"I don't believe it, this Mao Stiff can beat me without the master's control?" Ximen Tian sneered, crushed a few medium-grade spirit stones in his hand, and quickly refined them in this cave.

"How is this possible?" Zong repeatedly had a hideous face, and spit out a few mouthfuls of essence blood, obviously suffering a great loss of vitality.

Just now, if he wasn't afraid of the consumption of the big array, and let the heavy formations cooperate with his corpse puppet, the victory or defeat might be two words.

"Let me see, what other tricks do you have?" Ximen Tian cautiously walked towards the depths of the cave.

The caves everywhere were dripping with water, and those with rich yin qi could form frost, which was obviously not an ordinary place for the corpse sect to cultivate.

"The boy of the Corpse Sect, when this king comes out, you will definitely be better off alive than dead. "It seems that he sensed that Zong's vitality was greatly damaged, and the things in the wooden coffin that had been struck by the thousand-year-old purple gold lightning seemed to be struggling even more, and there was a faint tendency to break through the seal.

More than a dozen Nine Yin Soul Suppression Nails on the coffin slowly warped up, and the mysterious golden runes on its seal flashed one after another, and the signs of shattering became more and more obvious.

"Don't think about it. Zong repeatedly lowered his heart and sacrificed the Soul Summoning Pan, and countless powerful ghosts accumulated over the years swarmed out of the entrance of the cave. He used a forbidden technique, frantically squeezing his own Dao Ji, and forcibly suppressed the things in the coffin for a short time.

"Immortal cultivator, it's a good thing for me to become famous in the immortal cultivation world, I don't live, and you don't want to live!" The elder of this corpse sect knew that refining was hopeless, and his resentful gaze turned out of the cave entrance. He didn't expect that such a powerful immortal cultivator would appear in such a poor and remote place!

"Give me back my life...... strong resentment filled the entire deep cave, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the caves that extended in all directions.

"So many ghosts. Ximentian's eyes seemed to be blocked by something, and his eyes were gray. I only felt that the wind around me was gusting, and a miserable sound sounded in my ears, and the temperature in the cave dropped a few points.

Ximen Tian's hair rose suddenly, and when he picked up the green cylinder sword, there was a flurry of dancing, and many powerful ghosts were wiped out under the sword, and the already heavy evil qi on his body became even stronger, and the resentment filled his heart, and there was a faint tendency to transform into karma.

"Hold on to the altar. Ximen Tian seemed to notice something unusual, regardless of the ghost's bite, he sat cross-legged, and the direction of gossip centered on him took shape in turn.

Since he couldn't see it, he simply closed his eyes, and the two qi of yin and yang circled at the intersection of the dantian. The roaring sound in the spiritual platform gradually weakened, and Ximentian's consciousness gradually cleared, his eyes opened, and the meaning of agility appeared.

Under the cover of white clothes, there is a rotating Taiji diagram. Leaving the position, the crimson color jumped out.

"Go. Nanming Lihuo rushed to all directions in an instant, and the fierce ghosts who ignored the fire disappeared one after another under the burning of the fire, and the miserable howls were endless.

"Dust to dust, dust to dust. Ximen Tian glanced at these powerful ghosts and couldn't help but sigh. These ghosts were innocent in their lifetimes, and after being brutally tortured and killed, they practiced into the Soul Conjuring Python, and the marks on their souls tortured them all the time, or they were devoured by people, or they were wiped out, and they were all immortal.

As soon as Ximen Tian closed away from the fire, the space ring was touched, and a yellowed Buddhist scripture appeared in his hand. This is the Sutra of Transcendence included in the Huidao League, with three mantras of the past life.

Bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out of the mouth of Ximen Tian, condensing into a simple and peaceful symbol in mid-air. The spiritual power of Zidantian radiated regularly with his recitation, slowly merging with the powerful ghosts. The brand of the conjuring spirit plate gradually disintegrated, and the resentment that condensed the ghost also dissipated.

"Thank you. Whether it is men, women or children, the original hideous and terrifying faces have been dissolved, and they all show happy and peaceful smiles.

"What!" Zong's eyes repeatedly showed a look of despair, the magic weapon he had worked so hard to condense was shattered under the double blow of the strange flames and the death spell, and all the powerful ghosts in it disappeared in an instant.

"Good. Ximen Tianchang recited a Buddha name, and suddenly a cold glint appeared in his eyes, and a sword light went out of the sky. The soul of the conjuring beast hidden among the ghosts let out a miserable cry.

"Since you still don't understand, don't blame me for being ruthless. Ximen Tian stood up, and Nan Ming surged out of the fire, refining the main soul alive.

"Next, it's you. A white robe fluttered in the wind, and the sword in his hand drew sparks on the ground.

"I didn't offend you, why should I kill them all!" Zong repeatedly heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and shouted unwillingly, and stuffed the elixir in the space ring into his mouth as if he didn't want money.

"Do you want you to subdue the monster and continue to be evil in the world in the future?" Ximen Tian didn't seem to be nervous, just walked towards the depths of the cave step by step. The sword qi around his body flew around, blocking all futile attacks.

"We can talk, I can be your servant. Zong repeatedly showed a look of struggle on his face, but in order to survive, he had to do so.

The elder of the dignified corpse sect did not expect to be forced to such a point by a person from the mortal realm.

"Excuse me. A white figure came into Zong Xu's eyes, and the young man was holding a sword in his hand, looking at it with a smile.

"I'm the elder of the Corpse Sect, if you dare to ......" Zong Zong's face turned pale and terrifying, even if he fell into such a situation, he still didn't forget to threaten.

"Sting. Ximen Tian pointed his fingers and pointed at his sword, just like this, a harsh sound came out in the cave, and under Zong Yi's black clothes, he was still wearing silver armor.

"Hmm, you're saying I don't dare to kill you, I don't know how many swords your armor can hold me back. Ximen Tian looked at the tired Zong Cheng with interest, but he did not relent.

Zong repeatedly only felt a chill on his neck, and suddenly his soul was overflowing, and his face showed an extremely resentful look in an instant.

"Don't stare at me like that. Ximen Tian showed a look of disgust, and the green cylinder sword rested on Zong Xu's neck. Although he has killed countless people, he has also repaid his kindness and revenge, and what he hated most in his life was people who killed innocents indiscriminately and sacrificed others for their own selfish interests.

"Good. Zong Zheng's three-point human-like and seven-point-ghost-like face was full of madness, and he saw that as soon as his whole body's spiritual power was collected, he stretched out his hand to remove the talisman sealed in the coffin.

"Death!" Ximen Tian raised his long sword and was about to finish him off, but his face changed, and he was hit by an invisible aura, and smashed into the cave like a kite with a broken string, stirring up pieces of rubble.

The entire cave suddenly let out a violent tremor, and the thousand-year-old purple gold lightning strike wooden coffin in front of Zong Xuan disappeared at some point.

"This king has finally come out. With a wanton laugh, the corpse qi centered on the coffin just now spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, the mountain and all the flowers and trees around it quickly withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ximen Tian was in severe pain, and when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, his heart was full of shock.

The dignified immortal cultivator turned into a dried corpse in the blink of an eye under the fingers of this monster!

It turned its head, and for a moment it met Simontian's eyes......

"Boom. Ximen Tian swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly slapped himself twice.