In the damp dense forest, the vines are intertwined, and the trees cover the sky and the sun, and among the trees, a black streamer flies by. The streamer flashed towards a certain giant tree, and I saw a middle-aged man in a black robe holding a black and gold giant umbrella, hurriedly landing on the branches of the giant tree.

This middle-aged monk has the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation, but he looks extremely embarrassed at the moment. The black robe was already in tatters, and his body was covered with various wounds. The middle-aged monk just gasped for a moment, and suddenly let out a surprised sound, pointing to the side of the black gold giant umbrella,

"Damn! A few stinky boys, deceiving people too much! ”

Thousands of black needles as thin as a hair shot out from the giant umbrella, raining down on the branches on the side, only to see that where the needles attacked, a gray-colored moth was killed instantly. This moth is no bigger than a thumb, but its flying speed is comparable to that of a monk who has cultivated qi and is a very common tracking spirit insect in the wilderness, the gray moth.

"Hmph, it's a pity that Meng's gray moth, although this spirit insect is still young, if it is cultivated for decades, it is very promising to break through the second-level spirit insect..."

Just as the gray moth died, half a mile away, a rough voice snorted coldly. The next moment. A big man in brown clothes stepped on an eagle-shaped demon beast several zhang in size, appearing ten zhang away from the middle-aged monk. There were a lot of strangely shaped storage bags hanging on the big man's body, and under his thick eyebrows, his eyes were full of anger, but he seemed to be afraid, and he didn't dare to make a move on the middle-aged monk immediately.

With the appearance of the messy man, two men and one woman followed, flying over with their respective spiritual weapons.

"Brother Meng's 'Lingxiao Eagle' is really fast. If Wang didn't drive the talisman, he would almost be unable to catch up. ”

A male cultivator who spoke out, Eguan Bo belt, held a talisman with a compelling aura in his fingertips, quite a bit of elegance, but the ridicule at the corner of his mouth made him lose a little humility, and he had a bit of the appearance of a good son of the world.

"Hmph, according to Bai, Brother Wang, who has the reputation of 'Fu Bi Ke', is not unable to catch up, but wants to hang at the back of the team and entangle Qing'er!"

The other male cultivator immediately snorted coldly, looking extremely impatient. This young man is handsome, wearing a tight-fitting red robe, carrying a wide and simple sword box behind him, and a red sheath sword that symbolizes his status is pinned to his waist, and there is a faint flow of sword intent around his body.

These two male cultivators are both cultivators of the Great Perfection of Qi Cultivation, and judging from their age, they must be the leaders of their respective sects. However, the two of them looked at the female cultivator behind them, but they were both fiery and affectionate.

The female cultivator was wearing a green dress, her face was slightly haggard, and her beautiful face seemed to be a little unrelenting, and she didn't pay much attention to the gaze of the two male cultivators. Take a closer look at this female cultivator, it is Han Muqing, who is in the ruins of Zhu Yan and has a relationship with Xuanmo!

In the face of these four young men and women, Rao is middle-aged monk was used to seeing wind wolves, and he couldn't help but feel a little weak.

Wang Ran of Hengyue Sect, Bai Zhan of Chiyan Sword Sect, Meng Wan of Beast Yan Sect, Han Muqing of Tianyun Sect, these four people are all young leaders among the great factions of the Yue Kingdom! Killing anyone will lead to the crazy revenge of the sect behind you!

"Hmph, it's just a competition for a 'heart grass', are you juniors going to tear your face with Fan!"

The middle-aged monk surnamed Fan was very inward-looking, obviously lacking in confidence, and after a little hesitation, he took out a blood-colored jade pendant from the storage bag, and on the jade pendant, a black dragon mark came to life. As soon as the jade pendant came out, the jealousy in the eyes of Wang Ran and the others was obviously stronger, and the monk surnamed Fan took advantage of the hesitation of a few people to set up the black gold umbrella again and quickly fled in a certain direction.

"Hmph, do you just let him go! Meng's spirit worm was lost in vain! ”

Meng Wan snorted unwillingly, but he had to watch the monk surnamed Fan escape. And Wang Ran, who was on the side, also showed a wry smile, "I didn't expect that this person was really the 'killing guard' of the Yue Palace... Before entering the place of trial, Brother Meng's elders also instructed that when entering here, there are some things that must not be said nonsense, let alone offend the guards..."

Seeing that Wang Ran and Meng Wan were both reluctant, Bai Zhan was overjoyed, and seemed to have found an opportunity to please Han Muqing, so he pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Qingmei hurt her heart some time ago, and this heart-knotting grass can just heal Qingmei's injury." The two of you will not care about the safety of Qingmei, I am a white person, but I am willing to offend this 'killer guard' for the sake of Qingmei! ”

After speaking, Bai Zhan picked up a crimson flying sword and shot it in the direction where the monk surnamed Fan had fled. said that if he offended the guard, Bai Zhan naturally wouldn't really kill the monk surnamed Fan, just snatching back the knot grass was enough, thinking that with the prestige of his own sect, the Yue Palace would not blame himself for a subordinate.

Seeing Bai Zhan taking the lead, Wang Ran's eyes were cold, and he also picked up a golden talisman and turned into golden light to chase after Bai Zhan. Meng Wan also followed with great interest, and as for Han Muqing, he sighed faintly, raised the purple gold flying sword, and chased after everyone.

She doesn't pay much attention to the knotted grass, she would rather this mental injury exist for a long time. It's just because this injury is the traces left by the experience of life and death with that person.

In the damp dense forest, the old drama of chasing and fleeing unfolds again. Sensing that someone was chasing behind him again, the eyes of the monk surnamed Fan flashed away, and he took out the blood jade pendant, and said coldly,

"Since you are waiting for your own death, then it's no wonder that Ben Wei is ruthless. Find a stable place, use the blood jade to gather the nearby killing guards, and come to hunt down and kill the juniors! ”

With the plan in mind, the monk surnamed Fan simply stopped moving forward, but flew towards a giant tree dozens of feet thick on his side. This giant tree has been rotten for many years, and there is a natural tree hole on it, which is suitable for monks surnamed Fan to hide.

The figure hurriedly shot towards the entrance of the cave, and ten zhang away from the entrance of the cave, under the feet of the monk surnamed Fan, a huge formation suddenly lit up, the formation map was cyan, dozens of zhang in size, and countless vines emerged from the formation, entwining his feet to death. Within a radius of dozens of zhang around, more than ten concealed array flags lit up with red light, once again outlining a fiery red array, and shot more than ten bowl-sized fire bombs one after another towards the monk surnamed Fan in the center of the formation.

"Hidden in the array, this array technique is clever, but unfortunately it is only a mere ban, it can be seen that the people who set up the array, the cultivation is definitely not high... It seems that in this tree hole, there is still an ant who knows how to form it... That's it, the old man will kill him easily, and it can be regarded as a head quota..."

The monk surnamed Fan laughed a few times, and raised the black gold giant umbrella in his hand, and on the giant umbrella, thousands of black rays shot out in all directions, easily extinguishing the fire bomb attack and vine restraint. The formation of the seeers was as unbearable as expected, and the monk surnamed Fan despised the monk hiding in the cave even more. Hit the black gold giant umbrella again, and above the air, the giant umbrella suddenly retracted, like a giant spear, and the black light skyrocketed, mixed with the power of the best spiritual weapon, and stabbed towards the cave.

"Knock"

There was no such thing as the screams of the ant-monk's death, but a dull sound came from the cave, which was like a blunt impact, and the impact was accompanied by a slight cracking sound.

Under the puzzled gaze of the monk surnamed Fan, a withered old man slowly walked out of the tree hole with a dim black and gold umbrella. The old man's eyes were hollow, his behavior was sluggish, half of his face was glowing with a faint silver light, and his body was full of life, looking at the situation, it was actually a corpse puppet! And judging from the color of the skin, the level of this corpse puppet is not far from the silver corpse!

"The black gold umbrella was destroyed, this is, what kind of corpse puppet is this! Not good, 'Luminous Armor', talisman! ”

Seeing the destruction of the best spiritual weapon, I didn't know how powerful this corpse puppet was, and an alarm suddenly rose in my heart, and the monk surnamed Fan urged the talisman armor to escape.

However, before the monk surnamed Fan escaped, outside the tree hole, the corpse puppet old man flew up without warning, and his speed was not much worse than that of the monk Zhuji, and his body appeared behind the monk surnamed Fan quickly, and a punch was blasted, and the armor that was enough to resist the attack of the best spiritual weapon was shattered by the corpse puppet. The dry silver fist continued to castrate, passing the monk surnamed Fan through his chest, letting the monk surnamed Fan struggle, but the corpse puppet never moved a single point.

After the corpse puppet captured the monk surnamed Fan, in the tree hole, a black-robed young man slowly walked out, looking at the corpse puppet's eyes, with a little dissatisfaction,

"Refined iron, Mithril, have been cast to the limit, but unfortunately still can't refine the silver corpse, it seems that the strength of the body of the refining corpse itself is the key to determining the level of the refining corpse... Moreover, due to the previous soul search, Han Tao's soul was already mutilated, and the corpse puppet he refined lacked a little less spirituality. I ordered the enemy to be killed through the belly, but it was killed through the chest..."

This black-robed young man, with a little tiredness on his face, sacrificed and refined the corpse puppet in a few days, which was also a lot of load on him. Red brocade bundle hair, eyebrows and silver stars, not Xuanmo, but who!

Hearing Xuanmo's arrogant words about refining the silver corpse, the monk surnamed Fan was suddenly frightened, and even ordinary foundation-building demon cultivators couldn't do it. This black-robed young man is not a demonic old monster who can't give up! Thinking of this, the monk surnamed Fan coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood, and said with a strong expression,

"Ahem, ahem... The... Senior, the villain is a subordinate of the Yue Palace, and I hope that the predecessor will make it convenient... Spare the villain's life... Otherwise... Offended the Yue Palace... Hundreds of guards are out... When the time comes..."

"Is it a threat... You are only allowed to kill Xuan, and Xuan is not allowed to fight back, ridiculous! Dementors! ”

Hearing the threatening words of the monk surnamed Fan, Xuan Mo's eyes were cold, and he stepped into the air, appearing in front of him in an instant. With one hand, he pinched out the strange magic decision, and with the other hand, he pointed at the eyebrows of the monk surnamed Fan, and with a claw of his hand, he actually took out the illusory soul of the monk surnamed Fan!

When the soul left the body, the monk surnamed Fan was suddenly shocked and bloodless, what the monk was more afraid of than death was to extract the marrow and refine the soul! Not only because of the pain of extracting the marrow and refining the soul, ordinary people can't bear it at all, but also because once the soul is destroyed, the monk will no longer be able to re-enter reincarnation and be reincarnated in the next life!

"No, don't, the villain deserves to die, the villain is guilty! I also hope that the predecessors will let the villain's soul go and let the villain reincarnate! ”

Seeing that his soul was forcibly pulled out by Xuan Mo, the illusory soul of the monk surnamed Fan suddenly trembled, and there was still a bit of arrogance.

It's just that the crocodile's tears, why should there be mercy. If it weren't for the monk surnamed Fan who had murderous intent towards Xuanmo, where would he have fallen to such a point. Xuan Mo pinched the law with one hand, and with the other hand, he coherently pressed the soul of the monk surnamed Fan into the center of the corpse puppet's eyebrows, and said in a deep voice, "Soul refining!" Melt the Soul! ”

Soul dementoring, soul refining, and soul melting are the three key steps of refining and refining corpses independently, as recorded in the "Secret Biography of the Corpse Sect". With Xuanmo's current cultivation, the three steps of soul dementoring, soul refining and soul melting are carried out at the same time, and the load is not small. Taking out a medium-grade spirit stone from the storage bag, and restoring the spiritual power with the reincarnation of the five spirits, Xuan Mo carefully observed the changes in the corpse puppet. I saw that in the eyes of the corpse puppet, the empty expression gradually dissipated, revealing a hint of agility, and looked at Xuan Mo blankly.

Seeing that the corpse puppet gave birth to spiritual wisdom, Xuan Mo bit his fingertips and planted a blood ban in the center of the corpse puppet's eyebrows, so that it would recognize the master, with this blood ban, except for Xuan Mo, it was impossible for others to control the corpse puppet. After the blood ban was submerged in the center of his eyebrows, the corpse golem said in a jerky tone, "Master..."

"Yes, this corpse puppet can be regarded as a successful refining. Although it can't reach the Silver Corpse level, after all, it's the first time to refine, and it's enough to use..."

Nodding with satisfaction, Xuan Mo untied the storage bag on the corpse of the monk surnamed Fan, and put all the useful things into his storage bag. The search only took a few breaths, and Xuan Mo didn't notice that as early as when the monk surnamed Fan died, a blood-colored jade pendant shattered, and on Xuan Mo's body, there was an extra layer of red light that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

And this red light is the reason why Wang Ran and others are afraid of the monk surnamed Fan!

Leaving down the storage bag of the monk surnamed Fan, Xuan Mo was about to put away the broken array flag on the ground, suddenly his eyes froze, and without hesitation, he took out a golden superb flying sword, slashed at the sky, and the golden sword light of dozens of zhang size shot high into the air, colliding with a crimson sword that came from a sneak attack!

"Fan Xun, hand over the heart grass!"

With the crimson sword slashing out, Bai Zhan's arrogant voice came from afar, and behind him, the figures of three young men and women followed closely. After a few breaths, Bai Zhan and the others had already come to the outside of the tree cave, but when they saw the corpse of the monk surnamed Fan here, not only Bai Zhan, but also Wang Ran and Meng Wan, no one dared to show arrogance, and they were all shocked.

Someone dared to kill the guards of the Yue Palace's palace in the land of trials, this black-robed young man, didn't he know how to write the word dead!

And Han Muqing, who had been frowning, inadvertently swept his gaze over Xuan Mo, and a look of surprise appeared on his haggard face, but his nose was sour, and a tear fell out of place.

"Xuan... Brother Lu, you are still alive, you are really alive! ”