.

It still feels a bit disgusting.

It looks like it crawled out of a grave, with a skinny body, messy long black hair, red eyes, and throbbing blood vessels hidden under the exposed skin on its neck.

Wait, how can a dead person still have a pulse?

The more Han Xunzhen looked at it, the weirder it seemed to him. Now, except for Xie Tingyu, no one else seemed to understand it. Han Xunzhen thought it would not be a mistake to ask a question.

So he asked straightforwardly: "Is this thing a dead person or a living person?"

Hearing this, Xie Tingyu glanced at him and said three words lightly, "Living Dead."

Han Xunzhen choked and rolled his eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"It is indeed called the Living Dead." Ze Lan glanced at him and said, "If you have nothing to do, go to the library and read more books, so that people from other regions won't think that people from the Western Regions are illiterate and uncultured."

Ze Lan's calm and composed voice was even more sarcastic. Han Xunzhen's eyes widened, unable to refute for a moment.

Xie Tingyu grabbed the thin figure by the back of his collar. The thin figure made a hoarse and unpleasant sound and it was impossible to understand what he said.

The skin on his face was so wrinkled that it was hard to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

Xie Tingyu stuck a scarlet talisman on the back of the thin figure's head and tapped a dot of her blood in the center.

In the warm and unusually calm sight, the drop of blood merged into the scarlet spell, faintly emitting golden light, filled with divine colors.

"Just know that he is a living dead. There is no time to think about other things right now." Ze Lan pressed Han Xunzhen's shoulder.

There was a threat in those beautiful eyes.

Han Xunzhen was like a quail again and kept his mouth shut.

"This is a living dead from the Five Poison Sect, and it can also eat monsters. It seems that this is not the secret method of refining that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Five Poison Sect." Xie Tingyu sighed and frowned.

The thin figure's red eyes were filled with resentment, which made Xie Tingyu look curious.

"Is this thing still conscious? The last time I saw something like this, it wasn't like this." Xie Tingyu's voice was nonchalant.

In fact, except Wen Zhiyu, everyone else was shocked by Xie Tingyu's strange methods.

Although the mortal disciple that Yunheng Sword Master accepted as an exception must not be a mediocre person, Yunheng Sword Master is not someone who can use such a strange method.

Yunheng Sword Master is very powerful in combat and is one of the best in the entire Lingtian Realm.

But everyone knows that he is a master in swordsmanship, but no one knows that he is also accomplished in ghost spells.

At present, Xie Tingyu's methods are very skilled, and it doesn't seem like he can learn them in a short period of time.

I'm afraid that she herself is not just a mortal body.

Han Xunzhen only felt that she was blinded by the rumors and had a preconceived idea without thinking of this aspect.

After being surprised by Xie Tingyu so many times, Han Xunzhen became a little numb.

"Tell me the truth, are you really a mortal?" Han Xunzhen ignored the ugly zombie in Xie Tingyu's hand and continued to ask her, "Who are your parents?"

Xie Tingyu noticed that the zombies under his command struggled more fiercely when Han Xunzhen came over, and silently moved his hands away from Xie.

Then he answered Han Xunzhen, "Do you think I am a mortal?"

"Sure enough, you use it to confuse others." Han Xunzhen suddenly realized, as if he had been enlightened after listening to Xie Tingyu's words.

But when Han Xunzhen suddenly realized it, Bai Lingling was confused, "Ms. Zelan, has he always been like this?"

Seeing Zelan turning to look at her in confusion, Bai Lingling quickly raised her finger and pointed at her head, as if she had found a smile on Zelan's cold face. Bai Lingling also laughed, "This is the only way for him to live happily... But he was really good at pretending before."

"Pretend?" Ze Lan didn't understand what this meant.

Bai Lingling smiled and said, "Miss Xie taught me this. She said that if a person does not reveal his true nature, but pretends to have a better personality or family background, and does not show his true self to others, that is called pretending."

"That's her style of speaking." Ze Lan nodded.

Wen Zhiyu heard the continuous roars beside him and a look of impatience flashed across his face.

Then, when Xie Tingyu was busy drawing talismans with one hand and answering Han Xunzhen's idiot question, he kicked over and hit the skinny figure's leg directly.

The skinny figure let out an "ah" and was kicked hard by Wen Zhiyu again.

Xie Tingyu was not the kind of person who would pity such a half-human, half-ghost thing, but perhaps it was because Wen Zhiyu maintained a gentle expression while taking action, which reminded Xie Tingyu of when she first entered Xuanyuntian, Wen Zhiyu was just like this, appearing to be concerned but secretly playing tricks on her.

I felt inexplicably sympathetic towards a living dead person.

Xie Tingyu sneered and pulled the living dead a step to the side.

"Brother, please be gentle, otherwise this living dead man will not be able to hold on and it will be difficult to deal with."

Wen Zhiyu let out a muffled hum from his throat and took off his heavy crane fur coat, leaving behind a light blue corseted outfit.

She has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a slender figure, and stands tall, with a warm smile on her face as she puts her coat into the storage ring.

At this time, Wen Zhi was finally in the same "season" as everyone else, and Han Xunzhen's mouth twitched.

I think this person is so conceited.

Even at this time, he never forgets to show off his so-called grace.

Han Xunzhen sneered, and the next moment he saw Wen Zhiyu's sword flashing in his hand. Han Xunzhen felt a chill on his back and subconsciously stepped aside.

The sharp sword light cut off a strand of hair near his ear, and Han Xunzhen heard his own heart beating violently.

"Are you sick, Wen Zhiyu?" Han Xunzhen's brows were filled with anger, and the jade slip was flashing, ready to explode at any time.

The warmth and gentleness were like a gentle breeze on my face. "I'm really sorry. There was a monster attacking us. I was in a hurry and frightened Fellow Daoist Han."

Before Wen Zhiyu finished speaking, Han Xunzhen looked back with a frown.

He muttered, "I want to see what kind of monster it is."

He turned around, his eyes drawn directly to the figure under the aqua-blue sword.

A man dressed in black was nailed into the yellow sand by Wen Zhiyu's natal sword.

Passed through the chest.

The yellow sand is soaked in blood red, which is extremely gorgeous and visually impactful.

The man's body curled up in pain, and he uttered a hoarse cry for help, "Save me..."

The main thing is that Han Xunzhen has also seen this person before.

This person was clearly the one who had argued with Xie Tingyu when they first came to the desert? How come he suddenly appeared here, and he was the only one left?

"He can't die." Wen Zhiyu could see that Han Xun was really confused, but he didn't want to explain.

Not everyone can get him to explain, and there was nothing wrong with his sword strike.

The living dead in Xie Tingyu's hand had stopped struggling, and Xie Tingyu was holding it in his hand like a chicken.

Following Xie Tingyu's movements, he was dragged.

The living dead did not struggle any more. After all, it still had consciousness and seemed to have known its fate.

The living dead with a red talisman stuck on the back of his head was thrown casually by Xie Tingyu. Without any warning, it fell straight towards the figure nailed by Wen Zhiyu's sword.

Face to face with the ugly-looking zombie, the wolf-like figure twisted and screamed in the yellow sand.

"I am wrong, Fellow Daoist Xie, Miss Xie."

"Please...save me, Miss Xie."

Xie Tingyu pretended to be surprised, "Oh, could it be that you are Brother Li Jue?" She stamped her feet and pretended to be anxious, "Why are you here? Did something unexpected happen?"

This is so fake.

Warmth and silence.

I heard Xie Tingyu's excited voice in my mind.

"I caught you again, kid!"

"If you meet me, you will have good fortune."

'You did a good job, Xiao Yu. I will reward you next time!'

Xie Tingyu was so engrossed in his performance that he didn't notice the change in Fang Wenzhi's expression at the back of the crowd. He almost couldn't help but ask what the reward was.

Wen Zhiyu couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and almost laughed out loud.

When I turned around, I saw Han Xunzhen's strange expression after eating the bugs.

Han Xunzhen frowned: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Wen Zhi and sneered, "Did you take your medicine?"