The land of Zhongzhou is vast, with hundreds of millions of mortals and countless countries. There is a mountain range called Tongtian, which runs through the entire Zhongzhou, endlessly, majestic and magnificent. In the northwest direction of the Tongtian Mountain Range, there is a vein, which stretches for 300,000 miles, and is called Broken Soul.

The western part of Zhongzhou has a vast area, but it is not a place where ordinary mortals can come. It is said that this Broken Soul Mountain Range is full of dangerous peaks and evil rivers, full of swamps and poisonous valleys, full of monsters and beasts, and poisons are rampant. There are thousands of mountains in the territory, and there are also many heaven and earth spiritual objects, medicinal herbs, spiritual grasses, and mineral stones. Danger and opportunity coexist, if you don't have a little strength and luck, going deep into the mountains is no different from looking for death, and you completely deserve the word broken soul.

Since ancient times, all the countries in Zhongzhou have prevailed in the practice of cultivating truth, and if the human race demon beasts are successful in cultivation, they can all achieve immortality. In the depths of the Broken Soul Mountain Range, there are many cultivation sects that are invisible to mortals, and their cultivation is divided into good and evil, immortals and demons. In such a sinister place, it should naturally be a demon sect. There are dozens of sects entrenched in the Broken Cloud Mountain Range, of different sizes, and they usually fight endlessly for some resources. It is that the Broken Cloud Mountain Range is not peaceful at any time, and if a mortal enters it, I am afraid that there will not even be any bones left.

In the depths of the mountains, there is a place where the clouds and mist cover it, faintly revealing a scene that is extremely terrifying.

I saw the towering peaks looming into the sky, all of which had been cut off from the tops of the mountains, and were filled with dense palaces and pavilions. Each mountain peak is shrouded in gray mist, and there are often inexplicable winds that surround each peak. If you look closely, there are many bones mixed in the yin wind, both human and beast, and the horror is inexplicable. If you can hear countless ghosts crying after a long time, it seems to be right behind your side, which is enough to scare the bitter gall of ordinary people.

At this time, those palaces and pavilions will find that there is no trace of beauty. Because there are mural reliefs on it, the carvings are not landscapes, flowers and birds, but countless evil ghosts and demons. It's terrifying, bloody and disgusting, it's been a long time. The evil ghosts and ghosts above seem to have come to life, twisted and deformed, and seem to break free at any time and choose people to devour.

But what really makes people feel numb is the mountain peaks, not the land, nor the forest meadows. It's a corpse, both human and animal. There were corpses everywhere, and as far as the eye could see, there was no end in sight. It was as if it had been buried by countless corpses, and it was simply a sea of corpses.

In the middle of that, there is a mountain peak, on which stands a torii gate as high as a hundred feet. Dusk and mottled, but with an incomparably cold aura. The three big characters of "Ten Thousand Corpses Sect" on it were extremely blood-red, as if they were completely written in blood. Just one glance makes people want to leave their bodies, and it is terrifying to turn into a cold corpse.

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At night, the place is even more terrifying, especially when the moonlight is not visible. Those huge and towering peaks were like ancient demonic beasts in the yin wind and mist, and a suffocating momentum filled the heavens and the earth.

At the edge of there, there was a mountain peak, much smaller than the others. On this peak, there are no pavilions, pavilions, palaces and the like, only dense bamboo houses and thatched houses, which are almost built all over the mountain. At this time, it was late at night, and those bamboo huts and grass huts seemed to be inhabited, but now there were no lights, and they should all be asleep.

However, outside a bamboo hut near the top of the mountain, there was an unexpectedly dim light. When I got closer, there was a light of light, and it was clear that a green phosphorus fire as big as a basin was floating in the air. With the light of phosphorus fire, it can clear that there is a pile of dry bones on the ground, and the phosphorus fire seems to come from this pile of dry bones. And next to the pile of dry bones, a bag of earth protruded from the ground, and a stone tablet was inserted into it.

The earthen bag turned out to be a tomb, the phosphorus fire was dim, and I couldn't know the font on the tombstone, and I don't know whose tomb it was. Right next to the tomb, under the phosphopho fire, a vague figure moved back and forth like an ape, fists and feet in unison, and the sound of guttural exhalation sounded like thunder in the middle of the night.

Time passed, and the vague figure practiced his fists and kicks for a full hour under the light of the terrible phospho fire, and his voice did not wake the others in the open space around here.

"Whew"

The figure slowly stepped out from under the shadows, as if it had just taken its fists and kicks, and his breathing was completely out of his control. His throat rolled, and he panted like an old cow about to die, beads of sweat the size of beans overflowing from the pores of his body. Sweat soaked his whole body, and he went up as if he had been fished out of water. If anyone is here and sees this scene, they are afraid that they will immediately faint in fright. Guy's face was completely unhuman, and black spots the size of copper coins covered the entire face. Coupled with the miserable green phosphorus fire above his head, it was really like seeing a terrible ghost.

"Almost"

Wu Qi spoke, his voice hoarse and ugly, but no one could hear him at this time. Muttering to himself, Wu Qi stepped aside, crossed his legs and sat directly on the ground. His back arched, and his chest and abdomen began to agitate rapidly, as if Wu Qi had a bellows hidden in his body.

"Coo-hoo"

A strange sound came from Wu Qi's body, and suddenly, Wu Ze's mouth opened. A mouthful of gray and hazy gas was suddenly spewed out, and a foul smell and cold breath suddenly filled the surroundings. The phosphorus fire above Wu Qi's head came into contact with the gas, and it suddenly shone brightly, as if he had eaten some big tonic.

The corpse qi that had accumulated in his body for months was spit out, and Wu Qi's miserable white face began to become ruddy. Still sitting on the ground and not getting up, Wu Qi's gaze fell fixedly on the grave not far away. A smile appeared on his ugly face.

"I can't imagine that this corpse qi is so powerful, old man, if you hadn't taught me this method of expelling corpse qi, I'm afraid it won't be long before I become the same walking corpse as the thousands of other miscellaneous servants on this mountain. ”

A hoarse voice spat out from Wu Qi's mouth, looking at the humble grave, Wu Qi could clear the words written on the tombstone with the help of the bright phosphorus fire.

"The Tomb of Father Wu Ze"

The words were written by Wu Qi himself, but in real terms, the grave was not his biological father. He was an orphan who was abandoned by his biological parents when he was a child because the dark spots on his face were so ugly. Reduced to the streets, begging for a living. If it weren't for Wu Ze, the old handyman of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, who picked him up, he would have been a beggar for the rest of his life.

However, the status and situation of this miscellaneous servant of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect are not much better than that beggar. The Ten Thousand Corpses Sect is a great sect of the Demon Dao in the Broken Soul Mountain Range, with countless disciples, occupying hundreds of spirit peaks, and it is definitely a hegemon-level existence in the realm of hundreds of thousands of miles. Like Wu Ze's miscellaneous servants, the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect raises tens of thousands.

The Ten Thousand Corpses Sect is a Demon Sect, and the cultivation needs of the disciples in the sect are naturally all poisons, bones, corpses, and the like. Especially the corpses, the hundreds of spirit peaks of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect were simply located in the sea of corpses. There were corpses and bones everywhere, and it was as terrifying as the Nine Hells.

The job of the miscellaneous servants is to deal with the corpses and bones of these poisonous substances, and the low status is pitiful, and any outer disciple can find a reason to kill these miscellaneous servants. After Wu Ze's death, Wu Qi took over his shift and became an ordinary handyman on this miscellaneous service peak.

"Old man, don't worry, I Wu Qi will not be a miscellaneous servant for the rest of my life. Your only wish before your death was to become an outer disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, and I will fulfill this wish for you. If you have a spirit in heaven, let it be. ”

Wu Qi didn't know when he was already standing in front of the tomb, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light, as if he was ruthless and resolute.

"Boom"

After standing in front of the tomb for a while, Wu Qi turned around and was about to return to the bamboo house. It's just that when he turned around, he suddenly threw a punch, shattering the miserable green phosphorus fire floating in the air and scattering it in all directions. As soon as the phosphorus fire dispersed, the bamboo house sank into darkness again.

With a "squeak", the door of the bamboo house was pushed open by Wu Qi, and a dim light suddenly revealed outside the house. It turned out that there was an oil lamp lit on the table in the middle of the bamboo house, but the light was not much stronger than the phosphorus fire, but it was less terrifying. Walking into the room, Wu Qi was about to lie on the bamboo bed, and suddenly his eyes swept to a flat white bone on the table. Thinking of what this thing was, Wu Qi's face immediately became bad.

The Mighty Corpse Puppet Technique, this technique is recorded on that white bone. This method is not a profound demonic technique, but a method distributed by the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect to tens of thousands of miscellaneous servants to practice. Thinking of this thing, hatred flashed in Wu Qi's eyes. Because Wu Ze died because of this technique, in the eyes of a great demon sect like the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, the status of those miscellaneous servants who were plundered from the mortal country was simply the same as the ants crawling on the ground. The exercises for ants can be imagined.

After cultivating the Mighty Corpse Puppet Technique, it would make the cultivator burst out with ten times more strength than usual, and it would be convenient for him to do his work. It's just that this method is simply overdrawn people's life force to cultivate, and after cultivation, it is difficult for anyone to live past the age of fifty. Wu Ze was only forty years old, but before he died, he was like a hundred-year-old man. Not long ago, life and death were in front of Wu Qi.

Wu Ze once obtained a volume of mutilated exercises, and although the effect after cultivation was not as good as the Powerful Corpse Puppet Technique, it was not so serious. It's a pity that Wu Ze's powerful corpse puppet technique has been cultivated for decades, and he can't change it if he wants to. After adopting Wu Qi, the nameless exercise was given to Wu Qi to practice. After ten years of hard work, Wu Qi's strength was also the best among the tens of thousands of miscellaneous servants in the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect.

"Smack" "The ants are still fighting for their lives, how can I, Wu Qi, be willing to be enslaved for a lifetime." ”

"In a few days, it will be the time for the trial of the new disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, if you can kill a certain disciple, you can replace it. ”

"The life of a miscellaneous servant is not valuable, only when you become an outer disciple can you control your own destiny, and you can even achieve the path of immortality"

Thoughts flashed in his heart, but there was a light in his eyes, he picked up the white bones on the table with one hand, and the powerful corpse puppet on it, and with a force of both hands, the hard white bones were rubbed by Wu Qi's two palms for a while, and then turned into a ball of bone powder and sprinkled out of the window.