The yellow-green poisonous smoke shot straight up into the sky, and every sore was stirring up thick yellow-white slurry, which flowed and gathered all the way, forming a river at the foot of these mountains.

The highest mountain peak is the one where the Yin Corpse Sect is located. The entire mountain is like the back of a toad, with countless large and small brown protrusions shining with bright green light, surging rhythmically.

It seems that it is the living body of some kind of giant. The thick yellow-white slurry flowing out of the arches on this island turns into an ocean outside the mountain and surrounds the main mountain.

What is quite strange is that the slurry does not flow from top to bottom. When Duan De first came, although the landform seemed flat, the edges were actually lower than the center. At this time, the yellow slurry sea showed an arc outward.

trend.

That is to say, the high edge in the middle gradually decreases. At that time, there were still dead creatures such as zombies and zombies. Now, it is strange that no living creatures can be seen in the Infernal Island.

There was not even the slightest sound of wind in the entire Infernal Island. Everything was moving, but it was surprisingly quiet.

Yin Corpse Sect Treasure World

The place like the starry sky is still the same as it was when Duan De came in, except that one Wenqu star is missing. The star as blazing as the sun still radiates light and heat.

The sun-like stars are actually the heads of the chaotic creatures. At this time, on top of the heads, between the eyebrows of the faces of the creatures, there are thousands of filthy figures sitting cross-legged.

From their clothing, they can be vaguely identified as monks of the Yin Corpse Sect. This mysterious force rarely appears in the cultivator world, so the cultivator world's understanding of it is still extremely limited.

However, there were nearly 10,000 monks everywhere, all of whom were in the Mahayana stage at the lowest level. They were unable to resist the inexplicable pressure on their heads. At this time, they were sitting in a group, surrounded by a light shield.

When I exchanged the teleportation array with Duan De, many of the Yin Corpse Sect's major cultivators were extremely disdainful. It was already a belonging of the sect. Since the ancestors can come in, they can naturally come in if they are given time. Why exchange it with a precious star?

At the beginning, some people set up formations and hid here without believing in evil, but they all had no way of getting in. For a moment, they all thought that Duan De was using a trick to trap them, so they almost issued a death warrant to arrest Duan De.

Fortunately, Yan Xi's father knew something and stopped him in time. It cost three half-immortals serious injuries to confirm that Duan De was not cheating. When the three half-immortals came out, their expressions were dignified and excited, and they didn't care at all that the half-immortals' bodies were injured.

.

In the words of Yu Xi’s father: being able to withstand the pressure there is extremely useful for condensing the body of a semi-immortal. It is even possible to achieve a true immortal body without the spirit of immortality, surpassing the entire world of cultivators.

superior!

It's just that this premise is a bit difficult, comparable to flying in the daytime.

Yanxi's mysterious father would not go through all the trouble to invite Duan De to open the door just to benefit the half-immortals in the sect.

The entire Infernal Corpse Sect's half-immortals then went in and out, injured and recovered, and their strength could be said to be immediate until they adapted to the pressure on their heads.

With experience, not only can half-immortals stay longer, but even peak-level monks can enter briefly under the guidance of half-immortals. The benefits are self-evident.

Just three years ago, all the tombs of the Infernal Corpse Sect on the Infernal Corpse Island mutated. Yellow-white thick slurry and yellow-green poisonous smoke spewed out from the ground. Whether it was a monk or a zombie controlled by a monk, whether it was a disciple in the Qi training period or a Mahayana disciple.

If you are a monk, you will die if you touch it.

For a time, the Yin Corpse Sect, which was originally comparable to two super first-class sects, was almost wiped out overnight under the Mahayana. At the critical moment, the leader of the Yin Corpse Sect showed his dharma and passed down a strange formation.

Most of the peak monks had gathered at the point leading to the head, and the losses were not much. At this critical moment, the sect master passed on the method, and the poisonous smoke had blocked all their escape routes. Although many monks guessed that there might be something fishy in it, they also resisted.

No.

They all entered the world of skulls and acted according to the laws taught by the sect leader, which is the origin of what they are like now.

"Young Sect Master, it will take another ten years to achieve success, I don't know Sect Master?..."

On the top of the huge eyebrows where Duan De once climbed, Yu Xi crossed her legs and played the guqin. Her enchanting phoenix eyes were even more feminine, and her long, snow-white fingers gracefully played the guqin on her knees.

A clear and far-away sound came out. Compared to the monks at the center of her brows, Yu Xi's body was clean and spotless, her expression was peaceful, her eyes seemed to be closed, and she didn't care at all about the half-immortal kneeling in the void.

"Young, Young Sect, tomorrow will be the time when the antidote will be distributed. I hope that Young Sect Master will take pity on you. We will do our best to open the seal, even if we die, we will have no regrets!"

This demi-immortal's hair and beard were all unhealthy and withered yellow. He had very little flesh and blood all over his body. His skin was sallow and withered, as if he was about to die, and his aura was stagnant and fluctuating.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know at a glance that this is a sign of poisoning. In fact, this old man used to be the leader of the sect after the master of the Yin Corpse Sect. Even now, even the high-ranking Yuanxi has to respectfully call himself a junior when he sees it.

But now, he was trembling and speaking in a deliberately lower tone. During the short period of time when Yanxi ignored him, he was extremely frightened.

"Well, Mr. Zong, please get up quickly. Don't try to upset this junior. Just now, I was so mesmerized by playing the piano that I was so far away that I didn't realize that Mr. Zong was coming. It's really a sin. Mr. Zong came here this time with some clues?"

The last sound of the piano played a very long tune in the void, which probably wouldn't have dissipated until after a stick of incense was burned. Yan Xi pressed her left hand on the strings of the piano, and with an intriguing arc at the corner of her mouth, she glanced at the elder Zong, who was like a sieve of chaff, and spoke slowly.

"Young Master, please calm down, Young Master, please calm down. I deserve to be disturbed by Young Master. I really deserve to die. I hope Young Master will take pity on me..."

Elder Zong was shocked to hear that Yu Xi had made a sound, and the already tight string almost broke. He begged for mercy in a hurry. How could he have any dignity of the top powerhouse in the cultivator world?

"Um?"

Yuan Xi's brows furrowed slightly, not healing for a moment, and the old man's cry for mercy stopped abruptly. She lay down in the air and shivered, not daring to speak again.

Seeing this, Yuan Xi showed humility on her face, and threw out a bronze bottle, hitting the old man on the back of the head. In the old man's withered gray hair, a wound similar to the bottom corner of the bronze bottle was visible to the naked eye.

Before the blood could burst out, the old man stopped his movements. It was not because he dared to use the techniques to resist, but because he was afraid that his own blood would cause Yu Xi discomfort.

"Take it, ten years? It's a long time. I'm afraid my father doesn't have much patience to wait, so hurry up, eh?~~~"

Suddenly, his whole head shook, and the monstrous alien pressure suddenly became much stronger. The old man was depleted of essence and blood, his true energy was weak, and his Taoist charm was scattered. In addition, he did not dare to use his cultivation to resist in front of Yu Xi. How could he withstand such a sudden change?

It stagnated in an instant, and then turned into pieces at a speed visible to the naked eye, scattering like pieces of burned paper.

But Yan Xi completely ignored the disappearance of the half-immortal. The moment she stood up, the precious guqin lying across her knees turned into dust.

"What's going on?"

Yan Xi closed her eyes in shock and felt.

"Xi'er, someone seems to have sacrificed the head of 'Yun' using ancient methods! As long as my father keeps an eye on this place, you can quickly return to the world of cultivators to find out the whereabouts of this person and bring him back no matter the cost!"

Before Yuan Xi could figure out the reason, a message came into her ears, and Yuan Xi looked shocked when she heard the words.

"Sacrifice? How is that possible? Not to mention that in today's cultivator world, even in ancient times, no one can sacrifice the ancestors of chaos!"

"Don't delay. I'm not completely sure about this, but I'd rather believe it. Let's go."

"I will obey my father's orders!"

Yuan Xi didn't pursue it anymore. The Yuanxi she knew now was totally different from the Yuanxi whom Duan De knew. At that time, she and his father were on the same level as each other, but now they are so respectful.

Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he can travel through most areas here without any defense?

After Yan Xi disappeared from the skull world, there was a low voice in the void.

"Too little, too little. If you can get this method...the world of cultivators? The world of demons? Haha, what's in your pocket!"

voodoo district center

As the yellow thread poured into He Biao's body, He Biao's whole aura began to become obscured. There seemed to be no change in time and space in the stagnant space. The only thing that changed was He Biao's increasingly tyrannical fluctuations.

Duan De's body seemed both real and imaginary at the moment. His crazy-looking shadow was frozen on the entire altar platform. It had not dissipated even a little bit. It was not known which shadow his current body overlapped with.

The peripheral souls were also frozen, and the whole bloody and evil scene seemed to consume nothing. Perhaps the only thing consumed was Tuo Yu Zhenren's possessions.

The floating skeletal body on the periphery was already sitting cross-legged on the Wuji Desolate Cauldron that had transformed into a water tank at some point. The broad black robe merged with the shrinking and expanding light wheel behind him.

The deathly gray light wheel of resentment is particularly eye-catching at this time. It seems to be more conspicuous than the thick black light wheel. The dark green color belonging to voodoo is fading. Is it becoming pure, or is it being covered up by the sharply increasing resentment of heaven and earth?

"Hey! You still haven't woken up yet!"

The scene went from extreme stillness to extreme motion in an instant. A thunderous shout was like a stone breaking glass, and the stagnant altar was like a shadow on the glass. As it shattered, it quickly turned into a lifeless gray color.

The red blood, the light black soul, and the white bones all lost their proper colors in an instant.

‘Bo’

The sound of the bubbles breaking beneath the shouting was very light. However, as this inconspicuous sound of breaking sounded, the void seemed to come alive, and a strange rustling sound followed.

The entire altar on the top of the mountain turned into ashes, revealing Duan De with a tired face, his eyes closed and solemn, hanging in the void, ignoring He Biao, who had a blank look on his face and golden light in his eyes.

"Sect Master? I..."

The tiny sound was like countless ants crawling across the sand, and gradually became coherent, and the sound also became louder. Duan De opened his eyes, and there was already a black and red mysterious light in the sky.

"He Biao, go back and comfort your mother-in-law. If you have any questions, just ask them. I have no time to talk to you now!"

After yelling, without waiting for He Biao to react, the bone body that turned into a body of more than ten feet pinched the back of the guy's neck and threw him into the void formation that Duan De had casually formed.
Chapter completed!