"Heartbreaking!"

Even he was targeted by the ghost old man's refining corpse, and he was going to be refined into a walking corpse without five senses, Xiang Yan was awe-inspiring in his heart, and he couldn't help but scold angrily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Seeing Qi He's appearance of being neither human nor ghost, he would rather die happily without bones, and no one wants to be enslaved after death, being refined into humanoid weapons, and driven by battle puppets.

If those who have fallen know their miserable fate after death, the souls under the Nine Springs will not be able to rest in peace.

Of course, Xiang Yan didn't want to repeat the mistakes of Qi He, but now that he was in the game, he had to fight.

Taiyi Lingque Sword has a spirit, originally he believed that as long as he got the Origin Heavenly Fire, everything would be solved.

However, all this is not possible at all, without life, everything is nonsense, so get rid of the corpse slave who stands in the way, and he has to go down the mountain to flee for his life.

"Old Bangzi, in order to compete for the Origin Secret Treasure, you slaughtered living beings, bloodied villages and towns, and refined corpse slaves, how can you do it?" Xiang Yan hissed.

"Origin Secret Treasure, the old man has no idea!"

The thin old man sneered and said disdainfully, "However, to achieve great things, there will naturally be sacrifices, and when you reach the age of the old man, everything will be looked down upon." ”

"The Six Dao Sect and the Valley of the Wind, aren't they established for the Origin Secret Treasure?"

"You're right, the Six Dao Sect and the Valley of the Wind have been searching for countless years. ”

The old man rode the rainbow into the air, his voice was like a ghost, and said, "However, the old man has lived for most of his life, and he has already seen through it, no matter how strong and precious the secret treasure is, it can only belong to those bloodsuckers in the Bachen Great World." In that case, why should we spend our limited lives and be driven by others? It is better to carefully study the mysteries of the power of life and death, get rid of the shackles, and live for ourselves!"

It seems that there is nowhere to complain about his heart every day, and when he meets Xiang Yan, the ghost old man wants to vomit everything.

Xiang Yan sneered, "Old Bangzi, it's a pity that you don't have much to live, and you can't see that day!"

"At a young age, I have a lot to worry about!"

The thin old man snorted lightly, and then raised the deadwood scepter again, waving a blue light, "Take care of yourself first, even if the corpse slave is a failure, it is easy to deal with you at a small blood sea level!"

The blue light entered the body, Qi He disappeared in place, Xiang Yan became nervous, he couldn't see, hear, or smell, and there was no corpse slave in his senses.

"Hoo ......"

As soon as the wind tightened in his ears, the corpse slave reached out and attacked from behind with his claw blade, Xiang Yan quickly turned to the right side and shouted, "No matter how strong it is, it's just a flesh shell!"

At the same time, his body half-jumped into the air, and his left leg swung in a downward spiral, like a sweeping iron bar, rolling up a fierce wind, and slamming it towards the corpse slave's head.

"Bang!"

The corpse slave did not dodge or dodge, and shook it with his left arm, making a dull loud noise.

"Sure enough, the power is several times stronger!" In mid-air, Xiang Yan was surprised.

After several previous battles, Xiang Yan was already extremely confident, at least in the Solid Origin Realm, if he only relied on the strength of his physical body, I am afraid that few people could surpass him, even if he refined the Mixed Yuan Abyss, it was difficult for the physical body to compete with him.

However, the corpse slave was as tough as an iron mountain, and Xiang Yan couldn't shake half a point when he attacked with all his strength, as if he was fighting with an ancient holy mountain, and he was powerless.

After one match, fight again!

The movements of the two sides were swift and vigorous, the strength was extraordinary, the fist wind was like thunder, the feet were like an earthquake, and the rumbling on the mountain road was much more intense than the melee on the top of the mountain.

"Bang!"

After a collision, Xiang Yan fell to the ground, and jumped up again in an instant, like an eagle skimming water, with extraordinary momentum.

"This little baby in which village and town, although the realm is not high, but it is much stronger than Yu Hao's waste!" muttered the thin old man!

Xiang Yan's whole body exuded a treasure light like a silver moon, very crystalline, holding a sword in his right hand to slash, and a bow in his left hand to draw horizontally, constantly resisting the dull punch and kick of the corpse slave, shaking the sound of whining.

Only fell together, and the two sides made quick shots, releasing at least a dozen blows.

It seems that the corpse slave has not completely lost his mind, and does not show weakness, his hands slammed into the ground, and he pulled up a boulder.

Xiang Yan saw the opportunity, the green sword slashed, and the longbow was drawn horizontally.

With a loud bang, the boulder cracked, and the corpse slave was suddenly released because of his strength, and he staggered two steps under his feet.

Xiang Yan quickly followed up and jumped up suddenly, still slashing with the green sword in his right hand, and pulling the longbow in his left hand horizontally, directly locking the chest and abdomen of the corpse slave.

"Poof!"

The already withered flesh was torn into four pieces, bringing out thick black blood and scattering in all directions.

"Boy, try your new method, the old man suddenly feels a little pity!"

The old man was like a ghost, and before the battle was over, he rode the rainbow and crossed in front of Xiang Yan, blocking the way down the mountain.

The hard-earned corpse slave was torn to pieces, but the old man did not feel the slightest distress, but showed joy, left the battle on the top of the mountain, and brandished the deadwood scepter and fell straight on the hillside.

At this time, he took off his black cloak, revealing a head full of fluffy white hair, his bony face was dull, and only his two eyes were like two clusters of blue fire, floating in the deep sunken eye sockets, indicating that he was still alive.

The body exuded a rich cold corpse aura, as if it came from hell and underworld, but it diffused out but Xiang Yan's momentum dropped sharply, like a bright fire meeting a violent wind, and only the spark was still struggling to support.

The old man's whole body was as dry as firewood, his flesh and blood were shriveled like a skin and bones, his face was wrinkled, and his whole body was hairy, as if he was a devil who had not seen the light of day for a long time.

But invisibly, there was a terrifying danger, and the twilight abyss was far away.

Xiang Yan stood in place, feeling very powerless, and a strong fear rose in his heart, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Big pit!"

Xiang Yan secretly screamed, knowing that this was the case, he should not have listened to the purging of the spirit fetus in the first place, and decisively left the place of right and wrong.

"Senior, I'm just passing by here, it has nothing to do with Hefeng Valley, and it has nothing to do with your plan to turn things around, let's say goodbye, how about it?" Xiang Yan smiled.

"It has nothing to do with you? you desperately crash into the mountain, kill my guards and servants, and want to send it away without saying a word?"

The wizened old man smiled sadly, sending chills through his skull.

"What do you want?"

"The old man is lying in the mountains, like a lonely soul wandering, twenty years of studying the art of the undead, twice evolving and transforming, and now is the time to show his might!"

The old man was impassioned, but his voice was like a ghost, and he shouted, "The old man has nothing else to ask for, but is looking for a few faithful believers, willing to give up the power of life, accept the call of the undead, and become a soul servant!"

"Then I wish the seniors to get what they wish as soon as possible!

"Boy, you've got it figured!"

The old man stretched out his dry wood-like hand, grabbed Xiang Yan, making him unable to move, and said fiercely, "If the art of the undead can evolve again, and the day when it is refined into a living soul contract, it will be the time when the heavens and the earth are reversed, and the life and death of the Fuling Subdomain will be dominated by the old man, so as to break away from the Great World of Eight Chen, and completely become a domain of his own, and at that time, the old man will be the founding ancestor!

"I'm not interested!" Xiang Yan exerted his strength, the sea of blood rushing, trying to break free from the shackles.

"Just opened up the sea of blood, with such a strong body, it is really rare in the world, I am afraid that the monk who has inspired the power of mixed yuan, if you want to compete with a pure body, you may not be able to defeat you. ”

The old man's eyes were like ghosts, constantly examining Xiang Yan's body, and the blue eyes and ghost fire suddenly flourished, "Such a once-in-a-century holy body, it's too wasteful to be a soul servant believer!"