nyslfriends Chapter 130 Ghost Corpse
Chapter 130 Ghost Corpse
Murong Ya tried it, but the injury caused her pretty face to wrinkle:
"No, my leg bone seems to be broken."
In fact, not only her leg bones, but at least three of her ribs were broken.
Although I just took the healing potion, my muscles and bones were still damaged for a hundred days.
Even if the potion is amazingly effective, it will take at least ten days to cultivate, let alone in such a harsh environment.
Wu Ming's brows tightened even more.
With a low cry, he hugged the other side.
Murong Ya sniffed the strong masculine scent in her nose, especially in close contact and felt the other person's body as hot as a furnace, making her head feel dizzy.
She is extremely talented and comes from a top family like the Murong family, so she has developed a tendency to put her eyes higher than her head since she was a child.
Therefore, Murong Ya disdains contact with most people of the opposite sex.
Many young heroes who admired her were fascinated by her, which inevitably made them look down upon her.
Now that she was picked up by a man for the first time, Murong Ya's heart beat wildly like a deer's.
The strange thing is that she doesn't feel any resistance or disgust at all.
I don’t know if it’s because of the special environment, or because he’s been seriously injured and his mentality has changed.
Wu Ming didn't know Murong Ya's random thoughts.
With the warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, he didn't have any charming thoughts in his heart.
Calmly looking at the direction, I found that there were roads both front and back, so I had to choose one.
In the end he chose the front one.
The cracks in the dark and cold ground turn into ice with breath.
In the dead silence, the sound of footsteps echoed, and the frequency was neither urgent nor slow, representing the firm heart of the owner of the footsteps.
Wu and Ming traveled for several miles, but still found no signs of biological activity.
As for the target Netherworld Stone, not even a shadow could be seen.
Sensing something strange in his arms, he couldn't help but lower his head.
Murong Ya's lips turned blue and her delicate body couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Her expression was stubborn, and even though she was so cold, she kept silent.
Noticing Wu Ming's gaze, Murong Ya raised her pretty face and forced a smile:
"I'm fine."
As he spoke, his teeth trembled slightly.
In the surrounding low temperature of tens of degrees below zero, only Wu Ming, an alien with a strong body, could not be affected.
Although Murong Ya is a master, she is not of the physical enhancement type.
In addition to being seriously injured, it is already very difficult to survive until now.
She didn't want to affect the other party because of her own drag.
Wu Ming stopped, thought for a moment, and took out the "Fire Demon Horn" from the ring.
With the appearance of the "Fire Demon", the surrounding temperature suddenly increased.
Murong Ya's body stopped shaking.
"Thanks."
Her eyes were complicated and she was sincerely grateful.
Murong Ya felt warm in her heart about Wu Ming's behavior of using up his spiritual power to use sealed objects just to protect himself from the severe cold.
Just like that, the twosome turned into a threesome.
The tall and burly "Fire Demon", whose body was burning with flames, was like a guard, silently following behind the two of them.
After continuing for about five miles, Wu Ming paused in his steps and his eyes suddenly became sharp.
Not far away, dense numbers of figures appeared in the field of vision.
This is a group of monster legions pieced together from scraps of flesh. Their white bones are exposed, and their bodies are covered with horrific cracks.
It seemed as if they were forcibly blended together by some kind of force.
"Netherworld Corpse!"
After seeing the scene in front of her clearly, Murong Ya exclaimed.
Yin evil places are most likely to breed dead corpses.
Judging from the number, it must be at least a thousand.
Unexpectedly, the thing I was most worried about happened.
She took a breath of air and subconsciously hugged Wu Ming's waist with her hands.
"It seems that if you want to get out, you must first solve this hurdle."
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed, his face calm.
Under his observation, the zombie army in front of him was full of strange creatures, including all kinds of creatures.
Some can even see different biological characteristics from a ghost corpse, like a suture monster.
Such a horrifying scene can make some timid people so scared that they immediately lose their ability to fight.
Wu Ming was not afraid, but instead solved the doubts in his heart.
In his opinion, since this crack in the ground has existed for so long.
Logically speaking, the number of creatures that accidentally fell into it should be at least a few.
But from the beginning, he saw no sign of the existence of the creature. It turned out to be transformed into a ghost corpse.
As if thinking of some unpleasant memories, Wu Ming's eyes instantly turned cold.
He put down the anxious Murong Ya in his arms, ordered the "Fire Demon" to guard him, and stood alone in the middle of the crack in the ground.
Facing the hundreds of corpses approaching gradually, he slowly pulled out the long knife from his waist and exerted force with his feet at the same time.
Under Murong Ya's shocked gaze, she rushed out without hesitation.
Arriving in front of the Underworld Corpse Legion, Wu Ming twisted his shoulders and back.
Wielding the huge air blade in his hand, he swept across.
Chi!
The three dead corpses in front, which were nearly four meters tall, were cut in half.
The incision showed blue and black flesh, and no blood was spilled.
Suffering such fatal injuries, the three dead corpses did not lose their ability to move.
After his upper body landed, he was still struggling to crawl forward.
Wu Ming's expression changed, and he took out a few more swords.
It wasn't until it was chopped into dozens of pieces and turned into a pile of dead flesh that the corpse lost its movement.
Next, he killed a dozen more corpses.
After a brief fight, Wu Ming discovered the problem.
First of all, these ghost corpses have a fatal flaw, that is, their movements are very stiff.
Compared with their shortcomings, they are also extremely difficult to kill and must be chopped into pieces to completely lose the threat.
"No! If this continues, sooner or later you will be wasted here!"
After killing nearly a hundred dead corpses, he found that the number of dead corpses had not decreased at all.
Looking far into the distance, one can see the densely packed dead corpses with no end visible at a glance.
Who knows how many more are behind.
As his sharpest means of defeating enemies, the air blade requires mental energy.
Although his mental power is not weak, it is still far behind other master-level mental ability users.
Moreover, they had just had a fierce battle with Murong Di, and both the "Flaming Demon Horn" and Xuan Shui Avatar had consumed a lot of mental energy.
In its current state, it definitely won't last long.
Thinking of this, Wu Ming put away the knife decisively.
"What is he going to do?"
Murong Ya, who was hiding not far away, was filled with confusion after seeing Wu Ming's actions.
Under the protection of the "Fire Demon", it is like being next to a warm stove.
But she didn't feel any warmth.
Because Murong Ya knew that her life was completely in the hands of the other party.
If something happens to the other party, she will definitely not be spared, and her final end will be nothing more than being torn apart by countless dead corpses.
Thinking of that horrific scene, Murong Ya's face was as pale as paper.