The Hall of the Dead Corpse, a behemoth hall of bones made entirely of endless bones, is where the Master of the Dead Corpse summoned the elders of the sect to discuss important matters.

At this moment, the hall of the Hall of the Dead Corpse was surrounded by the seventeen Spirit Rank Elders from the sect.

At the top of the place, a tall and thin figure sat alone on a huge corpse chair, shrouded in a faint cyan corpse qi, this person was the first powerhouse of the entire Underworld Corpse Sect, the sect master "Immortal Corpse Master".

"What do you think of this abyssal change, elders?"

Turning his head slowly, the two faint eyes of the Venerable Corpse Master swept through the dense corpse qi that permeated his body, and swept over the seventeen elders in the hall one by one.

"Sect Master, I think this should be an opportunity, the mutation in the abyss has caused a large-scale outbreak of the Dark Fire, and the level of the Dark Fire has also increased, the cyan spirit level that usually meets once in ten times, and even the Purple Holy Rank Dark Fire can be seen from time to time, which is a great opportunity for us to obtain a high-level Dark Flower. We should mobilize our disciples and enter the place where flowers are born in the abyss to get flowers......"

Elder Mo Wentian got a cyan spirit level dark flower this time, obviously tasted the sweetness, and talked eloquently.

"Hmph, naïve!"

The second elder snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of disdain, and he glanced at Mo Wentian coldly.

"Elder Mo, it is too hasty to enter the abyss in a big way at this time, after all, ...... The cause of the abyss is unknown. ”

The Great Elder paused slightly, and then said, "Previously, somewhere in the abyss, there was a faint aura of Dao Rank Immortal Corpse, and then there was even a purple Saint Rank Tribulation Cloud. 'M afraid...... In this abyssal land, there will be a great existence beyond the 'Spirit Level' about to be born, this matter is the first time in the entire God Forsaken Continent for thousands of years, whether it is a blessing or a curse, it is difficult to understand at the moment......"

"But...... Great Elder, aren't the remnants of those three primeval souls already doomed?"

Elder Mo Wentian's expression froze, and a trace of doubt appeared on his face.

"Truly...... Elder Mo really thought that the Holy Rank Tribulation Cloud was coming for those three remnant souls?"

The Corpse Master laughed strangely, and then said, "It's just that they can be promoted to the spirit level, and even the three great kings of the Endless Demon Cultivators in the abyss are not qualified to attract the Purple Tribulation Cloud, just rely on them, they are just three unlucky substitutes for the dead." ”

"The suzerain means ......"

Sha Zhanpeng was startled, the muscles on his face trembled slightly, and he asked hesitantly, "Could it be that...... The existence that attracted the purple calamity cloud did not respond to the catastrophe, and is still lurking in the abyss?"

"Just wait and see what happens, if what this sect thinks is right, the three kings will soon make a move......"

......

"Zhanzhu!Xiao Chenzi, you kid can do it......"

A loud shout suddenly came from the distance on his side, Xiao Chen's feet froze, and he turned his head to look.

A few familiar faces caught the eye.

It was Song Zishu and his fourth-generation doglegs, and the guy who had tied Xiao Chen's legs with corpse ropes in the abyss before was also among them.

"Hehe, Xiao Chenzi, it's really you?"

Seeing the withered body in front of him like a corpse, he really stopped his steps when he heard this, Song Zishu and a few people beside him glanced at each other, and finally believed Xiao Chen's identity at this moment.

Isn't it the bullshit "uncle" who used to hang around behind them like a fart?

"Stinky boy, do you really dare to take away a corpse? hehe, do you really think that the salted fish has turned over?"

With a disdainful smile on his face, Song Zishu approached with his legs dangling under the support of several entourages, squinted and looked Xiao Chen up and down a few times, and suddenly stretched out his hand: "Take it! That cyan spirit flower, it's your boy's reward for the master, hehe, some time ago, I didn't reveal the secret of the Heavenly Soul to you!"

While speaking, Song Zishu and the others "searched" Xiao Chen's eyes, obviously aiming for the cyan spirit flower.

"It's gone...... I just exchanged bows with my zombie seniors!"

opened his mouth, Xiao Chen spit out a few words from his mouth dryly, and at this time, pictures of being wantonly bullied by these guys appeared in his mind.

I have to say that the owner of this memory is indeed a master who is forced to the end, as a third-generation uncle, he was actually bullied like a dog by these four brothers and nephews, it is really ......

Even Xiao Chen at this moment had a faint feeling of being so angry that he vomited blood.

"What? A cyan spirit flower, you changed to such a broken bow? You don't even have a bowstring? Are you sick?"

As soon as he heard Xiao Chen's words, Song Zishu's face changed instantly, and he gritted his teeth and looked pained, as if he had suffered a great loss.

"Song Shao, if you change it, you will change it, let's take this broken bow and go back to find the zombie slave senior, even if the cyan spirit flower doesn't come back, it can be exchanged for some other good things. ”

With a roll of his eyes, a fourth-generation disciple behind Song Zishu offered an idea and smiled flatteringly.

"Hey, you kid got the hang of it today, isn't that what Lao Tzu thinks?" Song Zishu's eyes lit up, he glanced at this person approvingly, turned around and swept Xiao Chen, and waved his hand suddenly: "Capture this kid for me, take the broken bow, and just break the two legs and teach a lesson......

The figure was steep, and several fourth-generation disciples immediately surrounded Xiao Chen from all sides, and before he could react, he had thrown a corpse rope at him, and the guy named Yang Fan was estimated to be the most bitter and hateful, and without saying a word, he slammed his fist towards Xiao Chen's shoulder.

"Bang knock!"

"Oops!"

As a thick thump sounded, Yang Fan immediately clutched his fists and grinned back.

"Song Shao, this kid has an evil sect, obviously he has just entered the general rank, the body of the iron corpse has not yet been completed, but the bones of the body are stronger and more steely, and it is estimated that it can be compared with the ordinary king-level bronze corpse. Ouch ......"

When the figure retreated sharply, his mouth kept screaming, and Yang Fan's eyes burst out with a mixture of suspicion and fear, and there was a faint hint of jealousy.

Come to think of it, Xiao Chen's current strength realm is there, obviously he has just entered the general rank, and he is only in the early stage of the iron corpse, but he has already advanced to the late stage of the iron corpse, and he can enter the early stage of the bronze corpse with a small realm, but he directly smashed a few finger bones with a fist, if it is not weird, it is simply unreasonable.

The other fourth-generation disciples were obviously in the same realm and strength, and at this moment, when they saw Yang Fan make a move, they suffered a big loss, and subconsciously suddenly stagnated under their feet, and turned their heads to look at Song Zishu.

Ordinary corpse cultivators, after advancing to the "Emperor-level Silver Corpse" condensed the "Corpse Pill" in their bodies, and since then they can use the "Dark Fire", in addition to the power of their respective "magic weapons", they are fighting for the strength of each other's physical bodies.

After all, the initial corpse qi forging body is actually an alternative body forging method to put it bluntly.

This can be seen from the names of the first few small realms such as "rotting corpse", "iron corpse", "bronze corpse" and so on.

Right now, among several fourth-generation disciples, Yang Fan, who was still at the top of the physical body liliang ranking, suffered a big loss, and the others were naturally dumbfounded for a while.

"Hmph, stinky boy, hide your strength and pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, right? It's just blind to your dog's eyes, Lao Tzu still doesn't believe it, can you still be stronger than the late stage of the king rank?"

With a cold snort, Song Zishu's body flickered, his fingers were put together into a hook, and he slashed directly towards Xiao Chen's front door.

His heart trembled, and Xiao Chen, who was secretly hating, turned around and left.

For Song Zishu's strength, the impression in my memory is very deep.

This person is the leader of the fourth generation of disciples of the entire Underworld Corpse Sect, and his strength has already ranked among the top three. It was already in the late stage of the "King-level Bronze Corpse" a few years ago. The copper tendons and iron bones of a body are very terrifying, and at this moment, they are like hooks, but I am afraid that even if they are scratched on the granite stone, they can deduct a layer of it.

"Want to run, it's too late!

The corners of his mouth were fierce, Song Zishu's body was like an electric shot, and in just an instant, he had already reached Xiao Chen's back, his fingers and claws were like hooks, and he had already put it on Xiao Chen's back shoulder with a slight probe.

"Woohoo!"

"Poof!"

The sound of cracking silk was accompanied by a slight sound of defeat, and Xiao Chen's right shoulder was scratched off a small piece of flesh, and he suddenly gasped in pain.

Since the bloodline in the abyss was activated before, this withered corpse body seemed to slowly burst out with a faint wisp of vitality, if it weren't for this, Xiao Chen wouldn't be able to speak out with difficulty right now.

Rejuvenated, natural pain is felt.

For Xiao Chen, this is a great thing, at least he sees the hope of returning to ordinary flesh and blood in the future, however, once he is injured, this kind of suffering is really undiscounted, which is really unbearable.

Nima's! The tiger is not powerful, you are still my sick cat?! Uncle can bear it, and aunt can't bear it!

There was an inexplicable fire in his heart, and Qin Luo secretly hated it.

"Roar!"

With a painful cry, Xiao Chen suddenly turned around and punched him in a fit of rage, who knows......

"Bang knock!"

At this time, there was a sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and then his entire body was lifted and kicked by Song Zishu and flew out upside down.

"Horn!" landed on the slope of the wreckage a few feet away.

"Hehe, a dead dog is a dead dog, Ben Shao will solve it by raising his hand!" Shot Xiao Chen away, the corners of Song Zishu's mouth once again hooked up a touch of disdain, and coldly swept Xiao Chen a few feet away, it seemed that there was no interest in continuing.

Turning his head and glancing at Yang Fan, he waved his hand and said, "Go, bring the broken bow to Ben Shao, by the way...... Lift this kid up and throw him into the abyss to sober him up, hehe, so that he can understand that not everyone is something he can afford to mess with...... Oh, by the way, don't you have another rope for your kid, and remember to tie me up before you throw it down......"

As he spoke, seeing that Yang Fan beside him had already taken out the corpse rope from his arms with a sinister smile, Song Zishu smiled disdainfully, turned around and left.

"Hehe, Xiao Chenzi, uncle, don't worry, this time, we will definitely tie you strong, can you swim back again, even if your creation, quack ......"

"Rope of Corpses...... Bundle!"

With a grin, Yang Fan's face sank suddenly, and he pointed his hand at Xiao Chen with a loud shout, and the thick black rope in his palm immediately shot straight towards Xiao Chen like a spiritual snake.

"Die!"

Struggling to get up from the ground, Xiao Chen stared at the few people in front of him with bloody eyes, and silently recited the few obscure words in his mind with a roar, instantly urging the "corpse talisman" he had just obtained......