Grow, grow......

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom......

Around the Corpse Refining Mountain, Ding * Yuanqi's Three Hate Songs were still resounding, and one after another disciples of the Corpse Refining Mountain exploded their bodies in the bloody sound waves of this song, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Above the sky, it was like a continuous stream of blood-colored fireworks, and this scene was very terrifying.

Originally, there were 20,000 Corpse Refining Mountain cultivators, but at this time, there may only be 2,000 left.

The corpse oil array arranged on the periphery of Ding Yuanqi lost the support of a large number of disciples, and many empty array eyes appeared, and there were flaws almost everywhere.

In this case, if there is any mistake in the entire large array, the remaining more than 2,000 Corpse Refining Mountain cultivators will probably suffer a lot of backlash.

Setting up a large array can produce concentrated and powerful power, but if there is a problem with the large array, the monks in the array will also be injured.

"Master Honor!"

In the corpse oil array, the senior brother of the Refining Corpse Mountain who was close to the Refining Corpse Mountain Palm Sect was full of bruises, as if his eyes were suffering from huge vitality fluctuations, and his eyes were also blood-red, and he suddenly shouted towards the Refining Corpse Mountain Palm Sect, "You go quickly!" The corpse oil array is handed over to the apprentice, and the apprentice can hold out for a while! As long as the master can leave here, my Corpse Refining Mountain will have a time to make a comeback! ”

"Storm clouds! My Corpse Refining Mountain Monk has always been a loss and a glory, and as a teacher, I will never let you go! ”

The Corpse Refining Mountain Sect's gaze was stern, and he roared at the senior brother of the Corpse Refining Mountain, "Storm Cloud".

"Oops! It's so touching! ”

In the corpse oil array, he faintly heard the conversation between the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect and the senior brother of the Corpse Refining Mountain, and Ding * Yuanqi was full of ridicule.

After killing more than 10,000 Corpse Refining Mountain cultivators from the Condensing Divine Realm to the Yuan Spirit Realm and even the Body Spirit Realm in a row, Ding * Yuan Qi had already had red eyes, and his expression of laughing at the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect and the Senior Brother of the Corpse Refining Mountain made people feel creepy, even more terrifying than the image of the demons.

Finding Ding Yuanqi's expression at this time, the more than 2,000 disciples of the Corpse Refining Mountain were all shocked.

Although each of them put life and death aside when they cultivated the corpse body divine skill, these monks still felt a deep sadness when they watched all the disciples of the Corpse Refining Mountain explode and die, and the mountain gate was destroyed.

The faces of the Sect Leader of the Refining Corpse Mountain and the Senior Brother of the Refining Corpse Mountain showed a strong look of unwillingness, and the eyes that looked at Ding * Yuanqi were full of extremely strong anger.

The Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect is the cultivation of the peak of the Spiritual Realm, and the Senior Brother of the Refining Corpse Mountain is the cultivation of the peak of the Physical Spirit Realm, and the two of them are the leaders of the two generations of disciples of the Corpse Refining Mountain, and the mainstay of the Mountain Gate.

They couldn't have imagined that a core disciple of the Vajra Sect would really come to this point if he wanted to destroy his own Corpse Refining Mountain and establish a reputation.

Of the more than 20,000 disciples of the Corpse Refining Mountain, there were less than two thousand left at this time, and the other more than 18,000 disciples were all killed by the other party.

sect, almost extinct.

"Master, you go quickly!"

Bang!

At this moment, Corpse Refining Mountain's senior brother Storm Cloud suddenly screamed, and slammed his palm on the top of the Corpse Refining Mountain's Palm Sect.

In the large array arranged by the monks in the flesh, each monk is regarded as an array eye, and each array eye has weak points.

As for the weak formation eye in the corpse oil array, as the senior brother of the Corpse Refining Mountain, Storm Cloud could not be clearer that the palm he hit on the top of the head of the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect was a weak formation eye in the corpse oil array.

Although the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect is a cultivation at the peak of the spiritual realm, the senior brother of the Corpse Refining Mountain is a tricky move, the former has much more powerful power than the other party, and he can't use it, so he can only let himself be beaten out by the other party.

Burst!

The Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect was beaten by the storm clouds and staggered out of the corpse oil array, because he was counterattacked by the large array, the qi and blood in his body surged, and he couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of oily crimson blood.

The Sect Leader of the Refining Corpse Mountain didn't care about vomiting blood, he turned his gaze and looked at the storm cloud that was asserting his own opinion, his eyes were full of hideousness, and he wanted to fly over and beat the other party violently.

But at this time, the disciples of the Corpse Refining Mountain, who were less than two thousand in the Corpse Oil Great Array, looked at the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect in unison.

From the eyes of these nearly two thousand disciples, the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect could see that these disciples all hoped that they would leave as soon as possible.

"Comeback! I must make a comeback! ”

With an angry roar in his heart, the Refining Corpse Mountain Palm Sect took a deep look at his nearly two thousand disciples, and then turned around sharply and flew towards the sky.

"You can't run!"

In the corpse oil array, Ding * Yuanqi found that the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect tried to escape after breaking away from the formation, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes in an instant.

After fighting for so long, his own vitality has also been consumed a lot, and if he casts a spiritual technique with great lethality, he will definitely be counterattacked and seriously injured.

But in order to establish a reputation comparable to that of Ling Feng, Ding Yuanqi didn't care so much, roared ferociously, aimed at the Corpse Refining Mountain Sect Sect that flew above the corpse oil array, and raised his fist violently.

"Hate the sky, hate the earth, hate people...... Three hatreds of sonic human-level punches! ”

Rumble!

Ding * Yuanqi punched out and slashed over the strings of the Hating Heaven Guqin, and the palm of his fist suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist, which was stirred by the strings of the Hating Lyre, leaving only a bare forearm.

However, the fist blood mist that was stirred up by the strings melted into the purple-gold sound wave of the Three Hate Songs, condensing a blood-colored giant fist, which kept transmitting hateful notes, and slammed towards the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect.

Crash! Crash......

The corpse oil array was broken through layer by layer by the sonic human-level fist, and nearly two thousand Corpse Refining Mountain cultivators, all of them were shocked and suffered backlash, and at the same time, streams of blood spurted out.

The entire corpse oil array immediately collapsed, and many flaws appeared in front of Ding Yuanqi's eyes.

At the same time, Ding Yuanqi's three-hatred sonic human-level punch caught up with the Corpse Refining Mountain Sect that had escaped for hundreds of miles at a lightning speed, and hit the opponent's back in the heart.

Bang bang!

Hate hate hate hate!

A series of explosions suddenly appeared on the body of the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect, and with each explosion, a blood hole would be blown out of a position on his body, and a burst of "hate" notes sounded in the blood hole.

The body had suffered such a huge blow, and it was difficult for the Corpse Refining Mountain Sect to fly high in the air for a while, and the whole person was staggered, as if it would fall from the sky at any time.

"I won't die! Eternal life! ”

The Corpse Refining Mountain Sect gritted his teeth and frantically operated the corpse divine skill, and the corpse oil in his body surged out like a wave, spinning around his body.

The Refining Corpse Mountain Palm Sect is the cultivation of the peak of the spiritual realm, the spirit is like the essence, and it can freely control the physical body, even if it is injured, it can also make its wounds heal instantly.

He used the corpse magic skill, and after the corpse oil wrapped around his body, the blood hole that was punched out by the three hatred sonic wave level punches closed in an instant, and it was as good as ever.

Without hesitation, after the body was intact, the Refining Corpse Mountain Palm Sect once again operated the body method and flew towards the sky.

He wanted to fly into space, as long as he got to space, in that vast and boundless space, even if that King Kong Mountain disciple wanted to hunt him down, it would be even more difficult, and it was estimated that he would not be able to find himself.

"With the help of the Hate Heaven Guqin, the Corpse Refining Mountain Sect can actually withstand it?"

Below, Ding * Yuanqi looked at the Sect of the Refining Corpse Mountain that began to fly towards the sky again, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Only then did he realize that the third level of the Forging Spirit Realm, the powerhouse of the Soul Realm, was too strong in his physical body, and with the cooperation of the high-grade Dao weapon, he could still resist the spirit technique that he used regardless of the danger of counterattacking.

The gap between the realms is really not something that can be made up by having a powerful* magic weapon.

Looking at the Refining Corpse Mountain Sect flying higher and higher, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to fly out of the Qi layer of the Three Emperor Stars, Ding Yuanqi's eyes suddenly showed a hint of determination.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get the tiger? If I don't do my best, how can I build a reputation that shocks the world? ”

Thinking of this, Ding Yuanqi's body was shocked, and he put the hating sky guqin on the top of his head.

Then he lifted the arm, which had lost his palm, gritted his teeth, and tucked the arm's forearm into the sharp strings.

"Hate the ground...... Three hatreds of sonic ground-level boxing! Die for me! ”

Flutter flutter!

In an instant, Ding Yuanqi's entire forearm was stirred into a pulp of flesh by the strings of the Heavenly Guqin, and those blood-colored flesh mud were mixed into the purple-gold sound wave, and the whole sky suddenly darkened, and Ding Yuanqi was in it, feeling as if the earth had risen into the air and was about to rush out of the nine clouds.

The Three Hates Sonic Boxing is a very lethal punch recorded in the Hate Sky Guqin, and the amount of vitality consumed is also huge, with the strength of Ding * Yuanqi, only the living blood sacrificed his arm, is enough for the consumption of the Three Hate Sonic Wave Ground-level Boxing, after he came to his senses, he has never used it.

At this time, he found that the killing range of the ground-level fist was so wide, Ding * Yuanqi was surprised and happy in his heart, happy that this punch would definitely be able to seriously injure the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect, and the surprise was that the momentum of this punch was too huge, if there were other monks within a radius of thousands of miles, it was very likely to attract the other party.

Burst!

Just when Ding Yuanqi was concerned about this, his body was counterattacked by the Three Hates Sonic Ground Level Fist, and his entire head and facial features spurted out surging blood.

It can be seen that the consumption of the three hatred sonic wave ground-level fists on the vitality is too great, although Ding * Yuanqi sacrificed one of his small arms with blood, he still can't support the outbreak of the ground-level fist, and the internal organs have to pay the price of injury.

At this moment, the Three Hatred Sonic Wave Ground-level Punch played by Ding Yuanqi had also hit the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect.

With tremendous strength, it was as if the earth had violently slammed into this person, and the flying body of the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect was suddenly shaken and rolled up.

"What kind of psychic art is this? Uh......"

The Refining Corpse Mountain Palm Sect fell on the sound waves of the Three Hates Sonic Wave Ground-level Fist like the sound waves of the earth, and his body was shocked and vomited blood again and again, although he was a cultivator of the spiritual realm, he was able to make the spirit control body like a substance repair itself, but the frequency of the shock was too fast, and the speed at which he repaired his body could not keep up with the speed of his body injury.

"Damn...... Look at my corpse! ”

His body was shaken by the sound wave barrier of the vast earth, and the Corpse Refining Mountain Palm Sect felt that something was wrong, and with a loud roar, under the operation of the corpse divine skill, the corpse oil in his body swelled up in an instant.

Call!

In the blink of an eye, the Corpse Refining Mountain Sect Sect turned into a huge corpse man with a height of 100 feet, the corpse oil around him was turbulent, and he was drenched in terror, he violently raised his slimy big feet, and stepped on the purple-gold barrier of the Three Hates Sonic Wave Ground-level Fist in retaliation.

(End of chapter)