Chapter 243: Monument in the Cemetery
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Martial Cultivator Chapter 243: Monument in the Cemetery

Countless skeletons gripped the war sword in their hands, standing solemnly in place, all looking at the same spot.

They did not speak, nor could they.

The cemetery was eerily quiet.

The cultivators stared blankly at the upright skeletons, looking at the war swords in their hands. For some inexplicable reason, they felt like these skeletons were a well-trained army. Perhaps in ancient times, the sects were not like the sects now, focused on recruiting disciples, but more like the secular dynasty of today, forming a large army.

The bloody glow in the eyes of the cultivators did not fade. But at this moment, they merely looked at this skeletal army. It was unclear what they were thinking.

After a moment, one skeleton stepped forward from the ranks, war sword in hand. It arrived in front of a cultivator, raised the war sword in its hand, and beheaded the cultivator with a single swing.

The war sword which looked like it had decayed for countless years, appeared extraordinarily sharp at this moment. With a gentle swing, it severed the cultivator's head.

The head rolled on the ground like a round ball.

Then, the skeleton emitted an extremely incomprehensible sound. It was impossible to discern its meaning.

That was when the people seemed to wake from a dream, snapping back to reality.

"RUN!"

A cultivator yelled out, turning around and running for the outskirts.

But it was still a moment too late. The skeletons carried their war swords and advanced towards the crowd. The eerie green light in their eyes now seemed incredibly terrifying, like malevolent spirits from the abyss!

The scene erupted into chaos. The skeletal army dispersed, carrying their war swords as they approached the cultivators, bringing with them the scent of death.

Wind suddenly arose in the cemetery. It was bone-piercingly cold, as if it came from the deepest part of hell.

A cultivator collided with the skeleton in front of him. In his panic, he quickly invoked a talisman. In an instant, the talisman in his hand ignited, conjuring a fire

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