"Interesting!" No one noticed that on a slightly irregular stone slab on a hillside outside the tomb of the City of Winds, an evil young man looked up at everything below with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his complexion looked a little gray, as if he was seriously ill, gloomy and gloomy gave people a feeling of lack of yang and extremely heavy yin, and even the bags under his eyes hehe, ordinary people may think that it was a lack of sleep under the dark circles, in fact, a person of his kind of cultivation not only does not lack sleep, but is almost free of disease and pain, the reason why his complexion is so embarrassing, the first is his own practice, and the second is the curse that the fat man drilled into his body that day。

As soon as he remembered the situation of eating deflated that day, the smile on the young man's face slowly froze, his face became more and more gloomy at the same time, his eyes also flashed with a look of surprise, that fat man's body was so terrifying, he actually made him, a demon who had cultivated the true inheritance of the Demon Heaven Palace, unable to resist it, he was shocked and frightened at the same time, his eyes also flashed with danger and excitement, if yes, if it was...... When he thought of the sudden thought in his heart, his whole person couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

They had offended countless powerful beings on the continent because of refining corpse puppets, and they had the final tragic ending, but he was also like his master who passed on a secret method to him, and he was naturally obsessed and crazy about the study of corpses, and he thought that since the fat man's physique was so special, if he could create some accidents to make him die and get his body, then how powerful would the corpse puppets he would be.

He is very jealous of the fat man, not because of his cultivation, nor because of his talent, but his cursed physique composed of rules and order, as well as his exquisite and unusual medical skills, the undertaker Huangtian is not Ning Feng's kind of hindsight cultivation Xiaobai, although he is debauched and can even be said to be a little perverted stubbornness, but he has always been very planned and targeted, he knows that the next few days are the days when that thing appeared, that is, the moonless night that has been passed down in Qihe City for thousands of years, and the hundred ghosts travel at night.

He knows the ins and outs of the matter, because it is related to whether he can revive the Demon Heaven Temple, only when it is completely awakened, can he get the great creation and help subvert the current continental pattern, he is now in his early twenties and is about to be crowned by the Martial King, but he knows that this speed is too slow, in this demon-infested continent, he is insignificant now, and even because of his identity, he is similar to a mouse hiding in the gutter, he is very confident in his teacher, and he asks himself that he will definitely be able to dominate the group in the future, but although he is crazy, he also has to hide in this human race Nanchuan with thin spiritual power in order to save his life。

I accidentally knew that Ning Feng and the others were when his subordinate died, and he was very puzzled at that time, it stands to reason that martial arts cultivators in the same realm do not have the ability to erase corpse puppets of the same level, because this is the weakest Nanchuan, but Ning Feng not only did it, but also crossed the level to erase his corpse puppet, his first reaction was that the person in this group of people had a secret treasure, so that night in fact, he appeared the moment he died under his subordinates, but he hid it very well, when he saw the fat man make a move, he felt that this person was quite not simple, he was obviously just a pharmacist, but he could alchemy like a Dan master, and he did not rely on the furnace to directly use wood attribute spiritual power to alchemy, this kind of means he has only heard of people in one place can do it, and that is the death day of the three-day realm.

Later, while everyone was talking, he had been secretly looking at the broken sword in Ning Feng's hand, and he had an extremely familiar feeling at that time, as if there was some power calling the Houtu Sword in his storage space, but the broken sword was not good-looking, plus he had been sleeping in the inheritance of his master since he was a child, and he didn't know that the Broken Sky Sword in the Nine Swords of the Heavens had become a veritable broken sword, which was why he suddenly didn't want to kill Ning Feng, he was curious, before figuring out what he wanted to know, he felt that it was nothing to keep the life of this ant, but he clearly knew that he had to get rid of the fat man, the little genius who had passed away。

When the Demon Heaven Temple was subverted, it was the medicine master of the afterlife, and the master of the afterlife sect, known as the immortal of the past, developed hundreds of antidotes to deal with their various corpse poisons, so in order to repeat the mistakes of the past, coupled with the grievances of the former master, the fat man must die, although it is not good to sneak attack a sleeping fat man, but he doesn't care, which Cheng thinks that this fat man himself is an outlier! The principle and reliance of their Demon Heaven Temple to refine the corpse puppet is to implant some strange poisons into the body of the corpse puppet, some strengthen the physical body, and some strengthen the spiritual sense, although the corpse puppet of the dead corpse has amazing defense against beating, but the behavior is rigid and does not know how to be flexible, and he will only follow the orders given, and although the corpse puppet refined by the living corpse is weaker in terms of physical fitness, it can carry out thought manipulation to achieve the purpose of many-to-one flexible combat in battle, which is similar to the so-called puppet master.

After a few days, although he couldn't solve this curse and was tortured, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his cultivation had improved a lot, remembering that today was the big day of the Feng family, which had been rumored recently, he felt that as a neighbor, he should give a big gift, after all, without the last time the Heavenly Poison Army and the Feng Family Army fought a decisive battle in the Corpse Ridge, he would never have been able to get so many benefits, and he would not be able to make such a terrifying army of corpse puppets.

He smiled wantonly, the aura that had just been condensed around him suddenly dispersed again, looking at the group of people who suddenly appeared below, his expression became a little strange, as the host, he saw the scene of Feng Jizhong's fall in the corpse ridge really, and he naturally took the insidiousness of the poison master to heart, to say that among the strong men who entered the world in Nanchuan, the only thing that could make him a little afraid was perhaps this poison master, but that was before, today I witnessed this rumored popularity, and I also knew that the name of his cold arrow and wild bow was not groundless, and the Xuangong in his hand, I'm afraid it's not much worse than my own Houtu Sword, and it's also a rare divine soldier in the world.

Below, as soon as the wind and cold came out, the three armies suddenly boiled, all half kneeling on the ground, holding their weapons, raising their heads, their eyes fiery, and shouting in unison for revenge!

This scene happened to be seen by the poison master who came slowly with a few disciples and more than ten generals, his old face still looked ancient, and his eyes did not even flash the slightest, but his heart set off a storm at the moment, looking at the wind Xingtian slowly falling in the air, he sighed in his heart, and finally knew that the biggest variable in this full game of chess appeared, Feng Xingtian, the young martial king he intended to let go a month ago, is now truly unstoppable.

The strong man who entered the WTO, because of the rules of the scholar, the martial king is the pinnacle, this is Nanchuan, and the amazing arrow just now, who can shake its edge under the emperor level?

The wind fell to the ground, Huo raised his head, and the moment he raised his hand, the three armies were silent, he looked at the poison master with sharp eyes, and the Yitian Bow in his hand appeared a little cold, yes, his hands couldn't help but want to erase the culprit who came over and killed his father, but he knew that he couldn't do it today.

"The Heavenly Poison Poison Master led all the disciples and generals to come and worship the wind commander. The poison master was in front alone, and the rest of the entourage followed him next to him, his expression was very solemn, and even had a touch of sentimentality, but the people he brought had different expressions, some people looked at Feng Jizhong's mausoleum with respect from the heart, such as Ji Pingchuan on the right side of the poison master, and some people showed disdain with gloomy faces, such as the little disciple of the poison master, Feng Xingtian wrote down everyone's expressions one by one, looked at the faces of the guests who were blocked in front of the poison master and others, and finally slowly dispersed the breath around him, and said loudly: " Uncles, let them come, I will settle the grievances and grievances with them on the battlefield, today is the day of my father's funeral, since they are here to mourn, they are guests. ”

The Poison Master and his party walked through the crowd, and the Poison Master took the lead in saluting Feng Jizhong's grave, and then they heard the Poison Master say in amazement: " I thought I would be an opponent with you, but I have been pressing you since I was in charge of the three armies, and even I thought in my heart that the name of your Feng family was just like that, and even when you died, when you heard that I ordered the slaughter of the city to turn around and fight with me, I still sneered in my heart and thought that you were stupid, but today I saw your eldest son, I knew what kind of gamble you made, you pressed the honor of the Feng family army and the Feng family on your eldest son, but you yourself bear the infamy of the defeated army and die for a long time, let time to witness whether your decision is worth it, after all, I am still the life and death enemy of your Feng family, and I will not sit back and watch you get your wish underground。 ”

After hearing his words, everyone was a little annoyed with their expressions, the poison master actually questioned Feng Jizhong's loyalty in front of so many people, and threatened to defeat the Feng family army again, how could everyone bear it, and immediately someone shouted angrily: "Pifu is so big, today in front of Feng Shuai's tomb, my three armies are on the side, you are looking for death!"

After hearing this, the poison master smiled coldly, suddenly turned to look at Ji Yun in a wheelchair, and sneered a little: "Can he lead the Feng family army with his one waste?" Although I don't agree with Feng Shuai's approach, I still admire his personality and pattern vision, but I didn't expect your master of the three armies to be so childish. The poison master didn't hear Ji Yun's words before, he just guessed from the banner in Ji Yun's hand, in fact, the poison master deliberately pretended to sneer and mock, he had never heard of such a character in the Feng family army before, and he expected that he must be the person who was sponsored by Feng Xingtian's power, looking at the calm look on this young man's handsome face from beginning to end, the poison master knew that such a person could be reused by Feng Xingtian must have his superiority.