Zhang Muyang held his chin with his left hand and said, "Do you think I'm interested in those things?"

Musashi Miyamoto was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's right, those things don't work much when you reach your level. I have other news here, I know the remains of other places in Japan. And my experience in martial arts practice can tell you."

Zhang Muyang waved his hand and said, "I'm not targeting you, I just want to say that the things you think are treasures are all trash to me. So, you should just die with peace of mind."

The words are over.

Zhang Muyang reached out and patted the man Musashi Miyamoto, who had been around for unknown periods, lost his soul.

With the death of Musashi Miyamoto, the originally towering hall began to shake at this time. After a few minutes, it fell to the ground. The hall that had just been shaking when Zhang Muyang and Musashi Miyamoto fought, collapsed like this. Zhang Muyang kept shaking his head.

After watching the play, I saw that there was no treasure that Zhang Muyang had expected in this place, and even the spiritual medicine was not even there. It was a bare stone mountain. It seemed that although there was plenty of spiritual energy here, most of them were used by Musashi Miyamoto to warm up his residual soul, and there were also demon swords that had been sucked into his gourd.

Zhang Muyang held the mysterious gourd in his hand. Although he had obtained this thing for nearly a year, he had not completely refined it. He did not expect that it would have played a significant role in this whim today. After slowly rushing into a trace of spiritual energy, Zhang Muyang's eyes were round.

This demon sword actually clinged to the gourd and was not refined by the gourd. This was interesting. Zhang Muyang involuntarily thought, could it have been a coincidence that he had refined the magic weapon of Taoist Lu Ya that year? That thing was so powerful that it could fly. Even the Daluo Jinxian could still kill it with one knife.

Holding back the excitement, Zhang Muyang continued to enter the spiritual energy and prepared to completely refine it. However, he sat there for three days. Three days later, Zhang Muyang opened his eyes, his eyes full of fatigue. He did not expect that he simply refining a magic weapon would require such a large amount of spiritual energy. Even if he practiced "Nine Turns of the Profound Art", he almost couldn't support it.

"This thing is too scary."

Zhang Muyang couldn't help but smack his lips. Even in his previous life, he had never encountered such a situation before, even when he was practicing until the tribulation period. In this life, he had really seen many good treasures.

Just as Zhang Muyang was about to rest and be about to leave, there were many skeleton frames not far away. They walked towards Zhang Muyang step by step. Looking up, they saw endless and white, as if all the skeletons he had met when he went up the mountain before had woken up.

What is this situation? Is the skeleton monster going wild? Or is the doomsday coming and the walking dead?

Facing the boundless skeleton monster, Zhang Muyang was not afraid or guilty at all. Even though he was a little exhausted and his spiritual energy was exhausted, he still didn't take these things seriously at all.

However, unlike Zhang Muyang's calmness, those monks who were attracted by the explosion caused by the previous fight between Zhang Muyang and Musashi Miyamoto were stunned when they saw the skeleton monsters all over the mountains and fought.

What is the situation of this tmd? Is the undead natural disaster? When everyone sees this scene, their first thought is to run away, run away quickly. Leave this place of right and wrong, otherwise they will definitely be swallowed up by this sea of ​​skeletons.

However, this is no longer something they can dodge.

Even though they bypassed the skeletons here, the skeletons hidden in the ruins seemed to have heard some order and all climbed up from under the soil. You know, the ruins entered by Zhang Muyang and others were ancient battlefields, and the battles here buried nearly 100,000 people.

Therefore, overnight, all the monks in the ruins received attacks from skeletons. Although these skeletons are a bit weaker than monks, they are in hundreds or thousands of times, which is enough to make everyone's scalp numb.

"Is this the end of the world?"

"Who will save us?"

"This is not a ruin at all, this is the undead empire."

"Where is the gate of the ruins? I'm going to exit."

Teams of monks were buried in this sea of ​​skeletons. In just three days, it was only three days after Zhang Muyang refined the "Immortal-killing Flying Knife". The monks who stepped into the ruins were almost one-third lost, and most of the remaining people were injured.

Among the one-third of the dead, most of the casual cultivators from all over the world accounted for. Their cultivation level was slightly lower and there were no masters in charge. When resisting the attack of the Skeleton Sea, they had different advances and retreats, so they were naturally the first group of dead people.

Although the monks of various major forces also suffered casualties in the early stages of their attack, they adapted very quickly. After three days, they were almost used to the existence of skeleton monsters. As long as they were not surrounded by a large number of skeleton groups, they were basically not in great danger.

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Although it is not the first time I have encountered death, when death appears in front of me, especially when it is my friend, even if I am mentally prepared, the heart-wrenching feeling will still make people feel so painful that they cannot breathe.

He was obviously very attentive and was already working hard to watch, but he was still buried by the sea of ​​skeletons.

The beautiful girl who once discovered Zhang Muyang's traces is now kneeling on the ground, crying like rain, crying at the top of her lungs. She was sitting next to her with only a few companions, all of her face was stained with blood and her clothes were worn out.

They sat around and wanted to persuade her, but they didn't know what to say. They could only stand behind her silently, and be alert to the surroundings.

Jiang Xianyun, among the casual cultivators, is a very famous and powerful person who is also concerned about the motherland. If he has experienced this ruin and returns to China, he will definitely have a different life experience. It may be exciting or ups and downs, but it will not be dull.

But now, I'm sleeping here forever.

After Zhang Muyang left, they walked around the ruins and used Xiaomei's superpowers to avoid many dangers, but the skeleton monster appeared too suddenly, and the place where they rested that day happened to be another bone-burying place.
Chapter completed!