A figure burst out of the blood coffin, coinciding with the red soul phantom floating in the air, and the wooden soul phantom merged into that figure.

As soon as this figure appeared, the black qi in the coffin instantly swept in, and all of it was absorbed by this figure.

Feng Mu took a closer look, and it was a withered corpse in a blood-colored robe, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked ahead.

And at this time, the evil cultivator woman standing in front of the blood-colored coffin was floating in the air, chanting a spell in her mouth, which was different from what the young ghost cultivators had read before, and two red rays of light suddenly appeared in her eyes, shooting into the blood-robed corpse floating in the air.

The aura that erupted from this dry corpse seemed to be a little stronger than that of Yingchuan and the Void Sea Dao people.

I saw that above the head of the blood-robed corpse, the moon turned red, and through the dark clouds, the scarlet moonlight completely shone on the blood-robed corpse.

At the same time, the breath on the corpse of the bloody robe is still rising!

Feng Mu showed a look of surprise.

"It's already the strength of the god transformation stage, and it can continue to climb?! It seems that this guy is really not simple. Feng Mu said to himself.

And under the illumination of the scarlet moonlight, the skin of the dried corpse of the blood robe actually became plump, as if it had changed from a dry corpse to a human.

I only heard a gentle breath, the blood-robed corpse opened its blood-red eyes, and the ghost qi in its body could no longer be contained, it overflowed directly and drifted away, the surrounding mountains suddenly shattered, countless gravel collapsed, birds were frightened, beasts fled, flying sand and gravel smashed on the ground, and those young ghost cultivators whose souls were dead directly smashed out of pools of blood.

Feng Mu was stunned for a moment when he saw those blood-colored eyes.

As soon as the words fell, the blood-robed corpse that was originally floating in the void suddenly fell into the blood-colored coffin.

The evil cultivator woman looked at the blood-colored eyes and looked at the blood-robed corpse in front of her, her eyes were full of adoring love, and her body couldn't help but tremble and laughed: "Hahaha, the Poison Saint is going to be resurrected, and the era that belongs to our Five Poison Sects is coming!"

"Just by taking a breath unconsciously, you can have such power, after the Poison Saint Lord is truly resurrected, he will definitely be able to push all enemies sideways! When the time comes, our Five Poison Sect will be the master of this heaven and earth! When the time comes, what will those scum cultivators in Xuanzhou and those scum in the Nether Realm count on? When the time comes, the entire heaven and earth will belong to our Five Poison Sect!"

The wild laughter of the evil cultivator woman echoed in the mountains and forests.

The evil cultivator woman touched the bloody robe and dried corpse in the coffin with love on her face, and said to herself: "Lord Poison Saint, wait a minute, you can be completely resurrected!"

Soon, another batch of ghost cultivators appeared!

This batch of ghost cultivators looked slightly different from the ones who sacrificed souls before.

The leader was a black-robed masked man, and his voice was hoarse, and he said, "All the fellow disciples of the Five Poison Sects, today you are fortunate to see the resurrection of our Poison Saint Lord, and the final ceremony begins!"

The black-robed masked man gave an order, and he took the lead first, and under his leadership, everyone suddenly closed their eyes, chanted incantations on their mouths, and prayed.

In an instant, the ghost qi on everyone's bodies, along with their souls, came out.

At this time, the evil cultivator was the only one in the room who did not chant the incantation, and suddenly opened the lid of the coffin.

Countless ghost qi, along with souls, all flew into the bloody robe corpse inside the coffin.

At this time, Feng Mu had already come to the outside of the mountain gate of the Five Poison Gate, and naturally felt the movement inside, so he immediately smiled and said, "Ready to be resurrected?"

Suddenly, the evil cultivator woman looked over.

"Who are you?"

She looked at Feng Mu coldly, the black qi on her body suddenly came out, and the three half-step black-clothed people beside her immediately rushed over!

Feng Mu could see at a glance that these three half-step black-clothed people who turned into gods were all corpse refining puppets, and they were no longer human!

The strength of this evil cultivator woman is just an ordinary god, but she controls three half-step gods, and I am afraid that her real strength can be compared to Yingchuan and Xuhai Dao people at the peak of god-transformation.

Feng Mu looked at the evil cultivator woman curiously and asked, "What is the relationship between you and which poison saint?"

Seeing Feng Mu's indifferent look, this evil cultivator woman was stunned for a moment, and said with a sneer: "Since you are a fool who is not afraid of death, then go and die!"

The evil cultivator gave an order, and one of the refining corpses crawled towards Feng Mu's four feet in an instant.

Feng Mu smiled and blasted over with a punch.

Hundreds of gods and elephants suddenly appeared.

Syllable!

The evil cultivator's eyes widened suddenly, and she saw this refining corpse running on all four feet and sharp corners on all four limbs, and it was instantly smashed into a pool of dirty blood!

The half-step refining corpse of the god, the same person in the same sect that he worked hard to design and kill, the refining corpse transformed with his own great effort, the perfect work that basically did not lose his strength, was smashed into blood mud with a punch!

The evil cultivator woman suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, took two steps back directly, and looked at Feng Mu angrily and in horror.

"You're so good, you actually destroyed the collection I've been collecting for years, you damn it!"

The evil cultivator gave an order, and the other two refining corpses beside her took a step forward in an instant, and one of them grew bone wings on his back and flew towards Feng Mu.

Another refining corpse was able to maintain the exercises before his death, holding a simple magic staff, the light on the staff was bright, and in an instant, a dark green ghost qi fireball appeared in the void, accumulating strength, ready to shoot towards Feng Mu.

At the same time, the corner of the evil cultivator's mouth was bleeding, and her figure disappeared into the shadows in an instant.

Feng Mu looked at the flying refining corpse that flew by, and immediately smiled.

Suddenly, the figure of the evil cultivator woman hidden in the shadows, her figure froze, and she felt the breath on Feng Mu's body, and suddenly soared, and her eyes widened in surprise, and she had a sense of crisis in her heart inexplicably.

"He's in the Transformation Stage, how is it possible!"

Although the evil cultivator woman had the idea of escaping in her heart, she saw that the poison saint she had used her life's strength to resurrect, as well as the three refining corpses she had made, had already been smashed by one, and these two had already made a move, so she fled rashly, was it too cowardly.

At the moment when the evil cultivator woman hesitated, Feng Mu's figure flashed, and the flying refining corpse directly passed through the place where Feng Mu was originally standing, through the phantom of the person who was no longer there, and then slammed it on the ground, and with a bang, it directly smashed out a huge pit.

The evil cultivator's eyes suddenly widened, and this mysterious young man actually appeared in front of her mage refining corpse.

"It's just looking for death, the ghost fireball is launched!"

The evil cultivator felt that Feng Mu was here to find death, and she actually blocked the muzzle of the mage's corpse refining.

This ghost fireball, even if it is a strong person like the evil cultivator woman, he doesn't dare to block it easily, this mage refining corpse, in front of him is the former master of the Five Poison Gate, before he dies, he was directly made alive by the evil cultivator woman to refine the corpse of the mage.

After being made into a mage refining corpse, although the strength has been partially reduced, it can also maintain the strength of the half-step god, and if this ghost fireball completely smashes on the god, it will be difficult for the god to do it.

The evil cultivator woman could already foresee the situation when Feng Mu was burned to pieces by this ghost fireball.

In the next second, the evil cultivator's eyes widened in horror.

I saw Feng Mu smash his fist on this ghost fireball, and with a snap, it was extinguished.

It was simply extinguished.

It's as if she's seen a ghost!

Syllable!

The sound exploded!

The mage's refining corpse was directly slapped into a piece of bone slag.

The evil cultivator woman suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood, her head was split, these refining corpses were connected to the soul of the evil cultivator woman, one was prosperous, the other was defeated, and two refining corpses were destroyed in a row, and the evil cultivator felt that most of her life was gone.

"Cultivator, you are very strong, but if you don't want to die, leave quickly, otherwise, our poison saint is about to be resurrected, and the first thing to do in the resurrection is to use you as a sacrifice sword!"

When Feng Mu saw the evil cultivator woman, he immediately smiled and said, "The Poison Saint is resurrected? I'm afraid I can't resurrect it yet." ”

The evil cultivator's face suddenly changed greatly, and the hairs on her body stood on end, and she was shocked!

She had no idea when this mysterious young man had come to her.

In an instant, the evil cultivator woman bent down, and before she could jump away, the snow-white jade shoulder was suddenly pressed down by Feng Mu.

"Get on your knees!"

The sound of Feng Mu was like a cold wind blowing from Siberia, cold and biting, and when the evil cultivator heard these two words, her head roared, and her knees suddenly felt that someone had stepped on them heavily, and with a click, the whole person knelt down.

Syllable!

On the ground, the evil cultivator woman's knees directly knelt out of a big pit, and the evil cultivator woman's snow-white knees directly knelt black!