Chapter 700: The Heavenly Corpse of the Corpse Collector

Although the mountain villa is very harsh in choosing the helmsman in various places, it is not the case with the choice of the heavenly corpse, as long as the fist is harder than others, it can be the heavenly corpse.

On this day, the warm breeze was warm, the gongs and drums of the Seven Peerless Mountains were noisy, and the shouts and cheers were endless, Li Yiheng stood under the Dragon Fighting Platform of the Seven Peerless Mountains, watching the two men on the stage fight in the dark, but there was no order. There are no rules, as long as you can bring down your opponent or bleed, you may become one of the four heavenly corpses.

Li Yiheng also participated in the selection, and he also wanted to be above everyone.

In the first game, he fought with a southern mantis boxing master, the two stood on the stage, no one recognized Li Yiheng, but that person's reputation was resounding in the villa, the man put on a good posture, and before Li Yiheng was ready, he suddenly shouted, and his fists hit Li Yiheng like the wind.

Li Yiheng saw that the man's fist attacked, stood in place and did not move, he ate a few punches from the man, the nosebleed for a long time, and staggered back a few steps, the man saw that Li Yiheng couldn't help but fight like this, so he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, raised his right hand, two fingers long, like an arrow from Xuan, with the sound of the wind, he was about to blind his eyes, Li Yiheng gritted his teeth, and saw that the person's face was smashed straight fist.

The Southern Sect Sect Sect Master did not scream in vain, he reacted extremely quickly, and he reached out to catch the punch that Li Yiheng hit in the air, but the moment he touched Li Yiheng's fist, he suddenly screamed miserably, and watched his arm break backwards.

The man was punched in the face by Li Yiheng, and flew upside down and crashed into the crowd under the stage, everyone exclaimed, all secretly frightened, and saw that this person was punched by Li Yiheng beyond recognition, and the front face was already attached to the back of the head.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, Li Yiheng has played eight games, today is the ninth and last game, if this battle wins, it will be a heavenly corpse, but this battle is also dangerous, the mountain villa hides the dragon and crouching tiger, I don't know what means the next opponent will use.

The drum beat four times, Li Yiheng slowly walked up to the dragon fighting platform, this time he fought against the Shaanxi helmsman 'crockpot Zhang', I heard that this person started by robbing tombs, through yin and yang, and is the best in the art of descending corpses and controlling ghosts. After a few games, none of the opponents could walk off the dragon platform alive.

"It's just brute force, if you regret it now...... crockpot said to Li Yiheng with a smile.

Li Yiheng smiled, arched his hand and said, "I hope that Master Zhang Duoduo will ...... more."

Before he could finish speaking, the crockpot Zhang suddenly shouted, a spirit rune appeared in his hand, raised his hand and threw it into the air, the spirit rune floated in the air and slowly fell, and slowly burned.

"Open!" crockpot Zhang shouted.

When the wind blew fiercely, the sky was cloudy as if it was boiling, surging endlessly. There seemed to be thousands of horses galloping around, and the sound of shouting and killing made everyone cover their ears and keep retreating.

Li Yiheng knew that this was the Yin soldier he moved, and his heart was cold, he didn't expect that this seemingly inconspicuous character could also move the Yin soldier.

The yin wind was mixed with the sound of the howling of the ghosts, and it instantly covered the killing in front of Li Yiheng, although everyone could not see the rampant evil ghosts, but every shock of the surrounding air made people tremble.

The green bricks on the stage seemed to have been trampled by ten thousand horses, falling down one by one, and the flags on both sides were swept away by the wind, and they were suddenly torn into rags.

Li Yiheng snorted, and hurriedly covered his cloak to protect his body, but he was still churned by an invisible forceful shock, and almost didn't fall off the stage.

Before Li Yiheng came to his senses, a sound of gold and iron had already sounded in our ears, Li Yiheng no longer kept his hands this time, forcing out his ferocity, he had detained no less than 100 unjust souls during this time, he wanted to try whether the five ghosts he had compiled could fight the tens of millions of Yin soldiers he invited.

He unfolded his cloak, and already felt the cool tip of the knife touch his forehead, he let out a loud shout, and threw a punch in the air, only to hear a roar that resounded through the air, and the whistling yin wind actually blew back.

The crockpot opened his eyes, took a few steps back, gritted his teeth fiercely, and threw a spirit rune into the air, and the sky lightning struck the spirit rune mountain, and the fallen leaves blew, and everyone hurriedly covered their eyes with their hands.

Li Yiheng also roared, his hands waved sharply to both sides, and suddenly a whirlwind rolled up from behind him, and countless wronged evil spirits cried and pounced on the crockpot, and the crockpot was shocked after looking at it, and the yin soldiers he urged also came instantly, and the two winds were constantly whistling on the dragon fighting platform, and the crying and screaming were endless.

Everyone in the audience had never seen such a duel, some watched with their mouths wide open, and some had already been eroded by this yin qi.

I could only hear the roar of the wind around me, no one dared to take a step forward, and the two evil winds rolled up the sand and dust on the ground, gradually burying the figures of the two, but the sound of gold and iron and the fierce aura that rushed to the sky when countless resentful spirits fought miserably, only increased.

Li Yiheng was in the center of the wind, and he could feel the iron hooves of the Yin soldiers stepping on the resentful spirit, spitting bursts of black gas from his mouth, wielding spears, and picking up and down thorns.

And the resentful spirits with the huge disparity are angry, and when they move, the resentment instantly crushes the Yin soldiers around them, or suddenly appears in front of the Yin horses, tearing apart the fierce black horses in an instant and turning them into gray smoke.

Both sides were defeated in the brawl, but Li Yiheng suddenly laughed wildly, although the number of resentful spirits was inferior to the number of Yin soldiers invited by Clay Jar Zhang, but when it came to the art of controlling ghosts, Li Yiheng was considered an ancestor.

Shamanism itself is a sect that is good at communicating with yin spirits, and the essence of this is recorded in "Waving the Sky Shaman", if ordinary people may not be able to comprehend too deep realm, but Li Yiheng has studied this way since he was a child, and it is not in vain to say that he is a ghost.

Suddenly, a whirlwind and angry dragon blew to the center of the Doulong Terrace, and the huge venue seemed to be unable to accommodate the two of them to fight for life and death.

"Puff"

The wooden bench that was swept into the air by the wind suddenly fell, and the scattered sand and dust gradually dispersed, and there was no miserable howl, and there was no murderous aura that made people feel terrified when the Yin soldiers violated the realm.

A gust of wind blew, and a few dead leaves were rolled and rolled, and everyone shook their heads, swept away the dust above their heads with their hands, and squinted at the stage.

But seeing a mess on the dragon fighting platform, the corners of Li Yiheng's mouth were slightly raised, looking at the stump of the crockpot, great excitement occupied his heart, he looked down on everyone sideways, everyone was shocked and frightened, and looked at Li Yiheng who looked like a demon with his mouth wide open.

Although the mountain villa has been able to come and go for thousands of years, he has never had a god-killing form like him, and he lost three points before he could make a move.

The person in charge at the front of the dragon fighting platform got up from the ground, shook the dust off his body, grinned, supported his waist with one hand, and held a drumstick in the other.

"Boom", the broken cowhide drum made a low sound.

The man snorted and glanced at Li Yiheng on the stage, and shouted loudly: "Jiangsu helmsman Li Yiheng is the new Nandao Heavenly Corpse!"

"The four heavenly corpses are in place, the eight sides are majestic, the sixteen gods and ghosts bow their heads, and the thirty-two zhang Hongni paves the way!"

After hearing this, everyone came to their senses, and they all lowered their bodies and clasped their fists and shouted: "Mighty!"

The drums in the back were ringing, the red carpet was paved, Li Yiheng stepped on the red carpet and slowly walked down the dragon platform, just when the three-legged cat knife was waved, he was secretly vowing to be a wicked person.

Although Lao Jiu, Impermanence, and Lidi Tianjun are all good hands in ten thousand, they can endure him, and when they can't bear it, they secretly grit their teeth and have to endure it, because they all know that this person is not only hot-handed, but also ruthless.

Li Yiheng didn't know that after a few years of spring and autumn in the Seven Peerless Mountains, he taught the strange Gu 'Silver Cricket' to the people in the village, not for the peach and plum world, all those who learned this technique had to catch a hundred living people for him to practice.

In the long run, not only did everyone not complain when they saw him sucking corpses and gathering blood, but there were countless people who joined this list, and he also got a nickname - Ghoul.

Twenty years have passed in a blink of an eye, the Seven Peerless Mountains are still like spring all year round, Li Yiheng has not forgotten the method of immortality recorded in "Waving the Sky Shaman", he returned to Ula and found the second-rate son of Wuli River - Zhao Dahu, he looks at the roe deer head mouse eyes in this life, and the black gas on his head must be a treacherous and greedy person.

He changed Zhao Dahu's name, and let him swallow a 'silver cricket' alive, helped him capture the living, and asked him to splash the released blood into the gunner's ditch, so that the green dragon drank blood and became fierce.

Li Yiheng didn't want to go back to the Seven Peerless Mountains, so he opened on the spot, set up his own door, and recruited many disciples in the name of worshipping the Blood Sect and his iron fist, while investigating the whereabouts of the Star God, and hunting and killing the living to cultivate.

However, he didn't know that the spring breeze of reform had blown all over the ground, and he had never seen the kid in the South China Sea painting circle.

Several times he went to Beijing to find Shui Ruohan to take revenge, but he didn't find Shui Ruohan's figure, he angrily opened the Nine Dragons Corpse Array he had laid out, but it was just opened, and it was uprooted by the fourth uncle before it took shape.

This completely annoyed him, he stared at the fourth uncle, and accidentally found that the child next to the person had a faint image of a white tiger, this discovery inspired his ferocity, he struggled to find the four spirits for a few years, but he only got the green dragon, and the 'Xuanwu rhinoceros' that could lead to Xuanwu.

He followed the fourth uncle all the way to a few of us, in order to get the white tiger, all the way unscrupulous, until the fourth uncle waved his sword to kill himself, Suzaku appeared, he suddenly realized, the fourth uncle is Suzaku, he jumped into the river, rescued the fourth uncle.

But the fourth uncle's stubborn temper actually reminded him of his father again.

He lived for a hundred years, and when he was lonely in his heart, he could not find a better way out but to kill people. But that night, after saving the fourth uncle, he chatted with the fourth uncle in a dark way.

But the fourth uncle was disdainful, watching him pour out a handful of snot and tears, which could not wash away his sins.

Although Li Yiheng's fate is tragic, but all the things he has done make me unable to let go, I don't have such a big belly, and I can't measure him like the Buddha, Xueru's sad cry seems to be still lingering in my ears......

"The old man knows that he is guilty, how can he make people by providence, the moment the dragon slaying seal is broken, he suddenly woke up, and ...... late" Li Yiheng lamented.