Ten Thousand Corpses Mountain.

Above the ground is a corpse mound, and below the ground there was originally a large lake!

Wang Zimo was still being pressed down by Optimus Prime. The surroundings were filled with corpse oil, and it was impossible to tell where it had fallen, but from the depth of the descent, it seemed that it had reached below the ground, and it continued to fall.

The further down it goes, the thicker the oil becomes.

A python-sized corpse insect pounced with its mouthparts open, trying to devour the prince who had broken into his sphere of influence.

However, they had no eyes, and before they could get close, they were roasted to death by the blazing heat, and then the corpse oil around them began to boil, and the corpse insects were frightened and fled in all directions.

It took another stick of incense to drop until he heard a "ding", and the pain under his buttocks was like a pinprick, and it was actually a crack in the pole, and a bolt of lightning submerged into the body, finding the weakest part of the body and rushing out.

"Smack!"

"Shhh

"Too much deception!

The prince looked up at the sky in silence, his eyes were mad!

At this time, Lightning Optimus Prime has already consumed more than half of it, and the polar pillar covered with cracks will definitely not be able to withstand the remaining attacks!

"Bang!

Wang Zimo's breasts exploded one after another!

"Ahh

His hair was disheveled, his whole body crackled with a slender electric current, his hair stood on end, and he looked up to his black scorched face, and he was mad in the deep well.

The prince sat silently at the bottom of the lake, resting on an arched slab with a metallic sheen. The thunder and lightning slashed down again and again, and the electricity made him full of meat and vegetables, and the mud around him was scattered.

Gradually, the object under his feet took shape, and it turned out to be a brass coffin.

The brass coffin is very strange, the coffin lid is smooth as a mirror, and the person is clear and detailed. Ordinary people make coffins mostly for willow wood, the slightly wealthy choose green pine, and the businessmen use golden silk nanmu.

The bronze coffin is ancient, and it is mixed with a lot of cast iron, so the color is dull.

This coffin is made of brass, which not only gathers yin qi, but also locks yin qi from leaking, and it is obvious that there is a stubble locked inside.

Wang Zimo saw his ragged clothes and messy cups and plates from the lid of the coffin.

There were more and more cracks in the polar pillar, and the thunder and lightning that passed through were getting stronger and stronger! The prince was lying on the coffin with green smoke in his mouth, his eyes were scattered, and he lay on the coffin in a dejected manner, his body was full of holes that had been blown open, and there was no place in his body that did not hurt.

What bullshit thunder and lightning quenched the body, crossed the catastrophe into an immortal, the coffin is ready, it is dead to heaven!

A turtle appeared in Wang Zimo's Dao plate, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Then he laughed to himself again.

The blood-red pressure groove was foaming at the mouth, and I finally felt relieved.

The pill didn't change anything, but it attracted heavenly punishment and made Wang Zimo's death even worse!

"Smack!"

With the first shattering, eight broken sounds sounded in the dantian one after another. Like extinguished torches, the Eight Disks became dim and vanished, leaving only the eight phantoms still in their original positions.

"Click!"

The pole finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell apart in the blink of an eye. The two young dragons suddenly collided together, hissing and wailing, and rushed forward in a streamer, taking over the pressure of Optimus Prime in place of the polar pillar.

At this time, Wang Zimo had already lost consciousness in pain, which was a state in which the brain passively closed the pain nerve after severe pain and carried out self-immune protection.

But his consciousness was clear.

I can clearly feel that the Dao disc in the dantian is collapsing, the pole pillar is eroding, and only the most disobedient Dao disc is still desperately supporting.

Black and white poles.

Above the yin and yang duo, two phantoms, one red and one white, flew out of the pole beads, standing above the two instruments, their clothes fluttering and windless, trying to retract the yin and yang diagram that was about to collapse.

Wang Zimo finally understood.

This is really ......

That red snow......

Dai Xiaomo and Mo Hongyan are just phantoms, they are transformed by their spiritual power, and they have no real consciousness, but they are difficult to tame.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, Wang Zimo felt the coffin board move under his feet, and then the half-foot-thick coffin lid was lifted high, squeezing out half of the body from below.

"Bang dang!"

Half of the corpse threw the coffin lid away, and the majestic body squeezed the prince to the side, raised his hand to support the remaining thunderbolt Optimus Prime, stood up hard, and threw it violently into the depths of Kunxu.

In an instant, the wind was galloping, and the sky was shaken!

In the depths of Kunxu, a huge mushroom cloud completely illuminated the night. Thousands of miles away, you can still feel the shaking of the earth.

The face of the half-cut corpse with a square nose and a square mouth, ears like a fan, and two eyes are convex, still retaining the hideousness when he was beheaded.

He had hands and feet, and his body was wide and strong, and he could imagine that if the body was intact, he would be a tall and majestic man.

Half of the corpse walked to Wang Zimo's side, and lowered his head to carefully identify whether the little baby in front of him was still alive. Hearing the faint sound of breathing, he touched his empty waist, his eyes revealing greed.

"It's been a long time since I've eaten human flesh!"

The half-cut corpse stretched out its calloused big hand and touched Wang Zimo's dantian, and the black nails were sharpened into sharp blades, cutting through the belly full of holes, trying to pull out the two young dragons.

"Look for death!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the prince's ears. The desire to survive instantly ignited, "Daji, Daji!

He wanted to open his eyes, but he felt that his eyelids were swollen like freshly picked fresh lychees, and he couldn't open them.

He wanted to open his mouth to call Wang Ji, but suddenly he felt that his throat and eyes had turned into a chimney, covered with charred ash, his mouth was full of blisters, and his tongue was squeezed in the middle and he couldn't move.

He tried to move his fingers again, but there was no touch, no pain, and his eyes could not see and he did not know if his fingers were moving.

However, that desire to survive drove him to breathe desperately.

Be strong, don't give up!

Wang Ji, who had disappeared, suddenly turned back, and saw Wang Zimo being electrocuted into a sieve, and on Gu Jingwubo's face, the deep eyes shrunk together, and the eyelids trembled uncontrollably.

Seeing that half of the corpse was about to murder Wang Zimo, Wang Yu was suddenly furious, and quickly pulled out the corpse beating stick from his waist, and without looking at it, he threw it out vigorously.

Although the half of the corpse did not have a lower body, it was very skilled! With a slight leap, he dodged the corpse beating stick, and turned his head to stare at Wang Ji on extraordinary alert!

"The Wrangler?"

The half-corpse raised its arms, its thick muscles bursting with explosive force. "Be nosy!"

"If you dare to touch a single hair of his hair, I will let you never see each other!" Wang Ji jumped onto the coffin, and in front of the half-cut corpse, picked up Wang Zimo and returned to the ground.

"Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do!"

Staring at Wang Ji, who was slightly thinner than himself, half of the corpse lowered his face, suddenly laughed a few times, turned around and disappeared into the vast night.

"Not good!"

Wang Yu frowned and cursed sharply, and after feeding Wang Zimo a white and crystal corpse pill, he stared at his younger brother in the crook of his arm with a gloomy face. After Wang Zimo's face was ruddy, he put his mind at ease, leaned over and whispered a few words, and quickly chased after the half of the corpse.

The corpse pill is the elixir formed by condensing all the vitality before death. Not everyone will be produced after death, this is a breath of survival instinct, and non-spiritual powerhouses cannot condense it.

The corpse shepherd is looking for this kind of corpse, finding out the corpse pill, and manipulating the spirit corpse.

Legend has it that the corpse pill can be a living and a dead person, with white flesh and bones!

The prince's spirit of silence gradually became full, although his body was still unable to move, but his spirit was gradually refreshed, as if he had undergone a rebirth, and he could clearly feel the wind and grass within a radius of a hundred miles.

Unexpectedly...... Break through the realm!

It has reached the consummation of the middle stage of yin and yang, and there is a faint tendency to break into the late stage.

Within a hundred miles, there were no life fluctuations.

But there is a dead air, and I am led back by a wisp of obsession.

The prince was suddenly anxious, that wisp of obsession was actually a remnant mirror pierced in the baby's neck, and that dead breath was the mountain of ten thousand corpses that escaped from the thunder and lightning!

The corpse pill quickly repaired Prince Mo's injured body, but it did not have any effect on the injury of the dantian.

The Dao disk rotated rapidly, absorbing the yin and yang spiritual power from the outside world, but it was difficult to heal the cracks on the two instruments, and every time he wanted to repair it successfully, he was torn apart again by an external force.

At this time, what Wang Zimo needed most was meditation.

Find out the root cause of the inability of the Dao disc to heal and stabilize the current state. If it is in the Central Plains family, with the complement of elixir, it will definitely break into the late stage of yin and yang in one fell swoop.

However, he didn't have time!

The prince struggled to get up, using the last trace of spiritual power to regain peace, ready to continue the fierce battle!

With a firm look at death, he finally knew what Da Ji was doing! He was shepherding corpses, looking for the corpse king's corpse pill, and wanted to resurrect Han Xueling!

That's an obsession!

Even if the resurrected Han Xueling is a yin and yang person like him, so what, as long as the two of them live and fly together, it is enough!

But!

Wang Zimo remembered what Wang Jian had said before leaving, and couldn't help but close his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering.

After a while, soybean-sized tears rolled out, and two furrows were punched out on the blood-stained face.

"Don't follow me anymore, I need two hundred and four corpse pills, and I have already obtained twelve, but I have wasted two on you!"

These are the words of the Great Rak.