"Nine Secluded Purgatory, Hai Wuji, in the late stage of the transformation of the gods, good at refining poisonous corpses, no fellow disciples are willing to travel with you, just because you have bad deeds, you are difficult to write, and you are a habitual offender who starts with the same sect. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"I like to plunder monks the most, but I have never taken a single person into the mountain gate, because your men have never survived."

"Seeing you, it really surprised me, I thought that the Nine Shades Purgatory would be a little more scruples, and looking at that adult's face, it would not be impossible to do things ......"

"Tsk!" Hai Wuji slightly restrained the excited light in his eyes, "The order I received was indeed to let you go back, but you also said that my Hai Wuji's subordinates have never lived, and they have never lived!" Even my brothers and sisters are not immune, you people, why should I make an exception! ”

The path of cultivation costs a lot, if you want to trample everyone under your feet, if you want to win easily in life and death battles again and again, it is impossible without the support of a large number of materials, the Nine Shades Purgatory guards this dangerous border, and is used to seeing life and death, so it has long been no longer serious about human life, and the corpses of the monks of the affiliated sects can be dragged back to make refining corpses, and they will not care much about the living.

Probably except for themselves, all cultivators are the same "material" in their eyes.

"So, you didn't come alone? Those unlucky people who are with you must have been poisoned by you. As he spoke, Mo Dye Yi transmitted the sound to the disciples of the Battle Hall to quickly move away from this place.

Hai Wuji's ruthlessness, cold-blooded perverts, and murderous people are not the main reason why he ranks third in the alliance's internal bounty list, but his army of poisonous corpses is the one who is truly feared.

"Want to see my latest collection?" Every pervert can't be measured with common sense, and he can clearly see that the ink-dyed clothes are dragging time and letting those little guys in the Cold Jade Palace escape, but he just doesn't care, and he still has the heart to show it.

Without waiting for anyone to speak, he waved his hand, and the coffins of the corpses of a water were neatly arranged, and the rich dead air covered the sky and the sun, stirring the gloom and darkness of this piece of heaven and earth.

The coffins were opened one after another, revealing a "fresh" corpse inside.

Judging by the color of the skin of the corpses, there is no doubt that these monks were poisoned.

There are several poisons in each coffin, either poisonous flowers and poisonous plants, or poisonous insects and poisonous pills, which release wisps of poisonous gas, which are inhaled by the corpses without leakage, and for each point inhaled, the toxicity of these corpses is heavier.

This is only Hai Wuji's latest collection, from the unlucky fellow who received the task with him, so how many of his previous collections, looking at the time that this person is notorious, it is extremely scary to think about it!

The monk who died at his hands not only provided him with countless materials, but also did not waste them when he died, and he could also contribute a corpse for Hai Wuji to fill his exaggerated army of poisonous corpses......

"Boom! I'm a little anxious to let you join, but don't worry, the corpse must be concocted step by step, every detail must be considered, rest assured, in order to make the corpse refining more perfect, I will not allow myself to make mistakes. Hai Wuji assured that he had already taken these people into his possession.

"Senior Brother Wuyu, you go first." Wu Miao held the sword in his hand, stepped forward, and motioned for Wu Mi to leave with the five punishment senior brothers and the commander.

The spirit sword in her hand was colorful, fluorescent, and very dazzling, and the faint poisonous mist that permeated her surroundings was dispelled by the sword light.

"Wumiao, you take Senior Brother and Lord Commander to go first." Wuyu will not let Wumiao stay, Hai Wuji's army of poisonous corpses, they are also border monks, they know more in detail.

The Five Punishments silently sacrificed their spirit swords and looked at the ink-dyed clothes, "Lord Commander, please take the first step." ”

The edict given to him by Uncle Liuting was to let him wait and see what happened, but thinking about it, Uncle Shi didn't expect that the person sent by the Nine Shades Purgatory would be Hai Wuji.

After hesitating for a moment, the Five Punishments removed the storage bracelet from his wrist, erased the spiritual sense on it, and threw it to the ink-dyed clothes.

The latter was stunned for a moment, the action of the five punishments was indeed beyond her expectations, the ink dyed clothes thought that the five punishments were as rigid as his face, and he strictly adhered to the rules and dogmas of the sect and did not know how to change, it seemed that every executive disciple of the Xiuzhen sect seemed to be carved out of a mold, and it was difficult to find a trace of this kind of thing in them.

She knew that inside was the sword spirit that the six pavilions had promised to give to the five tilts.

The fifth punishment asked her to take the sword spirit away, and she was planning to fight with Hai Wuji.

Mo Dye Yi is very grateful to the three Divine Transformation Stage monks for taking care of her as a little primordial baby.

But in fact...... I don't need to say it.

Hai Wuji's army of poisonous corpses is not without a way to crack it, but it is just difficult for ordinary monks to do it.

Didn't return the storage bracelet to what was in her hand and let her spit it out, uh, hard.

Put it away generously.

A no-brainer.

Snow Maiden and Ah Cai appear.

Hai Wuji's gaze was immediately attracted, whether it was the Ice Queen or the Colorful Dragon, although they maintained a large area of human form, they could see the difference at a glance for monks who had been dealing with the physical body all year round.

His gaze was intensely inquiring.

can maintain a fierce reputation for so many years, Hai Wuji is by no means reckless.

Wuyu Zhenjun, Wumiao Zhenjun, Wuxing Zhenjun, and the monks of Qixia Sword Sect are all sword cultivators, and the Nine Shades Purgatory doesn't know much about them, even if he has never fought each other, he doesn't take them seriously.

Hanyu Palace is even more unconcerned by him, a small Yuan Baby, not yet handy.

It's because he wants to play a little game so easily, and play a little escape game where you run and I chase.

But since he was recognized, it would be better to fight quickly, and have more time to concoct his new work, and Hai Wuji is just as happy.

"Three true monarchs, please step back some."

The ink-dyed clothes spirit bow is in hand, the arrow is already on the string, and the fighting posture has been opened.

Five Miaos and Five Wonders: ......

Lord Commander, why don't you have the consciousness of an infant monk?

The five punishments were confusing, but it did not prevent him from keeping pace with his younger brothers and sisters.

The three of them silently retreated a distance of dozens of zhang, but no matter how much they were, they couldn't.

The Mo Commander wanted to be "strong", they couldn't stop it, so they had to sweep the formation at close range, and once the ink dyed clothes were in danger, they could take action in time.

Hai Wuji sneered again and again, no matter whether the opponent was a group of people or one person, it made no difference to him.

The corpse coffin shown before was re-covered and put away by him.

With a wave of his hand, countless corpse coffins surrounded him, centered on him, increasing and spreading in all directions.

The sound of "click, click" opened the coffin one after another, and almost at the same time, all the coffins were opened together, and the poisonous gas spewed out from inside spread to everywhere.

Those few big trees that struggled to survive finally didn't have to linger, they were lifeless in an instant, and were directly turned into a puddle of water by poisonous gas, and the water was bubbling and bubbling, as if it was burning, constantly shrinking and tightening, and when the pile of water disappeared completely, the ground directly caved down, revealing potholes.

The whole space is filled with poisonous mist, colorful and magnificent.

The three of them were covered with a misty aura of body protection, isolating the poisonous gas, but they found that the poisonous gas was extremely difficult, constantly eating away at the spiritual light wall, and the thickness of the wall was worn out little by little.

In the void on the side of the ink-dyed clothes, the poisonous mist pulled out the shape of a flower bud.

These poisonous gases can actually contaminate the ghost things, the yin text on the ink lotus flickered, flickering and dimming, the naked eye can see that the yin text is getting darker and darker, and the ghost qi on the lotus petal is gradually offset with the poisonous gas, and the ink dyed clothes quickly recalled the ink lotus and the little fat inside and stuffed it into the long-lost spirit sealing ring.

And she herself, a spiritual fire flashed from the bottom of her feet, from the bottom to the top, until the top of her head.

I don't know when there was a phantom shadow beside him, and he was also standing in the scorching and burning spiritual fire, and the shadow was so full that he could glimpse the true body of his ghost, standing solemnly and quietly, serving on one side.

After years of cultivation, continuous refining, coupled with the refining of the little heavenly tribulation when she was a baby, the Yin Burning Spiritual Fire of the ink-dyed clothes has long been reborn, and the quality has been improved again and again, just like the bewitching red that burned and tortured her when she first saw Tong Yang Qianxin.

"Boom! I'm a little anxious to let you join, but don't worry, the corpse must be concocted step by step, every detail must be considered, rest assured, in order to make the corpse refining more perfect, I will not allow myself to make mistakes. Hai Wuji assured that he had already taken these people into his possession.

"Senior Brother Wuyu, you go first." Wu Miao held the sword in his hand, stepped forward, and motioned for Wu Mi to leave with the five punishment senior brothers and the commander.

The spirit sword in her hand was colorful, fluorescent, and very dazzling, and the faint poisonous mist that permeated her surroundings was dispelled by the sword light.

"Wumiao, you take Senior Brother and Lord Commander to go first." Wuyu will not let Wumiao stay, Hai Wuji's army of poisonous corpses, they are also border monks, they know more in detail.

The Five Punishments silently sacrificed their spirit swords and looked at the ink-dyed clothes, "Lord Commander, please take the first step." ”

The edict given to him by Uncle Liuting was to let him wait and see what happened, but thinking about it, Uncle Shi didn't expect that the person sent by the Nine Shades Purgatory would be Hai Wuji.

After hesitating for a moment, the Five Punishments removed the storage bracelet from his wrist, erased the spiritual sense on it, and threw it to the ink-dyed clothes.

The latter was stunned for a moment, the action of the five punishments was indeed beyond her expectations, the ink dyed clothes thought that the five punishments were as rigid as his face, and he strictly adhered to the rules and dogmas of the sect and did not know how to change, it seemed that every executive disciple of the Xiuzhen sect seemed to be carved out of a mold, and it was difficult to find a trace of this kind of thing in them.

She knew that inside was the sword spirit that the six pavilions had promised to give to the five tilts.

The fifth punishment asked her to take the sword spirit away, and she was planning to fight with Hai Wuji.

Mo Dye Yi is very grateful to the three Divine Transformation Stage monks for taking care of her as a little primordial baby.

But in fact...... I don't need to say it.

Hai Wuji's army of poisonous corpses is not without a way to crack it, but it is just difficult for ordinary monks to do it.

Didn't return the storage bracelet to what was in her hand and let her spit it out, uh, hard.

Put it away generously.

A no-brainer.

Snow Maiden and Ah Cai appear.

Hai Wuji's gaze was immediately attracted, whether it was the Ice Queen or the Colorful Dragon, although they maintained a large area of human form, they could see the difference at a glance for monks who had been dealing with the physical body all year round.

His gaze was intensely inquiring.

can maintain a fierce reputation for so many years, Hai Wuji is by no means reckless.

Wuyu Zhenjun, Wumiao Zhenjun, Wuxing Zhenjun, and the monks of Qixia Sword Sect are all sword cultivators, and the Nine Shades Purgatory doesn't know much about them, even if he has never fought each other, he doesn't take them seriously.

Hanyu Palace is even more unconcerned by him, a small Yuan Baby, not yet handy.

It's because he wants to play a little game so easily, and play a little escape game where you run and I chase.

But since he was recognized, it would be better to fight quickly, and have more time to concoct his new work, and Hai Wuji is just as happy.

"Three true monarchs, please step back some."

The ink-dyed clothes spirit bow is in hand, the arrow is already on the string, and the fighting posture has been opened.

Lord Commander, why don't you have the consciousness of an infant monk?

The five punishments were confusing, but it did not prevent him from keeping pace with his younger brothers and sisters.

The three of them silently retreated a distance of dozens of zhang, but no matter how much they were, they couldn't.

The Mo Commander wanted to be "strong", they couldn't stop it, so they had to sweep the formation at close range, and once the ink dyed clothes were in danger, they could take action in time.

Hai Wuji sneered again and again, no matter whether the opponent was a group of people or one person, it made no difference to him.

The corpse coffin shown before was re-covered and put away by him.

With a wave of his hand, countless corpse coffins surrounded him, centered on him, increasing and spreading in all directions.

The sound of "click, click" opened the coffin one after another, and almost at the same time, all the coffins were opened together, and the poisonous gas spewed out from inside spread to everywhere.

Those few big trees that struggled to survive finally didn't have to linger, they were lifeless in an instant, and were directly turned into a puddle of water by poisonous gas, and the water was bubbling and bubbling, as if it was burning, constantly shrinking and tightening, and when the pile of water disappeared completely, the ground directly caved down, revealing potholes.

The whole space is filled with poisonous mist, colorful and magnificent.

The three of them were covered with a misty aura of body protection, isolating the poisonous gas, but they found that the poisonous gas was extremely difficult, constantly eating away at the spiritual light wall, and the thickness of the wall was worn out little by little.

These poisonous gases can actually contaminate the ghost things, the yin text on the ink lotus flickered, flickering and dimming, the naked eye can see that the yin text is getting darker and darker, and the ghost qi on the lotus petal is gradually offset with the poisonous gas, and the ink dyed clothes quickly recalled the ink lotus and the little fat inside and stuffed it into the long-lost spirit sealing ring.

And she herself, a spiritual fire flashed from the bottom of her feet, from the bottom to the top, until the top of her head.

I don't know when there was a phantom shadow beside him, and he was also standing in the scorching and burning spiritual fire, and the shadow was so full that he could glimpse the true body of his ghost, standing solemnly and quietly, serving on one side.

After years of cultivation, continuous refining, coupled with the refining of the little heavenly tribulation when she was a baby, the Yin Burning Spiritual Fire of the ink-dyed clothes has long been reborn, and the quality has been improved again and again, just like the bewitching red that burned and tortured her when she first saw Tong Yang Qianxin. (To be continued.) )