It seems as Gu Zhun said.


    At this time, Huang Wei could see the dark cloud of the dead, which was a long distance away from them.


    At this time, it was only in the blink of an eye that it had come to them.


    A few breaths moved such a large area.


    This surprised Huang Wei.


    He only heard of the horror of the army of dead souls. When did he know that the original movement speed of dead souls was so fast.


    It seems that you didn''t lie to yourself!


    If I had just run, I''m afraid I would die faster!


    Compared with these dead souls, their speed is not a bit worse. I''m afraid people can catch up with them in two or three breaths.


    However, now the black cloud of this group of dead souls has fallen on everyone''s head. They are flustered and don''t know what to do.


    After all, this time, it''s not like those bone men before.


    Compared with these dead souls, the previous bone people were a group of crooked melons and dates, which were not up to grade.


    If it is a bone man, song Qingyun can still fight and fight with the bone man. At least there is a glimmer of vitality to grasp.


    But if it is these souls, even song Qingyun and others have no way.


    Because there are just some things that can''t be grasped or touched. They want to fight, but they can''t fight!


    The true gods are folded on these ghosts. Song Qingyun and others don''t expand to think they can compare with the true gods.


    At this time, when they were at a loss, Gu Zhun didn''t speak. He also wanted to see the origin of these dead souls.


    At the moment, they saw a vision in the dark clouds.


    The crowd saw the dark clouds on their heads begin to roll up, revealing infinite evil and a smell of smell and decay.


    Then, under the stunned eyes of the people, we can see that something appeared in the rolling black cloud.


    Not the dead, but something other than the dead.


    It was a big black coffin.


    Every sentence of coffin carries infinite ghost spirit. The coffin covers of some coffins fall off. Song Qingyun can see that there is a corpse lying in each of these coffins.


    Even if every corpse is dead, it still contains powerful energy. Before death, it must be an expert!


    Song Qingyun and others were shocked.


    They did not expect that there was such a thing in the black cloud of the dead. It was terrible.


    Looking at the scale of the dark clouds, which block out the sun, I''m afraid there are thousands of coffins.


    In other words, at least tens of thousands of monks have been killed under the hands of the army of dead souls.


    I''m afraid these monks are not simple people.


    Because ordinary friars don''t have the courage to enter here. Not everyone can enter the thousands of miles of solitary graves.


    "It''s terrible. How many friars have this army of dead souls killed?"


    Silver moon was shocked. Seeing the coffin rolling in the dark clouds, she couldn''t help muttering.


    But no one can answer Yinyue''s question.


    Both song Qingyun and Wang Xian are deeply shocked at the moment.


    Gu Zhun took a faint look at the dark cloud of the dead and looked away.


    He is not song Qingyun. He has seen too many such scenes.


    He had not seen even a larger army of dead souls.


    The largest black cloud of the dead, even dozens of times this one, is worth Gu Zhun''s more eyes. As for these in front of him, Gu Zhun is not afraid, although he is a little afraid.


    "Snore!"


    In the dark cloud rolling, at the moment, when everyone was in a daze, I saw that many things rushed out from the dark cloud.


    People were surprised and subconsciously squeezed the weapons in their hands.


    The magic soldiers were shining. They thought it was the army of the dead who shot at them.


    However, before their martial arts were used, song Qingyun and others were stunned.


    Because the imaginary attack of the ghost army did not happen.


    The few things just shot out of the black cloud are not imaginary offensives, but coffins.


    At the moment, he stopped here steadily and didn''t shoot them.


    "What does that mean?"


    Song Qingyun and others were stunned. Wang Xian also scratched his head. He didn''t understand the meaning of the black cloud of the dead.


    It''s all over the head, but now I don''t do it and give them the coffin. What does that mean?


    They couldn''t figure it out. Then Wang Xian went up and opened the coffins.


    Empty!


    It''s empty!


    Wang Xian was stunned again.


    At first, he thought that the army of the dead released these coffins, which contained the bodies of some monks who had died for many years.


    But unexpectedly, it was empty.


    This made Wang Xian completely confused.


    He can''t understand this riddle!


    "Little Lord, what does that mean?"


    In desperation, they can only look at Gu Zhun.


    At this time, Gu Zhun said with a smile, "have you heard of inviting the king into the urn?"


    "What?"


    As soon as Gu Zhun spoke, they were even more confused.


    try what you have devised against others?


    What does that mean?


    They don''t understand.


    But then, Gu Zhun looked at them puzzled and continued to speak: "count, how many coffins are there?"


    "How many coffins?" Wang Xian was stunned and looked at the coffins on the spot.


    1、 Two, three, four


    "Exactly ten!" said Wang Xian.


    "How many people are there?" Gu Zhun asked again.


    Wang Xian: "exactly, ten?"


    Wang Xian took a look and said it almost subconsciously.


    Including Lu Zifeng and old turtle, there are exactly ten people in total.


    Ten people, ten coffins!


    Combined with the four words Gu Zhun Gang just said.


    try what you have devised against others!


    Immediately, everyone understood completely!


    It turned out that these ten coffins were prepared for them!


    No wonder these dead black clouds don''t attack. Are they too lazy to attack?


    Release ten coffins directly and let them lie in by themselves.


    Too arrogant!


    Wang Xiandu felt his anger burning in his chest.


    This is no longer a question of strength. It is simply an insult!


    I was insulted by a group of dead souls?


    Even if he is defeated by these dead souls, he can only say that his skills are inferior to others. Then Wang Xian even admits it.


    But you didn''t do it, so you threw out the coffins and let them lie in and die.


    I don''t even care to do it.


    Can you stand it?


    Immediately, Wang Xian was unwilling.


    He pulled out his long gun directly and stabbed it into the dark clouds in the sky!


    "Die!"


    Wang Xian shouted angrily!


    He doesn''t believe it. Can he be bullied by a group of dead souls who have died for many years?


    Anyway, I''m also a strong man, okay?


    Immediately, Wang Xian broke out the most powerful blow of his life, shot straight up, and killed the dead black cloud!