The strange people of the world who left in a hurry and the first insect in the spirit world, they left Murong Jiu with too many questions, although there were doubts, but he understood that here, gods and demons coexist, ghosts and monsters coexist, although the environment is complicated, but the laws of heaven and earth do not change.

Devouring the black lotus seed given to him by Black and White Impermanence in one bite, Murong Jiu meditated on cultivating the zombie body, and the heaven and earth vitality of the spiritual space entered the body, and was immediately transformed into the death energy required by the zombie body by the domineering god and demon exercises-the physical body was dead, but life was not enough, and he could not cultivate.

Under the quiet sickle and moon, on the edge of the distant West Sea, a group of dozens of mysterious people in black robes did not stop, and they took advantage of the bleak brilliance of the stars and the moon to fly over the vast West Sea.

On this night, in the spiritual space shrouded by the stars and moon, the dark tide surged, and in the eternal and unchanging laws of heaven and earth in the cultivation world, danger and opportunity coexisted, and the death and rebirth of life were constantly changing.

Not only this night, but in the cultivation world, the will to survive against the heavens is being staged all the time...... The endless sky beyond the nine heavens, the master of heaven and earth who smiles at all the spirits in the world, has the absolute control of "taking all things as dogs", but it also stimulates and sharpens the indomitable fighting spirit of all living beings - "My fate is up to me, not to the sky".

The night had passed, the sky had dawned, and a red sun had emerged from the end of the eastern world, and the crimson light scattered reflected the eastern sky, and the sky seemed to be soaked in blood.

The blood-red sunlight shone on Murong Jiu's gray-black zombie cheeks, and he suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. His lifeless eyes stared at the blood-red between heaven and earth, his body turned into a zombie body, his heart had already stopped beating coldly, and the corpse armor and corpse teeth flashed with some bloodthirsty cold light under the reflection of the red sun—his life form had been sadly changed.

However, he did not despair, as he had at that time with his firm belief that the body was dead, but life did not end.

Looking at the blood-red sun quietly, his pupils were beating with the look of death, and the theory of "New Star of the Era" of Ma Liang made him vaguely feel his own crisis. Is it a blessing or a curse? He couldn't say. But only with the best of their own strength can they strive for control of their own destiny in the future world.

The red sun was as red as blood, and the death energy in his body was rushing firmly.

"If you're not dead, why don't you wake up?"

Early morning in the mountains and forests. Flowers, birds, insects, beasts and other creatures show great vitality - butterfly dance in the mountains. Hollow clenching birdsong. But. Around Murong Jiu's body, there was silence here, as if the strong death aura of the night had not yet dissipated—a hundred birds retreated.

A hundred zhang away in front of Murong Jiu. Bombarded by the tentacles of the purple green centipede, Long Zijing, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether she was alive or dead, suddenly opened her eyes, and when she landed, a violent wind swept the stumps and leaves, dust, sand and gravel beside her and slammed towards Murong Jiu.

Murong Jiu's eyes froze, and he quickly blocked with black wooden sticks in his hands, but he was still shaken back by the bombardment energy in the hurricane, and his feet took three steps back in a row, and each step left a deep footprint on the ground...... He stopped his figure, stared coldly at the woman in purple who was standing pretty, and spat out, "What a sharp exercise." ”

In the vast West Sea, a group of black-clothed people swept across the boundless blue ocean, and when the red blood sun reflected on the deep West Sea, the waves of the West Sea rumbled and exploded, and a group of black-clothed women drilled out of the sea.

This group of black-clothed women who broke out of the water, a total of ten people, they were wrapped in black, their faces were cold, and the leader was one of them, she had a pair of blue eyes and rode a white healthy horse, and she was Ouyang Jinghua in the Demon Spirit Sect.

"Demon Sect Ghost Assassination Team - Poppy Blood Guard?!"

Ten women appeared to block the way, but the mysterious group of men in black was like a great enemy, and their rapid bodies were forced to stop.

The cold aura circulated among this group of mysterious people - five faint black figures showed a mysterious technique, shuttling quickly among the mysterious people, and a faint blue sword light suddenly appeared, and the ghostly figure that was difficult to catch really stirred up the panic of this group of mysterious people.

The sound of the cloth cracking sounded almost at the same time in an instant, and the black robes of the mysterious people were torn to pieces in an instant, completely exposing their bodies to the sky and the sea.

"Angels of the West. ”

The five ghostly female figures, after they smashed the mysterious man's black robe, they retreated to Ouyang Jinghua's side, Ouyang Jinghua stared coldly at the dozens of Western realm cultivators with white wings in front of her, her expression was indifferent, the poppy blood guard, who had already known the identity of the mysterious person, came to intercept and kill them - to carry out the Demon Spirit Sect's "God Punishment Operation".

At the same time, in the border area of the Western Sea, the second wave of mysterious people after the Western Angels, they were stopped by Ouyang Batian, the leader of the Demon Spirit Sect.

"Western fallen angels, Western orcs, Western demons. ”

Behind the proud young man, Ouyang Batian, there were two rows of outstanding disciples of the Demon Spirit Sect standing in the shape of a sharp cone, and Ouyang Batian was the cone tip of the Cone Array, and a sharp killing aura surged towards that group of Western creatures.

"Demon Spirit Sect Killing Guardian - Strange Road Cone?!"

Western fallen angels, Western orcs, and Western demons, they all changed color in shock in the face of Ouyang Batian and the fourteen murderous cold youths.

"The cultivators of the Western Realm invaded our Huaxia World Realm 10,000 years ago, and although they were defeated, they left you behind, and for many years, you who had been secretly living in my Spirit Realm were secretly accumulating momentum and doing evil; ”

Ouyang Batian waved his order, and the fourteen Demon Spirit Sect disciples behind him suddenly stabbed at the group of Western creatures as ferociously as two rows of sharp cones that were not afraid of death...... Ouyang Batian's expression remained unchanged, "Punish God". It is the "God of the West" who is punished.

The sword light is sensible, the sword aura is vertical and horizontal, and the fourteen "strange sharp cones", or slashing with knives or axes, completely burst out with the ferocity of the Demon Spirit Sect's killing guards. Just relying on his own momentum to rush and kill, the cultivators of the Western World Realm died tragically, and more than a dozen corpses fell from the sky.

On the other side of the West Sea, Ouyang Jinghua danced a horsewhip and cut a holy angel with ten pairs of wings in two, which also instantly opened another tragic battlefield of "punishing the gods".

Fourteen tight-clad poppy guards, armed with soft whips or silver hooks. In the midst of that group of angels, there was a fierce move that killed them, and the soft whip and silver hook were scorching. The steel whip locked the throat and seduced the soul, and one by one the angels were dismembered, and the heads were cut off, and the blood was misty.

Look around. Returned to a mountain forest in the spiritual realm. Murong Jiu, who had a zombie body, and Long Zijing, who was handsome, looked at each other coldly, and Long Zijing was unharmed under the volley of the purple green centipede. This really surprised Murong Jiu, after all, the Purple Green Centipede was a fierce beast in the barbarian years, and its blow was enough to open the mountain and crack the rock. But Long Zijing is not in big trouble, so it can only show that Long Zijing is strong.

"A zombie body, a body is dead, and the soul is immortal. Murong Jiu, it was indeed beyond my expectations that you were able to recover from the realm of mortality, and your acquaintance with the magic pen Ma Liang and the purple green centipede had to be surprising. Long Zijing smiled skillfully, as if she had forgotten that she was almost killed by the purple green centipede, and her face once again showed that conceited look.

Being able to withstand the blows of the savage beasts and be unharmed is indeed the superb strength of Long Zijing outside of the great creation, but her fake death has concealed the magic pen Ma Liang, the purple green centipede, and the black and white impermanence, not because of how clever her concealment technique is, but because the four top powerhouses who shocked the spirit world were too lazy to take care of her suspended death.

To put it bluntly, in their eyes, Long Zijing is like an insect ant, the gap between her and the top powerhouses is endless, and killing her is worth nothing.

However, under the shadow of the top god king and the top ghost king, it is enough for Long Zijing to feel proud that she can survive, at least, she is still alive after withstanding the blow of the brute beast.

Murong Jiu stared at Long Zijing fixedly, such a conceited woman was either Yelang's arrogant self-righteousness, or she was extremely confident in her own strength. Murong Jiu's body was reborn, dead but not dead, he naturally would not surrender to Long Zijing, the death energy in his body slowly surged, and his ten zombie nails scattered a miserable green light slightly, if he didn't give in, then there was only life and death.

"Long Zijing, you are also extraordinary. ”

Murong Jiu's wrist turned, and a cloud of miserable green energy quickly converged between the five fingers of his right hand, and with a flick of his right arm, he slashed forward fiercely, and then a ghostly roar sounded in the air, and a ghostly wind surged around him, and he rubbed his body and pounced forward towards Long Zijing.

Although Murong Jiu was a zombie, he was not stiff, his body and limbs were as flexible and agile as when he was alive. A pair of zombie ghost claws scattered a cold ghostly aura, the demonic black rod surged out a strong demonic aura under the control of his zombie body, and the pair of blood-red wings made his gray-black zombie body even more demonic and evil.

This was Murong Jiu's first fight after the death of his physical body, because his physical body lost the sense of pain, his attack was extremely crazy, mobilizing his own Nether Ghost Yuan Force, he only attacked but did not defend, and even did not hesitate to collide with Long Zijing and suffer losses.

But even so, he still couldn't fight, after Long Zijing performed the Flower Shadow Technique, her body was like a butterfly flipped among the flowers, and her body was fluttering and exuding some misty light and shadow, giving Murong Jiu a feeling of bombardment on the "sponge".

Soft and delicate, this is what Murong Jiu feels.

"Split the empty palm!"

As if every blow had a real feeling of using the wrong force, Murong Jiu shouted, he flipped his wrist, and slapped a palm with a soft palm of his right hand, and a ghost claw seemed to slam at Long Zijing slowly. This palm was used by Murong Jiu with the attack technique of the Mian Palm, but in fact, it was hidden with the fierce bombardment power of the four blows of the condensed palm - Mianzhong Gang.

The powerful collision between the two of them, a wave of hurricane energy exploded, and the strong anti-seismic force lifted Murong Jiu and Long Zijing away at the same time, and a large tree nearby was torn apart from its bark, and many branches were crushed one after another.

Murong Jiu, who flipped like a dead leaf, he vibrated his blood wings to stabilize his body in the wind energy, he looked ahead, in the blowing of the strong wind, the purple figure was like a butterfly that had been destroyed by the wind, her dress was torn, her hair was scattered and flying, although there was a delicate beauty, but it was also inevitable to lose her elegance.

Through the collision of this blow, although the two did not distinguish the winner or loser, they also understood each other's strength realm, Murong Jiu concluded that Long Zijing's strength was in the mid-ninth level realm, not much higher than himself, but with such strength, she Long Zijing showed an extremely confident posture, but she had to make Murong Jiu suspicious.

"The soft palm hides the strength of the four waves of fierce internal strength, Murong Jiu, you are really witty and intelligent, but if you bump into me, it can only be your sorrow. ”

Long Zijing, who originally wanted to return Murong Jiu, had already determined her intention to kill after learning that he had met Ma Liang, a magic pen. Ma Liang's identity is too high, Long Zijing can hardly control what will happen to Murong Jiu in the future, and she has told Murong Jiu too many secrets, so she must kill Murong Jiu.

That kind of pride and conceit faded, Long Zijing's cheeks seemed to be covered with frost, and a pair of cold eyes flashed with a desperate gaze. (To be continued......)