Saint Qin Batu

Chapter 491 The Walking Dead
"His Majesty!"

Meng Ao and Wang Jian came after Ying Zheng and Bai Qi, Ying Zheng didn't say anything, but nodded slightly.

"This white mist is indeed a bit weird."

The deeper you go into Hangu Pass, the thicker the fog becomes.And the thin black barrier outside Ying Zheng's body, under the erosion of the white mist, fluctuated from time to time.

However, while walking, Ying Zheng suddenly stopped.

"Roar……"

A low-pitched animal roar that seemed to come from hell echoed among the houses in Hangu Pass.

"Your Majesty, is it possible that there are already demons here?" Bai Qi frowned, and said with some worry in his heart.

The ancestor of Penglai was a cultivator who had existed since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and naturally he had seen the so-called demons.

Judging from the appearance of the ancestor of Penglai, if a powerful demon clan really appeared, then the four of them might not be enough to deal with it.

Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't speak, Bai Qi couldn't help but said again: "Your Majesty, a gentleman doesn't stand on a dangerous wall. This place is too weird. Why don't you go and explore the way first."

"No, if it's really a powerful demon clan, it doesn't matter whether I leave or stay." Ying Zheng shook his head, his face becoming more serious.

"Here." Bai Qi arched his hands, and then secretly gave Wang Jian and Meng Ao a look.

And Wang Jian and Meng Ao nodded silently.

The sound was intermittent, and the closer to the center of Hangu Pass, the clearer the sound, and the thicker the surrounding fog.

"There is something!"

Suddenly, in the thick mist, a figure appeared in a trance.

Bai Qi and the other three who were guarding around Ying Zheng immediately drew out their swords and stood ready for the person in front of them.

The shadow in the white mist wobbled and stopped, as if unconscious.

The shadow got closer and closer, and slowly walked out of the white mist.However, the moment the shadow stepped out of the white mist, both Ying Zheng and Bai Qi were stunned.

A black-haired man in his 30s, with eyes closed, wobbly.

The wide sleeves are slightly worn out, but there is still a glimmer of light on the surface of the clothes.Obviously, it can be regarded as a good treasure.

"Ancestors of China?" Ying Zheng and the others had such a thought at the same time.

This man, no matter in terms of appearance or service, could not tell the slightest trace of alien.Not only that, but the sword in this man's hand looks like that of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties in China.

It is almost certain that this man should be from Huaxia.

However, as a Huaxia cultivator, why did he walk out of the tunnel in the devil world.Could it be that this Chinese cultivator has lived in the devil world for more than a thousand years?
In just a split second, several thoughts flashed through the minds of Ying Zheng and the other four.

The moment Ying Zheng discovered such a man, the man in front of him naturally also spotted the four of them.

However, after discovering Ying Zheng and others, the man slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"Shh!"

A black shadow, like a bolt of lightning, flashed across the vast white mist and rushed towards Ying Zheng.

"when!"

With a muffled sound, Wang Jian beside Ying Zheng clenched the saber in his hand and tried his best to block the man's sword.

"Buzz!"

The moment Wang Jian blocked the sword in the man's hand, Meng Ao also made a move.With a harsh sound, the sharp sword edge stabbed at such a man viciously.

However, to Meng Ao's surprise, the man had no intention of defending at all, and just let the sword stab straight at his chest.

"Crack!"

Meng Ao's sword firmly pressed against the man's chest, only penetrated a little bit, but couldn't penetrate anymore.

To cross the catastrophe, at least a cultivator at the peak of crossing the catastrophe can have such physical strength.

The man in front of him didn't even look at the sword stuck in his chest, he just swung the sword in his hand again, and slashed at Wang Jian who was closest to him.

Yes, just cut it off, without the slightest skill, and without the slightest celestial power exposed, just the most instinctive fighting consciousness is dominating him.

"Shh!"

A black light flashed, and the Tianwen sword in Yingzheng's hand directly chopped off the head of the man in front of him.

"Pfft!"

Without the head, the man's body also slowly fell down.

Perhaps he had the strength of the peak of the tribulation realm before his death, but now, apart from instinct, there is no fluctuation of immortal power, so it is naturally impossible to block Ying Zheng's sword now.

"Your Majesty, is this us Chinese? Why did he look like this?" Wang Jian looked at the man lying on the ground, still in disbelief.

"He should be dead already." Ying Zheng slowly put away the Tianwen Sword in his hand, and said softly.

"Dead?" Although there was some speculation in their hearts, when Ying Zheng said it, Wang Jian and Meng Ao still couldn't accept it.

Ying Zheng was about to say something more, but was suddenly interrupted by Bai Qi beside him.

"Your Majesty! Look!" Bai Qi said, pointing at the head that rolled to the side.

Wisps of white mist slowly overflowed from between the head's mouth and nose.In an instant, it merged with the surrounding white mist again.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help feeling a chill in their hearts.Obviously, it was the mist that filled the surroundings that was controlling the previous man.

"Your Majesty, this place is very dangerous. Your Majesty, please step back and leave the rest to the old minister!" This time, Bai Qi's tone was much firmer than the first time.

At the same time, Bai Qi couldn't help feeling a little scared.He has the power to control this white gas, although it can't be counted as a lot, but it is already a lot.

Now, seeing that this white qi has the power to control human corpses, Bai Qi couldn't help worrying whether he would be affected by this white qi.

However, Ying Zheng slowly grasped the hilt of the Tianwen Sword, and said, "No need, it's too late to leave now."

Sure enough, as Ying Zheng's voice fell.More and more shadows began to appear all around.

"Your Majesty, let's deal with these walking corpses first." Wang Jian said bitterly as he looked at the dozens of shadows around him.

More and more figures crossed the white mist and appeared in front of everyone.

Among these figures, some are still intact, just like the man from before, but some have obvious scars on their bodies.Even, some scars are obviously fatal wounds.

However, what is even more surprising is that, apart from a dozen monks who are obviously Chinese, the rest are more westerners with yellow hair and blue eyes.

Could it be that this is the so-called Demon Race?

(End of this chapter)