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At this time, Ning Ming had already climbed to the end, the wide stone path was close in front of him, but he was getting weaker and weaker, his hands and feet were almost unconscious, if he hadn't completed the hook of his fingers and moved forward a little bit, I am afraid he would have stopped and could not move......

However, the fingers had become bloody and blurred as they crawled, and the nails had been worn off.

The Yin Qi was like a sharp knife, piercing Ning Ming's body, and then coming out, and when more Yin Qi came out, Ning Ming's limbs also began to fester......

It was not so much a man as a rotting earthworm wriggling on the ground, and with every movement it would bring a heart-wrenching pain, and his almost frozen thoughts were filled with hatred that had never been stronger.

At the same time, he was terrified, knowing that he was going to die.

The flesh and blood were detached from the body and stranded in the stone path, and the distance seemed like the end of the world at this time.

By the time the flesh on his face had rotted away, he had forgotten everything, he only remembered that he was going to climb out, although he didn't know who could save him if he crawled out in his current state.

But the idea of life never dies.

Even if he is completely unconscious, only the walking dead remain, but the idea of life is still strong.

Black gas continued to emerge from the cracks in his rotting flesh, as well as from his injured left eye, and the black gas burned around him like black flames.

A faint voice came from the corner of his mouth: "Save me...... Save me......" is like a gossamer, intermittent.

This sound continued for a long time, until a behemoth appeared in front of him, it was the Yin Dragon Long Horn, and after wandering around the second floor of the corpse tower for so long, it reappeared, but this time, it did not carry the domineering arrogance of killing everything.

The black figure in the corner disc reappeared, his body hunched up, his back trembling slightly after a weak breath.

"Can you not die? Hard life is also a talent, so this kid is very talented!"

He slowly stood up from the corner plate, and at the same time, Changjiao lowered his head to let the old man walk down, he paced with staggering steps, walked in front of Ning Ming, and took out a small flag from his cuff.

As soon as the small flag waved in the air, the black qi in Ning Ming's body burst out from his mouth and nose, gathering towards the small flag, and the black qi was completely absorbed in an instant.

"There is no good piece of flesh on the body...... the old man turned Ning Ming over.

"If he inherits the evil pupil, I am afraid that he can return to the Tibetan Sect, old man, I have guarded this dead mountain for three hundred years!

After finishing speaking, he patted the storage bag, and a coffin flew out directly, and after putting Ning Ming in it, he covered the coffin board, and the long horns coiled up the old man and the coffin and climbed towards the bottom of the corpse tower.

About a moment later, the long horn came to a dark cave, there was a huge stone plate in the center of the cave, the stone plate was engraved with a star array that seemed to be like three walls and twenty-eight nights, the old man dropped a drop of blood on the star array, the star array suddenly rotated, like the galaxy running, and the more and more rapid the rotation, and finally turned into a gray whirlpool.

The horn plunged straight into the black vortex, and in the blink of an eye, it was in a huge stone chamber.

The walls of the chamber were hollowed out and divided into thousands of stone lattices, and in each compartment sat a shriveled and black corpse, the eye sockets of which were empty, and all the eyes had been pulled out.

Thousands of corpses sat in the stone grid, quite large-scale, and it was shocking to see them at a glance.

Longhorn placed the coffin in the center of the stone chamber and left with the old man.

"This kid is still blind in one eye, it seems to be providence, so it's okay, he just inherits an evil pupil!"

The old man muttered, and the horns kept letting out a sobbing howl.

The two walked for several days, and finally came to the bottom of a staircase suspended above the dark abyss, which had more than a thousand steps, all of which were made of intertwined corpses.

It can be said that this is clearly a mountain of corpses hanging in the air.

And above this abyss, there are nine such mountains of corpses hanging in the air.

It's just that at the top of this mountain of corpses, a black flame is burning, and there is a human eye in the center.

That's the Evil Pupil, the Pupil of Shura!

The old man stepped up the staircase made of the corpses of the man, and crept cautiously to the top, walking very slowly, as if he were afraid of alarming something.

When he came to the top of the Corpse Mountain, he suddenly knelt down, formed a complex seal on his chest, and said: "Disciple Liuchou, thousands of years ago, they were sealed together in the Corpse Pagoda Mountain, and now the seal has been opened, and the disciple has grafted the last Shura Pupil onto the body of the inheritor. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud rumble in the abyss, and then black qi continued to rise from it, and finally gathered above the old man's head.

There was a humanoid silhouette in the middle of the black cloud, its face was hideous, and as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air became very solemn!

"Six ugly! The first eight eyes failed to open the seal of the Returning to the Tibetan Realm, if it doesn't work this time, I will definitely want you to scatter your soul!"

"Ancestor, if you don't sacrifice this eye, it will be even more hopeless, five of the first eight people have not unlocked the seal of the seal, the other two have died before the foundation has been built, and one person is uncertain about his life and death, and his traces are lost. However, this person has a strong desire for business, and if he is guided a little, he has great hope!"

After hearing this, the smoke figure suddenly dissipated, but the beast-like voice still echoed in the abyss: "As long as you can succeed and reopen the Tibetan Sect, the old man will see the light of day again!"

When the voice dissipated, the eyes wrapped in black flames slowly fell, and finally fell into the old man's hands.

The old man cautiously walked down the stone steps and came to Ning Ming's coffin.

Long Horn pushed the coffin board away with his tail, and the old man directly gouged out Ning Ming's blinded left eye, and then put the Shura Pupil, which was still filled with black flames, into the blood-soaked eye sockets.

"Live or die, it's up to you!"

At this time, Ning Ming's chest with thick blood was constantly rising and falling, and after Shura's pupil was put into his eye socket, his chest rose and fell more rapidly, if his face still had flesh and skin, he could see that he would show a hideous expression, as if he was afraid of something.

The coffin was covered again, and it was dark in front of it.

He felt like he had lost his body, and it didn't matter what position he was in, but he could still see, and he could see some strange images with the replaced left eye.

In the picture, a girl in a long red dress resembling a brocade flower is holding a short knife and slowly gouging out her eyes. There were tens of thousands of such people beside her, one by one holding short knives, slashing at her eyes without hesitation.

Blood flowed everywhere, and they held the round eyes with dirty blood in their hands, and looked up at the sky with empty eye sockets, and there were no cries of pain, only silent prayers.

They are the natives of the Tibetan realm, the last sacrifices of Shura, and for the rebirth of the ancestors of Shura, they are willing to give up the light of their lives to refine the pupils of Shura!

Ten thousand pairs of naked eyes can refine one Shura Pupil, and in this barbaric land, a total of nine Shura Pupils have been refined, and the inheritance of the last one was given to Ning Ming.

......

Time passed, and a month later, Yu Budu and Kuang Changxiu finally reached the last layer of the corpse tower, and there was no danger on the way.

To their disappointment, though, there was no final layer of the Corpse Tower.

The last layer is just a bottomless abyss, and above this bottomless abyss, there are nine corpse mountains, which were originally the corpse mountains where the pupils of Shura were placed.

However, on the mountain of corpses, there are indeed countless Yin treasures. Among them are the three corpses, and the thick yin qi in them makes Yu Budu greedy.

He even thought that if he could directly open the Ding Sacrifice and refine here and melt tens of thousands of corpses, the corpse pill that was refined would itself be a treasure!

However, this place is extremely dangerous, and his cultivation is too low, it is already difficult to smelt a hundred corpses, and it is even more impossible to smelt ten thousand.

The two of them each walked towards a mountain of corpses, after Yu Budu picked up the three corpse tripods, he groaned in his heart for a long time, according to what he thought in his heart, such a treasure, he must need a fresh human corpse to transport, otherwise how to bring it back to Tianding Peak?

At this time, he looked at Kuang Changxiu.

Kuang Chang corrected a long sword from the corpse, the long sword was rusty, but several blood stains on it indicated that it was a sword after the corpse was refined.

He laughed and said, "After all the dangers, I finally got what I wanted!" He kept his hands in his hand, quickly rummaging through the corpse mountain, and kept putting the long sword he found into the storage bag.

Yu Budu slapped the storage bag, and eight human skulls flew out of it, and the center of each human head was filled with black gas.

As soon as the human skull came out, he smiled evilly, and with a movement of his fingers, eight skulls rushed towards Kuang Changxiu in an instant.

The speed of that person's skull was very fast, and after Kuang Changxiu had just reacted, he had already flown to his side, and then exploded from the eight human skulls in an instant, blasting out countless grains of black stone sand and scattering in all directions.

"You're really sinister!" Kuang Changxiu moved his fingers, and instantly turned into two strange symbols in the air, which shone with golden light and instantly became larger, blocking the black sand like a drizzle.

Yu Budu sneered, and after opening his mouth, a cloud of smoke floated out and hung in the middle of his eyebrows.

He stepped on the sword under his feet, held several ghost nails in the palm of his hand, and flew towards the corpse mountain where Kuang Changxiu was.

Kuang Changxiu hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, with a flip of his palm, a pill wrapped in rune paper appeared in his hand, and he threw the pill into the air, instantly bursting out of a cloud of yellow mist.

Two flying swords burst out of the fog and stabbed at Yu Budu.

"Carving insect skills!" Yu Budu waited for the flying sword to strike, and in an instant, his body moved, and his body actually drilled directly into the smoke between the eyebrows, easily dodging the two flying swords.

Before a breath passed, it came out of it again.

"What kind of escape technique is this?" Kuang Changxiu was surprised in his heart, obviously very jealous of the smoke between Yu Budu's eyebrows.

He didn't know that there was a small silver needle in the smoke, which was also in the Five Elements Retreat Technique.

The small needle is a treasure handed down by his master, known as a ghostly thorn, very powerful, plus he has been practicing this thing for several years, and he has full confidence that he will not worship in the hands of people of the same level, so he dares to have no fear and do it directly.

When Yu Budu's body appeared, ten ghost nails flew out of his hand, Kuang Changxiu dodged it, several flying swords came out again, and at the same time, a black stone lotus spit out of his mouth.

He stepped on the stone lotus and quickly fled towards the abyss.

That stone lotus was originally a magic weapon for flying, and its speed increased greatly at this time.

Yu Budu drove the flying sword to follow behind, and at the same time, ghost nails were constantly thrown from his hand.

Kuang Changxiu scolded in his heart: "Grandma's! Sure enough, the corpse refining person doesn't have a good thing, if Lao Tzu hadn't used a lot of treasures in the hanging coffin, he would have fought with you at this time!"

The two chased one after the other for an hour, and after the distance was shortened, Yu Budu said behind him: "Kuang Chang cultivator, you can't run away!"

As soon as he spoke, the thorn burst out of the smoke and turned into a black line in the dark abyss.

Kuang Changxiu heard this and scolded: "You shameless dog, it's not easy for Lao Tzu to come here with you all the way, you actually did it directly without saying a word!"

Kuang Changxiu shook his head while scolding, obviously despising Yu Budu's approach, but he didn't know that death was coming.

The reason why Yu Budu attacked with the Phantom Thorn here was obviously to rely on this dark environment so that the other party could not quickly perceive the existence of the Phantom Thorn.

Kuang Changxiu still scolded again, he had been chased by the Zhuji monk before, and he also scolded while fleeing, and even gave up the pursuit directly after the Zhuji monk scolded him, and turned to leave.

However, Yu Budu didn't eat this set, and when the thorn flew out, his body moved and entered the thorn.

With his current cultivation, he can only maintain a maximum of two breaths by using the Golden Escape Technique, otherwise the aura in his body will be quickly consumed, and after five breaths, all the aura will be consumed.

At that moment, Kuang Changxiu suddenly noticed that the aura of jade Budu behind him disappeared, and his body was stunned, but when he looked back, it was black.

"What about people?"

As soon as the words fell, Yu Budu suddenly appeared five zhang away from him, and when Yu Budu appeared, a ghost nail had already flown out of his fingers.

"It's really insidious and cunning!"

The ghost nail directly pierced Kuang Changxiu's shoulder, and he almost fell to the side of his body.

When the ghost nail passed through, there was a burst of cool air emanating from it...... It was poisonous! The wound hurt, like tens of thousands of ants devouring flesh and blood.

The pain caused the aura in his body to be disordered, and Shi Lian directly detached from the soles of his feet and fell towards the abyss.

Yu Budu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a movement of his fingers, the ghost thorn stabbed in a circle towards Kuang Changxiu's head.