Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

In less than half a minute, he came to the sky where the elf girl's breath emerged.

This is located in the southeast of Izumo City, close to the suburbs, in a small manor built by the mountains and forests.

Although the dense black mist is not as thick as the other place, it has accumulated a lot.

They keep piling up, trying to distort the space around them.

Some of them have even broken through the space and appeared in the present world.

As soon as this part of the black mist arrived in the present world, it turned into a cloud of dirty black water droplets.

Spread silently on the ground.

The place where the black water has spread has grown gray-green, like a carpet made of mycelium, and under the mycelium are groups of squirming flesh walls.And the flesh wall is still spitting out white turbid liquid.

Lowering the height, Yu Zhongming frowned, and touched the blade of the sword with the palm of his right hand -- at this time, it was indeed the sword in his hand, which reassured him the most.

In this way, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, stepped on the carpet of flesh wall with a serious face, and came to the building with the thickest black mist.

This is also the main building in the manor.

Slowly pushing open the door covered with a layer of flesh, Yu Zhongming stepped into the room.

Looking at the indoor environment, he knew that he might not be able to go back today until later.

Chapter 47 The Fall Comes

This is a simple and exquisite bungalow.

The walls of the hall are dotted with green vines and flowers, and small flowers of different colors are wrapped around the handrails of the steps.

Murals depicting fields and forest landscapes stretch on and on.

In the center of the hall, a clear spring surges on the pure white marble steps.

If the moonlight shines at midnight, strands of brilliance will set off here like a forest under the moon, without the smell of fireworks in the city at all.

It should have been like this.

Yu Zhongming held the inscription pad? Bai Wugou's hilt, and looked at the surrounding environment with a frown.

He can still see the original scenery from the surrounding floors and walls that have not been swallowed up.

That's only a small part left.

The original green wall was now covered by wriggling flesh, and the surface of the flesh was covered with a layer of milky white viscous liquid.

The small flowers on the handrail of the steps have withered branches and leaves, but the color has become more vivid, and sharp and ferocious sawtooth can be seen in the center of each flower.

The mural depicting the green landscape seems to be alive, and the blood-stained spots spread to the entire mural, and drops of blood seep from the painting from time to time.

The pool with the surging clear spring was full of yellow-green pus, exuding a disgusting smell.

Yu Zhongming looked over the stairs and looked in the direction of the second floor.

In his spiritual vision, he could see traces of the breath of the earth continuously gushing out from a certain room on the second floor.

This breath is steady, long and full of the flavor of life.

Layers of green vines and tree roots have become a strong fortress, resisting the invasion of the fleshy carpet in the corridor on the west side of the second floor.

But it is obviously not the opponent's opponent.

These plants are being eroded at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The eroded part was re-formed into new flesh wall creep, which accelerated the erosion.

The green color is quickly being soaked into a filthy appearance.

Ka~!Ka~!

The sound of wood being pushed apart.

Ok?

The sword energy lingered under Yu Zhongming's feet, swinging away the fleshy tentacles that wanted to wrap around his ankles.

With a light touch of the ground, the fleshy wall near the feet is cleaned up.

The original wooden floor was leaked.

Ka~!Ka~!Ka~!

With three crisp sounds in succession, Yu Zhongming frowned and took two steps back.

Bang~!

Where he was originally, the floor shattered with a bang, and a huge fleshy tentacle broke through the floor and rose up.

Wow~!

In the next moment, the tentacles came across the surface with the sound of howling wind.

Yu Zhongming was still holding the inscription knife in his hand? Bai Wugou, the blade was not out of its sheath.

With a flick of the scabbard.

A gust of wind pressure combined with infinite sword energy, connecting into a huge vacuum wind blade.