The secret meeting of the Three Corpses Sect in the huge palace is over.

Just after the eight hundred corpse masters had all turned into smoke and dispersed, above the southwest ink soil territory, eight ink earth mountain ranges in different directions suddenly shook.

These Motu Mountains rose from the ground, rising up the gates of huge palaces hidden under the mountains, and the eight mountain ranges rose from the ground, representing the gates of the eight palaces, and these eight mountain gates were the places where the eight corpse masters were located.

If someone looked down from the height directly above the ink soil, they would be surprised to find that the Three Corpses Sect of the Nether Realm was guarded in eight directions by eight hundred corpse masters, and in the middle was the huge palace where the nine black-robed people were in the secret meeting just now.

The four directions of east, west, south, and north are guarded by the four hundred corpse masters of madness, copper, Geng, and devouring, while the four directions of northeast, southeast, southwest, and northwest are guarded by the four hundred corpse masters of Bai, greed, sin, and cloud.

The layout of the mountain gate of the Three Corpses Sect is extremely exquisite, and it seems that the eight hundred corpse masters and the luxurious town guard mountain gate are specially set up here, but no one knows what this layout is for.

At this moment, inside the mountain gate due east, from the gate of the palace that rose from the ground to the underground, a figure suddenly appeared on the throne, and this figure was the bronze corpse that had just returned from the secret meeting.

"Hmph, that guy from the white corpse, he doesn't take the deity seriously anymore, the strength of the white corpse has grown rapidly over the years, and if it continues like this, I'm afraid it will pose some threats to the deity. ”

The bronze corpse sat on his own throne, squinting his eyes and speaking calmly, as if he was quite dissatisfied with the tone in which the white corpse spoke to him during the secret meeting just now.

Under the throne, there were many black-robed people standing together, and these black-robed people belonged to the bronze corpse.

After a moment of silence, the bronze corpse's eyes flashed, and he gently closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, the sharp light in his eyes was gone, replaced by a touch of calm.

"Go, continue to stare at the vain movements. ”

After the bronze corpse commanded, the countless black-robed people under his throne all dispersed, leaving the bronze corpse alone in the empty hall.

The bronze corpse grinned, and with a wave of his right hand, he gulped a handful of smoke-like things and began to chew.

The bronze corpse looked sickly comfortable and let out a disgusting sigh.

"Ah...... Delicious soul ......"

......

At the same time, in the dungeon of the mountain range in the northeast, there is also a throne, but on this throne, a white corpse emerges.

After the white corpse descended on the throne, it also squinted its eyes, as if it was a little puzzled by the content of this secret meeting.

But the order of the corpse king and luxury, he white corpse did not dare to disobey, and after thinking for a while, the white corpse opened his mouth to the black-robed man seated and ordered.

"Call the final foal. ”

The black-robed man bowed his head and said yes, and immediately retreated.

The white corpse frowned and stood up from his throne, the dark red pupils hidden in the black robe emitting a strange glow.

"Hao specially arranged for me and the mad corpse to attack the Xianmu Pavilion caravan...... Why is that...... The meaning of the Corpse King does not seem to be simple......"

The white corpse was thoughtful, frowning slightly, as if he didn't know how to start.

After a while, from the outside of the main hall, a slightly rickety figure walked in, this figure had an ugly face and many scars on his face.

The rickety figure walked to the white corpse seat and knelt down without saying a word.

"Meet the corpse master. ”

The white corpse turned his head, and his dark red eyes stared at the rickety figure, without saying a word.

This rickety figure is the same person who came to the Southern Regions a few months ago, claiming to be looking for the Three Corpses Avenue!

The white corpse was silent, and his cold gaze made Zhong Yuanju very uncomfortable, and being stared at by the corpse master, Zhong Yuanju only felt that his soul was trembling.

"Zhong Yuanju, how long have you been here with the deity?"

Zhong Yuanju recalled it in his mind and immediately spoke.

"Back to the corpse master, the disciple has been here for several months, but the disciple really can't remember the specific months. ”

The white corpse's eyes showed a strange glow, and then he spoke.

"When you were in Motu that day, you said that you were looking for the Three Corpses Avenue, so the deity asked you, what do you think is the Three Corpses Avenue?"

Zhong Yuanju was stunned for a moment, blinking, as if he couldn't think of why the white corpse would ask him such a question.

After thinking about it again and again, Zhong Yuanju did not have an accurate answer in his heart, he was adopted by his master Pan Lihai since he was a child, and Pan Lihai once said that he himself used to be a disciple of the Three Corpses Sect of the Central Great Domain.

It's just that later, Pan Lihai was expelled from the division by the Three Corpses Sect for some reasons, and the cultivation and techniques of the final Yuanju were all taught by Pan Lihai, to put it bluntly, it was actually the practice of the Three Corpses Sect.

After the dispute between the core disciples at that time was over, Zhong Yuanju once asked his master Pan Lihai which side he should choose to continue his cultivation after arriving at the central domain.

At that time, Pan Lihai was silent for a long, long time, and still said such a place as the Southern Motu Three Corpse Sect.

So the final foal came, and he came without regrets.

For Zhong Yuanju, he didn't know who his parents were since he was a child, and Shizun was his father, since Shizun asked him to come to find the Three Corpses Sect, he would continue to look for the Three Corpses Sect, which made no sense.

As for the Three Corpses Dao, Zhong Yuanju didn't know what it was, only knew that the 'Three Corpses' referred to some bad things on the monk's body, and in the past few months with the White Corpse, the White Corpse had not taught him any exercises, but only let him practice penances in the Soul Refining Pool.

After the final Yuanju stepped into the Yuanying, the soul refining technique had been cultivated, but the white corpse was still not satisfied, and let him soak his body in the soul refining pool as always.

Today, when he finally waited for the white corpse to summon him, Zhong Yuanju never expected that the white corpse would ask him such a strange question.

"Back to the corpse master, the disciple doesn't know, the Three Corpses Avenue is too profound, and the disciple has not yet comprehended it. ”

Zhong Yuanju sighed secretly and spoke softly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the interest of the white corpse, so the more he spoke, the quieter his voice became.

The white corpse shook his head slightly, and no longer asked, recalling the thought-provoking words of the Corpse King and Hao today in his mind.

It didn't take long for the white corpse to give instructions to the final yuanju.

"You've been soaking in the Soul Refining Pool for a long time, and I called you here today to let you go out and do something for the deity. ”

Zhong Yuanju's eyes flashed, and he raised his head to look up at the white corpse.

The white corpse smiled lightly, and under the opening and closing of his lips, the pupils of the final Yuanju shrank slightly.

"Go for the deity to find trouble with the Xianmu Pavilion. ”

......

"Brother Shan! It's coming! Let's be fast! Hahahahaha!"

A man was naked, trotted up to Tan Shan, and said with a smile, and he could hear that his tone was very pleasant, as if the long-term depression had been dispersed and emptied.

Tan Shan laughed, stretched out his hand and slapped the man on the head, and scolded with a smile.

"What's going on, it's incoherent, get out of the back and watch the goods!"

The man rubbed his head, and also smiled at Tan Shan, so he turned around and ran towards the long line behind him.

Tan Shan smiled knowingly, he knew in his heart that in fact, what the man said was fast, which meant that they were finally about to walk out of the ink land belt.

These days, the turmoil caused by the Three Corpses Sect in the south can be said to have tormented everyone in the caravan very tired, although everyone didn't say it on the surface, but Tan Shan didn't know, in fact, these men were very afraid in their hearts.

Because the one who caused the storm was, after all, the Three Corpses Sect of the Evil Vein, and the Three Corpses Sect had always acted extremely ruthlessly, and few of the caravans attacked survived.

The caravan he was in, although it was an Immortal Pavilion caravan, with a big 'immortal' flag, but in this dark area, it was inevitable that it would be affected by that invisible pressure, not to mention that there were still prying eyes of the Three Corpse Sects around.

But fortunately, in two days, you will be able to get out of the ink soil, and by that time, the caravan will have stepped into the peaceful area of the central domain, and no matter how long the hand of the Three Corpse Sect is, it will not be able to reach there.

The whole caravan seemed to be in this way, whether it was the monk in charge or the merchant in charge of the trade, and all of them had the joy and joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

Tan Shan was the same, striding at the front of the team, holding a broken knife in his hand, striding forward, thinking in his heart that it was his Taoist companion Zhuo Qian'er.

Tan Shan smiled, flipped his right hand, and took out the jade pendant that Zhuo Qian'er gave him again, took it in his hand and stroked it gently.

Seeing this, a man on the side leaned over and glanced at it, cleared his throat, and said as if he was joking.

"Brother Shan, are you thinking about Sister Qian'er again?"

Tan Shan laughed, and was about to raise his head and slap the man's head.

At this moment, Tan Shan suddenly frowned, and the slap he picked up changed his movements, and he grabbed the broken knife at his waist like lightning, and swung it out towards the front.

"Who!"

Tan Shan swung his sword, raised his left hand and waved his hand, so that the caravan stopped, and several monks in charge of the affairs immediately flew to the front of the caravan, side by side with Tan Shan, looking cautiously ahead.

Suddenly, from both sides of the road directly in front of Tan Shan, several black-robed people slowly walked out, and these black-robed people walked out quietly without saying a word, blocking the way forward for Tan Shan.

Tan Shan's right hand tightened, and he gripped the handle of the knife tightly, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his angular face.

"Three Corpses Sect ......"

Tan Shan clenched his teeth, and the three words of the Three Corpse Sect popped out from between his teeth, and then he squinted his eyes and cautiously looked at the few black-robed people standing not far away.

He couldn't see through the aura of these black-robed people......

In his opinion, these black-robed people seemed to not exist, and if there were really black-robed people standing there, he would have wondered if he was hallucinating.

Two days to go!

I'm going to leave this ink soil in two days!

Why is it that today, the Three Corpses Sect will suddenly attack!

Tan Shan frowned, and the few people around him swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and their faces were extremely embarrassed.

After all, the pressure brought to these caravans by the Three Corpses Sect was too great!

In silence, Tan Shan took a step forward and spoke loudly.

"The Taoist friend of the Three Corpses Sect, in Xia Tan Mountain, is the caravan of the Immortal Mu Pavilion of Yunyang City, if it is a Taoist friend, ......"

Before Tan Shan's words fell, he saw those black-robed people slowly retreat to both sides, and gradually walked out of a figure from behind the black-robed people.

The figure was hunched up, its ugly face was covered with strange scars, and at this moment it was staring at the front of the black-robed man with a sneer.

"Who am I, it turned out to be you, it's really a narrow road, what's the matter, don't you remember me? But it doesn't matter, I'll refine your soul in a while, and you'll remember me." ”

Zhong Yuanju smiled, waved his big hand, and everyone only heard the sound of 'boom', and at the right hand of Zhong Yuanju, a wooden coffin suddenly appeared standing on the ground.

There was a deep mark on the wooden coffin, as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon.

Tan Shan saw the ugly man opposite, and the wooden coffin......

Pupils shrank suddenly......