"Gollum, Gollum!"

The sound of the coffin lid was accompanied by the sound of bubbling river water.

The boats of Chu Yunsheng, Daomeng and the others couldn't help shaking with the river flow, and the river center in the fog slowly formed a huge vortex with strong suction.

"Something came out!"

"The yin is very strong, be careful!"

The mighty river that stretched for dozens of miles was shrouded in thick fog, and the coffins on the cliffs on both sides were also being pulled, making a creaking sound.

After everyone in the Dao League looked around, they all stared at the river in front of them, posing as if they were ready to fight. The talismans and instruments that radiated faint light were all sacrificed, sealing the water flow that was disturbed by the yin at the bottom of the boat, barely keeping the hull of the boat from being swept away by the whirlpool.

A group of Celestial Masters had serious faces, and they took out compasses to test them, looking like they were facing a big enemy.

On the other hand, Chu Yunsheng and the others on the two boats were completely opposite to it. All of them were like New Year's Eve. They cheered and scurried, crouching on the deck and looking at the yin qi surging at the bottom of the boat, as if they had been hungry for more than ten days. People looked at the whole table of Man and Han, wishing they could drool with greed.

"Quick, quick! Are the instruments at the bottom of the boat connected? Don't waste so much yin!"

"Wow, get rich, get rich!"

"What kind of guns, cannons, and cannons, hurry up and recharge them! Oh, you're so polite, and they even gave us such a big gift to welcome us at the door of the house. I know that we have wasted a lot of energy along the way, and we need supplies urgently..."

Zhou Fanglan's eyes lit up, and he carried the psionic cannon to run before and after a meal arrangement. The two ships that had been somewhat idle were suddenly busy.

Dao League side: "..."

Feixueshan is playing with snakes?

Even the thick fog on the river froze for a moment amid the cheers.

But soon, the coffin in Jiang Zhong finally broke out with a loud bang, completely cracking the lid of the coffin.

"Woo-!"

The yin wind on the river suddenly rose, and the roar was shrill.

All the white fog was instantly rolled into a black miasma like ink, the bloody coffins on the cliff were opened one by one, and skinless rotting corpses crawled out, all facing the boats on the river.

In this miasma, a blood-red coffin burst out of the fog, and a little girl whose face seemed to be made of different people's skin sat on the edge of the coffin and swayed her feet, softly humming a nursery rhyme with a strange tune and unclear words.

The air seemed to vibrate slightly.

Wang Biri stared at the little girl, her expression suddenly changed, and she said loudly, "Block your ears!"

But it was too late.

Under the confusion of the song, two Taoist Heavenly Masters suddenly showed a twisted and happy smile on their faces. Without hesitation, they broke through the barrier built by everyone and jumped directly into the river.

"Fellow Daoist Yun! Hurry up and save—"

The cry of the Celestial Master who wanted to pull people was cut off in his throat, and his eyes widened in horror.

Under the cover of miasma, the two celestial masters who jumped into the river were like mud dolls in the water, from skin to flesh to bone, melting quickly.

"Be careful all! Don't be fooled by this song!"

The miasma gradually surrounded the Daomeng's ship.

The little girl on the mahogany coffin looked down at the river, still humming songs, as if she didn't care about the outsiders on the river. But the dense zombies standing on the mountain walls on both sides came to the river one after another, walking on the water, constantly approaching several ships.

"Friend Pei, wake up!"

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you can't jump! You can't jump!"

There was a tug and tug on the Daomeng ship. Some of the celestial masters who were affected by the singing were all restrained, affixed with talismans, and threw them into the cabin. Others hurriedly plugged earplugs, thickened the barrier, and thought about countermeasures.

But after thinking about it, the celestial masters of the Dao League found something wrong: "Flying Snow Mountain and the others... why haven't they moved?"

He couldn't see clearly through the thick black miasma, but he could still vaguely capture the silhouette of the figure on the opposite side.

Compared with the rush of the Dao League, the two ships of Feixue Mountain and the Special Administration Bureau can be described as quiet and idle.

Not only the people of the Dao League, but even the mummified little girl who was concentrating on singing and counting her toes raised her head, revealing the terrifying face that was stitched together with the eyes of the middle-aged and the mouth of the old, and looked at Chu Yunsheng and others in confusion. direction.

"Don't you like listening to Nan Nan sing?" the little girl asked, tilting her head.

Her voice seemed to be mixed with various voices of men, women and children, strange and empty, with constant echoes.

The barrier on Chu Yunsheng's boat was exposed, and the deafening roar of the machine exploded, completely obscuring the little girl's voice.

"What?"

Zhou Fanglan looked at the little girl impatiently, and shouted: "I'm busy! Didn't you see so much yin... Hurry up, move faster..."

Halfway through the roar, Zhou Fanglan was stunned, turned his head sharply to look at Chu Yunsheng, then glanced at the little girl again, made a decisive decision, and directly pressed the firing button of the psionic cannon on his shoulder.

There was a bang, and the energy beam shot out, hitting the mahogany coffin.

The little girl's complexion changed greatly, she turned and jumped aside before the energy beam fell: "You bully Nannan!"

"Beimang Corpse King, he's so old that he can pretend to be tender here by sticking a few pieces of a little girl's face?"

Ming Qi was familiar with the materials of the Beimang Pagoda, and immediately linked the little girl with the corpse king who was suppressed under the Beimang Pagoda recorded in the materials, and was contemptuous for a while.

"you wanna die!"

The little girl's face twisted for a while, and the edges of the needle and thread sewed with flesh and blood.

She jumped on the shoulder of a zombie, and her singing voice became even louder. All the miasma flowed, and the whole river-face canyon was filled with strange singing, and even the roaring sound of the Yin Qi converter could not be suppressed.

Shen Yiqing stroked the Frost Snow Sword at his waist: "I really want to cut this insufferable thing."

Chu Yun said indifferently: "The walking corpse in Beimang Pagoda should not break out at this time. The early outbreak must have a deep connection with Tang Nan. She is only the first."

Using wave after wave of walking corpses to consume Shen Yiqing's strength, when it really comes to life and death, Tang Nan will naturally be slightly better.

Although don't know if Tang Nan can really control these walking corpses, and how, but there is nothing wrong with being cautious.

With that said, Chu Yunsheng took out the remote control of the ship's yin qi converter, selected one of the densely colored buttons, and raised his finger to press it.

"Om—!"

There was a long rumbling sound that was about to stop.

The huge noise that erupted from the operation of the Yin Qi converter on the ship was silent for a moment, but the Yin Qi mist around the ship seemed to be swallowed by a giant whale and quickly drained into the bottom of the ship.

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During this process, Chu Yunsheng also felt the strange and dizzying singing of the Beimang Corpse King.

But there was only a trance, the miasma surrounding the ship was swept away, and the singing gradually weakened.

"Your singing is not an ordinary singing voice. It needs to be transmitted through miasma. Without the miasma, the effect will be sharply reduced." Chu Yunsheng looked at the little girl with her mouth open, "But you will not only have this method."

Little girl: "I didn't expect you human beings to have such profound Taoism, who can see through my little tricks—"

"But no matter what method you use, you are not a ghost cultivator. In addition to yin qi, you also have spiritual power. Once you have no yin qi, you are just a tiger with its teeth pulled out. The gas converter was silently adjusted to the highest level, and his eyes were slightly cold.

"Go sail and run over."

Quietly and indifferently.

Feixueshan and the two ships of the Special Administration Bureau reacted immediately. The original plain and unpretentious shell and iron armor fell off, and a series of psionic cannons and countless muzzles surrounded the hull, and the enchantment was re-supported. Directly rushed out with a roar of the motor.

"Don't eat and drink a toast!"

The little girl's face sank suddenly, she waved her little hand, and the zombies standing densely on the river immediately moved.

"Kill them!"

One after another yin energy poured into the zombies, and their eyes lit up with green flames. The originally stiff and sluggish movements instantly became faster, and with a stench of wind, they moved towards Chu Yunsheng and so on. The man's boat dashed away.

The miasma gradually dissipated, and night fell.

The tide of walking corpses covered the entire river surface, surging forward like a huge wave, almost leaving people without a place to stay.

A Daoke Yin Talisman flew out.

Chu Yunsheng recognized the direction, and the two ships bursting with sharp thorns were like unstoppable swords, advancing forward, directly knocking the zombies that came up one by one.

The guns were fired in unison at great distances, and the dazzling energy beam was accompanied by a large number of stray bullets.

Zombies fell like autumn rice.

Ordinary weapons are naturally helpless against zombie ghosts, but psionic weapons are different. Neither Tang Nan nor the Dao League would have imagined that in just a few months, the Special Administration Bureau and Feixueshan would be able to produce so many powerful psionic weapons with energy that can be used as needed.

Wang Biri reacted with a jolt: "Quick! Quickly follow! Follow Feixue Mountain!"

The shivering celestial masters of the Taoist Alliance hurriedly set off their boats and fell behind Chu Yunsheng and the others like a fart.

Two large ships with dazzling metallic luster and high-tech writing all over their bodies, and several old wooden ships covered with talismans fluttering in the wind, it seems that the two parties are not on the same set at all.

And just when Wang Biri thought that he had made a very smart decision to get a bargain and could make it to the finals without any effort, he saw the rearward muzzles of the two high-tech ships also lifted.

Wang Biri: "...That, old Chu, you have something to say."

Chu Yunsheng seemed to be able to hear Wang Biri's inner voice. He turned on the loudspeaker, and the voice came over: "Bring the scraps."

Wang Biri's face changed dramatically.

He was a little suspicious for a while, but seeing more and more zombies around him, the barrier began to vibrate and break. There were wolves in front and tigers in the back, and there was no other way. Since Chu Yunsheng knew about the fragments, he would not Will believe his so-called lies that he didn't carry with him.

How can you not bring it with you at this moment?

Wang Biri tangled for a moment under the puzzled gazes of the surrounding Celestial Masters, then gritted her teeth, took out a long box from the storage bag, and threw it towards the front.

Shen Yiqing's figure flickered in the air and caught it firmly.

He glanced at Wang Biri coldly, sneered when he saw the wig on his head, turned around and went back to the boat.

Wang Biri's expression was gloomy, looking at the ship in front, her eyes flickering with emotions: "Send it away... Anyway, whether it's you or Tang Nan, today... is a certain death!"

On the other side, Chu Yunsheng got the fragments of the Dao League, and he really saw the so-called "spiritual recovery is a precursor to the recovery of spiritual energy".

According to this statement, the Dao League only needs to live well during the period of spiritual recovery, survive, and avoid this world-annihilating disaster, and then it will be able to usher in the unprecedented prosperity of Taoism. At that time, whether it is the soaring of spiritual energy, or the soaring of cultivation, and becoming immortal, it will no longer be a legendary story.

The reason why the Dao League is so arrogant, and has always been against the Special Administration Bureau, does not pay attention to the top, a small part of it is because they need to be used for supernatural events, they are not afraid, and the other major reason is that they think After this period of time has passed, when they dominate the world, the Dao League will replace the secular order and establish a new era of self-cultivation.

"It's a good dream."

Hongyu made a brief evaluation, and frowned again: "But it's so easy to give it, I'm afraid it's a scam."

"If you have deceit, you also need to use strength." Chu Yunsheng raised his eyes slightly, "Our downwind boat can't be used in vain."

Having said that, the speed of the two ships suddenly increased and they rushed forward.

Seeing that the corpse tide couldn't really stop this group of people, Beimang Corpse King reached out and drew a circle on the river.

The circles continue to expand, and the layers of ripples spread out.

Countless eddies on the river surface floated up, and the turbulent currents were turbulent. No matter how fast the boat was, it would be pulled from side to side and unable to move forward.

The rotting flesh and stench of blood cracked and splattered. The little girl patted the head of the zombie under her, and stepped on the boat that was turbulent and approaching Chu Yunsheng.

At the same time, the Daomeng's ship at the back was overwhelmed by a large number of zombies again because its speed was one step slower.

"What are you doing, kill!"

Seeing that life and death were hanging by a thread, the celestial masters of the Dao League didn't tremble anymore. They all threw off their arms, took up the magic weapon talisman, and fought against the zombies outside through the crumbling barrier.

Chu Yunsheng occasionally shot a cannon to support the Dao League in a decent manner, which made Wang Biri very suspicious, whether Chu Yunsheng could see through his little abacus.

The fighting was fierce, and Fuguang flew around.

The wigs of a bunch of Taoist celestial masters were scrapped again, and there was no time to pick them up and put them on again.

"Damn it! You stepped on my wig! I bought it for five hundred yuan!"

"My hair!"

"Wait wait...I'll pick it up..."

"Hey? Why didn't they fight?"

Suddenly, the Celestial Masters, who were busy fighting and distressed with wigs, found that the attack frequency of the zombies outside was getting lower and lower, and it didn't take long for them to gradually stop.

And the little girl who had already arrived in front of Chu Yunsheng and their formation, punched the formation with punches, also discovered that something was wrong.

She frowned and called a zombie: "What's going on?"

The called zombie didn't have much sanity. Hearing the words, he said, "The master asked to kill the Taoist priest, but all those on the boat are monks."

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