"Corpse Warrior?"

Cui Hao's complexion changed slightly, and the scimitar in his hand appeared, swinging out a crescent sword qi, shaking away the black gas.

The black qi did not disappear immediately, it was wrapped around the scimitar, spreading downward, like the devil's arm, and it looked very strange.

In a flash of brilliance, Cui Hao turned around some true yuan before he expelled those black gases from the scimitar.

Looking up, above a black cloud, a young man with a dark complexion held a long whip in his hand, a lifeless look.

But the eyes of his eyes were unusually sharp, and when he kicked towards Cui Hao, he felt an incomparable edge.

"Where did the corpse clan warrior come out, at a young age, he actually had the cultivation of a peak half-saint. ”

Cui Hao thought in surprise in his heart.

Xiao Chen, who rushed over, grabbed it casually, and held the flame crystal that had been split out in his hand, and the blood-colored flames disappeared.

A blood-colored spar the size of a glass bead with a dull color appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed.

Looking at the color and size, you can guess that this flame spar is obviously defective.

Glancing at Cui Hao and the mysterious corpse warrior who were facing each other, Xiao Chen's eyes wandered and looked at the flame crystal that continued to gallop.

With more than a dozen flame crystals, you can always find a medium-high quality existence.

On the throne, Wang Yan smiled coldly, jumped into the air, flickered, and rode the thick dark clouds to the front of the large group of flame crystals.

The long whip in his hand swept out, and a violent wind swept in, completely disrupting the flight trajectory of a dozen flame crystals.

Then the long whip was another roll, and three or four flame crystals were taken into his hands, looking at Cui Hao who was chasing, he sneered, and pointed at the air.

Two sarcophagi flashed in the void, blocking Cui Hao one after the other.

The coffin door slammed open, and the terrifying corpse qi overflowed from inside, and two hideous demon zombies, wearing heavy stone armor, pounced towards Cui Hao.

The full moon wheel in the body, suspended overhead, sprinkled with a silky curtain of light. Cui Hao held the waning moon scimitar and slashed hard at the chest of the demon stiff in front of him.

A dull voice sounded, and the knife didn't even smash the stone armor on the demon zombie's chest, leaving only a shallow mark, knocking it back ten meters.

The demon stiff behind him took the opportunity to kill him, and the five black fingers were as sharp as sharp knives, stuck in the curtain hanging down the full moon wheel.

To Cui Hao's surprise, the curtain formed by the moonlight failed to stop the attack of this demon zombie, and there was a black corpse qi on his fingertips.

The curtain seemed to be corroded, and it was easily missed by the fingers of the demon zombie, and the demon zombie laughed cruelly, and the five fingers grabbed Cui Hao's back.

At this moment, Cui Hao had just repelled the demon zombie in front of him, and he didn't have time to dodge at all, if he was caught.

The corpse qi that may contain the will to die on his fingertips will deal a fatal blow to him.

Just when he was terrified, there was a loud bang behind him, and a paw was imprinted on the top of the head of this demon zombie, and a huge force poured out, and the demon zombie was sent flying several kilometers downward.

Bang!

An interstellar meteorite roared and hit the demon zombie, and the meteorite that came rapidly fell apart and scattered into debris, but the demon zombie was not damaged at all.

The corpse was surprisingly powerful, Xiao Chen secretly said, this demon zombie was more than one grade stronger than the demon zombie refined by the Nether Sect in the Firmament Realm.

"Thank you!"

Picking up his life, Cui Hao said thank you sincerely to Xiao Chen, he was a little careless.

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, and pointed to his front, Cui Hao suddenly realized, there is still a demon zombie that has not been solved, now is not the time to say thank you.

With a slight turn of his gaze, in just such a delayed effort, more than a dozen flame crystals had already been snatched away by the genius martial artist of the corpse clan named Wang Xuan.

"No, it's not all done. ”

Xiao Chen's calm face flashed with a hint of solemnity, and when the other party's long whip was about to sweep away the last moment of the flame crystal, it was actually broken free by the flame crystal.

A bright electric light suddenly burst out from under his feet, Xiao Chen unleashed the thunder dragon step with all his might, raised his feet and jumped, and the distance of five thousand meters arrived in an instant.

As soon as he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, he held the last flame crystal in his hand, the blood flame disappeared, and a dark, delicate and blood-like spar appeared in Xiao Chen's hand.

Xiao Chen's face was overjoyed, and he said, "It's really a top-grade flame crystal, it seems that I guessed well." ”

Several disciples of Haotian Sect who rushed to the vicinity in advance, but did not dare to act rashly because of their fear of Wang Yan, saw this scene, and undoubtedly did not seem quite envious.

"Look for death!"

Wang Yan was furious, the value of a high-grade flame crystal was more valuable than the flame crystals he harvested combined.

The long whip was extended indefinitely, like a furious black viper, slashing towards Xiao Chen.

Holding the flame crystal in his left hand, Xiao Chen raised his head slightly, looked at the black long whip that attacked, and directly reached out and firmly grasped the long whip in his hand with a move.

On the throne of death, Wang Yan saw Xiao Chen grabbing his long whip and not letting go, he couldn't help but laugh in his heart, daring to compete with the corpse clan warriors, it was really beyond his strength.

The hands that were as hard as iron pulled back violently, and they were about to pull Xiao Chen over.

But on the other end of the long whip, Wang Yan felt as if he was pulling a mountain and river, and he didn't move at all, and his face was a little ugly and strange: "Can't pull it?"

Xiao Chen sneered, and with a slight tug of his right hand back, the remnant of the throne was taken up by the air with a whoosh.

In terms of strength, blow up the other party.

The disciples of the previous True Transmission who saw this scene in the rear undoubtedly gasped, in today's Kunlun Five Clans, the Corpse Clan is notoriously strong in the flesh.

Even the demon clan, which has always boasted of being physically powerful, is slightly inferior in front of the corpse clan.

The corpse clan and the ghost clan, among the five clans of Kunlun, are fellow practitioners of the Dao of Death, but the development direction of the two is completely different.

The corpse clan studies the refining methods of various demon zombie demon corpses, refining the corpses of various powerful existences, whether it is the corpses of human gods and demons or spirit beasts, they will not let go.

He will even use this kind of practice in refining corpses to his own body, pursuing a realm of immortality and immortality, using corpses to prove the Tao and become a corpse god.

Among today's five ethnic groups, they are the least popular with other ethnic groups, and it is the same for everyone, how can a group that is always staring at the various ancestral graves of your family be reassuring.

But even under such great pressure, the number of corpse clans is not as large as that of other clans, but it has been safely existing for tens of thousands of years, and the inheritance has never been extinguished.

The ancient hundred races, many powerful races have disappeared, and in the long river of history, the corpse clan can achieve such a point, which has a lot to do with its almost perverted body refining exercises.

But it was such a physical strength, an extremely terrifying peak demi-saint of the corpse clan, who was pulled by Xiao Chen and directly brought out, how could it not be surprising.

Wang Yan's face was shocked, but he didn't expect to be taken flying by the other party in a distracted kung fu.

However, he reacted quickly and decisively let go, and took advantage of the situation to kill Xiao Chen, his eyes were cold, he was still very confident in his physical body.

Among the martial artists of his generation in close combat, absolutely no one can defeat him, and it was just careless.

But he was disappointed, not because he was careless, he lost to Xiao Chen in the physical competition.

It's that he is really inferior to Xiao Chen, in terms of physical body, Xiao Chen is now a second-order holy body, he has taken a variety of heavenly and earthly treasures, and in terms of strength, he has a terrifying power of more than two million catties.

Bang! Bang!

The two of them made three moves in a row, and finally hit each other with their fists, and as soon as Pu made contact, Wang Yan was directly bombarded by Xiao Chen and flew out.

However, Xiao Chen also felt that his fingers were slightly numb, and the other party's body seemed to have been separated from the flesh and blood, as if it was some kind of metal artifact.

Raising his eyebrows slightly, Xiao Chen said secretly, the corpse clan's body refining technique is really not to be underestimated.

Thinking like this in his heart, he didn't stop moving, he threw away the black long whip in his hand casually, and stepped on the thunder dragon step to kill this person directly.

Foreign masters, he has long wanted to appreciate it. If you have the chance, it would be a good thing to take the Throne of Death.

Wang Yan was blasted away by Xiao Chen's punch, shocked and angry, his body somersaulted, and he sat on the throne of death again.

Looking at Xiao Chen, who was chasing after him, the black mark on his eyebrows flashed, and the black clouds under the throne began to roll non-stop.

On the throne of death, there were some embarrassed kings before, but now they are like kings in the night, and the breath of decay and death permeates the air.

Facing Xiao Chen, who was chasing closely, he slapped his palm unhurriedly, and black smoke burst out from the throne. Like a tentacle, the palm wrapped around Wang Remnant spread to the palm of his hand, converging into a dead word.

Xiao Chen chased too fast, and he couldn't retreat if he wanted to, and at the moment when the word death took shape, a pair of fleshy palms greeted him with strength like a mountain torrent.

With the power of one palm, there is a strength of more than two million catties, and a hill can be exploded in front of Xiao Chen.

But Wang Remnant sat on the throne of death, but he did not move at all, but the black clouds under the throne rolled even more violently, and a will to die burst out from Wang Remnant's palm.

Xiao Chen didn't have time to unfold the Immortal Thunder Will, and the person was shocked back, and the qi and blood in his body were churning, and there was blood surging.

Above the palm, there was a black dead qi wrapping, and the vitality quickly died, slowly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In just a moment, Xiao Chen's smooth and white palm aged rapidly. Thin as wood, full of ravines, like the palm of a seventy or eighty-year-old mortal, it looks very terrifying.

That dead air is still spreading, rushing straight up.

A group of people in the distance were terrified, and the will to die was terrifying. Xiao Chen looked at his palm and frowned slightly, but he didn't worry too much.

He has even more trouble, and in the sea of knowledge, the spiritual power of the Killing Throne is wrapped in layers like a silkworm cocoon. After the other party released the will to die, a trace of cracks began to appear, and there were signs of breaking free at any time.

With a shake of his hand, the immortal thunder will turned into a thunderbolt, removing the dead qi on his arm little by little, and black smoke came out of the sound of Zizi.