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On the forest road on the north side, mist rolled in.

The moment the corpse wave came in, the mountain forest seemed to be held down by a giant black hand, and even the sound of the wind became dull.

The gray-robed old man held a black flag in his hand, and dozens of corpse insect puppets rushed out at the same time.

Instead of charging in disarray, they are divided into three layers.

The front row moves quickly while lying on the ground, focusing on the legs and feet.

The middle row pounced straight on the upper body, its sharp claws carrying corpse poison.

The people in the back row spat out black insect mist, trying to contaminate Song Qingshan's true energy first.

Obviously, the old man in gray robe has studied Song Qingshan's fighting style.

Face to face, he couldn't stop Zhiyang Zhenqi.

So he wants to consume.

Use corpse puppets to drain Song Qingshan's energy, use insect poison to drain Shen Bingxin's medicine, and use the mist outside the mountain col to drain their minds.

Song Qingshan slashed out with his sword.

The golden sword light swept across the ground, and the zombie cores of the zombie puppets in the front row exploded at the same time.

The smell of burning arose.

Shen Bingxin followed closely behind, the medicinal powder was like mist, suppressing the black poison after the zombie puppet exploded.

Her movements were very steady and she didn't waste any more medicine.

The old man in gray robe sneered.

"Song Qingshan, you have rung three bells today, how dare you use Zhiyang Qi like this?"

Song Qingshan did not answer.

He turned around and the sword edge passed through the necks of the second row of zombies.

Three heads flew up.

Before the head even hit the ground, the corpse insect hidden inside wanted to get out.

The silver needle in Shen Bingxin's sleeve flew out, nailing the three corpse insects to death in mid-air.

Song Qingshan then said calmly: "Killing you is enough."

The gray-robed old man's eyes darkened.

The black flag rolled again.

More zombies crawled out of the forest mist.

Shen Bingxin glanced around and whispered: "He is dragging you."

Song Qingshan said: "I know."

Shen Bing thought: "We can't be held back by him."

Song Qingshan nodded.

Of course he knows.

Mr. Hei is in Daojingshan Col.

The seal at the center of the well has cracked.

The old man in gray robe is guarding here, not to kill him, but to make him late.

If you are a moment late, there will be one more variable in the center of the well.

Song Qingshan suddenly sheathed his sword.

Shen Bingxin's eyes moved.

She knew that Song Qingshan was going to change his tactics.

The next moment, Song Qingshan formed a seal with his left hand and pointed the sword edge of his right hand at the ground.

Xuan Yin's soft energy spreads out first.

Not an attack.

Instead, it seeped into the forest road soil like water and spread along the corpse's feet.

The old man in gray robe frowned.

"Xuanyin Roujin?"

He knew that Song Qingshan had both yin and yang powers, but he didn't understand the meaning of using Xuan Yin's soft power at this moment.

Corpse puppets are inherently Yin.

Wouldn't using Yin energy encourage corpse energy?

But soon, his expression changed.

Xuanyin Roujin is not strengthening the corpse puppet, but "leading" it.

The corpse evil in those corpse insect puppets was affected by the soft energy and temporarily deviated from the core.

At this moment, Song Qingshan raised his sword.

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