I saw that Xing Jun in front of Beihe had a huge change compared to that year.

It is extremely tall and bloated, with an arched hump on its back. Behind him, there is a long tail covered with fleshy spines.

"It's ...... The Evil Corpse of Mantuo!"

Beihe was just stunned for a moment, and then opened his mouth in a little surprise.

The so-called Mantuo evil corpse is also a mutated physique of the corpse, which is the same as the golden body Yaksha and the Tiankui silver corpse.

But what shocked Beihe was that the Mantuo Evil Corpse was much rarer than the Golden Body Yaksha and the Tiankui Silver Corpse, and in the case of cultivation at the same level, its strength was also stronger. The form of the Mantuo evil corpse can be said to be the existence with the strongest cultivation talent among the corpse refining bodies.

Thinking of the various supernatural powers and powers of the Mantuo Evil Corpse, Beihe became more and more incredulous.

Ji Wuya was able to advance to the Golden Body Yaksha, it was because of chance and his assistance.

But Xing Jun just refined it into a refining corpse, a golden armor refining corpse cultivated in the infancy of an ordinary yuan, and it is simply impossible to evolve into a barbarian evil corpse without the help of external objects.

Bei He secretly said in his heart, could it be that after he left, Xing Jun still encountered some great opportunities on the Southern Earth Continent.

The more I think about Beihe, the more I feel that this possibility is not impossible.

"Beihe! I have already given birth to my own intelligence, why do you have to work hard!"

Just when Beihe thought so, he only heard Xing Jun in front of him look at him and speak.

Hearing this, Bei He looked at him with a strange expression, and then said: "You are just a refining corpse refined by Bei, if there is no Bei, you are still just a dead corpse now, what qualifications do you have to say such things to Bei!"

Xing Jun gritted his teeth, "It seems that you don't plan to let me go!"

"Humph!"

What answered him was a cold snort from Beihe.

At this moment, from Xing Jun's body, he felt a fluctuation in the cultivation of the early stage of deorquence, but his breath was not stable, and he thought that the other party should have just broken through.

He also had some forbidden means on Xing Jun's body, so after Xing Jun saw him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, and he was extremely jealous.

"In this case, then I have to fight hard, it's a big deal to break the net with you!"

"The fish is dead and ......the net is broken," Beihe chuckled, "I really don't know where you got the courage." ”

Xing Jun didn't mean to talk nonsense about this, I saw him grab his five fingers out of thin air, and then in his hand, there was an extra blood-colored flag.

As soon as he took it out, the banner was windless and automatic, and there was a loud noise.

"Blood Soul Banner!"

After seeing this, Beihe was surprised.

This thing is the magic weapon he left to Xing Jun back then, allowing him to devour the internal yin qi so that he could break through to the mortal stage.

"Huh!"

And what surprised him even more was that he also found that the damaged place on the Blood Soul Banner had become intact at some point, and it had been repaired.

This Blood Soul Banner artifact belonged to a high-level alien monk who fell on the Southern Earth Continent, and it was impossible for Xing Jun to repair this artifact.

In addition, in Beihe's opinion, a person who can repair the Blood Soul Banner not only needs at least a dust-free period of cultivation, but also has an extremely high refining attainment.

Xing Jun has just broken through to the stage of breaking through to the mortal stage, and most of them have just broken free from the Southern Earth Continent, so he has encountered some masters.

"Die!"

When Beihe thought of this in his heart, he only heard a sudden burst of cheers from the march ahead.

"Boom la la ......"

In the next breath, he waved the Blood Soul Banner towards the North River.

I saw that the size of the blood-colored banner skyrocketed, like a layer of black waves, rolling towards the top of the North River.

From the flag, a strong yin aura poured out, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

Beihe stopped in place and did not move, and when he raised his head, he saw that the Blood Soul Banner had turned into hundreds of zhang, suspended above his head, like a black oppressive sky.

"Drink!"

Seeing that he was indifferent, Xing Jun burst into a loud cry in his mouth in ecstasy, and with a "hum", the huge blood soul banner trembled.

"Hula...... Hula...... Hula ......"

Then black shadows poured out from the flags overhead.

If you look closely, these black shadows are hideous-looking souls.

It's just that the breath of these souls is not strong, the highest is only the Yuan Infant Stage, and the vast majority of them are only in the Dan Formation Period.

After Xing Jun broke through to the Mortal Stage, he went on a killing spree on the Southern Earth Continent, slaughtering many monks to sacrifice this Blood Soul Banner, and these soul demons were also those low-level monks on the Southern Earth Continent.

After many soul demons appeared, the Blood Soul Banner suddenly sank towards the Beihe River below, and calmed down with an astonishing coercion.

"Assert ......"

Not only that, but one after another screams came out of the mouth of the blood soul, making people upset and their scalps numb.

Seeing that the Blood Soul Banner was suppressed, Bei He withdrew his gaze from this object and looked at the march in front of him again, with an obvious look of sarcasm on his face.

Then he stretched out his hand, his fingers pinching slightly, his lips opening and closing, as if he had words.

"Ahh

As his movements fell, a scream suddenly came from the mouth of Xing Jun in front of him.

I saw that a round blood-colored rune appeared on his chest, and there was a loud sound. Under the corrosion, wisps of green smoke rose from Xing Jun's chest. At the same time, the blood in his body began to rush in the veins of his limbs in an extremely disordered manner, making him feel uncontrollable about his body.

At the last moment, Xing Jun gritted his teeth, and the huge hump black light on his back flashed, and wisps of black silk threads diffused from the hump and surged towards his chest. When these black silk threads wrapped around the blood-colored runes on his chest, the blood-colored runes suddenly darkened.

At the same time, the disorder in Xing Jun's body calmed down a lot.

"Give me town!"

Xing Jun, who seized the opportunity, roared again.

"Click!"

Suddenly, Beihe only felt an astonishing coercion condensed around him, making it difficult for him to move.

Then the hideous faces above his head, as well as a large area of yin and evil qi, skyrocketed in speed, drowning him in it in an instant.

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The marching army in the distance was overjoyed, their fingers pinched rapidly, and one after another shot out.

I saw that the large piece of soul and evil qi that enveloped Beihe began to shrink sharply, and finally turned into a black ball several zhang in size.

Xing Jun's figure was a flower, but the speed of his huge body was extremely fast, and he swept towards the black ball in front of him, and he was close in the blink of an eye.

It's just that he didn't have time to use any means, and suddenly he saw a black ball the size of several zhang, which contracted wildly again.

One of the souls screamed in horror, and then these souls were about to retreat like a tide.

At this moment, an astonishing suction force enveloped many souls and the spreading yin evil qi. In the next breath, these souls and strong yin qi were pulled by the suction force and continued to contract.

Xing Jun could clearly feel that the many souls that had been refined by him were constantly being devoured by one body at the moment.

Just a breath, a lot of soul evil and yin evil qi disappeared without a trace.

In the same place, Beihe was the only one left, and at this time he was still shrouded in a puff of gray-white smoke.

This gray-white smoke is the spirit smoke.

Although Xing Jun has some means, he is only a few low-level souls, how to fight against the spirit and ghost smoke of Beihe.

Xing Jun was furious, and the hump on his back once again filled with strands of black silk, this time swimming towards his whole body.

As his tall body shook, strands of black silk stranded from him, and with a roar, they exploded towards Beihe, which was shrouded in spirit ghost smoke.

"Hmph! I really think I'm good at it!"

I only heard Beihe say coldly.

"Hula!"

Then a fierce black flame gushed out from it, burning on many black filaments.

With a loud explosion, wisps of black filaments burst open.

Xing Jun leaned forward, clenched his five fingers, and blasted his fist at Beihe in the gray-white smoke in front of him.

Since the supernatural power is not Beihe's opponent, then the only way to try it is to try the power of the flesh.

After he advanced to the Barbarian Evil Corpse, the strength of his physical body skyrocketed by more than ten times, even if he only had the cultivation of the early stage of Mortal Transformation, but the monks below the dustless stage, he thought that he could be hard.

"Bang!"

Just as his punch was about to blast into the spirit smoke, a seemingly slender palm poked out and grabbed his fist.

In just this moment, Xing Jun's punch that rushed out did not move at all, and it was useless to let his arm tremble wildly. Beihe's five fingers are as unbreakable as iron tongs.

Not only that, after grabbing him, Bei He in the spirit ghost smoke pulled hard, and Xing Jun's figure took a step forward uncontrollably, and was directly dragged into the spirit ghost smoke.

followed with another "bang", this time it was his neck, which was pinched by Beihe.

"Hmm!"

As Bei He's five fingers pinched hard, he snorted in his mouth, and at the same time, his face suddenly turned pale.

Suddenly looking up, he was facing Beihe's cold gaze.

Xing Jun thought that he now had the capital to fight against Beihe, but the final result was that he still couldn't stir up the storm in the hands of the original owner.

With all his means, Beihe didn't even move a single step from the spot, and he fell into his hands.