Corpse Sweeper!

A barren land.

The graves here are rampant, and there are wailing lonely ghosts everywhere. At the very front of the tomb, a huge pine tree had been stripped of its bark, and on it was written in blood the words 'Corpse Chaser'. On the side of the pine tree, there is a pile of pyramid-like skull heads. The top skulls seemed to be still fresh, and blood was slowly dripping down the skull.

One by one, the dead birds perched on the branches of the dead trees, curled up and motionless.

"Boom!"

Suddenly.

A loud bang came from the depths of the grave.

The dead bird perched on the tree was frightened, flapped its black wings, made a 'quack' sound, and flew towards the sky.

A withered old man walked back and forth with his hands behind his back. Beside him, a cadre of disciples was silent, and they didn't dare to say a word.

"It's been two months, two whole months!"

The old man shouted angrily.

"Why haven't you summoned the soul yet......

In the main hall, no one answered.

Long.

A young disciple stepped forward in fear and said slowly. "Sect Master, half of Senior Brother's body has been eaten away, and only half of his body remains. It's a lot more difficult than ever......"

"Rubbish!"

The old man's eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of fierceness flashed.

Suddenly.

The disciple who spoke shrank his neck and took a few steps back, no longer daring to interject.

There was silence for another moment.

The old man let out a long breath of turbidity, slowly turned around and asked, "How long will it take to be able to recall the soul?"

"Five years...... No, three years!" the disciple said softly.

"I'm only going to give you a year. If you can't find his soul, I'll bury you with you!" the old man shouted. "Got it?"

"Understood!"

Nodding slightly.

The old man slowly folded his hands and looked at the dead birds that were still hovering in the dim sky.

Exhale a breath of turbidity.

A hint of fierceness flashed in the old man's eyes.

"No matter who it is, daring to slaughter the two disciples of our corpse chasing sect in a row, this is already a provocation to our sect. After finding that murderer, no matter who he is, I will make him pay!"

......

Mixed Yuan Sect!

In the huge sect city, Xiao Tianba waited aside.

In front of him.

A man who appeared to be middle-aged, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking. The man held two yin and yang balls in his hands, and in the alternation, they kept making a crisp clicking sound.

"Haven't found it yet?"

A moment later.

The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Tianba.

"No!" Xiao Tianba was shocked and said softly.

Rumble!

The voice did not fall.

The middle-aged man slammed out the yin and yang ball in his hand. One black, one white, and two spheres smashed Xiao Tianba's chest.

Bang bang!

A muffled sound rang out.

Xiao Tianba trembled and retreated, blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Bastard!"

The middle-aged man stood up from his seat angrily and scolded fiercely.

"A dignified martial artist, he actually let a great martial artist-level kid slip out from under your nose, and he also abolished your right hand. The middle-aged man wrapped his right hand, and the two yin and yang balls returned to the palm of his hand. "The ten best inner disciples of my Mixed Yuan Sect were actually killed by a little mongrel, and I haven't found them yet!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath and suppressed all the anger in his heart.

"Xiao Tianba, how long will it take to find that little mongrel?" the middle-aged man asked.

"About a year or so. Xiao Tianba said softly: "The forces behind that kid are a little tricky, a fourth-grade alchemist, we can't deal with it blatantly." Otherwise, it will inevitably cause that kid to fight back. ”

"Well, it's up to you. I don't interfere in this matter anymore. A year later, it was the time of the Battle of the Seven Gods Sect. I don't want the news of the death of these ten personal disciples to reach the ears of a few other old fellows. When the time comes, it will inevitably become the biggest joke. Do you understand?" said the middle-aged man word by word. "The only way to wash away this shame is the head of the cold dust!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Xiao Tianba nodded heavily in response.

"Within a year, I'll be able to catch the cold dust. Skinned him and cramped, crushed his bones and scattered ashes...... Decapitate his head and hang it outside this Mixed Yuan Sect City!"

......

Canglan Sect.

Ten thousand high mountains.

Originally, it was an extremely magnificent and magnificent mountain, but at this moment, it seemed a little lonely.

On the mountain road, the disciples were investigating in fear.

From the mountain.

Waves of water continued to rush down, and what was originally a stream of clear water had turned into a turbid red color after it washed over the ground. Some outer disciples who were not qualified to go up the mountain also appeared here, and they were struggling to clean the mess all over the ground.

Since the last big war.

It's been two full months, but the strong smell of blood can't be washed away!

The outer disciples were scrived.

This is the first time.

It was all the outer disciples who secretly rejoiced for it......

Because of identity.

The outer disciples were not allowed to go up the mountain, so they avoided the previous fight and left a small life.

Sometimes.

The bursts of scolding that came from inside the main hall shocked these outer disciples, but they didn't dare to say more, they just tightened their necks and worked honestly.

Because, this time.

The six elders were furious, and some unknown outer disciples, even if they were a little louder, would anger them. In the past two months, more than 100 outer disciples have been killed because they inadvertently angered the elders.

"Hoo ......"

An outer disciple couldn't help but wipe the beads of sweat from his head and let out a long sigh.

"Hey!"

Grumbled softly.

"These blood stains are really too difficult to clean, how many people died in the first place, and it will accumulate so much blood on every stone slab! I don't know what kind of enemy our Canglan Sect has provoked, and nearly half of the inner disciples were killed and injured this time, and the disciples of the personal transmission were all wiped out!"

Rumble!

This outer disciple who was secretly complaining, I don't know if it was a little louder, which suddenly caused an angry roar in the main hall.

The voice did not fall.

Suddenly, a violent offensive frantically attacked from the main hall.

Burst......

The mouthy disciple suddenly spat blood and flew out upside down. Everyone looked over and immediately gasped. The other party's chest is sunken, and he is already dead!

"Find, find me!"

There was a frantic roar from inside the main hall.

"Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to dig out that little bastard for me. If one could not find one, he sent a hundred men to find it. If a hundred people can't find it, let all the inner disciples of the entire Canglan Sect go out and look for it!"

Now.

The three major divine sects have been completely turned upside down.

At this moment, Chen Han had already arrived at the Tianyuan Forest, and there was only one day left before Xuanye Sect City!

At the same time, the inner gate competition of Xuanye Sect City was already unfolding in an orderly manner.