The hearts of the Taoist disciples were beating violently. Under the pressure of the battle formation, they felt as if their breathing was about to stop.
Before they set off, they knew that the tomb was dangerous and had thought of a hundred kinds of risks. They were also prepared to fight with the Taisui Mountain and the Air Strike Sect, but they never expected to encounter such a situation.
The undead army surged forward like a tide. The tattered corpses did not know what fear was. They only knew how to devour everything.
However, even if a living person could be killed with a sword, these corpses would still continue to attack even if their heads were cut off and their bodies were cut in half. Unless they were completely destroyed, they would still stab their rusty blades into the bodies of the Taoist disciples even if they were only left with a crippled hand.
"How can there be such things that can't be killed? The number is so shocking. It shouldn't be."
"It's over. Everyone might not be able to leave after this trip."
The disciples were in despair. This was the first time they realized that death was so close to them. It turned out that living was so wonderful.
Of course, there were also some people with strong wills and strong beliefs. They were not frightened by the undead.
Among the disciples, there was one person who was running as if he was flying. Flames raged all over his body. When he ran, he was like a fierce qilin. He directly charged towards the undead army.
Suan Xiu let out a low roar. He gathered soul fire in his palms and blasted it out continuously. Wherever he passed, the undead army collapsed and was unstoppable.
He was not the only one.
Beside Suan Xiu, Shi Dong held a sharp sword. His vital qi covered the blade with a layer of orange radiance. The holy light wreaked havoc, and batch after batch of undead fell under the sword light.
"Simao."
Shi Zhenhua and Bo Simao looked at each other. The two of them rose into the air and directly flew over the undead army. They charged towards the undead general riding on the skeleton.
The undead general seemed to have retained a trace of its will and was commanding the battle. If it was not stopped, the disciples would not be able to pass through safely.
"Chu San, take the disciples and leave first."
At this time, Shi Qing also made her move. Vital qi surged around her body as she caught up with Shi Zhenhua and Bo Simao. The three of them formed seals and beams of light continuously blasted towards the undead general's head.
No matter what, they had to withstand it.
"All of you, follow me."
Qin Hao knew that the situation was critical. He looked around and quickly found the weakness of the undead army. He grabbed Yin Qingqing with one hand and used his other hand to continuously release Profound Sage-level Yuan Qi. He led all the disciples of the Taoism Sect and stabbed into the undead army like a sharp dagger. They were like a hot knife cutting through butter as they charged forward quickly.
At this moment, Shi Zhenhua and the other two had joined forces to besiege the Dead Spirit Warrior. The battle was exceptionally fierce. Qin Hao's mission was to buy time and bring the disciples out of danger as soon as possible. This was a battle of time. If Shi Qing and the other two could not escape before they were defeated, everyone would stay here forever and become part of the graveyard.
... to............
The disciples of Dao Sect were very tense. With Qin Hao leading the team and Shi Dong and the Bi 'an protecting them on both sides, they advanced at an extremely fast speed. In fact, other than the fact that the Undead Battle Generals were a little frightening, the ordinary Undead Spirits were not too strong. In a few dozen breaths, they would safely break through the blockade.
Boom!!
At this time, there was a sudden explosion. Not far away, a huge stone tablet exploded. In the fog, a tall figure wearing broken armor stood out. In the desperate eyes of the disciples, he slowly raised his broken sword. On the broken sword, there was a strong death aura mixed with the radiance, and it slashed down.
The second undead general.
"Be careful."
Bo Simao saw it. He moved down. Just as the sword was about to slash down, a ball of Yin and Yang light rose from his palms and blocked the sword.
Chi!
With an ear-piercing slicing sound, the Yin Yang radiance was split apart. Although the Sword Qi was weakened, Bo Simao still spat out a mouthful of blood. His body was in turmoil, and he was almost knocked to the ground by the Sword Qi.
"Elder Bo."
The disciples were shocked. Was the undead general this strong?
The elder of the Martial Pavilion could not even block a sword.
"Li Chuji, what can you do?"
High up in the sky, Shi Zhenhua's hysterical screams could be heard. Seeing that the second undead general had heavily injured Bo Simao, Shi Zhenhua actually grabbed Shi Qing and ignored her resistance.
The flying light flew into the distance until it completely disappeared in the haze.
At this moment, the space seemed to be silent. All the disciples, including Shi Lang of the Sword Valley, looked at the haze in disbelief. Did his respected master just escape?
As an elder of the Dao Sect, he did not care about the lives of his disciples and the injuries of his fellow disciples.
The hearts of the disciples of the Dao Sect were cold.
"Simao, how are you?"
Qin Hao walked over and saw that Bo Simao's two sleeves had been torn apart, and his arms were bleeding profusely. There was even a rotten stench of death Qi seeping into his wounds.
"I feel terrible. Chu San, don't worry about me. Take the disciples and escape. I still have strength. I can … buy you some time …" At this moment, Bo Simao's face was frighteningly pale. It was not the kind of paleness caused by blood loss. Instead, it was as if he had turned into a corpse.
His aura was very chaotic. Blood vessels appeared in his eyes. The blood vessels crawled like worms. His painful expression was filled with a bloodthirsty madness. It was as if he would go crazy in the next second.
"Form the Dao Formation."
Qin Hao shouted. What was the point of running at this time? Obviously, he could see that Bo Simao's condition was very bad. If he was not treated in time, he would soon become the third undead general.
If that really happened, Qin Hao would not be able to save him. He could only kill him. Buzz!
Buzz! Buzz!
Balls of flames flickered. They were of different strengths. There were Saints and high-level Sky Grandmasters.
Elder Bo was severely injured, and the elder of the Sword Valley, Shi Zhenhua, had abandoned everyone and escaped.
But no matter what, they had to fight to survive. According to Qin Hao's instructions, they formed the Dao Formation and tried to open a ray of light from the cracks of death.
"Shi Zhenhua is really a jerk."
Soul Fire gathered in Suan Xiu's palms. He gnashed his teeth in hatred. If he escaped, then so be it. How could he forcibly take his aunt away? If he could return alive, he would not forgive him.
Hearing Suan Xiu insulting Shi Zhenhua, Shi Lang was about to speak. He opened his mouth, but swallowed his words. He touched his conscience and said, "My master is really a jerk. He even abandoned his beloved disciple."
If you want to leave, please take Shi Lang with you. "
"Eat this."
Qin Hao took out a pill and put it in Bo Simao's mouth. He instructed Qingqing to take care of him. Then, standing under the light of the formation, his gaze seemed to penetrate the boundary and see the undead army and the two undead generals.
At this moment, the undead army was like a black mass of ants. Disgusting green liquid flowed from their rotten mouths, and their twisted limbs crawled all over the boundary. The deformed weapons in their hands were constantly slashing at the boundary. Although many of their kind were killed, they did not stop for a moment.
Along with this, the Dao Formation that gathered the power of all the disciples was constantly being weakened. Obviously, it would not be able to last for long.
It seemed that he had no choice but to take action.
"Emperor Yuan, who is good at the path of undead. Interesting."
Qin Hao sneered in his heart. The cemetery was full of undead. They were obviously driven by some kind of will to attack the living.
But it was definitely not the two undead generals who were driving them.
The cultivation of a ninth-level Yuan Venerate was limited. Once a cultivator's physical body died, their divine soul would not last long before dissipating.
The only existence that could drive so many undead was Emperor Yuan, who controlled the power of laws. The guy buried in the tomb was most likely not completely dead.