"We met once in the cemetery. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" On the distant mountain, the gaze of the golden light figure condensed on Mo Mingming's body, and a clear divine thought fluctuated in his ears, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.

When Mo Ming heard this, he was extremely surprised, he never expected that the mysterious powerhouse who was hurriedly glimpsing in the cemetery would actually find him, hoping that he would be able to face the true disciple of the Corpse God Dao.

"Among so many monks present, my strength is insignificant, why did you want to find me? The Corpse God Dao is the oldest Dao system in the Fangwai cultivation world, and its strength is unfathomable, and it is impossible for me to be their opponent now. "Mo Mingzhi is very calm and has not lost his mind because of hatred.

"The martial artist's qi and blood are yang to the strong, nothing can be burned, and it has a huge lethality to the netherworld, not to mention that you are in the extreme realm, which is an ethereal power, which is invasive and invincible, and it is the legendary holy power of evil spirit. The golden light figure's eyes were calm, and a little starlight appeared in his eyes, like stars dotting the universe, full of ethereal wisdom light.

"I can't promise you. Sooner or later, one day I will kill all the corpse gods, but not now. I am self-aware, I know that I am not that strong, and I cannot die on the spur of the moment. Listening to the words of the golden light figure, Mo Mingming was shocked to the extreme, as if all secrets had been exposed in front of him, but in the end he still refused this request without hesitation.

As soon as these words came out, the golden figure suddenly fell silent, as if giving up.

However, half a moment later, the divine thoughts of the golden light figure fluctuated and slowly spread into Mo Mingming's heart, and in an instant, thousands of huge waves were stirred.

"As long as you can make the Corpse God Dao lose face, this palace promises to give you a chance to leave all the people present in the Corpse God Dao and the three ancient corpse kings sleeping in the depths of the earth here forever......" The voice was ethereal, but it exuded an unquestionable will, with a kind of noble majesty.

At this moment, Mo Mingming's heart fluctuated, and he faintly guessed something, and his heart seemed extremely excited, and he couldn't calm down at all.

"Why don't you dare to fight, this young man, are you afraid?!" the young monk said again, his eyes lit up.

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, and in an instant, it ignited the fire of hatred in Mo Mingzhi's heart, he couldn't wait to kill the corpse god path cleanly, a negative emotion that was desperate to the depths of his soul overwhelmed him, there was a kind of pain like ten thousand ants devouring the heart, although he didn't have enough strength to destroy the corpse god dao now, but it was still possible to kill a few of their disciples with a bad breath.

"As you wish!" Mo Mingming said expressionlessly, striding towards the arena.

Everywhere he went, the person in front of him retreated quickly like a tide, and it didn't stop him, because at this moment, Mo Mingzhi seemed to have just come out of the hell abyss, and his body was surging with a cold and piercing aura, which was almost like condensing into substance, and the murderous aura made people's souls tremble.

Seeing this, the people who were watching were puzzled, and they didn't understand why this young man hated the Corpse God Dao so much, looking like a deep hatred in the sea of blood, seeing the golden divine fire burning on his body and the black mist swirling, many people were shocked, and there was an indescribable feeling of fear in them.

Mo Mingming was on the way to the field, his face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and the cold killing intent rushed towards him, making everyone's hearts tremble involuntarily.

At this moment, Mo Mingming's heart was filled with endless bloodlust, and there was no room for anything else, only a voice shouted in his heart, kill, kill, kill......

The corners of the young monk's mouth curled slightly, revealing a hint of mockery, and said, "I didn't expect you to really fight, it's me who underestimated you, it seems that this battle has become interesting." ”

Mo Mingming didn't take the young monk in his eyes at all, and said expressionlessly: "Don't talk nonsense, say your name, I won't kill the nameless!"

When the young monk heard this, his face was as gloomy as water, as if he was about to drip out of a dark cloud, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a calm aura burst out in an instant, and the yin wind gusted, as if it was blowing out of hell.

"Hehe, Du Si, the true disciple of the Corpse God Dao. After that, his eyes were filled with endless chill, and the killing intent was piercing.

Du Si is a gifted true disciple in the Corpse God Dao, although his cultivation is far inferior to other true disciples, but the talent of the corpse is unique among the masters.

He was able to control a different number of ancient corpses at the same time, and when he drove these ancient corpses to fight, he was as if he were an incarnation outside his body, and he had great power.

"Oh, true disciple of the Corpse God Dao, Du Si, then suffer death!" Mo Mingzhi had only one thought in his heart, and that was to kill him.

"Hey, hey......" Du Si showed a grim smile and said, "It's so big, I'm going to let you know what it's like to be desperate!"

Mo Mingming had already sensed the true strength of the other party, although he was a true disciple of the Corpse God Dao, but his strength was not as strong as he imagined, it was not difficult to kill this person, he said coldly: "What do you have to be proud of, a bed bug like you, I can slap a dozen of them to death!

When the people who were watching heard this, they were extremely surprised, they didn't expect this mysterious young man to be so arrogant, and he didn't take the true disciple of the Corpse God Dao in his eyes at all.

However, this has also aroused a lot of interest, and perhaps the next battle may not be expected to be one-sided, and there may be variables.

Du Si didn't say a word, the breath of death surged on his body, the light flashed in his hand, and a copper bell appeared, and a "dang" sound sounded out, as piercing as a magic scream.

"Woo ......"

A terrible roar came from the ground, making people feel creepy, the cold hairs all over the body stood upside down, and the earth silently cracked a crack.

A bloodstained ancient corpse seemed to have just woken up, and two green and faint eyes shot out from the withered hair that covered the face, making people dare not look directly, and a harsh magic sound came out of the mouth, and the cloak was scattered, and the appearance could not be seen clearly, and a clear breath of death permeated, and the yin wind was howling, like a netherworld underworld.

This ancient corpse was skinny, and his whole body was wrapped in a layer of shriveled old skin, and he howled ghosts, his voice was extremely poignant, and he quickly rushed towards Mo Mingming.

Many of the monks who watched the battle were amazed when they saw this scene, was this really a dead corpse? )