The people of Xuantian Sect were ashamed and silent, as the head of a sect, his face was also a little ugly, his soul was powerful, his adventures were extraordinary, there was a sword seal of the Immortal to suppress the sea of divine court qi, and it was not easy to affect the Dao heart, after cultivating the Divine Thought Creation Technique, he could withstand the pressure of the breath more than Ye Kai and the others.

Even if the momentum of the Nirvana Dao Monarch is suppressed, he can still do it without changing his face and be calm.

But this time, in the face of the true body of the corpse king released from the coffin of Emperor Xuanhuang, after losing the protection of the system, it once again made him feel the long-lost sense of oppression and fear, as if even his breathing, heartbeat, and pulse had stopped.

Death seems to be in front of you, and facing Nezha and Kong Xuan, it is not the same day!

"Is this the Ancient Corpse King?"

Everyone was apprehensive, holding their breath and looking at it, their eyes converged on the core of the storm, and a majestic figure floated out of the emperor's coffin, gradually becoming clear.

- The Corpse King is leaving!

As the last smoke and dust dissipated, the real body of the Xuanhuang Emperor was completely revealed, exposed to everyone's eyes, and there was no barrier between him and Duan Chou and the others.

There is no doubt that Jiangli has fallen, and even the resurrected and condensed Yuan Shen has been completely wiped out with the Zhenlong Nail, and will die out in this world forever, and there is no possibility of resurrection, therefore, what is left is only a physical body, empty of the flesh and blood of the Feather Corpse King, but there is no sign of sobriety, nor any trace of divine consciousness or divine soul, just angry eyes, with endless anger, resentment and unwillingness, purple red pupils, lost the focus of the spirit.

Ye Kai, Gao Yanli and the others glanced at each other, secretly frightened, with their reincarnation realm true immortal cultivation could not be seen, before their eyes fell, they were all shattered by the incomparably powerful true body power of the corpse king, even if they used their own avenue to suppress the divine consciousness and released it, they could not touch the three zhang range of the corpse king's true body.

The thick ones like ghost pythons, dragons and snakes, wrapped around the corpse king's evil qi surging around their bodies, were hideous and terrifying, and they felt extremely dangerous, as if they had encountered a thunder pool, and they didn't dare to touch it at all.

And juniors like Bi Bufan and Song Jinyu, just because they looked at it, they fainted to the ground, and fell into the illusion of the boundless corpse mountain and sea of blood.

Breaking Sorrow intends to use this to temper their Dao Heart Will, which will be beneficial to their future cultivation, so they didn't deliberately wake them up, but just released the Soul Eater Beast into the dream realm, and asked Bai Qi to help them protect the Dharma to prevent them from encountering the heart demon in the illusion and losing their lives.

Breaking the sorrow swept at a glance, and saw that everyone was fine, so he put his mind at ease, and his eyes returned to the corpse king Zhen's body, and he got the coffin of the Xuanhuang Emperor for so long, this was the first time he opened the coffin lid and saw the real body inside.

The real Ancient Corpse King's body, Feather Realm Heavenly Venerable!

Without the wrapping of the Xuanhuang Emperor's coffin, and without the support of the Xuanhuang breath, the body of the left flew out, floating from the void, standing still.

After ancient years, after the fall and disappearance of the corpse clan, the body of this former king of the corpse clan was exposed to the void for the first time.

Looking at him alone, except for the heavy injuries, there was no change, but the space around him was constantly distorting, and countless ripples were looming, as if a towering ancient mountain was suppressing there, and even the surrounding space had a feeling of being unbearable, constantly shattering and collapsing, making a dull and loud rumbling sound.

Looking at its face, there are no legendary blue-faced fangs, lion-headed leopard eyes, no bloody mouths, flying demon wings, or even dragon scales and claws, and hideous lines.

Jiang Li's whole person is very ordinary, with a burly and majestic body, a middle-aged and handsome appearance, except for the pair of purple-red demonic crystal-like pupils, everything is no different from a normal person.

It's just that he is wearing a tattered blue-black demon god armor, which looks like an ancient god of war, extremely majestic.

The Corpse King held a black blood-bladed god-killing spear in his left hand, and in his right hand, he also grasped a dull Corpse God Ancestor Sword, covered in scars, one after another hideous wounds, tearing the entire body, revealing white bones, like a broken porcelain, full of cracks.

Even one of his hearts was exposed, missing most of it, still pounding.

Eye-catching, terrifying.

In addition, the Corpse King's long hair was scattered and hung down his shoulders, and further down, the entire lower part of his body was cut off at the waist and disappeared.

Even after tens of millions of years, the body of this corpse king, who had long since fallen and died, still exudes an incomparably powerful vitality.

Countless granulations grew and wriggled, trying to heal and grow again, but they were all stopped and cut off by another force remaining in their bodies.

The two forces use the body of the corpse king as a battlefield, as if they are caught in a kind of protracted war of equal strength, for thousands of years day after day, all the wounds are constantly being destroyed and repaired, until now, although the wounds are being recovered bit by bit, but the whole recovery process is extremely slow, so slow that it is almost negligible.

It can be seen how tragic and terrifying the original battle was, so that it could leave an almost indelible wound on the body of this feathered corpse king.

To this day, Jiang Li's body still exudes an extremely tragic aura, like an ancient demon god, proud of the world and the earth, making people shudder.

Unconsciously let people ignore the lower half of his body that was cut off.

There were some palpitations in the heart, even if he had defeated the general and buried him with his own hands, but at this moment he still felt a burst of horror.

When he broke into the small world of the ancient tomb, he almost used his Yuan Shen to awaken the body of the corpse king with his own primordial spirit, but fortunately he used the Zhenlong nail to kill the other party in the emperor's coffin in time, otherwise, what he saw today would not be a calm corpse, but an ancient corpse king who could tear gods and demons by hand.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel lucky.

At this time, everyone who faced the ancient corpse king, excluding the fear in their hearts, also had a sense of humbity of ants.

It is as if you are at the foot of the mountain and look up at the top of the mountain.

Look up to it!

It is said that the mountains look up, the scenery stops, although it cannot be reached, but the heart yearns for it.

The avenue is deep, the immortal road is difficult to achieve, whether it can be reached, everyone has some hesitation and doubts in their hearts, but the realm of feathering immortals, to say that the heart yearns for it, there is absolutely no doubt.

The shadow of the human name tree, excluding the racial identity of the ancient corpse king and the human race, everyone was still sincerely in awe of his ability to achieve the cultivation realm of Dao Feathering, after all, strictly speaking, this was the first native immortal they had really seen so far.

Even if it's just a corpse, an ancient corpse king.

.。 Museum of Literature