"Poof!"

A few monks who were still alive just now turned into a few white bones in an instant, life is so fragile, in the eyes of the strong, these monks are like ants.

"Whoa!"

The monks all in the sky retreated a few hundred meters away, such a terrifying existence is still as far away as possible, no one does not cherish their lives, and it is purely impossible to get along with themselves if they are so close.

The scene was terrible, the silence of death, the lake surface that had been whirlpooled gradually returned to calm at this time, as if nothing had happened, the West Lake is so magical, the lake will not give birth to any waves.

If there is not a figure in mid-air at this time, there is no body exuding a dead breath all over the body, I am afraid that everyone is dreaming for themselves.

The eyes of the monks were all staring at the figure that was constantly exuding black death, and they all wanted to see the true face of this person. The monks who had cultivated to the highest level all opened their eyes and other similar supernatural powers, wanting to see this figure in real. But they were disappointed, and although they could see through the dead air, they could not see through the iron mask that was as black as ink. There is a special formation pattern on it, which blocks all the supernatural powers from the outside.

"It seems that it is the image he made!" The deep voice of the master of the Chen family penetrated out, although the death aura coming from that figure was shocking, but he did not have a trace of timidity, this is the supreme sect master, they have this capital, they are the masters of this world.

"Senior, is he a demon or a demon?" asked a holy son who had cultivated to transform into a dragon.

Chen Lao stared at the figure, the light in his eyes was full of brilliance, and finally slowly faded, stroked his snow-white beard, and said: "Neither human, nor demon, nor demon!"

These sons and daughters wondered, not knowing what they meant. Although they are amazingly talented, after all, they have not lived as long as these powerful people, and many things they don't know. Even Chen Jiannan and Rose showed their doubts, obviously puzzled.

"Okay, Old Chen, you can explain it to them! stop selling Guanzi!" the middle-aged woman in the Li Mansion said.

"Hehe!" Old Chen raised his head and smiled before he continued, "This is a dead corpse!

As soon as these words came out, it was like thunder on the ground, and all the monks in the sky began to talk in low voices.

Several sect master-level powerhouses all nodded, needless to say, they all had the same opinion.

"Whew......"

At this moment, the figure that they identified as a dead corpse suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared, and the wind swept away the clouds, flying sand and rocks, and smoke and dust rose everywhere, and even the perennial clouds and mist over the Chenjia Divine Island had a tendency to be dispersed.

"Hmph!" the lord of the Chen family snorted coldly, and with a slight wave of his big sleeve, a white red practice flew out to stabilize the clouds that were about to fly away.

"Who are you waiting to take him down?" said the lord of the Chen family coldly at the figure, asking the holy sons and saints in front of him.

Seeing that no one made a move, Chen Lao Cai said to himself: "A little undead creature that transforms into a dragon and five transformations is really interesting!" It seemed to be talking to himself, but he was actually talking to these holy sons and saints, telling them not to worry, it was just a dead corpse that was about the same as your cultivation.

Some of the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters who were still worried couldn't help but turn red when they heard this, and then a Holy Son stood up, saluted everyone, and said, "Seniors, let the kid come forward and take him down!"

The head of the Chen family nodded, and then he instructed: "Undead creatures should not be underestimated!" Although he gave instructions, he didn't say much, after all, this is not the descendant of his family.

This person nodded, but he didn't take it to heart, originally he was still a little worried, but when he knew that the person's cultivation was comparable to his own, there was nothing to fear. He is the strongest of the younger generation of his own sect, and he is not afraid of anyone among his peers.

After this person left the station, Jiang Qingwu asked: "Senior Chen, since this person is a dead corpse, did he appear from the Immortal Mountain Range?"

Chen Lao shook his head when he heard this, and said with a smile: "It's not, although this person is surrounded by dead qi all over his body, he is not pure dead qi, not like an undead creature that came out of the immortal mountain range!"

Everyone nodded when they heard this, and the uneasiness in their hearts was also put down, as long as it wasn't an undead creature that appeared in the undead mountain range, it would be much easier.

It is said that the Holy Son who fought was the Holy Son of a medium-sized sect not far from the Chen family, which was a sect that was attached to the Chen family, and it was precisely because of this that he was qualified to enter the Immortal Mansion.

Knowing that there was a dead corpse in front of him, he didn't say much, he directly took out a golden spear and shot sharply. The body of the gun was surrounded by golden divine patterns, like beautiful butterflies, and as soon as he made a move, he took out all his strength, wanting to take down the dead corpse in front of him with one blow.

But things didn't go the way he thought, and the figure that was defined as a dead corpse didn't stand there honestly, but the dead body shot at the same time as he struck.

I didn't see how he made a move, but a black death qi swept and knocked the Holy Son out, the golden spear body was constantly vibrating, he was busy stabilizing his body in the air, and when he looked down, he found that the tiger's mouth had been cracked by the shock.

"Why is it so powerful?" he stared at the dead body closely, not seeing how the other party made a move. While secretly frightened, he looked around at the monks who were staring at the field, and said in his heart: "You can't lose!

It is not too much to say that it is the face of all the people in the world, after all, the monks who play in the West Lake come from all over the world, and there are monks in every place. If you lose, everyone will know about it in less than a day.

Without thinking too much, the Holy Son roared, and with all his might, he held the golden spear tightly with both hands, and stabbed at the corpse in front of him.

The golden light crossed the sky, as if piercing countless spaces, and the spaces were shattered one after another, like rubble.

"Poof!"

A blood flower flew up and bloomed in mid-air, bewitching and beautiful.

The battle in the air stopped, and the golden light was still in the sky, but the vitality in the gunman's eyes continued to pass, and finally it was completely dim, and there was no light. When he died, he didn't know how the dead body did it.

"Poof!" a white corpse fell from the sky into the lake, stirring up a white wave, but before it could bloom, it regained its calm.

A generation of strong men died like this, silently, without a trace of resistance.

"This ...... This ......" The monks in the air stepped back again in fear, far enough away but still not feeling safe.

The Holy Son and the Holy Maiden were also shocked, the dead Holy Son didn't know how he died, but they could see it clearly when they stood outside the scene.

At the moment of the shot, a long sword made of dead gas had already pierced the Holy Son from behind, sucking the flesh and blood.

"Whoa......" I don't know why, after this dead body devoured a holy son, it suddenly let out a cry of anger, and the dead qi all over its body began to retreat, and finally disappeared completely. However, the icy chill was even stronger, as if standing naked in front of the thousand-year-old Xuan Bing, biting cold.

After the dead air faded, a figure dressed in purple and wearing a black iron mask appeared in midair. His eyes were hollow, without a trace of brilliance, like a dead corpse that had been silent for an unknown amount of time.

"Weiyang!" Suddenly, in the crowd, a voice like a silver bell came out, but then disappeared again. It's just that the person who made the sound reappeared in a different place, and it was none other than Hua Xian'er.

At the moment when Weiyang and Zhou Shentong jumped into the West Lake, Hua Xian'er also jumped in. She didn't meet Zhou Shentong in the Immortal Mansion, and she was still wondering why she hadn't seen Weiyang, but at this time she finally knew. It was precisely because of this that she couldn't help but scream when she saw Weiyang, but then she thought of Weiyang's current situation and was busy hiding.

However, this sound caused a great sensation, and many people were talking and whispering. "This is Weiyang, I disappeared for so long, I didn't expect to become a dead corpse!"

"Could it be that he was hunted by someone? after all, whoever kills him will have a chance to obtain the inheritance of the divine throne!"

"I really don't know who has such a great ability to hunt him down, you must know that people all over the world are looking for him, but who would have thought that he has become a dead corpse!"

......

Just when all the monks were talking in a low voice, Jiang Qingwu frowned slightly, staring at Weiyang, who exuded a cold and dead aura in the field, and his heart was shocked, and he didn't know what kind of emotion it was, but he said secretly: "It turned out to be him......"

Chen Jiannan didn't show too much look, just stared at Weiyang in the field indifferently, and didn't mean to make a move.

It was Xue Luo, the holy daughter of the Snow Plains Holy Sect, who contained hatred in her eyes at this time, and the blood light flashed in her eyes, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she sneered a few times, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

When the other holy sons and saints heard that this dead corpse was Weiyang, their hearts were shaken a lot, and I wonder who in the world does not want to become a god! I am afraid that no one will be unwilling, and no one will give up a god position that he has in hand. It's just that at this time, they all thought that Weiyang was dead, so they didn't step forward immediately. They were all secretly wondering who had killed this person.

Hua Xian'er, who was hidden among the monks, felt the powerful killing intent emanating from the monks in the sky, and her heart beat a drum, knowing that her voice was causing great trouble to Weiyang, so she could only pray to the heavens in a hurry, and flew towards the residence of the red sleeves, wanting to find help.

Xueluo, the Holy Maiden of the Snow Field, took in the expressions of all the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens, sneered in her heart, and then said with a spring breeze: "In the opinion of the little woman, this person must not be dead. Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill a powerful Saint Son-level figure!"

Everyone's eyes were hot when they heard this, but they didn't say anything, they just lowered their heads and thought.

Jiang Qingwu glanced at Xueluo in surprise, and immediately understood what she wanted to do. But she didn't say anything to stop it, and she also wanted to know what kind of state Weiyang was in now.

The head of the Jiang family and the other powerhouses at the sect master level all opened their heavenly eyes and stared at Weiyang in the field, wanting to see him thoroughly.

At this time, it was the old man Chen who opened his mouth and said: "Yes, it was an old man's misjudgment just now, this person still has a trace of life breath in his body, and he has never really died!"

As soon as these words came out, a strong impact broke out in the crowd, and everyone was in high spirits and wanted to make a move, after all, it was the hope of a god to become a god.