Southern Xinjiang is located in the southernmost part of the Savage Continent. It is densely jungled and swampy. At noon, the sun was already dark in the forest, and by the time the sun came, the moon was even more impervious. The countless vicious beasts and poisonous insects can be seen everywhere, making it difficult to stop.

Between these poor mountains and bad waters, it was originally an inaccessible place, but I don't know when it was slowly populated here. Until today, it has gradually developed into 72 tribes in three cities, with a population of more than 10 million.

The three cities of southern Xinjiang, in the name of the three talents of "heaven, earth and man", the scale and power of the three cities are equal, and seventy-two tribes are born dependent on the three cities. The clans vary in size, with the weak having a population of less than 1,000 and the former ranking high, with a population of tens of thousands.

However, there are exceptions.

Among them, there is a tribe, known as Scourge, with a population of only more than 4,000 people, but it can be ranked among the top ten. Only because there is a warrior among his tribe, his name is Muye.

Makino, the first person of the generation of the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang, seven years ago, in the tribal ranking dispute, he single-handedly sent the calamity tribe ranked more than 50 into the top ten.

At this time, just after three o'clock, it is the time when the child is approaching.

The wooden door of the Makino house slowly opened outward, and the creaking sound of the deadbolt was easily drowned out by the chirping of insects and frogs.

In the hazy moonlight, a small black figure peeked out of the door. The owner of the figure is no more than ten years old, through the moonlight, you can see his white cheeks and black shining eyes, and a faint tear mole can be seen in the corner of his eye, this person is Makino's ten-year-old son Mu Chen.

He looked around vigilantly, and after noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he carefully closed the wooden door and headed towards the clan exit, slowly disappearing into the shadows not far away.

The surroundings of the Scourge Tribe are all dense forests and swamps, and at this time, Mu Chen's short figure is running rapidly, and the complex and diverse terrain does not slow down his speed in the slightest, which shows that he is obviously aware of the terrain of this area.

Until he reached a vicious swamp filled with green miasma, Mu Chen stopped.

This evil swamp is not big, but the size of dozens of zhang, can be seen everywhere in this southern Xinjiang, but in this bad swamp, there is a rectangular boulder nine zhang high, surrounded by moss green vines, one of the boulders is hollowed out, the turquoise stone face is faintly visible under the moss green vines, this thing does not seem to be naturally formed, as if the acquired artificially carved generally.

Mu Chen took a bundle of rattan ropes from his waist, bypassed the evil swamp, and skillfully tied the two ends of the rattan rope to the forest branches on both sides of the evil swamp. He grasped the vine rope with both hands, his body as light as an ape, and in a few breaths came to the hollow place of the boulder in the swamp.

When his entire body entered the boulder, a strange scene occurred......

I saw a stone slab slowly rising from the evil swamp, like the boulder, nine feet high, and slowly sealed the hollow side. At this time, the boulder seems to look more like a mouthful - a sarcophagus!

In a few breaths, the sarcophagus slowly sank into the swamp with Mu Chen.

In the shadows hundreds of zhang away, a black shadow witnessed the whole process of Mu Chen, only to hear the sound of insects, a looming voice said to himself: "The method of sealing the coffin and forging bones, I said how can the progress of Chen'er's body refining be so fast recently, it turns out that there is such a strange method!"

It was none other than Mu Chen's father, the first person of the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang - Mu Ye.

Like most of the tribesmen in southern Xinjiang, Mu Ye has a thick beard and a rough face, and he can't see the appearance of the first person of the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang at all.

He pondered for a moment, and then said to himself in a deep voice: "It's just that how can Chen'er learn the method of forging bones in this coffin? Could it be that there is a master behind it? And the sarcophagus before doesn't seem to be ordinary......

At this time, Mu Chen, who was in the sarcophagus, had no idea of his whereabouts, and was completely exposed to his father's eyes the moment he came out of the house. As the sarcophagus sank, the pressure of the badore came through the sarcophagus and hit him.

Although there is a sarcophagus to share most of the pressure, the remaining part is so crushed that Mu Chen can't stand upright. The sarcophagus no longer sank, Mu Chen breathed a sigh of relief, and then silently endured the pressure of the diluted sarcophagus. The pressure passed through the epidermis, through the body, and into the bone marrow! At this time, feeling the vigorous feeling of the whole body's bone marrow making a large amount of blood in order to resist pressure, he knew that he was one step closer to the completion of the Bone Forging Realm.

There have been many strange things in southern Xinjiang since ancient times, and midnight is even more bizarre. Just as Mu Chen was forging his bones under the evil swamp, there were several strange noises a few miles to the east.

Makino, who was thinking about Mu Chen's affairs, moved his ears slightly, and looked towards the place where the strange sound came from.

The sound of insects in the forest suddenly stopped, and a cold breath began to permeate the forest. Makino stood on the branch of the towering giant tree, looking at the hundreds of black shadows that were gradually approaching, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Mu Stiff in the middle of the night, it's still a hundred stiff nocturnal walks, who is so generous, looking at this direction, it seems to be heading towards the tribe!" Mu Ye said secretly in his heart.

The hundreds of black shadows that were approaching jumped step by step with the strange sound, and the source of the strange sound was a golden bell, the owner of the bell was dressed in a gray coat, and an old man with a goatee, about sixty years old. He stopped, raised his head, and looked at where Makino was, a sneer rising on the corner of his mouth.

"Come and stop, this is the land of my calamity fighting clan, Your Excellency is walking in the middle of the night, Mu Bai is stiff, what is the matter?" Makino did not mean to hide his figure, and asked out of words.

"I heard that among the seventy-two tribes in southern Xinjiang, there is a martial arts first person, named Muye, who is among the tribes in front of the disaster. The old man wants to ask him for something, but I wonder if you can introduce it on your behalf?" asked the goatee, squinting his eyes and smiling.

"Oh, it seems inappropriate for the old gentleman to come to my calamity tribe in the middle of the night to ask for something, so it is better to come back tomorrow and wait for him with wine. ”

"I have an old illness under my body, and I can't see the sun, so I have to act late at night, so that your Excellency can see and laugh. It's just that this day is better than hitting the day, and the old man is here, how can there be any reason to go back. ”

"In that case, can I ask the old gentleman what he wants to ask Makino for?"

"Excuse me, I heard that Mr. Makino used the physical strength of the Shadow Realm to resist that half-step spirit corpse seven years ago without falling behind, and today I want to ask Mr. for a physical body to use to refine the supreme spirit corpse, and I hope that Mr. will complete it. ”

"The old gentleman laughed, if you want me to shepherd someone's body, it's not enough to look at your hundred hair stiffs that haven't even grown completely. ”

", if it's enough to see it, you have to do it to know. ”

As soon as the old man's voice fell, his wrist trembled, and the bell suddenly sounded, and the hundred black shadows that had been standing still jumped towards the place where Makino was!

"Martial Spirit!

As soon as Makino's voice fell, behind him, a black giant wolf phantom more than three feet tall stepped on black flames suddenly appeared, and with a wolf roar, the hundred black shadows were shaken to the ground.

"Is this the scourge recorded in the fragment of the Book of Mountains and Seas, and it really lives up to its name. The old man didn't care at all about the hundreds of black shadows that fell to the ground and couldn't move, and looked at the black giant wolf behind Makino with great interest.

"Old man, if there are any other means, let's use them, our movement is not small, and the people of my clan will be shocked later, don't say that you want to take my body, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to leave. ”

"Excuse me, since Mr. Makino thinks so much about me, then the old man should be respectful and obey his fate. The old man smiled unhurriedly, took out the four scarlet flags from his arms, waved his hands and inserted them in the four directions around him, and then bit his fingers, dripping blood on the most central position of the four small flags, and then put his hands into a seal, and said in a low voice, "The art of blood sacrifice - a hundred corpses are refined!"

At this time, Mu Chen, who was in the sarcophagus under the evil swamp, had no idea that above the ground, his father Makino was facing an uninvited guest with a ghost in his heart.

He finally got used to the pressure in front of him, but the sarcophagus seemed to have spirituality, and it sank a little more with him. For a moment, the pressure on his bones made him feel like he was going to pass out.

On the ground, the old man's magic seal was completed, and the hundreds of green corpses let out bursts of wails, and their stiff bodies and limbs continued to struggle on the ground at various incredible angles, and in a few breaths, their bodies quickly dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye. This situation and this scene make people unconsciously feel cool from behind.

The night breeze blew, and the dried corpses turned into bursts of powder and scattered on the land with the direction of the wind.

The blood on the corpse turned into small brown snakes and marched towards the small flags on all sides.

The old man looked at Makino with a smile and said: "Back then, Mr. Makino was able to resist the half-step spirit corpse without falling into the wind when he was at the peak of the shadow realm, and today you have entered the transformation realm, I don't know if you can resist this spirit corpse that is about to take shape when the hundred corpses are refined, and you can't do it." ”

The corners of Mu Ye's eyes trembled slightly, and he secretly said in his heart, but he said lightly: "Martial Soul! Transformation! Black Flame! Condensation Soldier!"

The phantom of the three-zhang giant wolf turned into a height of nine zhang, from behind Muye from the virtual to the real, and then slowly shrunk, completely enveloping him, the inky wolf swayed in the wind, the sharp edge of the wolf's teeth was exposed, the dark green eyes flashed with a faint light like the night pearl in the ancient imperial city, and the black flame under the giant wolf's feet turned into a three-zhang and two-foot-long Guan Sheng big knife and fell into his right palm.

Makino stood with his hands in his hands, holding the knife in one hand, and the black flame on the blade turned into an ink-colored dragon as if it was about to break free from the knife at any time!

"Boom, what about the transformation of the martial soul, the spirit corpse is immortal and indestructible, how long can your transformed martial soul last in front of him!" the old man looked at Makino with disdain and mocked.

It's just that as soon as his voice fell, a sudden change occurred!

The swamp suddenly began to bubble, and the little snakes that had been turned into corpse blood before the banner array rushed towards the center of the swamp!

"Poof—— the old man suddenly spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, looked towards the evil swamp, and exclaimed, "What the hell!"

At this time, Mu Chen's whole body was being tortured and carried away, and suddenly, a cool feeling passed through the limbs of his body, he opened his eyes in surprise, waved his arms, and the sound of big waves echoed in the sarcophagus!

"This is!Qi and blood are like a flood!Forging Bone Realm Dacheng!" Mu Chen said to himself in amazement.

As soon as the words fell, the cool feeling from before hit the whole body again, ten times cooler than before! A hundred times! At this time, not only between the limbs and hundreds of bones, but also the meridians of the whole body were so cool to the touch! This feeling cannot be expressed in words!

At this time, the sarcophagus slowly rose and gradually emerged from the swamp.

The old man looked at the sarcophagus in disbelief, from initial horror to disbelief, until the sarcophagus completely rose nine zhang high, he changed from surprise to excitement! Finally, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahahahaha! It's the heavenly coffin! It's the heavenly coffin! The green jade spirit coffin, which ranks third among the nine heavenly coffins, was actually born in front of the old man!"