"Corpse Warrior?"

Cui Hao's expression changed slightly, and a scimitar appeared in his hand, waving a crescent-shaped knife energy, which shook the black gas away.

The black air did not disappear immediately, wrapped around the scimitar and spread downward, like a devil's arm, looking very strange.

A flash of light, Cui Hao turned some true energy before he drove away the black gas from the scimitar.

Looking up, a young man with dark face was above a dark cloud, holding a long whip in his hand, looking lifeless.

But his eyes were extremely sharp, and he kicked at Cui Hao, which made him feel an unparalleled sharpness.

"The corpse clan warrior who came out of nowhere was young, and he actually had the cultivation level of a peak semi-saint."

Cui Hao thought in surprise.

Xiao Chen, who rushed over, grabbed the flame crystal that was chopped out in his hand, and the bloody flame disappeared.

A blood-colored crystal that was the size of a glass bead and was dull in color appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

By looking at the color and size of the *, you can guess that this flame crystal is obviously a defective product.

After looking at Cui Hao and the mysterious corpse warrior, Xiao Chen's eyes flicked and looked at the flame crystal that continued to speed.

With more than a dozen flame crystals, you can always find an existence with medium quality.

On the throne, Wang Can smiled coldly, jumped into the air, and in a flash, he rode the thick dark clouds and came to the front of the large group of flame crystals in a leap.

A long whip swept out from his hand, and a violent wind swept over, and the flight trajectory of more than a dozen flame crystals was completely disrupted.

Then the long whip was rolled up again, and three or four flame crystals were put into his hands. He looked at Cui Hao who was chasing him, sneered and pointed at the sky.

Two sarcophagus flashed in the void, blocking Cui Hao one in front and the other behind.

The coffin door slammed open, and a terrifying corpse air overflowed from inside. Two ferocious demon zombies, wearing heavy stone armor, rushed towards Cui Hao.

The full moon roulette inside the body was suspended above the head, sprinkling a silk-like light curtain. Cui Hao held the crescent moon scimitar and slashed heavily on the chest of the demon zombie in front.

A dull sound rang out, and the knife did not even shatter the stone armor on the demon zombie's chest, leaving only a shallow mark, which knocked it back ten meters.

The demon zombie behind him took the opportunity to kill him. The five black fingers were as sharp as sharp knives and inserted on the curtain hanging from the full moon roulette.

To Cui Hao's surprise, the curtain formed by the moonlight could not stop the attack of this demon zombie, and there was a black corpse energy lingering on its fingertips.

The curtain seemed to be corroded, and it was easily missed by the demon zombie's fingers. The demon zombie smiled cruelly, and five fingers grabbed Cui Hao's back.

At this moment, Cui Hao had just repelled the demon slaughter in front of him, and there was no time to dodge. If he was caught.

The corpse energy that may contain the will to death on his fingertips will cause a fatal blow to him.

Just when he was frightened, a loud noise came from behind him, and a huge force surged out above the head of the demon zombie, and the demon zombie was flew thousands of meters below.

Bang!

An interstellar meteorite roared and hit the demon zombie. The meteorite that came in a hurry collapsed and turned into debris scattered, but the demon zombie was not damaged at all.

The corpse was surprisingly powerful. Xiao Chen thought to himself that this demon zombie is more than one level stronger than the demon zombie refined by the Netherworld Sect in the Cangqin Realm.

"Thank you!"

After saving his life, Cui Hao sincerely thanked Xiao Chen, he was a little careless.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly and pointed to his front. Cui Hao suddenly realized that there was still a demon zombie that had not been resolved. Now is not the time to say thank you.

With a light change of eyes, just after just one delay, more than a dozen flame crystal stones were taken away by the genius warrior of the corpse clan named Wang Can.

"No, not completely."

A trace of solemnity flashed across Xiao Chen's calm face. When the other party's long whip was about to sweep away the last moment of the flame crystal, he was actually broken free by the flame crystal.

A dazzling ball of lightning suddenly burst out from his feet. Xiao Chen used his Thunder Dragon Step with all his strength, raised his foot and arrived at a distance of five thousand meters in an instant.

He reached out and grabbed the last flame crystal in his hand. The blood flame disappeared, and a dark and delicate crystal appeared in Xiao Chen's hand.

Xiao Chen looked happy and said, "It's really a top-grade flame crystal. It seems that he guessed it well."

Several disciples of Haotian Sect who arrived nearby early but did not dare to act rashly because they were concerned about Wang Can. Seeing this scene, they undoubtedly seemed quite envious.

"court death!"

Wang Can was furious, but the value of a top-grade flame crystal was more valuable than the flame crystal he had harvested.

The long whip was extended infinitely, like a furious black poisonous snake, slashing towards Xiao Chen fiercely.

Holding the flame crystal in his left hand, Xiao Chen raised his head slightly, looked at the attacking black whip, and directly reached out and grabbed the whip firmly in his hand.

On the throne of death, Wang Can couldn't help laughing at Xiao Chen who grabbed his long whip. He dared to compete with the corpse clan warriors, and he was overestimating his ability.

His hands, which were as hard as iron, suddenly pulled back and he was about to pull Xiao Chen over.

But at the other end of the long whip, Wang Can felt as if he was pulling a mountain and river, and he didn't move at all. His face looked a little ugly and strange: "Can't you pull it?"

Xiao Chen sneered and gently pulled his right hand back. Wang Can, whooshed, was taken up by the air with a whoosh.

In terms of strength, the opponent will be completely defeated.

The former true disciples who saw this scene in the back undoubtedly took a breath of air. Among the five Kunlun tribes today, the corpse clan is famous for its strong body.

Even the demon clan, who always claims to be strong in body, is slightly inferior to the corpse clan.

Among the five Kunlun tribes, the corpse tribes and the ghost tribes are practitioners of the path of death, but the directions of the two are completely different.

The Corpse Clan studies the methods of refining various demon zombies and demon corpses, and refines various powerful corpses. No matter whether it is the human gods or the corpses of spirit beasts, they will not let go.

He even uses this technique of refining corpses to himself, pursues a state of immortality, and proves the truth with corpses, and becomes a corpse god.

Among the five tribes today, they are the least popular among other tribes. It would be the same if anyone else was involved. How could a group that always stares at your family’s various ancestral tombs feel at ease?

But even with such great pressure, the number of corpse tribes is not as large as other tribes, but it has existed safely for tens of thousands of years, and the inheritance has always been immortal.

The ancient races and many powerful races disappeared, and passed through the long river of history. The corpse race was able to achieve this level, which has a lot to do with its almost perverted body refining techniques.

But it was not surprising that such a terrifying peak semi-saint of the corpse clan, who was pulled down by Xiao Chen, was brought out directly.

Wang Can's face was shocked. Unexpectedly, he was taken away by the other party in just one loss of consciousness.

However, he reacted quickly and let go and killed Xiao Chen with the opportunity. His eyes were cold, and he was still very confident in his body.

In melee combat, no one of the same generation of warriors could defeat him. Just now, it was just a careless person.

But it was disappointed that he was not because he was careless and lost to Xiao Chen in physical competition.

But he is really not as good as Xiao Chen. In terms of physical body, Xiao Chen is now a two-level holy body. He has taken a variety of treasures in heaven and earth, and in terms of strength, he has a terrifying force of more than two million kilograms.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two of them made three moves in a row, and finally they punched each other. As soon as Pu touched, Wang Can was directly bombarded by Xiao Chen.

However, Xiao Chen also felt his fingers numb slightly, and the other party's body seemed to have left his flesh and blood, like some kind of metal magic material.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and Xiao Chen thought to himself that the corpse tribe's body refining technique really underestimates him.

Thinking of this in my heart, I didn't stop moving. I threw away the black whip in my hand, and killed the man directly on the Thunder Dragon Step.

A foreign master, he had long wanted to experience it. If he had the chance, it would be a good thing to take away the Throne of Death.

Wang Can was blown away by Xiao Chen's punch, shocked and angry, and his body flipped, and sat back on the Throne of Death again.

Looking at Xiao Chen chasing him, the black marks flashed between his eyebrows, and the black clouds under the throne began to roll continuously.

On the throne of death, Wang Can, who had been in a mess before, was now like a king in the dark, and a scent of decay and death filled with it.

Facing Xiao Chen, who was chasing him, he patted his palm calmly, and black smoke rose from the throne. Like tentacles, it wrapped around Wang Can's palm spread to his palm, forming the word "death".

Xiao Chen chased him too quickly and could not retreat even if he wanted to. At the moment when the word "death" was formed, a pair of fleshy palms met with force like a mountain torrent.

The power of a palm is more than 2 million kilograms, and a hill can be exploded in front of Xiao Chen.

But Wang Can sat on the throne of death, but it didn't move at all. However, the black clouds under the throne were rolling even more powerfully, and a will to death burst out from Wang Can's palm.

Before Xiao Chen could unfold his immortal thunder will, he was shocked back, his body was circulating with blood and blood surging.

On the palm, there was a black dead energy wrapped around it, and its vitality disappeared rapidly and slowly decayed with a visible degree of naked eyes.

But for a moment, Xiao Chen's smooth and white palms quickly grew old. They were as thin as firewood and covered with gullies, like the palm of a mortal in his seventies or eighties, which seemed very terrifying.

The dead aura was still spreading and rushing upwards.

Looking at the distance, a group of people were shocked and their will to die was so terrifying. Xiao Chen looked at his palm and frowned slightly, but he didn't have much worry.

He was in greater trouble. In his sea of ​​consciousness, he was covered with layers of the spiritual power of the throne like a silkworm cocoon. After the other party released his will to death, a few cracks began to appear, and there were signs of breaking out at any time.
Chapter completed!