If this is not Kyushu, then where is this place?

He forced himself to calm down, secretly comforting himself, maybe his guess was wrong.

In order to prevent himself from thinking wildly, and at the same time to make sure of the surrounding environment, he hurriedly looked around.

Soon, he determined his location.

A random graveyard.

Broken corpses can be seen everywhere, many corpses are beyond recognition, the corpses are dressed in different clothes, some seem to be rich and powerful businessmen, some seem to be beggars on the street, and some seem to be dressed as practitioners.

The tip of his nose smelled of extremely strong corpse odor. The reason why he didn't feel too much pain when he fell from mid-air just now was not because he was physically strong or his five senses were confused, but because he just hit a corpse.

Looking up, there are eight thousand corpses piled up on this chaotic grave, even for a person like Ying Wuji, his scalp is numb.

What happened here, so many people died.

Also, what about the others?

There are nine people gathered by Tianji, and if he appears here, where are the others?

But after thinking about it, such a huge teleportation array, and the teleportation distance must be very far. It is normal for the teleportation to be here, and it is normal for everyone to disperse.

What is certain is that even if there is a deviation, it will not be too far away. You should be able to find traces of other people near you.

You have to join them quickly, and you can't care about Haotianmeng and Wanmo Ridge at this moment.

If things are really as he speculated, then the situation is not so bad. Only by breaking the barriers of camps and sincere cooperation can there be a way out.

Thinking this way in his heart, Ying Wuji mobilized his spiritual power and wanted to fly up.

However, right here, I suddenly felt a cold touch from my ankle, and then I was tightly bound!

Ying Wuji looked down subconsciously, and saw a hand full of rotten flesh tightly clutching his ankle, and beside him was a dead man's head staring at him with wide-eyed eyes.

Looking at each other, Ying Wuji's hair stood on end, he felt like he had fallen into the ice cellar.

"Roar!" The dead head suddenly opened its mouth, and when it roared, strong corpse aura spewed out, Ying Wuji didn't notice it for a moment, and was covered by the head and face.

He instinctively made a move, and the scimitar fell, beheading the dead man's head.

The figure floated and then retreated, still in shock.

Suddenly there was a rustling movement in the peaceful chaotic graveyard. The dead bodies that lay here for an unknown period of time seemed to come back to life. They all stared at him, and each stood up. The dead bodies were filled with a strong corpse aura.

Even more mutilated corpses slowly approached him only by crawling with their hands.

"Ah!" Even though Ying Wuji had seen many storms and had a calm mind, he couldn't help exclaiming in shock at this moment.

The resurrection of the dead, not to mention that he has never heard of this kind of thing, he quickly flew up to stay away from this strange place.

The turbid sun hangs high, exuding a dull light, bathing the whole world in an atmosphere of twilight.

On a bare hill above the wilderness, Lu Ye stood with a knife, frowning.

There were no other people around, and the mark on the battlefield did not respond, which made it impossible for him to contact Huaci and Jujia.

What Ying Wuji can perceive, he can naturally perceive. JrNovels.com