The Three Corpse Sect is the largest sect in Xizhou, and there is not only a great monk in the sect, but also a corpse refining corpse at the late stage of the Yuan Infant, the material of this corpse refining is the former ruler of the Three Corpse Sect, and after being poisoned and killed by the current great monk, he was trained into a refining corpse.

Because this refining corpse had practiced the method of forging the body, it was able to withstand the immersion of various powerful drugs, which led to a rapid increase in grade, and it only took more than three hundred years to become the top-level refining corpse in the late Yuan Infant period, and with the attributes of the refining corpse itself and the characteristics of not being afraid of pain and poisons, it can even deal with the great monks.

Of course, the price of being able to quickly improve the level is the support of countless corpses in the mortal realm.

It is also this corpse refining corpse that has greatly increased the strength of the Three Corpse Sect, and the monks in the door all regard the Great Monk and this corpse refining as an example for their lives, and set off an assassination of elders and corpse refining in the Three Corpse Sect.

And as the great monk in power, instead of stopping it, it fueled this trend, although the order in the door was separated and collapsed, but it also attracted a lot of powerful demon cultivators to join, and for a time it was full of limelight, and there was a faint trend of winning the West Continent.

The Great Monk of the Three Corpses Sect stood at the foot of the peak where the sect was located, looking at the golden and red sky, silent.

Since the appearance of the Scarlet Moon a few months ago, he has a faint sense of crisis in his heart, he is born with a keen sense of danger, and with this talent, he can poison his master, take the entire Three Corpses Sect into the palm of his hand, and finally achieve the realm of the Great Monk.

Since the appearance of the Crimson Moon that day, the danger of his death has increased day by day, and today it has finally risen to the extreme.

In the past, he liked to stand on the top of the mountain and watch the Xizhou monks kill each other, and the blood flowed like a river, but since the sky changed, he didn't dare to stand on a high place anymore, unable to meditate and cultivate, and unable to sleep.

I really feel that my breath is blocked, and the whole senior sister seems to be targeting herself

There are no longer a few people who have this feeling, in fact, most of the disciples of the Three Corpses Sect have this strange feeling, thanks to this feeling, these days they rarely do not fight, they are all extremely well-behaved from their own cave mansion cultivation, dare not show their heads, for fear that a golden lightning bolt will come from the sky and split him clean.

And for those mortals, the calm of Xizhou did not have a fluctuation in their numb minds, and they had to die early and late, which was undoubtedly just to postpone the death period, they would not hope that this was the demon cultivator of Xizhou who had a good heart and a good conscience; in fact, they didn't even seem to think about it, how to live and how to live all day long, herding sheep and sheep, mowing grass and mowing grass, as for those Xizhou demon cultivators who suddenly stopped patronizing, no matter what they did, when they died was something they should consider, not to think about themselves.

The scruples of the Three Corpse Sect and even the entire Xizhou Demon Cultivators came true, and after five days of brewing, the sky was occupied by red and gold, like an invisible dividing line, drawing the sky and dividing it into two.

The golden side is serene, peaceful, and worshipful, while the scarlet side is weird, ominous, hideous, and terrifying.

Before the people of Xizhou could think about why the sky was so neat, a thunderbolt pulled their thoughts back to reality.

They are not afraid of lightning, lightning can't kill immortal cultivators, and what mortals fear of Tianwei is, in their opinion, just the natural energy when refining weapons and alchemy.

But today, no one thinks like this anymore, it is really that the sound of this thunderbolt is too terrifying, the sound is terrifying, they saw with their own eyes, several mountain peaks were blown apart by this thunderbolt, and several senior brothers actually bled to death by the seven orifices.

Although they were fine, they were also hurt by the thunderclap, and the mortals who were placed in the cave were safe and sound, but trembled with fear.

No matter how numb people are, they will still be afraid of the lightning that represents Tianwei.

One of the monks smiled disdainfully, and spat at them in the face, it was this group of mortals who made it impossible for him to practice in his cave like other fellow disciples, and his precious time was wasted on some mortals who were afraid of thunder and lightning.

He likes to see these mortals kneeling and curling up at his feet, but this time the mortals who were foaming at his feet did not kneel and kowtow, he was stunned at first, and then instantly angry, he kicked the middle-aged man to one side of the wall, and scolded: "A group of moles"

He didn't finish his sentence.

He didn't mean to.

Of course, he wanted to finish his words, scolding this group of mortals was the most refreshing thing of his day, since he didn't finish speaking, he was naturally subjected to external forces.

Unfortunately, he couldn't look back, because he could feel his own pain with a wave of fire burning on his body. He knew that his body would never be able to support the burning of flames at this temperature, although he was an immortal cultivator, he was not an "immortal", and his physical body was stronger than that of mortals, how could he possibly withstand this level of flames?

However, he endured it, and he didn't know why he could withstand it, why he didn't turn into ashes directly, why there was a monstrous fire in front of his eyes, but this group of mortals was unharmed.

Even if this group of mortals is not on fire, they are on fire themselves!

How hot is this fire, and a group of mortals can withstand it?

He didn't think about it for long, the burning sensation from the flames was much worse than he had imagined, and his mind was so occupied by pain that he couldn't react, couldn't respond.

His vision gradually blurred, he felt that the blood in his whole body was invisibly steamed, or invisible, the world he saw was blood-colored, very strange, there was still half of gold in the air, but he couldn't see it.

All he saw was scarlet in his eyes, and the whole sky was terrifying, like an endless sea of blood, and faces were reflected in the sea of blood, very strange and very familiar.

He knew that this was the mortal he had slaughtered, and he didn't like to remember the appearance of mortals, but he still knew.

They are going to die, are they here to take revenge on themselves?

In the form of a ghost.

But there was no way to know, his throat was terrible, there was a feeling of burning flames, there was also the feeling of being strangled, he began to lose his breath, the spiritual power in his body was terriblely hot, boiling and baking every meridian of his own, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and collapsed to the ground.

The ground was also terriblely hot, and the moment his face hit the ground, it was like putting his face into a pot of oil, and he couldn't shout, because all his strength was deprived by the flames, and his vision was already very blurry, and he couldn't see things clearly, and the stone walls, doors and windows, and spiritual swords were all blind;

A man appeared in his sight, and he recognized the man, or rather, the spitting on his face.

He reluctantly opened his mouth—

It took the last of his strength, and he thought he should have opened his mouth to say something, but there was no way to know, for the moment he opened his mouth, his whole life was gone.

Soul, body

The monk knelt intact in front of the man, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes were bloody.

As soon as the mortals did not know what had happened to the demon they feared, they did not dare to go up to find out, so they froze in place.

Suddenly, there was a light breeze in the sky.

The breeze blows gently on the face, and it is faint and almost intangible.

The monk was like dust, vanishing with the wind, as if it had never appeared.