The window passed between the horses, the ruler wall was cloudy, and ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

During these ten days, Meng Yang accepted challenges from various demonic barbarians during the day.

At night, he secretly came to the corpse refining tower to absorb the death qi and cultivate.

From the first day, one night to a corpse pit.

Until now, it is necessary to go to at least five corpse pits in one night.

In order to satisfy, the appetite of the Nine Xuangong Method is getting bigger and bigger.

At the same time, his understanding and means of breaking the forbidden formation.

Unconsciously, it became terrifying at a crazy speed.

Before, two pillars of incense were needed to break the ban, and in the end, Meng Yang could almost come easily.

It can be destroyed in an instant, with little effort.

Even the prohibitions that he felt dangerous before were broken by Meng Yang one by one in the time of half a pillar of incense.

Then it passed through silently, causing a scourge, devouring the warm corpse spirit and the rich death qi within.

In the past ten days, the death qi on Meng Yang's body has not only become more and more intense, but even the prohibition has been broken hundreds of ways, and the evolution that can be decomposed and reorganized in his mind in a few breaths has almost become a habit.

Under cultivation, the Nine Xuangong Method not only absorbed the death qi faster.

Even the need for dead air is increasing.

Ten days ago, a corpse refining pit was enough for Meng Yang to cultivate, and there was still something left.

So far, it can only satisfy one-tenth of its appetite.

If before, the amount of dead qi that Meng Yang took a breath of was one, now it is a dumbfounded ten.

Naturally, Meng Yang aimed his gaze at the corpse refining pit above the fifty steps and at the bottom of the eighty steps.

In addition, the people who challenged Qiu Yun have also gone from seven or eight a day before, to now there is not one in two days, and no one dares to scold Qiu Yun for being wasted, which makes many disciples who knew Qiu Yun's character before have the same question in their hearts.

"This Qiu Yun, is it a waste, or a genius..."

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"Have you heard? Recently, many disciples have been cultivating the corpses in the corpse refining pit and disappeared inexplicably!"

"As soon as you say it, I will be angry, the corpse spirit that I have been recuperating in the corpse refining pit for three years has disappeared inexplicably just four days ago, the prohibition I arranged in front of the stone gate has not been touched at all, I have also checked, there is no sign of damage, and now many disciples have reacted to the people of the Hall of Elders..."

"What did the people from the Hall of Elders say?"

"Four words, look it up yourself..."

Seeing that the sky was slightly bright, when Meng Yang stepped on the flying sword and flew back to the giant cave from the Corpse Refining Tower, when he passed the two disciples who flew towards the Corpse Refining Tower, the sound of the two talking suddenly sounded in his ears.

Just stunned, Meng Yang remained silent, left the place, returned to the giant cave and sat cross-legged and groaned secretly.

"It seems that the corpse spirit in this corpse refining pit is afraid that it can't be swallowed, this matter has attracted the attention of the Hall of Elders, no matter what, it is better to be careful, if the situation is serious, maybe your identity is about to be exposed, there is still half a month left before the tomb, strive to break through the first Xuantian of the Nine Xuangong Method, and take the opportunity to leave the corpse gate..."

Touching his chin and thinking to himself, Meng Yang nodded.

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't control Qiu Yun's identity jade plate, Meng Yang would have left the corpse gate a long time ago.

Fortunately, now the dead qi has almost absorbed most of it, and as long as it takes half a month, it should be able to break through.

After paying attention, he swallowed the last Shenhui Pill in his stomach, and began to spit out on his knees, refining the dead qi.

This night, Meng Yang did not choose to go to the Corpse Refining Tower, but stayed in the giant cave to cultivate all day, until late at night the next day, when he found that there was nothing abnormal, then he breathed a sigh of relief and fell towards the corpse refining pit of the ninth eighty-order disciple of the Corpse Refining Tower.

With a cup of tea, breaking the prohibition in front of him, Meng Yang walked through again and walked into the corpse refining pit inside the stone gate.

Looking at the mountain of tens of thousands of corpses piled up in the corpse refining pit of his own disciples, Meng Yang's face was as usual, and he didn't have any waves in his heart.

Even the strong smell of corpses did not make Meng Yang's face change in any way.

As if he had become accustomed to it, he stared at the corpse spirit in the distance that emitted a green glow and absorbed the surrounding corpse qi, and with a flicker of his eyes, he suppressed the idea of letting the evil puppet devour him, meditated cross-legged, and began to cultivate.

There are only a dozen stone gates on the eighty steps of the corpse refining tower, and in just two days, they were patronized by Meng Yang one by one, and the ninety-order, hundred-step corpse refining pit, Meng Yang did not dare to go, because it was the corpse refining pit that existed in the elders and the palace martial period.

Let's not talk about whether you can find it, just the prohibition arranged in front of the stone gate is much stronger than the disciples of the early martial stage.

If you want to break it, it is impossible in an instant.

Finally, Meng Yang set his sights on the eighth corpse refining tower.

In the following ten days, in the nine corpse refining towers and the corpse refining pits on the eighty steps, almost all the dead qi was plundered by Meng Yang.

When night came, in the giant cave, Meng Yang, who was meditating cross-legged, opened his black eyes.

[Nine Xuan Gong Method]: The full name is Jiu Xuan Zhenzun Three Divine Heavenly Techniques.

Evaluation: Shaking the world. 1. Xuan Death Qi Pill proficiency 914507/1000000.

Calling out the exercises and glancing at them, Meng Yang couldn't help frowning, and said with a wry smile: "It's just a little bit..."

Rao Tianhuang sneered and snorted coldly: "The nine corpse refining towers of the Corpse Gate, the death qi from the eighty to the ninetieth order, made you almost break through the first Xuantian of the Nine Xuangong Method, which is beyond my previous expectations. ”

"You will be content, tomorrow will be the day when the corpse gate will participate in the tomb, and then you can leave. ”

Meng Yang's face was as usual, and he smiled softly: "I'm not dissatisfied." ”

"It's just that I'm just a little bit close to breaking through the second Xuantian, and I feel a little aggrieved..."

"It's a good thing to feel aggrieved, and then it's up to you..."

Meng Yang raised his eyebrows, and said strangely: "I don't understand..."

"I also have to prepare for cultivation, if this continues, my will will dissipate sooner or later, this retreat, it may take a while, you kid again, give the old man more attention, don't make trouble, I don't want me to never wake up in cultivation..."

Meng Yang took a deep breath, nodded as usual, and then asked Rao Tianhuang some questions about cultivation, Rao Tianhuang entered the cultivation, and Meng Yang was really curious about the fact that a spiritual consciousness could cultivate.

Meng Yang, who touched his chin and groaned secretly, knew that he had to be careful next.

Without Rao Tianhuang's help, he couldn't be as unscrupulous as before.

Fortunately, Meng Yang's cultivation was death qi, not corpse qi, otherwise he would have been caught by the corpse sect elders in the past nearly a month of crazy plundering.

Regarding the dead qi dissipated in the corpse refining pit, although many disciples felt something strange, they did not react to the upper layer of the corpse gate.

For them, the less dead the better.

In this way, they don't have to worry about being eroded by death and ending up with a drastic change in temperament.

As Meng Yang's cultivation reached the final step, Meng Yang also discovered that the evil puppet had also reached the bottleneck of breakthrough.

And this bottleneck seems to have been unable to be broken through for a long time because of the limitations of his own cultivation.

This made Meng Yang know after asking Rao Tianhuang.

It is impossible for any monk's nurtured corpse leader, resentful spirit, and evil puppet to be stronger than the condensed master realm.

This is a restriction, but it is also a means of protecting the safety of the practice of controlling corpses.

If the corpse leader's cultivation exceeds that of his own master, then it may not be the monk who controls the corpse, but the corpse leader who controls the master.

Meng Yang, whose eyes were blazing, thought to himself.

I feel that even if I go to the corpse refining tower tonight, I may not be able to break through.

It's better to wait for tomorrow.

Time gradually passed, and early the next morning, a huge coercion, suddenly swept across the entire corpse gate at a speed that covered the sky and the sun, and all the disciples who were cross-kneeled and settled, almost at the same time, their faces changed drastically, and their eyes opened.

"Grandmaster Realm Cultivator Spiritual Sense..."

Meng Yang opened his eyes violently, sensing that the spiritual consciousness seemed to contain boundless pressure, his eyes were shocked, and he took a big breath.

This spiritual pressure falling from the sky makes people tremble.

Even the dead qi in the dantian spiritual sea seemed to be under the pressure of this passing by, as if it was about to break out.

At the same time, almost all of the corpse refining pits staged this scene.

All the disciples were terrified and listened to the rumbling sound that echoed in the sky, like thunder pressing down.

In the early martial stage, the palace martial period, all the disciples of the Gathering Martial Realm flew out of the giant cave one after another and gathered towards the Hall of Elders.

Later, with the momentum of a rare daytime meteor in a hundred years, he dragged Changhong to a barren place and flew through the air, attracting countless secular mortals to look up at this century-old vision, and told the people around them the legends handed down by the older generation.

On a huge platform at the corpse gate, the eyes of all the disciples flashed into view.

Looking at the Sect Master of the Corpse Gate who raised his hand to cast spells, the middle-aged man with an obsidian pattern on his forehead.

With a spreading white mist, it enveloped all the demons who gathered.

With a flash of light, thousands of disciples immediately disappeared into thin air and were teleported away.

In the territory of the ancient burial old earth underworld, a land of barren grass and rocks, countless demons appeared at this moment.

Counting from afar, there are hundreds of thousands, and the appearance is different.

Some have double horns on their foreheads like Meng Yang Yirong, and some have red skin and red hair with piercing bones on their backs.

There are also others, except that the face is a human face, the whole body is covered with animal hair and animal body, with scales and barbed tails.

As the dizziness in his head disappeared, Meng Yang squinted his eyes at the dozen or so demonic old men gathered together in the sky.

And these demonic old men with different barbarian patterns on their foreheads are all the existence of the Grandmaster's True Martial Realm.

Behind everyone, they represent the strongest demonic sect in the underworld.

Behind these True Martial Realm demon barbarian elders, there is a stone gate that is 100 meters high and exudes an ancient atmosphere.

There was nothing behind the stone door, but there were bursts of colored light on the edge of its door frame.

It overflowed from it, giving people a mysterious atmosphere, attracting the curious eyes of countless young demons.

Listening to the disciples of the corpse sect in his ears, his words were mixed with the sound of excited discussions.

Meng Yang gradually had some understanding of this stone gate.

I didn't expect this stone gate to be the portal to enter the tomb.

And the origin of the tomb, there are many voices talking around him.

Meng Yang believes that the most credible rumor is that this tomb is a cemetery that leads to a cemetery where many powerful people are buried.

It was a broken space, an independent space, and no one knew where.

This made Meng Yang's eyes flicker, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Tomb Gu, Meng Yang had always thought it was an action word to kill human monks.

Fortunately, no, otherwise he would have had to leave the Demon Barbarian Stone Gate in advance.

Try your best to spread this upcoming crisis to the high-level leaders of the city.