Shake off the talisman, the space slowly distorted, the talisman swelled into a pocket, and poured out a male refining corpse full of evil energy, the refining corpse was strong and tall, and the body was also painted with spiritual blood with the runes of gathering evil, and the bloody corpse muscles and flesh burst out like a living thing, but the eyes were empty, and there was no soul.

Wang Chan had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and whispered in the empty room: "The stand-in is ready, you can discuss who will take Tang Luo's head back." ”

As he spoke, the Holy Son of the Tiannan Wang Clan sat back in his chair and closed his eyes as if he was waiting for something.

After a while, Wang Chan opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I knew that in the end, you would win and take down this arrogant boy for me." ”

“......”

"That's right, just like when I was five years old, you always came out to protect me when I needed it most. ”

“......”

"When you come back, we will go to Zhongzhou Shen Kitchen Building to have a good meal!"

In the upper room of Ruxiang, there were only Wang Chan and the soulless refining corpse, but this Taoist of the Tiannan Wang clan was talking to himself, and no one answered but seemed to have come to some conclusion.

The soul of the god is revealed, not really, let alone a dragon and phoenix, but a strange palace put together, among which there are wine ponds and meat forests stacked with delicacies, there are countless powder tents for heavenly maidens to come and go, there are camps built with knife handles, and palaces full of gorgeous clothes and scriptures with thousands of books.

And in all the areas with different styles, there is a divine soul, and Wang Chan, a seven- or eight-year-old boy in the wine pond meat forest, is holding a fierce beast's thigh bone stick and gnawing on it, and his mouth is full of blood.

In the powder tent, Wang Chan, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, was galloping with the heavenly maiden, merry and happy.

In the camp constructed by the hilt of the sword, Wang Chan, who was twenty-five or sixteen years old, was naked, and his sturdy divine body was covered with scars, and he was fighting against dozens of fierce beast phantoms.

In the palace full of gorgeous clothes, the dignified and majestic Wang Chan sat in the middle, and His Royal Highness knelt down in all directions.

In the scripture pavilion with countless books, the elderly Wang Chan is scribbling, his eyes are full of open-mindedness and immovable calm.

The temple manifested, the king's soul left the body, and Wang Chan, the boy in the wine pond and meat forest, threw away the bloody bone stick in his hand and turned into a red ray.

The boy's soul drilled into the corpse refining stand-in, and the originally godless eyes suddenly lit up, and the stand-in of the dead thing actually began to breathe after the soul entered the master.

With the breath of the refining corpse, the blood evil between heaven and earth began to gather agitatedly, eroding all yang energy, and the temperature in the room dropped rapidly.

Retracting the embodied Divine Soul Palace, Wang Chan stood up, walked around the revived corpse twice, and praised: "This stand-in was originally a physical master at the peak of the fierce realm, good at boxing and leg techniques, the wind and thunder surge when attacking, the internal organs are extremely strong, and there is a tiger and leopard thunder sound, and a fierce body forging technique makes its qi and blood like a dragon." ”

"What's even more rare is that this person was born in the yin year, yin time, yin carving, is an extremely rare three yin body, it stands to reason that this kind of life is weak since childhood, it is easy to attract evil into the body, it is extremely difficult to live a long life and not to mention cultivation, but the yin pole must be reversed, this person was born when the sun star entered the life, born with a Nanyang vitality, actually became the Yin and Yang harmony of the Taoist body, I wasted a lot of strength, only to strip the soul of this person, and invited the best Yin and Yang master in the clan, carved these runes that can condense the evil qi of heaven and earth, and preserve the three yin and death qi. How about using this stand-in as your body from now on?"

"It's not good, don't!" the refining corpse raised his head and roared, his voice was very similar to Wang Chan, but he was a little crazy and irritable: "I don't like this body, I just want my own body!"

"I'll say it again. Wang Chan's face was gloomy, and he said coldly: "This body is mine, and I am its master, understand!?"

The fierce refining corpse seemed to be stunned by Wang Chan's expression at the moment, like a child who was scolded by an adult, just lowered his head, but couldn't help muttering: "This body is also mine." ”

"That's enough!" Wang Chan waved his hand, opened and closed his five fingers, and commanded a magic circle, and said coldly: "Before dawn, bring Tang Luo's head back!"

The magic circle was activated, and the refining corpse was teleported to the courtyard of the first mansion, and the refining corpse, who had been taught by Wang Chan, attacked angrily as soon as he saw Tang Luo.

Just as Wang Chan described, this strong physical body that once belonged to the peak physical arts master of the Fierce Realm, after receiving the blessing of endless blood, although it lost its spiritual power, it became even stronger.

This extremely powerful force rushed in the veins of the body of the three yin, surging like a tsunami, and the spiritual blood runes around the body of the corpse lit up with divine light, and the blood in the body was like boiling boiling water, which evaporated out like boiling water, attracting the gathering of evil qi between heaven and earth.

This powerful evil qi made the speed of refining the corpse reach an astonishing level, like a red line that crossed the space, and before Tang Luo, who had lost the immortal battle body, could react, the fist of the corpse was already close in front of him.

Tang Luo used his spiritual power to control his physical body to fight back, although he resisted in a hurry, he still fused three kinds of strength.

The silver elbow intersected with the corpse's claws, the strength collided with the blood, and the endless wind crushed the beams and roof tiles, and the entire courtyard of the capital mansion was reduced to ruins under the staggered blows of the two.

And Tang Luo was even more swept away by this powerful force, whirling in mid-air.

The refining corpse, who also suffered the power, was like no one, and with a bend of his legs, he caught up with Tang Luo in mid-air, and the blood turned into a red cloud, holding the refining corpse and approaching quickly, just about to imprint his fists on Tang Luo's body, but was pierced through the chest by a gold and earth-colored innate divine sword and flew out.

Since Tang Luo's retreat three carriers have been cultivated, it is the first time that he has been suppressed like this in the confrontation of this kind of physical arts, although there is a reason why he has no way to block in a hurry, but the blow just now also made him understand that in terms of physical skills alone, this refining corpse in front of him is better than Cao Changqing's ghost king drought.

If Cao Changqing's zombie only relied on instinct to attack and defend, then the corpse just now was no different from a living thing.

It is nothing more than blood flowing in the body of a living person, and blood rushing in the body of the other person.

Anger, tactics, and a soul in the body, what the hell is this!

Tang Luo stabilized his body in the air, looking at the blood-soaked corpse in the distance, his expression solemn.

"It hurts, it hurts!" "In the blood, the refining corpse roared angrily, "I'm going to tear you apart!"

Hearing the corpse refining speak, Tang Luo was firm in his judgment and sneered: "Unexpectedly, the Holy Son of the Tiannan Wang Clan has trained himself to be a dead one. ”

"I'm not Wang Chan, I'm Wang Ying!"

The refining corpse that rushed out of the snow mist roared and waved his fists, as if teleporting across a distance of dozens of zhang, colliding with Tang Luo fiercely, and in the fist and palm exchange, he said viciously: "I want to help him and screw your head off!"

"Come on, try!"