You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 214: Bone is still thinking about me!

Blood rain falls

Everyone stood up straight and looked at the place covered with bloody flesh paste. Some people couldn't help but vomit.

This time, Changqing finally saw the corpse ghost's appearance clearly.

The skin of the corpse was dark blue, without a trace of blood. The skin was dry and shrunken, with cracks all over it like fish scales. From the cracks, one could even see the white bones, skinny body, and long black nails.

Looking up, the face was the most terrifying. The skin on the face was barely attached to the skull due to lack of flesh and blood. The scarlet eyes were somewhat turbid, and the pupils were extremely large, making them no longer human. The skin around the eye sockets was corroded and worn, revealing the broken bones.

The clothes on the corpse were already in tatters, and it was hard to tell what they were like.

Changqing's goal has been achieved. It was to use this powerful corpse ghost to severely damage the zombie group. Although this method was a bit risky, Changqing still took a gamble. Sure enough, this corpse ghost was coveting his blood and essence just as he expected.

For some reason, Chang Qing stared at the corpse's cloudy and empty red eyes, his heart pounding and the breath of death lingering around him.

"Go!" Chang Qing turned around and shouted at everyone.

Everyone was still thinking about it and eager to try it out.

"You will only drag me down by staying here!" Chang Qing said harshly.

Zhong Baixuan knew that what Changqing said was true. If they stayed here, it would only affect Changqing's performance. He nodded and said:

"Take care and come back alive!"

After saying that, he pulled Yun Qinghan and galloped quickly towards the distance.

The rest of the people saw that Zhong Baixuan left so decisively, stared at Chang Qing deeply, and said, "Take care."

After everyone left, Changqing stared at the hideous and terrifying corpse ghost.

The corpse ghost did not make any move when the crowd left. Instead, he grabbed the soil stained with Changqing's blood and chewed it carefully, as if he was tasting some delicacy.

After swallowing the mud into its stomach, the corpse ghost did not forget to lick the mud remaining on its fingertips with its dark blue tongue, looking very enjoyable.

It was not until this moment that the corpse ghost raised his head and looked towards the distant horizon. It seemed that he could see several people evacuating at a rapid speed in the distance through the blood mist.

"You...can't...run away." The corpse ghost said awkwardly.

"Blood...is delicious!" The corpse ghost looked at Changqing and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Want to drink? I have something better here, you can try it!" Chang Qing knew that he couldn't fight hard, so he threw out a huge pottery jar and quickly retreated to the rear.

Now Changqing can only delay for half an hour.

The jade bottle was held tightly in the hand of this skinny and powerful corpse ghost, who looked at it curiously.

"burst!"

The jade bottle in the corpse ghost's hand exploded, and a mushroom cloud rose slowly.

Chang Qing did not think that he could kill the powerful man's physical body by blowing it up, so he pushed the Fuyao Jue behind him to its extreme. For a moment, Chang Qing's figure appeared in the blood mist, his cyan-gold wings flashing, and his ability to control the wind had reached its extreme.

However, a strong wind blew again from behind, and when his spiritual sense swept over, he saw that the corpse ghost was not far behind him.

The corpse was unharmed, even the nails on the hand that had been holding the pottery jar were intact.

"So hard!" Chang Qing was a little surprised and gained a new understanding of the powerful body.

The cloak on the corpse ghost's body was made of unknown material, but it had strange bright golden patterns on it. Every time the corpse ghost took a step, the strange patterns would light up, and then its figure would suddenly move forward dozens of feet.

"What kind of treasure is this!" Chang Qing was a little shocked. This cloak had such a fast speed without being driven by spiritual power. I really don't know what kind of treasure it is.

Chang Qing did not dare to be careless. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to keep the Fuyao Jue running, fearing that he would be a step slower and become the zombie's meal.

However, the corpse ghost almost caught Chang Qing several times with the help of the treasure. Chang Qing had to spill his blood on the ground to distract the corpse ghost.

However, it was okay once, but after a few more times, Changqing's breath began to become weak.

Chang Qing drank the Green Bull, his mind turned, and he even mobilized the power of the seven emotions and began to activate the Fuyao Jue.

Changqing also tried to activate his spiritual roots to purify and absorb the spiritual power in the blood mist in an attempt to replenish himself, but it was of no use. His spiritual roots were still unable to act according to his will.

But at least his blood and essence were not wasted. The corpse ghost licked the blood and essence he threw out from time to time, giving Changqing time to catch his breath and quickly rushing towards the mountains in the central area.

Seeing that they were not far from the central area, the corpse ghost seemed to feel the uneasiness brought by the central area. It stopped distracting itself and the blood and essence that Changqing had thrown out was useless. It just chased after it.

"You forced me to do this!" Chang Qing showed a resolute look.

He took out two jade bottles, tied them together with his spiritual power, and threw them backwards.

The corpse ghost now only has Chang Qing in his eyes and no longer cares what the small jade bottle is. It should be said that he has absolute confidence in his body.

"Explode" the jade bottle exploded in front of the corpse ghost.

Blood-red juice spread with the explosion.

The explosive bottle is tied to the sacral blood, and it explodes in a large area! !

Before Chang Qing turned around to see if it worked, a shrill cry of pain reached his eardrums, it was even unpleasant to hear, and Chang Qing unconsciously got goose bumps.

The corpse stayed where it was, with the cloak in front of it blocking most of the blood-red drops, but several large holes were still corroded on the blue-black skin in front of it, hindering its movement.

"I told you to chase me!" Chang Qing quickly left this place, and his spiritual consciousness fed back the miserable condition of the corpse ghost.

"Explosive bottles and sage bone blood have amazing effects!"

Chang Qing saw that the cloak on the corpse ghost had blocked many attacks and had not been corroded. He couldn't help but feel jealous. It could actually block the attack of immortal bone blood. It seemed to be an extraordinary thing.

But Changqing was not in the mood to pay attention to it. He felt lucky to be able to save his life after flying away from this place.

The voice of the corpse ghost behind him came again, with more words: "Catch...you, eat...you, you...can't run away!"

It seems that the Changqing essence and blood have the effect of nurturing consciousness for this corpse ghost.

Chang Qing shuddered. Being remembered by a woman was nothing, but being remembered by a bunch of broken bones was probably the first time for him. Moreover, every time someone remembered him, nothing good happened to him.

In the mountains of the central area, everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Changqing was fine.

Changqing found a place in the mountains, set up a formation that could accommodate the disciples of Yuling, and then began to meditate. The loss of essence and blood, the weakness brought by Green Bull and Chengming Jue made Changqing extremely tired.

No one disturbed him. Although they didn't know what Changqing had experienced, they saw everything Changqing did and were full of admiration for him.

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One day later, after the dual effects of the essence of life and the Qingtian Nianqing Jue, Changqing barely recovered some of his spirit.

Figures flew out from the central mountain from time to time. It seemed that all the people who survived the blood mist had come here.

Suddenly there was another violent tremor, another earthquake.

Chang Qing found that the earthquake seemed to be the fuse of everything, and all the strange things he encountered were related to the frequent earthquakes.