This bewitching and plump body seemed to bring great fear to the golden corpse, and the corpse cloud dispersed, revealing a carcass completely shrouded in a reddish blood mist.

It can be seen that this is a woman, and her gestures are charming, although her appearance is difficult to peep, but she must have the color of a city and a country.

The woman held a scepter that shimmered with a strange red light, and if she looked closely, the pale ancient staff was hung with blood, and each bloodshot burst into a crystal light, as if it had life.

"Roar!"

The golden corpse roared angrily, glanced at Xiao Chen, who was floating, and without saying a word, turned his head and was about to leave. It's just that as soon as it moved, the mysterious woman who was surrounded by blood made a move, she first chuckled, then spread out her palm, and with a gentle blow, a stream of bright red gas like pollen rushed towards the golden corpse, spreading rapidly, and soon covered the golden corpse.

The golden corpse kept struggling, its blood churning, and roaring inexplicably, but the red qi that enveloped it was like a cage, no matter how much it struggled, it was useless.

Immediately, after a while, the golden corpse finally quieted down, standing motionless in the air like a puppet, and the blood mist on its body also dispersed.

The woman who suddenly appeared slowly walked to Xiao Chen's side, lowered her head, and seemed to be examining the seriously injured body.

Gradually, a red fog drifted in, enveloping the void within a radius of 100 meters, forming a special space that could not be peeped into.

On the other side, Feng Buhua, who had been meditating and cultivating in his own cave mansion, seemed to suddenly notice something, and suddenly got up from the futon, his face was extremely pale, but his eyes burst out with a terrifying light. Just now, he found that the divine thoughts attached to the golden corpse had been cut off by a mysterious force, causing him to completely lose control of the golden corpse.

"How so?"

Feng Buhua's heart shook, you know, he is a spiritual level powerhouse, and he can be regarded as a group of people standing at the top of the pyramid in the God Forsaken Continent.

Although his divine sense is not as good as that of the sect master, it is not something that anyone can cut off, at least in the one-third of an acre of the Underworld Corpse Sect, anyone who wants to take a golden corpse from his hand can be counted in a single slap.

"Xiao Chen!"

The figure of Wind Immortal swept out of the hole, a name that he would never have faced before.

Song Zishu's lips were purple, and he was holding Yin Qianqian, who had fainted in his arms, and when he fled just now, he took away Yin Qianqian who was floating on the surface of the Abyss Pool.

Looking at the bright red void in the distant sky, his throat rolled and he swallowed, he knew that if he left a little later, he was afraid that he would end up like the golden corpse.

Although he didn't see how the golden corpse fought against that mysterious powerhouse, relying on his intuition, he knew that the golden corpse was no match for that person at all.

Damn Xiao Chen, where the hell did this kid come out of a monster?

At this moment, Song Zishu was furious, turned around and swept farther away.

......

In the darkness, Xiao Chen felt as if he was floating in the form of a soul, and he could vaguely see that at the very front of the darkness, there was a Tai Chi pattern slowly rotating, and the black and white filaments of light slowly spread out, expelling the black curtain and making him feel warm in the cold.

He knew it was the power of withering glory at work.

"Am I not dead?"

A happy thought flashed from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't have time to rejoice, but suddenly found a cloud of red mist floating towards him, and soon approached him. Instantly, a woman who almost exposed her perfect curves revealed her figure out of thin air.

As if sensing his thoughts, the woman's lips opened slightly, and she kissed him like a dragonfly on the body of his soul.

Xiao Chen's soul shook, his ethereal body trembled, and then his consciousness suddenly returned to his body, and he opened his eyes, but he woke up from a coma.

When he opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was the golden corpse that was as dumb as a wooden chicken, and then a woman who was gently running her fingers across the skin of his chest.

He looked at it with affection, although the woman in front of him was covered by the light blood, wasn't it the woman who kissed him in the dark when his consciousness was chaotic just now?

"Who are you?"

Xiao Chen asked subconsciously, his spirit highly tense.

However, when the words fell, he had some enlightenment, and a feeling of blood connection swept through his heart. The one in front of him is the same as the drought, a slave of his mind, and he also manifests himself from the smoke of desire. This Yan slave is one of the four ancestors of the corpse path who is as famous as the drought and the generals--- Houqing!

Judging from his behavior, this Yan slave is completely different from the cold and frosty character of the drought, and his posture is even more debauched and frivolous.

In ancient times, Hou Qing was famous all over the world, and it was rumored that his appearance was the best in ancient and modern times, and there were few people who could compete with him in terms of appearance.

Through the heart-to-heart connection, Xiao Chen knew that his new slave had solved his troubles for him in a dangerous situation, not only controlling the golden corpse, but also saving his life.

But......

"Nima, is this a woman for Mao?!"

Xiao Chen's heart is very uneasy, when he was on the earth, he often saw some ghosts and strange ambitions, he clearly remembered that among the four ancestors of the corpse path, only the drought was a woman, and the other three were all men.

Remembering that Hou Qing even kissed himself just now, Xiao Chen suddenly affirmed the idea in his heart, and felt a chill.

He hurriedly opened Hou Qing's hand to caress his body, glared and said, "Don't be fussy with me!"

The blood mist wrapped around Hou Qing's body churned, and it seemed that she felt the thoughts in Xiao Chen's heart.

"What are you going to do?!"

Xiao Chen shouted in some horror, his expression was out of order.

Seeing that Hou Qing suddenly took off a light red gauze draped on his body, as soon as the gauze fell, the white body as white as jade suddenly appeared in Xiao Chen's eyes, the firm and round twin peaks, a little pink and slightly cute navel, in an instant, the blood in Xiao Chen's body began to boil, and his heart was extremely hot.

What's even more odious is that Hou Qing also held up Xiao Chen's palm, letting his fingertips touch his almost perfect body little by little.

A tingling sensation like electricity passed from his fingers into his brain, making Xiao Chen both painful and happy.

"Stop!

Seeing Xiao Chen's shy appearance, this Yan slave was very interested, as if he was addicted to playing, and he wanted to rely on Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen suddenly moved sideways and quickly avoided it, his ears were extremely red, his mouth was panting, he glared at Hou Qing angrily, and motioned for her to be respectful.

In Xiao Chen's heart, he has already labeled this slave as a transvestite, a pseudo-girl, and a series of labels, and it is good to have such a beautiful woman by his side.

But he needs the real thing, not the fake.

In contrast, he prefers to have a bad idea about the drought, and then the queen will forget it, although he knows that with the character of the drought, if there is no major incident, he will never take care of him.

In addition, the current drought still seems to be a skeleton.

Xiao Chen's whole person immediately got up.

Seeing that Xiao Chen was a little angry, Hou Qing also put away her ** heart, but from her eyes that she had been looking at Xiao Chen, it was not difficult to see that it was temporary to stop, and sooner or later she would continue to tease Xiao Chen.

"Song Zishu ran away?!"

Through mental communication, Xiao Chen learned that the culprit of all this had fled, and that guy was very clever, and he would lie when he saw something wrong.

Immediately, he landed on the surface of the Abyssal Pool, and although he found several corpses, there was no shadow of Yin Qianqian among them.

Xiao Chen's expression suddenly became gloomy, no matter what, no matter how much he hated that girl, this time he suffered because of him.

"Feng Buhua, Song Zhang, Song Zishu, let's see!"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly, his face cold.

He is not a person with a good character, and the clay man also has three points of fire, not to mention that he has faintly realized a trace of corpse cultivation?

Moreover, these people have made it difficult for him many times in the sect, although they secretly have Long Jiu's help, but in the final analysis, his strength is not good, if he has strong strength, it is not a matter of turning over a few people.

However, what made him happiest was that he broke through and was promoted from the early stage of the royal rank to the middle stage.

This is called breaking and then standing!

Xiao Chen felt that all this should be related to the withering glory and ancient decision, Long Jiu once said that first withered and then glorious, and died first and then lived. What happened to him this time was also in line with the mystery of the Kurong Ancient Formula, and even in a coma, he could see the small ball of Kurong in his body working to repair his vitality.

Rumble!

Just as Xiao Chen was pondering, a deafening roar suddenly came from the void in the distance, and the corpse qi of the nearby abyss vibrated with great momentum.

"What's the situation?!"

Before he could react, Hou Qing on the side seemed to sense something, and the figure suddenly shot out and disappeared away in an instant.

"Wait for me!"

Xiao Chen shouted and hurriedly followed.

"It's a beast's roar, could it be that another primeval beast has appeared?!"

The speed of Hou Qing and the golden corpse was too fast, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye, Xiao Chen's realm was so low that it was difficult to keep up, and in the end he could only stop his body and give up following, the earth-shattering roar sounded one after another, and farther and farther away, and soon there was no movement, and the surroundings returned to calm.

"His grandmother's, why is it like this!"

Xiao Chen was a little angry, this Hou Qing was the same as that drought, he ignored his existence at the critical moment, and left on his own.

This made Xiao Chen hurt his self-esteem very much, he, as a master, was not even as good as his slaves, what was the strength of this life......

Soon, he was worried about Yin Qianqian, although he was taken away by Song Zishu, but Yin Qianqian should not be in any danger for a while, after all, she is the granddaughter of the Great Elder, even if Song Zishu has a few more courages, he will not dare to kill him.

If Yin Qianqian died, even with the blessing of Song Zhang and Feng Buhua, he would not be able to escape the wrath of the Great Elder.

But there is a chance in everything, I just hope that Song Zishu will not make a mistake!

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a lot more relaxed, and fell into the abyss again, and began to look for those rotting corpses that had been up and down for countless years, and continued to find the Stygian Crystal and the Stygian Flower.

However, at this moment, something big happened in another part of the abyss!