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The black robe that was divided into two parts in the snow was clinging to the ground, and there was no sign of anything alive underneath.

He Miao felt alarm bells ringing in her heart. She clenched the hilt of her sword and took three steps back to distance herself from the black robe. Frowning and observing his surroundings very carefully, the feeling from the sword told him: he had hit it, but it was not deep!

The tip of the sword dragged the ground, and He Miaocong kept changing his position, but no matter how he changed his position, the cold feeling on his back never changed.

In the dark shadow, a human-like thing stared at He Miaocong. It is said to be humanoid because it is exactly like a human being. It has hands and feet, a nose and eyes on its face, and its ears and mouth are exactly the same as those of a normal person. But the mouth and nose were open but there was no sound of breathing, and the eyes were wide open without blinking.

The skin all over the body was as rough and dry as tree bark, showing a strange dark blue color, with convexities and concavities underneath, as if something was constantly wriggling. Both hands were shaking slightly, as if they were familiar with the surrounding environment.

After shaking for a moment, it stopped. It seemed that he had adapted to the surrounding environment. He stood quietly and looked at He Miaocong, who was constantly changing positions. The fingers were bent into claws, and there was no movement under the feet, but they had already been thrust out.

He Miao, who had just stepped down, felt tense in her heart. Relying on the swordsman's sensitive intuition for danger, he moved his zhenqi and suddenly swung his sword behind him.

The humanoid thing was cut in half from head to toe by the zhenqi before it even got close. Only then did He Miaocong sweat. Holding the sword, he turned around and saw two "half-men" standing on the ground.

"Control the corpse? It's just that this corpse is too weak, not even as good as the ones from the past few days." After taking a few steps back, He Miaocong curiously looked at the "half-man" in front of him and murmured to himself. .

Although he felt that he had solved the corpse in front of him, He Miaocong still held his sword and watched out of caution. At this moment, the corpse that had been cut in half instantly merged into one, and it waved its claws to grab He Miaocong.

The true energy flowed on the sword, and He Miaocong used several swords to cut the corpse into pieces.

"Isn't it over yet?" He Miaocong calmly sheathed her sword, feeling a little more confused. What is going on? It stands to reason that the manipulated corpse will not be destroyed and can be restored. Could it be that this is not a corpse?

But it doesn't make sense. There's not a trace of vitality in his body, and he can't hear the sound of breathing. What is it if it's not a corpse?

Before He Miaocong could think too much, just like last time, several corpses transformed into human shapes in the blink of an eye and attacked again with their claws. He Miao never had time to draw her sword, so she had to move her feet lightly to avoid the claw.

The body's momentum continued unabated, and a claw grabbed the tree behind He Miao, and the thick tree was easily broken.

The power of this claw surprised He Miaocong. The power of this corpse suddenly increased to a higher level, just like a child suddenly grew up and recovered its human form much faster. He Miaocong remembered the first time he recovered. The speed is not that fast.

In order to verify his suspicion, He Miaocong fired dozens of swords and almost cut the corpse into pieces. But almost as soon as it was cut into pieces, it kept squirming, and soon returned to its original shape. It was still exactly the same as before, simply grabbed with one claw.

"Is the sword useless? There is something strange about the corpse!" He Miao tapped her toes and avoided the corpse's claws, but she was shocked in her heart. After the sword was cut, faint and extremely tiny threads seemed to appear on the corpse, connecting the cut places together.

Thinking of this, He Miao no longer hesitated and swung out the long sword in his hand, splitting the body into two parts. Taking advantage of the moment when the body was cut open, he slashed the gap with his sword, and then quickly retreated to distance himself.

But it seemed to be of no use. The corpse recovered quickly and attacked He Miaocong with its claws waving. He Miao had no choice but to keep dodging. This thing was really tricky. The key was that he had no immediate way to deal with it.

One person and one corpse started chasing each other in the snow, but the speed of the corpse seemed to be getting faster and faster, and He Miao was in a hurry for a while. The white mist in the sky on the other side gradually dissipated, and the four people on both sides gradually stopped.

Both sides have used up a lot of energy. If they attack rashly, there will be no benefits, and it will easily expose their flaws. It is better to confront each other.

He Miaocong was busy several times, but he couldn't use any strength. He picked up the sword and ran away like a lost dog. But he didn't pay attention. The corpse seemed to be learning, and the trajectory of the corpse gradually coincided with the landing point of his feet.

Finally, when He Miaocong stepped down again, the body was only one step away from him. He had no choice but to chop off the corpse's hands with a sword, but the claws wielded by the corpse continued unabated, leaving a bloody mark on He Miao's chest.

Fortunately, He Miaocong reacted in time and fell backwards to avoid being caught around the neck, otherwise he would have been a corpse under one claw.

Without daring to hesitate, He Miao instinctively kicked the body away, turned around and jumped onto the tree. She pressed her fingers on the acupuncture points around the wound to prevent excessive bleeding.

"What's wrong with Senior Brother Miaocong?" Not far away, Lin Yiyan asked worriedly when he saw He Miaocong leaping up the tree, clutching his chest.

He Miao, who was holding the sword behind his back, took a breath before turning back to look at Lin Yiyan, and said helplessly, "I was injured by an immortal corpse because I was not good at learning."

"A corpse that cannot be chopped to death?" His foot landed lightly beside He Miaocong. Lin Yiyan looked confused. Wasn't the corpse dead? Still can't be killed?

Pointing to the corpse in the distance, He Miaocong explained, "Well, that corpse can't be killed even if it's chopped into pieces. Even if it's cut into pieces, it can still change back to its human form and still move."

Lin Yiyan followed He Miaocong's gaze curiously. When he saw the body that was still recovering quickly on the snow, his expression suddenly changed and he said in horror, "Medicine-induced stiffness! It's still this level of medicine-induced stiffness!"

"Junior brother Lin, what kind of zombie is this drug zombie? Why have I never heard of it?"

"It is recorded in the Maoshan Secret Book that the medicine zombie is not a zombie, but a monster made from a living person. It is immortal and invulnerable to water and fire. After being made, it has a unique corpse poison. Once the corpse poison enters the body, if there is no antidote, it will die within three hours! Brother He, you won't..."

"Well, I was accidentally scratched, and the wound went deep into the bone..." He Miaocong said helplessly with his head down. This is not a case of carelessness, but Guan Erye's escape from Maicheng. Thinking of this, he sighed helplessly and asked, "Is there no way to kill this medicine zombie?"

"Yes, there is, but there is no condition on this mountain!"

"Then..."

"Brother, go down the mountain. Commander Lu has a great cultivation. Maybe he can save your life." Lin Yiyan stared at the medicine corpse helplessly, and the true qi flowed around him and talismans appeared one by one. Judging from this posture, Lin Yiyan is planning to deal with this medicine zombie alone.

He Miaocong sighed. He didn't expect to be killed here. It seems that he can only go down the mountain. It's not that he is afraid of death, but the corpse poison has entered his body. He will die within three hours. What difference does it make whether he stays on the mountain or not?

He bowed to Lin Yiyan and performed a proper etiquette of fellow disciples. He looked up at the people around him who were either confronting or fighting, and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

"Junior brother Lin, I will go first, please take care of yourself!"

"Tell Brother Zhang to take care of yourself for me."

After speaking, He Miaocong put the sword back into the sheath and walked lightly down the mountain.

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