The three black-robed men walked into the warehouse, opened the shackles with the unified key, and directly released the green pupil poisonous corpse in the iron box.

The poisonous corpse is very docile.

Yan Yunting had doubts since he first saw the black-robed people, and now that he saw their ability to manipulate the green pupils, he was even more sure of his inner thoughts-these black-robed people were likely to be higher-level yellow-pupil poisonous corpses.

"Didn't the ghost servant say that there are eighteen green pupils in this batch? How come there are only seventeen iron boxes here? ”

"Maybe they're mistaken."

"Let's go, Wan Immortal Jun is moody, if you slack off, you and I will have to be made into soul corpses!"

The black-robed man walked quickly out of the warehouse with the green-eyed poisonous corpse.

Immortal Monarch?

Resurrected corpses?

The situation is getting scorching.

Yan Yunting took out the invisibility cloak and draped it on his body, and quickly followed.

After tossing and turning a few corridors, the black-robed man opened a huge stone door, and at the last moment when the stone gate fell, Yan Yunting got into it.

The black-robed man turned his head suddenly, as if sensing something.

Yan Yunting stood less than three feet in front of the black-robed man, holding his breath, holding his sword, staring directly at a pair of yellow pupils under the bronze mask.

He can see it, but he can't see it.

The black-robed man hesitated for a moment before retracting his gaze and moving on.

Behind the stone gate is a larger warehouse, about six or seven zhang high, forty or fifty zhang long, the warehouse is filled with thousands of transparent ice crystal coffins, the coffin is filled with red blood water, and a poisonous corpse with rotting skin and flesh is soaked in the blood coffin.

Seeing this blood coffin, Yan Yunting couldn't help but have a name popping up in his mind - Blood Poison Gate.

Only the Blood Poison Gate will use blood coffins to raise corpses, and the Ten Thousand Poison Kings were previously devoted to the Blood Poison Gate, and the plague was also spread by this cult.

At the end of the warehouse, there was a tall altar, and a black-robed priest wearing gilt trim and holding a pestle and a scepter of the stars and moon was standing on the altar waiting, with facial features no different from ordinary people, but his skin was pale blue, and there were eight bloody corpses with red eyes and white faces beside him.

"Hurry up!" The black-robed priest urged.

The black-robed man hurriedly led the green pupil poisonous corpse to the altar, and there was a sequence of queues standing in turn.

The priest inspected the corpse and picked out one with the darkest eyes, "Let's start with it." Then with a wave of his hand, the black-robed man lifted the poisonous corpse and lay it flat on the stone platform, shackling its hands and feet with iron cuffs.

The priest took out a brown vial from his sleeve, uncorked it and poured a bright red liquid into the mouth of the poisonous corpse, and the next moment, the poisonous corpse trembled, let out a low roar in his throat, and the originally dark green pupils faintly showed signs of yellowing.

Then, the priest took out a black banner and waved it casually, and a phantom ghost servant appeared out of thin air, and he pointed to the corpse and ordered softly: "Go in!" ”

The ghost servant immediately burrowed into the poisonous corpse, and after a moment of fusion, the green pupils completely turned into yellow pupils, and the body returned to calm.

The priest opened the shackles, the poisonous corpse slowly got up, walked down the altar on its own, and lay down in a bloody coffin.

The invisibility cloak on Yan Yunting's body was about to expire.

If this evil art is not stopped, when the blood corpse is cultivated, there will be endless troubles!

The black-robed priest is the culprit, and it must be impossible to kill him!

Yan Yunting held the sword, walked lightly, and approached the altar step by step, and when he was only less than three feet away from the priest, suddenly the "Star and Moon" mark on the priest's scepter rotated rapidly, and the "buzzing" flashed bursts of red light.

The priest frowned, suddenly looked back, and glared at Yan Yunting!

"Choke!"

Yan Yunting didn't stop doing anything, he drew his sword, slashed out a sword qi, and killed the priest on the stage!

The black-robed priest immediately took off into the air, jumped out of the altar, and then waved his scepter, and the eight bloody corpses guarding it rushed towards Yan Yunting at the same time.

Yan Yunting took off the cloak, and now, it is necessary to disguise or not! He thrust his gall into the ground, and the frost instantly spread to the entire warehouse, and the priest and the black-robed man immediately took off, and the poisonous corpse and bloody corpse were frozen into ice!

"Shattered!"

Yan Yunting let out a true qi, and the poisonous corpse shattered into ice particles, but the bloody corpse was intact.

Yan Yunting wanted to use the withered sword again, but from time to time, a red light shot out from above his head, and he had to regain his momentum and take shelter for the time being.

The black-robed priest waved his scepter and shot two more red rays, and Yan Yunting swept through two sword qis, canceling out the red light in the air, and both sides retreated.

"Martial Cultivation?" The black-robed priest glared at Yan Yunting: "Who are you!?" ”

Yan Yunting glared back: "Who are you?" ”

The black-robed priest said loudly: "This monarch is the great elder of the Blood Poison Sect, the heavens and the earth are not dry, I am also immortal, and the immortal monarch is also!" ”

"! The last one who was so arrogant was killed by Wei Yingzhou with a sword, and he didn't hit him twice, what qualifications do you have to call yourself immortal? Yan Yunting scolded loudly.

"The Bloody Marquis is arrogant and complacent, and he can't do anything he can't do, how can he be worthy of being comparable to me?" Wan Yujun pointed at Yan Yunting: "I have reported to my home, who are you!" ”

Yan Yunting said coldly: "I won't tell you." ”

"Martial arts cultivation in the world, there is no faith at all!" The Immortal King scolded angrily.

"You invade the world, and you still dare to talk to me about faith? The filthy and lowly Nine Shadows and Evil Spirits, just suffer death! ”

Yan Yunting gathered the power of the soul and flew to kill the Ten Thousand Immortals.

The poisonous corpse and the black-robed man intended to intercept it, but they were all shocked back by Yan Yunting's sword.

A trace of jealousy flashed in Wan Yujun's eyes, and he retreated again, waving his banner and shouting: "Come out for me!" ”

Phantoms, evil ghosts, poured out from the soul flags, and in a moment there were no less than 10,000 of them, screaming fiercely, and pounced on Yan Yunting.

Yan Yunting was not panicked at all, the number of evil ghosts encountered in the trial of the Guigu Cave was far more than in front of him, he was full of vitality with a sword, and he slashed most of the evil ghosts in the air, and then swept the soul with a sword, and cut down the thousands of evil ghosts in unison!

The Immortal Monarch waved his scepter, rolled up a yin wind, uncovered all the thousand blood coffins, and called loudly: "Wake up!" ”

......More than 1,000 poisonous corpses sprang out one after another, and there were even a few blue-eyed corpse kings among the green eyes!

"Tear him apart for me!"

The poisonous corpse frantically flocked to Yan Yunting.

The yellow pupil poisonous corpse here is a product of catalysis, has no autonomous consciousness, and has full authority to obey people's orders, but the speed and strength are no worse than the natural mutation, and the body of the poisonous corpse is destroyed, and the possessed ghost servant will fly out, and it must be killed twice to completely kill it!

Yan Yunting was soon surrounded by corpses, and although the poisonous corpses could not get close, it still forced him to fall into passivity, not to mention that there was a Immortal Monarch above his head.

"Hmph, I don't know if you live or die, who gave you the courage to dare to ruin my good deeds single-handedly!"

Wan Wan Jun shook his soul banner again, and then released tens of thousands of evil ghosts to join the encirclement and suppression.

Yan Yunting didn't panic, he fought and retreated, killing one when he came, killing one less one, and one less poisonous corpse and one less threat, which was exactly what he was here for.

"Lord Immortal Monarch, let him kill him like this again, I'm afraid that half a year's Tao Hui will be in vain." A black-robed man leaned over to remind.

"After all, it's not that you shitch are not doing anything, otherwise how could he have infiltrated the Bunker? How can you come and kill me?"

Wan Yujun's tone was not so anxious, he looked coldly at Yan Yunting who was besieged:

"This person's strength has been perfected, and he can't be killed for a while, but since he has the courage to break into Longtan alone, I will not let him leave easily!"

With that, he threw the soul banner in his hand into the air. The soul banner flew to the top of Yan Yunting's head, and descended a confining force like a bell jar, trapping Yan Yunting in it.

Yan Yunting tried to break the confinement, but as soon as the sword slashed, the sword qi was instantly absorbed by the bell jar, and he tried another spiritual light, but he still couldn't shake the confinement.

The Immortal King waved his sleeves and withdrew the poisonous corpse and the bloody corpse, leaving only the evil ghost to flutter and entangle outside the bell jar,

The evil ghost pounced, Yan Yunting punched one by one, scattered and came, came and scattered, and the cycle began again and again, it was difficult to be idle, and in the end, he simply did not resist, enchanted with the power of immortal martial arts, sat in the confinement, and waited for the rescue of Wujie.

Wan Yu Jun sneered: "There are not many people in my Blood Soul Forbidden Realm who can crack it, so you can honestly stay in it and be devoured by ten thousand ghosts." ”

"Then your vision is too low, or I will come out soon, and I will definitely settle the account with you by then." Yan Yunting slowly closed his eyes.

"Hmph, then we'll see." Wan Yujun flicked his sleeves and strode out of the warehouse.

"Lord Immortal, do you want us to stay and watch him?" The black-robed man followed up and asked.

Wan Yujun said lightly: "There is a martial cultivator coming to the door, it is also expected by me, now the time has come, there is no need to delay any longer, let's take Jizhou City and Konghai Temple first." ”

"Yes."

The black-robed man nodded in response, took out a command flag and waved it gently, and all the poisonous corpses lay back in the blood coffin, and then divided thousands of ghost servants, carried the coffin in twos and twos, and flew out of the warehouse in turn.

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