"Woo ......"

A string of pale purple bowls of fireworks suddenly burst out from Xiao Chen's forehead, as if spiritual, instantly differentiated, and headed towards Yang Fan and Song Zishu, who had already turned around and wanted to leave.

This string of purple flames came too suddenly, and the flowers were the size of bowls, and they suddenly appeared, directly shocking everyone on the spot.

"Corpse Flame, this kid can actually drive Corpse Flame...... Ah......h

Before the words in the mouth of a fourth-generation disciple were finished, a purple firework had fallen on the door, and with a miserable cry, the corpse flame that fell immediately burst into flames, and in less than a tenth of a second, his entire body was shrouded in a canopy of lilac fireworks, and even the painful cry in his mouth stopped abruptly, obviously dead.

"Run...... Ah......h

"Song Shao rescue...... Ah......h

......

Immediately afterward, several screams sounded almost simultaneously in the next moment.

Song Zishu turned around suddenly, but all he saw in his sight were a few humanoid fireworks that had fallen on the ground and were already silent, shrouded in the blazing light purple corpse flames.

"Instant Death Talisman, you kid actually ......"

Suddenly exclaimed, the words in Song Zishu's mouth were only half spoken, and they were immediately interrupted by the two strange corpse flames that were close in front of him, and before he could make any reaction, the two bowl-sized purple flames had already fallen head-on.

"Father, save my ......"

"Canopy!"

The purple flame was great, and Song Zishu's color changed greatly, and he only had time to turn his head and shout in the direction of the center of the island, and his entire body was shrouded in the rapidly spreading purple corpse flame, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

......

Outside the Wreckage Hall of the Dead Island.

A majestic man with a gold-colored face trembled suddenly, turned his head and looked at the edge of the island in the distance.

"It's not good!

With an exclamation, the figure of the golden paper man suddenly swept up, and behind him, an emperor-rank underworld slave with a faint silver glow around him followed closely.

At the same time, after seeing the corpse talisman activated, a few people were eliminated in an instant.

Xiao Chen, who was obviously taken aback by the threat of this corpse talisman, suddenly came back to his senses, and just wanted to turn around, he suddenly felt a pain in his mind, and the next moment, just as his body was crumbling, the "ghost face dark lamp" tattoo on his chest was hot, Xiao Chen only felt an inexplicable consciousness appear in his mind, and he was immediately sucked and rushed towards the strange pattern of the dark lamp tattoo on his chest.

"This corpse talisman ...... It's weird!"

Consciousness was awake again, Xiao Chen's face was as black as ink, and after muttering to himself, he turned his head and glanced in the direction of the Skeleton Valley in the depths of the Corpse Island, gritted his teeth, and quickly crossed the skeleton slope and swept into the vast abyss.

......

At the same moment, in the valley of the mountain behind the Corpse Island, the first seven layers of the cave mansion of the old man with the fire beard were zombies.

The stiff slave sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, and turned his head to look at a side of the cave as if he had realized.

"Hehe, you have urged the corpse talisman so soon? What a calamity, little one...... If it weren't for the old man's demonic corpse control Dafa, the corpse puppet himself would have to recite the spell and sign the corpse contract, where would it be useful...... Alas, it's a pity that the wisp of corpse flame origin illusion corpse talisman......"

With that, the man sneered and closed his eyes again.

"Poof!"

In the next moment, a bloody arrow erupted from his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the zombie slave's expression had changed drastically, and his face was shocked!

"Oh my God, you actually devoured a wisp of the old man's divine sense? That ghost-faced dark lamp ......"

The fire whiskers trembled slightly, and the zombie slave whose divine consciousness remnants were devoured was as if they had been devoured by a secret method, and the spirit of the whole person was obviously a little weaker than before the instant. In the exclamation, the fire beard trembled slightly, and after dripping a few pieces of crimson blood, his body shook and disappeared in the cave.

......

"Zombie senior, this ...... What the hell is going on?"

On the edge of the Corpse Island, there was a golden-paper man with an emperor-rank Immortal Slave standing behind him, with an indignant face, and turned his head to look at the fire-bearded old man Zombie Slave who arrived in an instant.

This person's name is Song Zhang, and he is one of the strongest disciples under the command of the Second Elder Feng Buhua. As a third-generation disciple, he had already broken through the realm of the Emperor-level Silver Corpse a few years ago, and had entered the early stage of the Emperor-level Golden Corpse, and even the underworld slaves he had refined had been forged into a "Emperor-level Silver Corpse", and among the three generations of disciples of the entire Underworld Corpse Sect, he was the most powerful figure in the limelight.

At this moment, seeing that Song Zishu, who was his beloved apprentice and beloved son, had just been separated from him for a while, and in the blink of an eye, he was made like this, and he was held in his arms, and he was about to turn into a period of coke.

At this moment, several figures stepped on the corpse cloud from a distance.

"Presumptuous, Song Zhang, how do you talk to your seniors?" On one of the black corpse clouds, the second elder looked gloomy, and coldly glanced at Song Zishu in Song Zhang's arms, who was about to die at any time, and then glared at Song Zhang fiercely, only then did he suppress the anger in his heart and turned his head to look at the fire-bearded stiff slave on the side: "Senior, this ......"

"Okay, okay, the doll can't die...... Hehe, I can't see it, Long Jiu, you taught that kid...... It's a ruthless one......"

With a wave of his hand, the firebeard stiff slave raised his hand and shot out a blue glow, which fell on Song Zishu in Song Zhang's arms, and the kid's charred-like body immediately healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Compared to the other four generations of disciples who had already died, they had finally picked up a life.

"What?Long Jiu?Did that kid of your family do this?"

The elder didn't change his temper, but he heard the smell, and jumped up like a cat with its tail stepped on: "What about people? Where are people hiding? If you don't hand over people, the old man and you are ......not finished."

"Uh......" glanced at the firebeard stiff slave with a resentful face, Long Jiu touched his nose depressedly, and smiled: "Misunderstanding, this should be a misunderstanding, right? The juniors are just making trouble, what a big deal? Stop being angry, Elder Feng is angry......

"Hmph, juniors are making trouble, you can even use corpse flames? This clearly requires human life......" Feng Buhua is obviously not stupid.

"That's right, Corpse Flame! This lilac corpse flame is the only one of our Corpse Sect, how can we give it to this kid? Zombie Senior? Huh? What about Zombie Senior? I was still here just now...... Elder Wind, do you want to ...... Go with the old man to ask for sin?"

Long Jiuyi slapped his head, with a look of sudden realization, and with a touch of banter on his face while muttering to himself, he chased after a certain figure who had already fled in the distance.

"You ......"

The wind did not melt and he was speechless for a moment, and his whole face was like a purple eggplant.

"Go, find that kid for me! Dig over the whole abyss, you must find it for me......"

Raising his hand and pointing to the pool outside the island, Song Zhang roared with a black face, and before the words fell, the "Emperor-level Immortal Slave" standing behind him had already shot out of shape, turning into a faint silver ray, and swept towards the vast pool.

......

Throwing off his arms and swimming in the pool, Xiao Chen's face was full of depression at this moment.

On the spur of the moment, he urged the "corpse talisman" he had just gotten, but he didn't expect the power to be so shocked, and in the blink of an eye, he burned those guys to charcoal.

Yang Fan and a few others just returned it, just a small miscellaneous fish.

But Song Zishu is different, that guy is not only a Tianjiao figure among the four generations of disciples, quite respected by the faction, but more importantly, his master is also demonic, and he is the first among the three generations of disciples who are ordinary people who are all emperor-level silver corpses, and the first to enter the realm of "emperor-level golden corpses", and he is the most valued disciple under the command of the powerful second elder Feng Buhua.

This time, it was completely a hornet's nest. It is estimated that even Long Jiu may not be able to protect himself.

What's more, the mysterious Firebeard Zombie Slave has obviously remembered himself, and after the "corpse talisman" was urged before, his consciousness was completely black, as evidenced by the erosion of a hidden consciousness in his mind.

Speaking of which, this time it was the "dark lamp tattoo" on his chest that saved his life.

It's mysterious, and I don't know what it is!

"Whew!"

As he was muttering, a faint sound of breaking the sky sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the thick corpse qi that permeated the low altitude of the pool behind him seemed to be stirred by a breeze, and there was a slight surge.

Xiao Chen's heart moved, and the right hand that was just about to be pulled out suddenly froze, and the whole person immediately stopped all movements, and slowly disappeared from the pool face silently, leaving only a small half of the face looking up at the sky.

Soon, a figure covered in silver bursting from time to time swept from the mid-air of the pool behind him, and stopped more than 100 meters above Xiao Chen's head and looked quietly for a while, as if he didn't notice anything, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed in another direction.

After immersing himself in the water of the pool and waiting for a quarter of an hour, after confirming that the emperor-rank immortal slave was gone, Xiao Chen suddenly emerged from the pool liquid in shock.

"Chased after me so soon? Looks like I can't go back anytime soon......"

Frowning and muttering to himself, Xiao Chen's face became more and more gloomy.

With the memory in his mind, he would not be a stranger to the silver corpse slave who had just left, it was the first person of the three generations of disciples, the silver corpse slave of the golden corpse Song Zhang.

Appearing above this abyss at this moment, it is obvious that he has come to find him.

With the existence of this silver corpse underworld slave, Mo said that he couldn't go back to the underworld corpse sect now, but he was afraid that even if he ran for his life in this abyss, there would be a lot of variables in an instant. Compared to those low-level demon cultivators who can be seen from time to time in the abyss, this underworld slave has reached the realm of emperor-level silver corpses, and can skim at a low altitude, which is not a small threat.

"Huh, that's ......."

Just when Xiao Chen was distressed, an invisible chain in his mind suddenly trembled slightly, and in the direction of the north of the abyss, there seemed to be a faint fluctuation of consciousness that he keenly perceived.

A feeling of familiarity and strangeness.

Slave Drought Fish?

Xiao Chen's complexion immediately became strange, he turned his head to look over the lake, gritted his teeth, threw off his arms, and carefully swam towards the north of the pool......