In the next two days, Shang Luo spent the next two days practicing the Yin Sutra and practicing the manipulation of the white bone puppet.

The white bone puppet under the third-level slave seal basically can't expect much autonomy, attack, defense, including changes in formation, all need to be controlled by Shang Luo one by one, which has room for practice.

With proper practice, even an ordinary bone golem can exert excellent results.

Two days passed, and on the high platform, Shang Luo ushered in his sixth opponent.

"How could it be you?"

Looking at the young man opposite who had changed greatly, completely different from the sick man in his vague impression, Yan Zijie's eyes were filled with surprise.

"Yan Zijie?" Shang Luo shrugged, and the solemnity in his black eyes was immediately relieved.

After getting on the White Bone Boat, it is not a big deal to let people know that they exist. The so-called fake death to get out before was just a cautious strategy he made to protect himself when he was weak, and now, he doesn't have much fear of the Xingluo Hundred Clan, he won't provoke, but he is not afraid.

Moreover, he imagined that the hostility of the Xingluo Hundred Clan towards him was based on the premise of knowing that he had obtained the Star Yuan Baolian, in fact, unless there was a hole in his brain, ordinary people would definitely think that it was the Jade Family, the White Python King, the Shang and other Eastern Seven Families, or other top families in Xingluo, and would not suspect Shang Luo, a rural boy from an ordinary village.

However, the fleeting solemnity in Shang Luo's eyes was captured by Yan Zijie.

"You're not dead? I know, you're Yang Yue's old puppeteer? Xiaobao was killed by the two of you?"

What happened on Tianxing Mountain was all made up by Yang Yue alone, he was already suspicious of this, and after one after another, Yang Yue seemed to have evaporated from the world, who would have thought that he would see a person who should have died a long time ago in this place, all kinds of things were connected in his mind, and a fiery anger erupted from his mind.

"Boy, pay for Xiaobao's life. Staring at the young man in front of him, Yan Zijie's eyes were surging with coldness, only to see him step out, and the surging blood qi burst out from his body, and under the impact of this blood qi, the bone ground suddenly cracked into thin cracks.

"If you want to complain, blame your life is not good. ”

The silver spear burst out like a ferocious long snake, attacking fiercely, and instantly pierced Shang Luo's heart.

"Bang!"

The two fingers were bent together, Shang Luo's fingertips were a touch of dark and cold spiritual power did not come out, circled, and entangled, lightly, pointed on the tip of the gun, and set it aside, the sound of gold and iron exploded, sparks splashed, Yan Zijie had a look of disbelief in his eyes, his powerful shot was so easily dissolved, it was beyond his imagination.

But after all, he has been sharpened on the battlefield, experienced, decisive killing, after the sharp tip of the spear pierced into the bone table, Yan Zijie took advantage of this shock force, held the gun with one hand, kicked hard, and kicked out.

Shang Luo's figure suddenly moved, turning into an afterimage and swept out to the left, his eyes full of helplessness.

Boring.

That's how he feels right now.

Obviously, Yan Zijie in front of him is not the kind of cultivation seed with Dao seeds, he can't master the White Bone Tomb, and his combat power is limited to body refining and cultivation, but the fourfold body refining may be good, but it is too boring in his eyes.

In the battle between the Qi Refining Realm monks, because of the spells and magic weapons they master, there will often be a situation where the weak defeat the strong, but the Body Refining Realm monks have a huge gap in physical fitness every time they are in a heavy realm, and they don't have some special hole cards, so they basically can't reverse the situation.

"It's over. ”

Mo Li appeared in the palm of his hand, and the black and red qi on the narrow blade swept out, surging up the hilt from the palm of his hand, and then like a black and red double dragon wrapped around the blade, demonic, deadly, and bloodthirsty.

These days of killing, the progress of the [Overlord Knife] has become more and more profound, and when it is wrapped around Mo Li, the blade even exudes an aura that makes him feel terrified, jealous, and uneasy.

It was also the bonus of [Overlord Knife] that allowed him to cut off the last opponent's bone puppet so easily.

"What's that?"

Pulling out the tip of the spear forcefully, bringing out the flying bone chips, Yan Zijie danced a few beautiful spear flowers, strong momentum, muscles squirming, and an unspeakable fear suddenly rose in his heart, and the black knife actually brought him a dangerous aura of death, especially a touch of dark and cold spiritual power immediately gushed out from the body of the young man in front of him.

"Are you in the Qi Refining Realm?" Yan Zijie blurted out, his heart solemn as if there was cold water dripping down. In three battles in ten days, he had seen a Qi Refining Realm cultivator, it was the young master of a big clan, if it weren't for the other party's lack of experience and negligence, even if he made rapid progress these days, he would have died a long time ago, and he was very afraid of this strange energy.

"Sort of. Shang Luo said lightly, when the Yin Netherworld spiritual power in his body was attached to Mo Li, the chill on the blade was even worse, as if it was cast by ten thousand years of cold ice. Although the death qi and the yin spirit power are both black, one gives people a feeling of dead silence, and the other is with yin cold, mixed with murderous bloodthirst, evil on top of evil.

[Overlord Knife] was originally an auxiliary secret method, which could increase the attack on the knife path, but it would not hinder the bonus of spiritual power, this knife was an experiment by Shang Luo, and it was also a send-off to Yan Zijie.

Although Yan Zijie didn't take care of him when he was young, and he even had an outbreak of murderous intent against him just now, he was more or less a fellow villager, even if he was the best material for refining the white bone puppet, Shang Luo still decided to give him a good time.

Seeing him off with the strongest sword is a little bit of his heart.

"Under the nine springs, it's fine. ”

With a single slash, the half-moon-shaped knife slashed out.

......

In a large hall on the deck of the Bone Boat.

The purple-robed bone shadow sat on the bone seat, listening to the report of a white bone golem below.

"There are 43 people on the first floor of No. A, 79 on the second floor of No. B, 423 on the third floor of No. C, 1,478 on the fourth floor of T-number, and 3,284 people on the fifth floor of No. E. Among them, the first and second numbers all master the Yin Sutra and the White Bone Mound. ”

"It's slowing down. The purple-robed bone shadow tapped his fingertips on the armrest of the seat, making a crisp sound: "The people of the A and B numbers continue to screen, and there are ten people left in each of the numbers, and the C and D numbers will speed up, eliminate the useless people, and give some time as for the E number." ”

After thinking about it for a while, the purple-robed bone shadow set a policy, as the person in charge of all the miscellaneous matters on this white bone boat, it didn't have many things to deal with, many white bone puppets didn't need to worry about it, the only thing that needed to be serious was the screening of the disciples of the White Bone Dao.

Among them, tens of thousands of people with the five names of A, B, C, D, and E are roughly selected from Jiguo, Chaos, Xingluo and other places, and these people will finally decide ten victors with a brutal battle to the death, and the victors will enter the White Bone Dao with Luo Fa, the lord of the White Bone Boat.

And his job is to try to select excellent disciples.

In the White Bone Dao, one of the main obligations of every true disciple is to bring excellent fresh blood to the sect as much as possible.

"Yes. ”

With the departure of the white bone golem below, the dead silence in the hall returned again, except for the two burning blue spirit fires, everything seemed to freeze.