From the tombstone mausoleum, an old ghost crawled out of the thick layer of soil of the tomb, and the years of eternal sleep exuded a smell of decay, consistent with the breath on the corpse that had turned into pus.

'Grunt...' came from his throat. After being buried deep in the ground for a long time, his old face became more and more gloomy, and the thousand-year-old evil ghost of Sen Sen spit out his long tongue and muttered in his mouth: "It's so fragrant...... It smells so good......"

He moved quickly, looking around, and soon, he flew in front of a ghost cultivator, the wizened and old corpse-like hand in the wide-sleeved robe stretched out, the long and sharp nails choked the neck of the ghost cultivator, the ghost cultivator was pinched by the neck like a beast to be slaughtered, the old ghost ignored the desperate and panicked look of the ghost cultivator, pulled the ghost cultivator to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and muttered: "No." ”

Then he pierced Ghost Xiu's neck with his long nails, and blood gushed out, and he was thrown to the ground, only to see Ghost Xiu's dead head and flesh quickly turn into a puddle of pus, leaving a white skeleton, no different from the human bones that danced before.

The old ghost continued to move quickly, and soon set his sights on the other ghost cultivators, who broke into the crowd and strangled the oni cultivators with his white, stiff sharp nails.

"Who are you? Let go of him. His companion held his sword at the old ghost, and the other three drew their swords and surrounded the old ghost.

"Gollum ......" The old ghost looked at him gloomily with pus-like eyes, he swallowed his throat, and a bad premonition appeared, watching his companion be choked by the neck without resistance, like a little chick, fear emerged.

The old ghost didn't answer his words, and continued to pull the ghost Xiu closer to the tip of his nose to sniff it, and continued to say to himself, "No. ”

Suddenly, a ghost's slender sword stabbed at the old ghost, and the old ghost grabbed the tip of the sword with one hand.

"How could it be !!?" Ghost Xiu's eyes widened, a puddle of pus flowed from the tip of the sword, and he pulled out his long sword vigorously, but the long sword did not move. He followed the long sword and met the eyes without eyeballs, and a puddle of pus flowed from the sockets, and the long sword in his hand kept trembling, and a few hairs on the old ghost's skull hung on the cracked scalp, and pus flowed out of the cracks......

"Hell!!!!" Oni Xiu let out a miserable scream. The pus ran down the sword and eroded his hands, flooding his living flesh, and he gradually dissolved into a puddle of pus in his dilated pupils.

The old ghost looked at the others again.

The three of them were terrified, and their hands trembled and their swords fell to the ground.

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me. Oni Xiu pleaded with a crying voice, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Run. I don't know who suddenly shouted, and the three of them came to their senses and ran around. The old ghost threw away the ghost cultivator like a piece of rotten cloth, and chased after the fleeing ghost cultivator.

Suddenly, a scream was heard in the distance.

The old ghost licked the blood from his nails with his long tongue and continued to look for other ghost cultivators, making a 'gurgling' sound in his throat, and muttering in his mouth, "It's so fragrant...... It smells so good......"

As for the existence of the old ghost, it soon exploded like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pot, and everyone fell into a great panic, and the dancing human bones had driven them into a desperate situation, and they died in fear, dancing endlessly like a curse.

There were screams and screams in the mass graves, and people were panicked.

Some ghost cultivators were afraid that they would not be able to rest in peace after they died, so they drew their swords and killed themselves; some dug a pit in the pile of human bones and buried themselves and waited for time to get out of the secret realm; some fled without direction in panic; some knelt on the ground and prayed and wept bitterly to beg their father and mother; and there were not a few ghost cultivators who were still fighting for the mysterious-level weapons that appeared in the mausoleum.

In another huge tomb, an old woman dressed in red sat cross-legged on the lid of the open coffin, her eyes flashed with the style of the past, she pinched her fingers to make an orchid shape, and a trace of ghost cultivation essence blood appeared on her carefully trimmed fingertips, looking at the beating essence blood on her hands, she smiled charmingly, "The old ghost's eating appearance is getting more and more ugly." Then, with a finger, he sucked the essence blood into his mouth, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes faded away.

In front of the black tombstone.

Wu Yu got up from the ground, barely standing, his injured right leg was shaking, his hand covering his injured chest, and a mouthful of flesh poured up from his throat and vomited on the stone slab, which was a shattered viscera.

Chu Xiyao's expression was indifferent, and he was to blame for his injuries. Although Wu Yu wanted to kill her, she still didn't want to kill until the last moment.

"You can't kill me. Chu Xiyao gave up persuading him, but calmly stated the facts, hoping that he would take the initiative to give up the pursuit.

"Hahaha......" Wu Yu laughed wildly, and the laughter was sad.

He limped towards the tall tombstone with his tattered body in his hands, laughing and shaking his head as he walked, laughing like the autumn wind, sad like a lotus, and weeping in pain.

This is the second person Chu Xiyao has seen crying miserably in addition to Ape Rock,

"I won't kill you, you don't have to die, why are you crying?"

"Huh," he scoffed.

"Hahaha......" he laughed again. Remembering what the Sect Master had said to him, he had only one way to go now, and he looked unwaveringly at the huge tombstone in front of him and the arched mausoleum behind him.

Chu Xiyao didn't know why she began to pity him and disliked him very much. But what happened next made her feel that he was nothing more than a hateful dead-eyed person, and it was not a pity to kill him.

Wu Lu walked to the tombstone, the poor and strange on the tombstone came to life, and Chu Xiyao remembered the soul inscription on the tombstone again: The sincerity of the heart can be obtained forever.

However. Wu Yu actually knelt under the tombstone, Chu Xiyao's pupils shrank sharply, and the mysterious foreknowledge of the importance of her life resurfaced, and she began to feel angry about her excess compassion.

Things turned out as she expected......

Wu Yu used the purple hand of the leopard soul to cut a hole in the palm of his hand, blood dripped from the palm, and the black strange light wrapped him, he pressed the bloody palm under the tombstone, and heard him say, "I, Wu Yu." The sincerity of the heart, willing to exchange the soul for endless strength. ”

As the words fell, Wu dragged his hands on his head, his head looked up, and the strange light wrapped around him like a magic vine, as if performing an ancient sacrifice, offering himself to the gods in order to make an eternal wish.

Suddenly, a yin wind suddenly rose, disturbing Chu Xiyao's skirt, sweeping the human bones on the ground, weeds, clothes corroded by death, and stones falling from the cliff; the soul inscription on the black tombstone lit up, forming a black whirlpool, attracting the surrounding soul power to continuously inhale, a huge beast claw stretched out from the whirlpool, and the strong breath poured into the mountains, and the blood-colored hand pressed the surface of the stele, trying to climb out of the tombstone......

Chu Xiyao's heart trembled, holding the hand of the evil ghost guard trembled slightly, she had a fear of death for the first time, looking at the blood-colored big hand struggling in the whirlpool, it was like a crack in her heart.

"It's late, it's late. Chu Xiyao looked at the huge blood-colored beast claws in shock and muttered, at this time it was too late to stop Wu Liu, and all thoughts in her heart were gone, she never thought that her compassion would become her final destination.

Wu Yu looked at the blood-colored beast claws above him with excitement on his face, and an invincible majesty surged in his heart, and endless power was within reach.

"Roar!" From the whirlpool came the howl of a ferocious beast. Another blood-colored beast claw stretched out of the narrow hole of the whirlpool, and the claws forcefully opened the hole with both claws, the yin wind became more ferocious, and a large amount of soul power was inhaled, and the whirlpool was gradually picked up by the fierce beast, from small to large, becoming taller than the pavilion, and one-third of the form was hidden in the dead air above, and the fierce beast pressed its huge head against the hole entrance, and it was summoned by the witch to come from another dark space.

"Hahahaha......" Wu Yu, who was close to the mouth of the whirlpool, laughed maniacally, the blood in his palm kept inhaling into the whirlpool, he had forgotten the true purpose of his sacrificial soul, and he didn't know that he was afraid of this blood-colored monster, only the ambition and desire for supreme power.

The speed at which the vortex absorbed the soul power began to increase, the hole expanded, and the head of the fierce beast had already stretched out halfway, and suddenly, the thin soul power attracted from all directions could not support it, and the hole that the whirlpool opened began to retract rapidly, faster than the speed at which it opened, and the stones rolled up in the yin wind fell from mid-air.

"Roar!" The unwilling roar of the beast came from the whirlpool, the suction of the whirlpool increased, and the yin wind roared like a beast even more ferociously, blowing up the stone bricks on the ground and throwing them in the air, and the soul power frantically poured into the tombstone.

Chu Xiyao tried his best to suppress the restless soul power in the dantian, but Wu Yao, who was close to the tombstone, did not have such good luck, the fierce beast sucked his blood, and now began to suck his soul power, his flesh and blood......

The flesh was thrown from his body, first his face was fair, then his full skin was wrinkled and cracked, he began to panic, he pulled his hand out with all his might, but he couldn't, and his hands were fixed on top.

The essence and blood of the organs drained from the severed palms, and the flesh and blood were thrown away from the upper skeletons of the raised hands, leaving a body of skin tightly wrapped around the white bones.

Eventually, he died. When he died, he still looked like he was holding his hands on his head, and his eyes were wide and dry, like a thousand-year-old corpse.

When the beast let out its last unwilling roar, the whirlpool grew smaller until it disappeared, the soul text on the tombstone dimmed, the wind stopped, and everything returned to calm.

Looking at the chapped corpse lying in front of the grave, Chu Xiyao decided to go over to collect the corpse, this has nothing to do with compassion, this has nothing to do with kindness, and it is not Chu Xiyao's pity for him; this is a kind of respect for the enemy, for himself, and for the Tao in his heart.

After the silence, the tombstone suddenly lit up, and the black strange light condensed from the monument into a ball and fell into Wu Yu's body, only to see Wu Yu's clothes being propped up, his dehydrated chapped fingers gradually plumped, and his skin was swollen like a soaked corpse.

"Pounding...... The sound of the pounding ...... organs came from his body, and the swollen corpse began to become smaller, and his cultivation continued to advance, from the double level of heavenly spirits and ghosts, to the great perfection of heavenly spirits and ghosts, breaking through the realm of ghost fetus, rising to the first weight of the ghost fetus, the second level of the ghost fetus, and finally stopping at the great perfection of the ghost fetus, the swollen corpse changed back to his original appearance.

He was resurrected.