Legend has it that the ghost tomb was called the Ghost Valley fifty years ago, and the disciples in the sect did not cultivate themselves, but refined the corpse, like various sects, martial arts exercises emerged in endlessly, and in the Ghost Valley, there was only one exercise - "Soul Control Corpse". Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soul of the living person is extracted, introduced into the corpse, and then refined with various heavenly and earth treasures, so that the corpse produces spiritual intelligence, and finally manipulates the corpse to use against the enemy.

Although the Ghost Valley exercises are evil, but with the various sects and factions in the end the well water does not violate the river water, they will turn a blind eye to the past, but the higher the level of the corpse refining, the stronger the soul will be, using ordinary people who have not cultivated to refine the corpse, the progress is too slow, they actually thought of taking the sect to send disciples to refine the corpse, which angered the eight major sects, and the Ghost Valley also caused the disaster of annihilation.

In desperation, the head of the Ghost Valley opened a large array, and blew up the heavenly corpse that he had been refining for many years, and the disciples in the door also blew themselves up, and the corpse poison contaminated the disciples of the eight major sects who came to exterminate them, but in an instant, their skin festered and turned into a pile of white bones, and the head of the eight major sects saw that the corpse poison could not be dispersed, and escaped from the formation.

Later, the Ghost Valley became a place to raise corpses, and the heads of the eight major sects were afraid that the corpse poison would contaminate the true qi in the body, and they would mistake their cultivation, and the Ghost Valley could no longer pose a threat, so they often issued corpse extermination tasks in the sect, so that the disciples of the sect could do it.

But there are inevitably some deaths and injuries in the corpse, and the people in the rivers and lakes who practice poison skills often come to collect corpse poison, and the refining of corpses in Ghost Valley has not decreased, but more and more, and after a long time, people have forgotten the name of Ghost Valley and called it the Ghost Tomb.

And legend has it that there are more than 20 levels of corpse refining, but now that there is no "Soul Control Corpse" exercise, there are only five in the world, and they are all the lowest-level existences.

The entrance to the Ghost Tomb was under a black dirt slope where no grass grew at all, and it was likely that resentment was gathering and could not be dissipated, even if the sun was blazing, there was always a gloomy and cold feeling there.

It didn't take too long for Fang Fan to reach the black dirt slope, the ghost tomb was much more lively than the ruins of the magic pile, the entrance was crowded with noisy players, and the noisy eardrums were about to be pierced.

Before he got closer, Fang Fan knew what this group of players was arguing about, and there was a gang to charter the venue.

Small gangs often have fresh blood to join, so they often charter the ghost tomb to brush the sword of destruction, but only for small gangs, because the minimum standard for large gangs to accept people is to have a mid-term cultivation of mortal products, so the gangs on this occasion are definitely small gangs with average power and like to bully newcomers.

“****！ It's you kid! Suddenly there was a short and fat player in the crowd who was dressed in bells and whistles and scolded Fang Fan, and Fang Fan looked at it fixedly, it was he who killed him in Xiangshui Village and died with his life.

Coincidentally, it was the Humen Gang who chartered the venue here, and it was really a narrow road.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, I didn't go to look for you, so you sent it to the door yourself." With his life as death, he pushed away the crowd with a grin, his eyes staring at Fang Fan like a poisonous snake devouring a letter.

"Touch porcelain, come out quickly, I found the kid who killed us!" shouted at the ghost tomb without turning his head with his life.

"Oh!" ran out with his life touching porcelain and scolding.

"Sure enough, it's this kid, hehe......" touched the porcelain with his life, smashed it with his elbow, and killed with his life, and the two laughed evilly.

"It turned out that you killed the people of our Humen Gang." Wearing a purple robe, he was stunned with his hands behind his back, and proudly led ten Humen Gang members out.

"Cousin, that's him." With life as death, he trotted to the side of a frightened palm, and the fat was turned upside down.

"Hmm......" A palm of his hand replied in horror and arrogance, looking at Fang Fan's gaze as if he was looking at a dead person.

"If you dare to move, I'll have your blood splattered on the spot right now!" A palm of horror seemed to have eyes on the back of the head, and several players who were about to sneak into the ghost tomb stopped in mid-air with their feet awkward, and their faces turned pale and did not dare to move.

The cultivation of a palm is not high, it is just a glimpse of the cultivation of the later stage, and some of the players present are not less than him, but there are nearly 100 people in the Humen Gang, and the gang leader is arrogant and has the cultivation of the late stage of mortal products, and it doesn't matter if you offend these dozen people now, you can face the endless pursuit of the Humen Gang, so don't think about playing the game.

They didn't know how Fang Fan had offended these villains, but one thing was for sure - Fang Fan was finished.

"Tell me how you want to die." A palm of horror looked at Fang Fan condescendingly.

Fang Fan smiled, unconcealing the sarcasm in his heart.

Naturally, Fang Fan's ridicule was also seen in his palm, and he nodded with a raised eyebrow: "Okay!" Very good! ”

"I'm still pretending to be here when I'm dying, give it to me!"

With a flick of his palm, the ten gangsters behind him were killed.

In the face of people, Fang Fan has never been afraid, although the tricks are endless, but the weakness is too obvious, not to mention, people will be careless when they think they have the advantage.

Fang Fan didn't intend to use guerrilla tactics, he rushed forward directly, now he was in the middle stage of the first glimpse, and he would definitely be able to win within five moves, not to mention that these ten people were not all in the middle stage of the first glimpse, and a few of them were in the early stage of cultivation, so what if there were a large number of people?

It's just a few more souls!

Fang Fan relied on the elusiveness of his body to break into the encirclement of the ten gangs, and soon he scattered the ten people, did not draw his sword, and flew up and down with a pair of fleshy palms, and soon knocked the ten people to the ground, dead and wounded, in short, he could no longer use force.

The players around "this ......" were stunned, they rubbed their eyes vigorously, hoping that they didn't see the flowers, but the facts were clearly placed in front of them, Fang Fan won with one enemy and ten without much effort!

Death with life and touching porcelain with life were also dull, and they suddenly felt that they had done something wrong again......

"The kid is very capable." A palm was shocked, but he still did not change his arrogant expression, pushed away the use of life for death and the use of life on both sides of the body, and slapped his right palm out suddenly.

The strong wind was blowing, and Fang Fan also stretched out his right palm and handed it over.

Boom......

The two fought each other, and Fang Fan couldn't help but take two steps back, and his right arm was already sore.

"Humph!"

The palm that did not retreat was frightened, and his hands were behind his back again, he had the upper hand in the previous battle, although Fang Fan's attack was a bit strange, it seemed that he could slide away from his attack, but it was not worth mentioning!

Fang Fan clenched his fist and released it, released it and clenched his fist again, repeated it several times, his right arm finally returned to normal, all of this was seen in the eyes of a palm, he was not in a hurry, the cat caught the mouse, and it was all eaten after some play.