Four soul pills, one hour, are a thousand-year-old white-haired zombie. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 This kind of efficiency is estimated to be astonishing when Ma Jiulong sees it! This time, Mo Wuchen was forced by Ma Jiulong to stimulate all his potential! At this rate, a hundred white-haired zombies will only consume four hundred soul pills at most, although he is tired, but it is still within his acceptable range.

Mo Wuchen secretly decided in his heart that if he left this cave this time, he would have to slaughter his hateful master fiercely, or it would be difficult to vent the hatred in his heart. He gritted his teeth and continued to refine the second white-haired stiff.

The consumption of spiritual power from refining Bai Mao Zombie is very large, even if there is a replenishment of soul pills, it is quite exhausting. If it takes an hour to refine one white hair stiff, it takes at least three hours to refine two white hair stiffs, because there is still an hour of rest in between. Even if Mo Wuchen doesn't eat, drink or sleep, he can only refine eight white-haired stiffs a day.

However, when Mo Wuchen insisted on this high-intensity work state for a day, he couldn't bear it.

So Mo Wuchen could only change his way of working, refining four white hair stiffs every day, and then setting aside six hours to sleep to ensure that he had enough energy to work the next day, and by the sixth day, he had already refined twenty-eight white hair stiffs.

At this time, the huge stone tablet on the first floor of the Soul Gathering Sect was already crowded with outer courtyard disciples.

"It's only the sixth day! This newcomer named Mo Wuchen has already completed a quarter of this Grade A task!" one was surprised.

The other said: "Rare and strange, do you know what this person is from? He is the only personal disciple of Elder Ma!"

"I see, no wonder this guy can withstand the extreme cold of the Yin Dragon Xuansha!"

"Isn't it? The task of refining the white hair stiff was issued by the sect master. In the past, this task was completed by Elder Ma himself, but now it is not impossible to hand it over to his personal disciples!"

That's a good thing...... Hey! This task is enough to have 15,000 merits! The reward is much richer than the task of capturing the ghost king of the Mulberry River!"

At this time, everyone's eyes moved to the task of capturing the Mulberry River Ghost King because of the words of the person in front of them, but to everyone's surprise, this item also showed that it had been collected!

The hall of merit is completely exploding at this time.

There are a lot of first-class tasks on this merit tablet, but there are only two tasks to reward merit of more than 10,000 in total. The first is to refine the Yin Dragon Xuansha White Hair Stiff, and the second is to capture the Sang River Ghost King.

There is a big river in the north of Luofu's habitat, called "Sanhe River", 20 years ago, this Sanhe River was occupied by a ghost who opened his mind, calling himself "Sanhe Ghost King"!

Luo Fu's habitat has always been the world of the Soul Gathering Sect, and even the ghosts dare to occupy the river as the king! This completely angered the sect master of the Soul Gathering Sect, and at that time he wanted to send an elder over to clean up this ghost king! However, many elders felt that this Sanghe ghost king's cultivation was not high, and he couldn't make any big waves, so they suggested that the task of capturing the Sanghe ghost king should be released and handed over to the disciples in the sect to complete.

However, the elders of the Soul Gathering Sect also underestimated the cunning of the Ghost King of the Sang River, and no one was able to complete this task for twenty years after it was announced! And this Ghost King had actually cultivated to the realm of the Extreme Martial King in the past twenty years. Many people have taken on this task, but no doubt they have been in vain, and many have lost their lives as a result.

Originally, those elders were about to cancel this task and send an old guy out to clean up the ghost king, but just this morning, this task was picked up by a team of five. The leader of the team is Senior Brother Han, the first person in the outer courtyard!

......

The water of the San River is orange-yellow, turbid and invisible, and some people call it "Yellow Spring".

The water of the yellow spring of the soup is flowing endlessly.

"Boom!"

Two figures suddenly flew out of the San River, their clothes not wet, but they looked embarrassed. Both of them were dressed in black, but one was wearing a black robe and an iron crown, while the other was wearing a black practice uniform, and his hair was spread out.

"Senior Brother Han, I didn't expect this ghost king's methods to emerge in an endless stream, it's really a difficult character to deal with!" said Sha Ziru as she barely stabilized her figure in the air.

Han Shengjun said with a smile: "I have expected this, after all, this ghost king has been free for so many years!

Why don't you stay in such a hurry, why don't you stay and visit my water mansion?"

The sharp voice of the Ghost King of the Mulberry River came from below the surface of the river, and it was terrifying!

Han Shengjun's face suddenly became serious, and as soon as his right hand was raised, a palm thunder slammed into the water.

"Bang!"

There was a bang, and a huge wave was set off, and purple electric light scurried in the orange-yellow waves! The green-faced and fanged ghost-faced fish were blown over the water by the thunder of the palm, and their bodies were charred black.

"Disturb my people, the sin is unforgivable! Yaksha Chief, take down these two little ones!"

The angry voice of the Ghost King of the San River came out, followed by another explosion, two huge waves rose into the sky, and a three-headed and six-armed yaksha stepped out of the waves!

"You and other disciples of the Soul Gathering Sect, you have come over three times twice to disturb the king's cultivation, I don't know what to do!" The Yaksha held an iron fork that shone with cold light, and when he spoke, his mouth showed yellow fangs, and his scarlet tongue came out: "I ate two disciples of the Soul Gathering Sect last time, and that taste ...... Gee...... It's really delicious, and the skin is tender and the meat is tender...... It's unforgettable! Looks like it's time to open meat again!"

"It's just a Yaksha, it's just the cultivation of the Extreme Martial Monarch!How dare you be so rampant!Look at me scattering the soul you beat, and you will never be able to be reborn!" Han Shengjun's eyes widened with anger, and his gaze shot straight at the Yaksha Commander like a sharp light!

"Wow yes! I'm so arrogant!" Leader Yaksha picked up the iron fork that shone with cold light, and rushed towards Han Shengjun on the huge waves, majestic and high-spirited!

"Smack!"

A long red whip was thrown out of the slanted thorn and suddenly wrapped around the iron fork of the Yaksha Lord!

Yaksha Commander Akame glanced at the long-haired shawl woman on the side: "I didn't expect that there is a little lady with such a peugeot!

After finishing speaking, his six arms pinched together on the iron fork, and suddenly slammed it upward, and the red long whip was forcibly broken free!

The Yaksha Commander was rejoicing in his victory, and at that moment, two purple palm thunderbolts smashed into the middle of his head!

"Boom...... Boom ......"

With two explosions, the head in the middle of the Yaksha Leader was instantly shattered, and the two heads on the side were also affected, and the flesh and blood of the explosion were blurred.