C550 Corpse Escort(part Ii)
Pah!!
Qin Sheng forcefully patted Han Mengchen's butt and let out a deep roar like that of a wild beast. He said, "Shut up, there are ghosts following us!"
Han Mengchen's face was flushed red and there was a burning pain coming from her butt. She was embarrassed and angry. With her peerless talent and the Innate Pill Fire, she was accepted as the last disciple of the Divine Palace Realm by Qiu Qingyi. She was destined to shine on the entire Great Yan Dynasty in the future.
These days, Han Mengchen often fantasized about following her teacher to the Divine Pill Sect after this academy examination. There was an extraordinary heaven's pride there, and he would step on a seven-colored cloud to pursue her.
However, she never thought that on this dark and windy night, Qin Sheng would suddenly erupt.
"This bastard actually hit my place. . . " Han Mengchen gritted her teeth. She wanted to defend but found that it was all futile because she felt that she was imprisoned by Qin Sheng.
This feeling was similar to the time when she passed the Flowing Cloud Academy and back mountain forbidden area, the elemental energy was also sealed by the Seal.
Qin Sheng's speed was too fast. The wind and lightning were so strong that Han Mengchen's jade complexion felt a sharp pain.
Hua. . .
In the end, Qin Sheng stopped on a huge pile of rocks.
"We can't escape. " Qin Sheng's expression was extremely ugly.
"Set up the formation. I hope Corpsetaker didn't notice us. "
Qin Sheng flipped his hand and threw out a sparkling glyph bone, as well as a few nine-sided sites that he had dug out from an ancient site.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The Formation Flags danced in the air, and tens of thousands of crystals flew in all directions.
A Fourth Grade illusory formation was finally formed.
On this pile of rocks, Qin Sheng and Han Mengchen curled up in a corner, hugging each other.
Han Mengchen struggled with all her might!
"Don't f * cking move. We met Corpsetaker. "
Qin Sheng glared at her and transmitted his voice to her.
"Corpsetaker?" Han Mengchen screamed.
"Shut up. Do you want to die?"
Qin Sheng was about to go crazy. This stupid woman still dared to scream. If she attracted Corpsetaker, both of them would die.
"Ring ring ring ~"
"Ring ring ~"
The sound of a bell came from afar. Under the Fourth Grade Illusion Formation, this place was very illusionary. As long as one did not pay special attention, one would not notice Qin Sheng and Han Mengchen.
The sound of the bell was getting closer and closer. Qin Sheng and Han Mengchen blocked their breathing.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
The ground shook, and then under the dim night sky, Qin Sheng saw a sarcophagus slowly flying over. That sarcophagus was very ancient, and it was flickering with a black and gold rune. It was carved with carvings that even he couldn't understand.0
The sarcophagus was broken, and there were even cracks on it. Cadaveric fluid seeped out from the cracks, and even though they were very far away, Qin Sheng could still smell a foul stench.
On top of the sarcophagus sat black robed elder. His entire body was covered with black fogs, and it was accompanied by a cold aura of death. Even though they were very far away, it still made Qin Sheng and Han Mengchen shiver, as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. They had no choice but to hug each other to warm themselves up.
That mysterious man with the black robe was probably the legendary Corpsetaker.
Corpsetaker was mysterious and terrifying because he was just too evil. All of Fighter kept a distance from him, not daring to get close to him.
Qin Sheng didn't dare to use the yellow spring fire, fearing that the pill fire would attract Corpsetaker's attention. Although the probability of this happening was very low, Qin Sheng wouldn't dare to take such a risk.
If Corpsetaker really found out about this, who knew if the soul would be extracted and turned into a Soul Lamp, then his body would be refined into a Talisman Corpse.
There was a high chance that Corpsetaker was also evil, except for a few good people like Corpsetaker.
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