The ancient corpse came over, and Yan Xing could already smell the rotten smell on its body, as well as the smell of fresh blood.

Yan Xing finally saw it, its shriveled body was six feet tall, the blood in its body had dried up for tens of thousands of years, its whole body was covered with black holes, its chest was almost cut open, its bones were actually silver, it might not be human.

On its crusted neck was a crumbling head, the skin of which was tattered like rags torn by a human being, and blood was still dripping from the cut on its neck.

The expression of the head was very hideous, the facial features were distorted by pain, and the facial muscles remained tense after death, and the original owner of this head must have been tortured when he died.

The ancient corpse did not find Yan Xing directly, but walked slowly towards the woman.

"Don't!" she was terrified, but no matter how much she screamed, it was in vain.

Yan Xing watched as the ancient corpse skeleton-like hand rested on her head, giving people the illusion that it was comforting her.

Her screams pulled Yan Xing back to reality, her seemingly feeble hand clamping her head tightly, her skull pinched and deformed like tofu, not enough to kill her, but it could make her worse than dead.

As if enough of the torture had been met, the corpse violently pulled her head up.

Tear pull...

The woman finally stopped screaming, and the flesh and blood exploded because she couldn't withstand the huge force, only a layer of skin on the surface of her body was broken, and Yan Xing heard the sound of human skin cracking.

The corpse ripped her head off her body!

The white spine was pulled out of the body, and bright red blood spurted from the neck like a fountain, and the corpse was even more demonic because of the moisture of the blood.

Yan Xing had never seen such a bloody scene in his two lives, and his stomach was overturned.

The corpse examined the head in his hand for a moment, and seemed to be extremely satisfied, then solemnly placed it around his neck, while the other's head was abandoned.

It kicked over the boat, and the woman's body fell out, blood spilling all over the ground.

The blood-stained land seemed to come to life and began to squirm slightly, sucking the woman's blood.

Yan Xing was shocked, this red land was really a demonic land, it could actually suck human blood and have its own life!

But after a while, the ground calmed down, but the red earth became a bright red, like a vampire devil after drinking, with demonic power.

Then, a small hole cracked in the ground, and a plant burst through the ground, and soon grew to the height of an ancient corpse's calf.

This plant is blood-red, the thick branches of chopsticks are like human blood vessels, beating slightly, and there is a thick blade of grass growing at the top of it, and there are seven orifices on the leaves, just like a human face, with eyes, nose, tongue, mouth and ears!

Yan Xing was shocked, "How can there be such a strange plant in the world!"

The ancient corpse had long known that this grass would grow, so he plucked it and threw it into his mouth, holding his chin in one hand and controlling his head to chew it into a red pulp.

What made Yan Xing shiver was that the grass was still screaming in the corpse's mouth, as if a person was being ground up, and the sound was somewhat similar to the dead woman.

Yan Xing boldly guessed, "That grass doesn't contain a human soul." ”

If that's the case, then the methods of this ancient corpse are even more terrifying than he imagined, even if he dies, he can't get rid of the pain, and even his soul is grinded.

The ancient corpse smeared the chewed slurry on its neck, and after a few moments, the head and the corpse seemed to become one, and the seven orifices revived, and both eyes turned.

"Could it be that this thing wants to be resurrected?!"

This kind of method of connecting himself is unheard of by Yan Xing, and it is definitely not a means that people in this century can have.

He thought that this ancient corpse was only driven to kill by residual resentment, but now it seems that it is far beyond his imagination, and it still has some memories of ancient times!

The strong man who was buried countless years ago is now about to resurrect the head of a human being, and whoever knows the news will be terrified.

Either the original primordial spirit of the ancient corpse has not completely dissipated, and the consciousness has remained, and the primordial god that has not been wiped out for tens of thousands of years, God knows how terrifying it is.

Either the corpse has been nourished by tens of thousands of years of evil qi and has been revived into a new being.

No matter what kind of situation it is, it is extremely terrible, if it enters the Eastern Cadre Realm, it will be an unstoppable disaster of annihilation, and judging from its cruel methods, the clans of the Eastern Cadre Realm are likely to be slaughtered.

But this is obviously not what Yan Xing has to worry about at the moment.

It looked up at Yan Xing, the muscles of its cheeks contracted, the corners of its mouth cracked, all the way to the base of its ears, and blood remained on its snow-white teeth.

It shows a cruel smile, and I don't know if it's happy because of the killing.

", hell, he's still smiling at me. Yan Xing didn't panic so much when he faced it.

For some reason, the fear it brings is not as strong as when encountering ghosts in the Dragon Domain.

Whether it was an ancient corpse in front of him, a living corpse, or a strong man with world-class cultivation, Yan Xing could truly feel that it was an existential thing, not as extremely weird and abnormal as a ghost, as if it should not exist in this world at all.

It moved its neck and walked towards Yan Xing, its blood-stained withered arm stretched out.

"I don't care what kind of ghost you are!"

When the ancient corpse was very close, Yan Xing roared, and the milky white dragon-shaped primordial god rushed out of his forehead with a bronze Yue that was bigger than him!

This bronze Yue was given by the fairy dragon when Yan Xing just entered the Dragon Gorge, although it is difficult to determine its grade, but it is one of the cores of the mound, and it is not small, this time Yan Xing did not hesitate to consume the origin to barely be able to use it, but it was only limited to being able to wield it.

And Yue is a kind of weapon, and it is also a ritual weapon used in sacrifices, which has a sacred meaning and has an inexplicable restraint on evil ghosts.

The bronze Yue is as heavy as Mount Tai, the quaint lines are full of the sense of time, containing unknown power, when the Yuan Shen of Yan Xing holds it, you can even hear the faint whisper, which makes people feel calm.

The aura of the ancient corpse could certainly trap Yan Xing's body, but he couldn't trap the primordial spirit!

The ancient corpse couldn't dodge, and was directly hit by the bronze Yue.

Boom!

There was a dull thud in its chest, and it was smashed back a few steps, and the ground was crushed.

That corpse was so strong for some reason, not only immortal for 10,000 years, but still far beyond the magic weapon after 10,000 years, and there was not even a trace left after being slashed, Yan Xing wondered if he was a human being.

But even though his body was extremely hard and there was no damage, Yan Xing could feel that the bronze slash hit not only his body, but also his soul!

Sure enough.

The corpse seemed to have been hit hard, its face lost its expression, and it let out a loud roar!

The sparse clouds in the sky were scattered, and the Gobi roar in the distance collapsed, and Yan Xing's body was directly hit hard, and his ears were almost deaf.

Feeling the serious injury to his body, Yan Xing did not dare to slack off, and the milky white primordial god held the bronze Yue and confronted the ancient corpse from afar.

It looked at the floating Yuan Shen, and the chill in its eyes almost wanted to freeze Yan Xing, but it didn't step forward to make a move.

It's afraid of the bronze!

Yan Xing was overjoyed in his heart, this ancient corpse's primordial god was not strong, and he was very afraid of the bronze Yue, a magic weapon against the primordial god, so he only needed to wait for it to slowly retreat, and he would be able to survive.

But to Yan Xing's surprise, it did not retreat, but went straight to its own body!

Yan Xing swung his sword and slashed at him again, incarnating as an ancient sacrifice, the primordial god emitted a sacred white light, and the Yue slashed at the blasphemous god like a guillotine, sacred and solemn.

"Ahh

But Yan Xing was not much better, the Yuan Shen had lost his light, and the two swings of the bronze Yue had almost consumed his seven-source dragon qi, which had already hurt the roots.

I don't know what attracts the ancient corpse, it stubbornly walks towards Yan Xing's body.

"In order to survive, fight!" Yan Xing's heart was horizontal, and he raised the bronze Yue again.

If nothing else, if the next blow is swung out, Yan Xing will not die, and the path of cultivation will be cut off.

The Origin Dragon Qi is equivalent to the life of a dragon, and it is difficult to recover.

The moment the corpse touched Yan Xing, his hand flicked away like an electric shock.

Then, something inside the Dan shell rushed out uncontrollably!

"This is—" Yan Xing looked at the object in front of him in surprise.

It is an unshaped ancient character, extremely complex, profoundly changing, like a world evolving, "Tao" and "Reason" are intertwined.

All things are revealed, the void is boundless, and the light is bright in an instant, and the cycle repeats. It was as if thunder suddenly lit up in the infinite darkness, followed by a vast sea of thunder, from empty to bright, experiencing the evolution from silence to brilliance.

There seems to be an inexplicable trajectory around him, forming complex and esoteric rules, and deriving mysterious Wenluo and patterns.

The avenue seemed to be about to appear in front of you, accompanied by endless thunder.

It's this mysterious rune!

In the Dragon Domain's mutation, when Yan Xing was using Taoist spells, the Yuan Shen had entered a strange space with tens of thousands of mysterious runes.

This is the rune that Yan Xing stole at the risk of death.

The mysterious character contains infinite rhyme, but Yan Xing can't comprehend it at all, let alone control it, and slowly Yan Xing forgot about it, but he never thought that it would suddenly revive at this time.

The corpse was attracted by the rune in front of it, and when it looked at it twice, only a look of horror remained on its face.

The corpse retreated step by step, and the fear on its face intensified.

"Ahh

The sharp female voice caused the earth to shake, and Yan Xing Yuanshen felt a splitting headache after returning to his body.

Then the corpse's aura shattered, and it fled at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to follow.

The earth was almost crushed by it, and the cliffs in the distance were knocked down by it!

Such a powerful ancient corpse was like a snake and scorpion away from that rune, as if it was something countless times more terrifying than it.