Lin Baiyuan and his party were hurrying through the forest. He didn't fully believe Tu Shan's previous words. But as Tu Shan said, you can tell if it's true or not.

After walking for about a stick of incense, there seemed to be a faint sound of fighting in front of me. Lin Baiyuan and Tu Shan glanced at each other, and immediately quickened their pace and took a step away from the team.

On the thick branches of a towering giant tree less than a mile away, a man wearing a hat and a dark brown coat was besieged by seven men. Four or five feet beside him, lay a young man dressed like him, his hat was long gone, his eyes were white and he seemed to be silent. Traces of blood that had not been completely washed away by the rain could be faintly visible around the man.

And under the thick branches where they were, the black soil had long been covered by the swamp, and above the pool, there were several corpses, most of them already detached, but it seemed that they should be the companions of the seven men.

These people were wearing wide black robes, the material of which seemed to be a little special, and the rain could not wet them.

The brown man in a dark brown coat struggled to resist the attack of the seven, and it looked like he was already at the end of his crossbow.

"Stop! Martial Soul! Transformation!" Tu Shan shouted, and the gluttonous martial soul that was several feet tall instantly enveloped him, and a coercion unique to the Martial Dao Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm instantly spread.

Obviously, the man in the dark brown coat was the one who had come to report the news from the gluttonous tribe.

Lin Baiyuan stood on a high place, and he didn't mean to make a move immediately, because he found that the reaction of the seven black-robed people was somewhat unexpected for him.

Tu Shan, the Transformation Realm Martial Dao Grandmaster's sudden burst of aura and coercion, actually did not have any effect on them. And Tu Shan's loud shout before was as if they hadn't heard it, and the attack in their hands didn't have any intention of slowing down at all.

Lin Baiyuan's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to see the essence of these people through the black robe.

At this moment, the gluttonous people in dark brown robes narrowly dodged a blow again, and Tu Shan's heart suddenly rejoiced, and he shouted: "Tu Shan clan old!"

As soon as he spoke, a palm with thick hair had already tricked up to him, and the inch of sharp armor in front of that palm was only one step away from his eyes!

It was too late, and just when the palm of his hand was about to poke into the eyes of this gluttonous clansman, Tu Shan arrived.

A Pu knife appeared in his hand, but with a backhand slash, the palm with hairy nails and an inch-long nail was chopped off in response.

"There is actually another Martial Dao Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm! It just so happens that it is rumored that this martial arts grandmaster in Southern Xinjiang is extremely strong in flesh, if he can refine you into a zombie alive, maybe he can refine it into a good spirit corpse!"

"Oh, Mu Zhuangren?" Lin Baiyuan's face was as usual, and he looked at the black-clothed man who was standing much taller than him, and said leisurely, "Your Excellency is preparing to do such an inhumane act of refining into a zombie in my southern Xinjiang, and I don't know where you got the confidence. ”

"Yo roar, it seems that your tone is not small, could it be that you are from the Three Cities?" the man in black asked tentatively.

"What if I'm from the Three Cities, what if I'm not from the Three Cities? Since Your Excellency is a Shepherd, aren't you afraid of the Banmen getting an axe when you hurt people in my southern Xinjiang?" Lin Baiyuan said with a smile, there was no displeasure on his face, and the conversation was like meeting an old friend who had not seen him for many years.

"Hehe, it seems that I guessed correctly, you are really from the Three Cities. Then I won't play with you. The man smiled faintly, and as he spoke, he turned and left.

"Come on, let's go, your Excellency doesn't take me Lin in your eyes too much. As soon as Lin Baiyuan's voice fell, he stretched out the two fingers of his right hand and pointed upwards slightly, and two figures suddenly appeared in the swamp pool, and quickly walked towards the air.

In the blink of an eye, the two figures blocked the man's retreat one after the other.

"Hmph, it's too whimsical to want to keep me when the two ends are stiff!" The man saw that the two roads were sealed, and he didn't have the slightest intention of panicking, and he raised his hand and began to form a seal.

"It seems to be a big fish...... Lin Baiyuan smiled faintly, and did not show weakness, and raised his hand to make nine sets of handprints instantly.

"You guy, how can you seal so fast!" The man's tone finally changed.

As the man spoke, the speed of the seal in his hand was getting faster and faster, and then he bit his finger and slapped it on the branch at the top of the towering giant tree, shouting: "Xuanwu back coffin technique!"

As soon as his voice fell, a formation pattern suddenly appeared, and a hole opened in the center of the formation, and a gray coffin slowly appeared, and at the bottom of the coffin, there was a stone turtle the size of nine zhang, which was carrying this gray coffin and slowly rising.

The indifferent smile on Lin Baiyuan's face was still the same, and he said softly: "Secret Technique!"

In front of Lin Baiyuan, a formation pattern also appeared, but it looked much bigger than that person. A hundred-zhang wide city wall slowly rose from the formation, and in the center of the city wall were two large red gates that were more than ten zhang high. There are hundreds of coffins of different shapes hanging at the city gate, which are slowly swaying with the autumn wind at this moment, and in the dense forest in the middle of the night in southern Xinjiang, this prominent scene does look a little weird.

"The gate of Baizhuang Town, you are a member of the Lin family in the human city!" The man recognized Lin Baiyuan's method of pasturing zombies, and suddenly his tone was a little panicked.

"Yes, in Xia Lin Baiyuan, fortunately. ”

"I'm glad to meet your sister! Damn, it's really unlucky, I met a big guy like Lin Baiyuan before I found the best corpse raising place that the old immortal said. Old man is not dead! You are going to come out for the master! Didn't you say that you would secretly protect me by my side! This is Lin Baiyuan! If you don't come out, the master won't play! Lin Baiyuan! These hairy zombies and flying zombies will be kept for you for the time being! Martial Soul! With the shadow!" As soon as the man's voice fell, a bird martial spirit appeared behind him.

The wings of the man's martial soul spread out several zhang wide, and without the slightest hesitation, the wings raised with a gust of wind, but in the blink of an eye, it left a black dot in the air.

In the distance, a voice from the young man drifting away came: "Lin Baiyuan, take good care of my zombies, after tomorrow, I will call my old immortal to come and retrieve it in person!"

"Martial Soul Kunpeng, there is also an old immortal, which is a bit interesting. Lin Baiyuan saw that the man had left and put down a few cruel words, but he didn't take it to heart at all, at least on the surface, it still looked so indifferent.

"Lord Lin, just let that person run away like this, what that person said when he left just now seems to be coming towards the best corpse cultivation ground!" Tu Shan said a little anxiously.

After all, for him, the less people know about the matter of the best corpse cultivation land, the better, and such a person suddenly appeared, and there seemed to be an extraterritorial person behind him who was not weaker than Lin Baiyuan, and he was suddenly a little worried about the outcome of this trip.