Usually the bloodline of the race is the basis of a race,

Man is the spirit of all things, and there is a place for human race in the Three Realms and all races.

According to the bloodline, in addition to the pure blood of the human race, there are also all kinds of aliens, such as the night wanderer, the fire eater, the merman, the tree people, the feather people, the giant people, the orcs and so on.

Just as plants can be grafted, bloodlines can merge to create new races.

For example, if donkeys and horses are crossed into mules, and the Terran monks are combined with the Inhuman monks or other hundred races in the spirit world, there will be new Inhuman races.

The undead are a special existence, there is no blood connection, but the monks refer to the unique evil things as the undead.

The undead and the unjust spirits are not only human monks can be transformed, and all flesh-and-blood creatures, once they die, have the opportunity to transform into this evil existence.

It's just that this opportunity is very rare, and the key points are the resentment and obsession of the monk when he died, and the strength of the monk.

The undead are too rare, and the records of such evil things are even rarer.

There are almost no deeds of monks becoming undead under the remnants of monks, and among the Mahayana monks, it can be said that there is only a 1 in 100 million chance that the monk will die after avenging his grievances, or after he has a very strong and unwilling obsession, he can become an undead or an unjust spirit.

The difference between the undead and the unjust is determined by the dispute between the relics.

If the bones have devoured all the flesh, blood, and souls, they are undead,

If it is a soul that devours all the flesh, blood, and bones, it is a spirit.

Eternal can be a true immortal or a big stubborn stone, and the undead exist like a stone. He said that it was alive, but he had no attributes of a living creature, he knew no pain, no love or hate, and he had been sleeping in the underworld.

The undead and the unjust spirits are free of natural calamities, and if no one disturbs them, they will be drowsy and sleeping in the underworld, even if it is a thousand worlds, they will not wake up after millions of years of vicissitudes.

The strange thing is that these two evil things will also absorb the power of the underworld very slowly, and slowly grow themselves, although the speed is so slow that Da Luo Jin Immortal feels outrageous, but he can't resist the advantage of not having a heavenly calamity, so once he evolves to the top, when he really becomes an immortal Hades King, it will be extremely difficult to deal with.

Only when he becomes the immortal Hades will he regain the lost memories in the Three Realms and Six Realms,

When it reaches the level of the immortal Hades, this evil thing is extremely immune, almost immune to all spells in the world, and it is inviolable.

He Qi was shocked when he suddenly saw the remains of these Buddhist cultivators with the characteristics of the undead.

Just when He Qi was fighting against these evolving undead creatures, the black light flashed in another hall in the space of Mount Meru, and there were four more figures, one woman and three men, and four friends were flying.

"Plop, plop, plop, plop", suddenly a huge pressure overwhelmed the four of them, Zhenyuan did not run smoothly, and at the same time there seemed to be an iron hoop on his head, just now Tong Hanxing said that his strength in the land of demonic qi was not as good as only half of usual, that was exaggerated, in order to persuade Guo Qingshan to turn back.

But when he arrived here at this time, it became a real fact, just because the demonic qi here was extremely pure and rich, and there was even a forbidden existence.

"Be careful, sacrifice the magic weapon quickly, defend the Quartet" Guo Qingshan turned over and stood up and shouted, the voice echoed in the hall, the hall was very empty as far as his eyes could see, there were no demonic beasts, and the four of them had a false alarm.

Suddenly, Guo Qingshan suddenly realized that the bottleneck that he was originally like a thin sheet of paper had reached the point where there were signs of immediate breakthrough.

"Three junior brothers! Protect the Dharma for me, I want to break through the bottleneck!"

Tong Hanxing was stunned and asked, "Senior Brother Guo, do you want to break through here?"

"Right"

Guo Qingshan's heart was set in surprise, his heart was facing the sky, and he was running the true yuan, and his divine consciousness and blood tried to hook the power of the demon spirit in the void.

At this moment, Guo Qingshan felt the power of the demon spirit in the air.

The demonic aura here is extremely strong, but it is not chaotic and violent, nor is it dark, in Guo Qingshan's eyes, if there is no pressure and forbidden divine sense, this is the best place he can imagine to practice.

Wisps of demonic power were inhaled into the body and quickly melted.

When practicing demonic qi, the flesh, blood, limbs, and hundreds of bones are also nourished by demonic qi, this is the authentic demonic cultivation method, which is a hundred times stronger than those demonic cultivation methods in the mortal world that draw souls and refine souls and take away the marrow.

Guo Qingshan's body, which was already stronger than the spiritual cultivation of the same level, quickly became stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, along with Tong Hanxing, Qiu Qingyan, and Situ Yuan beside him.

"Senior Brother Guo is expected to advance this time!" Situ Yuan said, his eyes full of envy.

Tong Hanxing said: "Senior Brother Guo has advanced to the late stage of Dragon and Tiger, and our power in Feiyan City will be able to reach a higher level!"

"Speak quietly and protect the Dharma for Senior Brother Guo," Qiu Qingyan said.

He Qi was not far from here at this time, in the thick fog.

"My Buddha is compassionate" There is a bald head in the demonic aura who shouts Buddha loudly. Somehow, there was a demon monk in the demonic qi, and he was able to speak.

It's just that the sound is like iron grinding against a boulder, and it sounds very hard and harsh, not like a human speaking.

When He Qi heard this, his heart jumped, and for no reason it caused a burst of shock, and then he thought in his heart, according to the rumors about the undead in the fairy world, as long as he began to evolve towards the undead, then he lost his memory in life, and this demon monk could still speak, so he should not be afraid.

Only when you evolve into a skeleton, without a trace of flesh and blood, does the horror begin.

He Qi raised his eyes and saw that the demon monk's facial features were intact, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his facial features were sharp and angular, but he looked sluggish, looking at him when he was a living person, he should be a very handsome Buddhist cultivator. Beneath his torn robes was a bony body, and the demon monk was far from being a skeleton.

"I'm your uncle, Lao Tzu hates bald heads the most."

He Qi's eyes were sharp, these evil things, if they are not killed today, they may be immortal Hades in tens of millions of years, and they will be able to cause disaster to the Three Realms.

"Okay, your Uncle He will save the Three Realms in ten million years today!"

"Chop"

An extremely short thunder sword flew out, it was the longer one of the one hundred and eight phaseless swords of different lengths, and the sword was attached to the true element of the thunder attribute, which was just right to restrain this kind of evil thing.

The sword was as fast as lightning, flashing a bright white arc half a foot long, and he was full of confidence to deal with this evil creature whose spiritual intelligence had degraded and had not completely transformed into an undead race.

"Bell"

The monk's breath changed, and the back of his head emitted layers of Buddha light, the original Buddha light of the Buddha cultivation was crystal like a jade lotus, holy atmosphere, the monk's Buddha light was holy and demonic, that is, there was Buddha nature, and there was demonic nature.

The short sword flew into the Buddha's light as if it was in a quagmire, and the lightning flashed wildly but could not get rid of it, and at the same time, the monk's face was expressionless, and one hand leaned out of the monk's robe and grabbed the Wuxiang sword.