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In the depths of the battlefield, there are five young men, like phantoms, flickering, they are wearing cloth and white shirts, and their clothes are engraved with mysterious totems, like a coffin, it is exactly - the Spirit Corpse Sect!

The strange thing is that the five disciples of the Spirit Corpse Sect, led by the jade-crowned youth, walked all over the battlefield, but they were never discovered by anyone, and only when some blood-filled soldiers died, they would appear and throw the corpses into storage bags.

"Young master, the number of corpses is almost the same, isn't it ......?"

At this moment, among the five people, a disciple of the sixth layer of the spirit transformation spoke in a low voice and said respectfully to the jade-crowned youth.

"Go back?" the young man with the jade crown snorted coldly and said dissatisfiedly, "The old woman was finally willing to let me out once, how can there be a reason to go back so soon?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the other four people looked at each other, and each saw helplessness in the other's eyes, but they did not continue to persuade anything.

After all, although the world outside the sect was chaotic, at the moment this place was just a mortal dust battlefield, and with the four inner disciples of the Spirit Corpse Sect, there was no need to worry about any danger at all.

What's more, the jade-crowned young man in front of him is the only grandson of Nangong Zhangzun of the Spirit Corpse Sect - Nangong Han. Even if they had a high status in the Spirit Corpse Sect, they still didn't dare to have any disobedience towards Nangong.

Especially after the Spirit Corpse Sect and the Chagu Sect joined forces to destroy the Spirit Gate a year ago, the only two remaining forces were in a-for-tat confrontation, and disciples were often sent to carry out dangerous missions. Nangong Zhangzun's doting on this only grandson is well known, and it is foreseeable that once Nangong is displeased, he will inevitably be snubbed by the sect because of this, and even sent out to perform a mortal mission.

As far as this time is concerned, their task is just to protect Nangong Han's collection of corpses, if they can take this opportunity to win Nangong Han's appreciation, it will naturally be a great thing, but if they anger this young master because they are too old-fashioned, it will indeed outweigh the losses.

"Hey, what's that?" At this moment, Nangong Han was slightly stunned, and when he looked up, he saw the strange black fog not far away.

The black mist was rolling and surging, and faintly, there seemed to be a black flag standing, and the banner was swaying on the hunting surface, constantly overflowing the black mist, exuding a strange atmosphere!

The four Dharma Protector disciples looked up one after another, and they also saw the black flag.

"Young Master, this thing is not like a mortal thing, it should belong to the cultivation world. Merely...... The black mist is too weird, depending on the disciples, don't get close. Among the four, the black-clothed disciple with the strongest cultivation was the first to speak, shaking his head seriously.

"Richie, what do you mean...... This young master can't control a single dead thing?" Nangong Han didn't show joy or anger, and glanced at the black-clothed disciple lightly.

Even in this four-person Dharma protector team, there is also a battle between open and secret.

At this moment, a short man with a dark complexion hurriedly laughed and said, "Where is the young master here? A dead thing, if it can be taken into the pocket of the young master, it is also the honor of this dead thing, and it has found a good master! Hehe, not to mention that even if there is danger, Mu He will naturally take the lead to protect the young master's safety!"

The swarthy young man patted his chest, looking like he was loyal to the sun and the moon.

"Mu He, this time the young master is going out, the stakes are very high, if there is a mistake, isn't it you who will take this responsibility?"

As a disciple of the Spirit Corpse Sect, Mu He's loyalty to the sect is unquestionable, even if the young master loses a hair, Mu He will ask the palm for his guilt, hmph, it's you, Senior Brother Li...... Such an obvious thing, you still have to open your mouth to question?" Mu He looked calm, and said slowly in a shrill voice, obviously used to this kind of verbal and secret fight.

Li Qi stared at Mu He indifferently, there seemed to be anger in his eyes, and the smell of gunpowder gradually became stronger, while the other two inner disciples had their own opinions and did not participate.

"Enough. Nangong Han frowned, and glanced at the two of them lightly, but when he looked at Namu River, there was a faint trace of satisfaction in his eyes.

Capturing this detail, Na Muhe's eyes were suddenly filled with joy, and he quietly glanced at Li Qi, his eyes full of mockery and provocation.

"Go over and see. Nangong Han narrowed his eyes, staring closely at the flag in the black mist.

Until this time, the black-clothed Li Qi sighed helplessly, but he didn't care too much, and followed Nangong Han closer to him.

On the battlefield that stretched for several miles, the Soul Banner was only located in a corner of the corner, and there were not many soldiers nearby, so the five of them soon came to the Soul Banner and saw the deep pit.

With the power of the soul flag, he could easily kill the cultivator of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but there was no ghost prison at the moment, and there was no monk to control it, so Nangong Han only felt a little chill and was not affected.

"Young master, it's a monk!" Mu He walked in the front, fulfilling his duties as a "loyal disciple", and saw Luoyang under the deep pit at a glance, and exclaimed.

Nangong Han was slightly stunned when he heard this, and strode over, staring at Luoyang in the deep pit at the moment, his eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Eight layers of spirits!" On the contrary, Li Qi on the side, as the strongest cultivator among the five people, quickly saw Luoyang's cultivation, and his eyes revealed a deep shock.

"What?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone, including Namuhe, took a sharp breath, and their eyes showed a sense of disbelief.

You must know that the Spirit Corpse Sect is the same as the Spirit Gate, they are the top three sects of the Cloud Ladder, so the difference between the sect's heritage is not too much, and the same as the Spirit Gate, the inner disciples of the Spirit Corpse Sect are mostly the sixth-level cultivation of the Spirit Transformation, and the seventh-layer Spirit Transformation is very few, and they can already stand at the peak of the inner gate.

As for the eighth layer of the spirit transformation, it is an extremely rare cultivation level.

"If this young master sees it well, this person should be the rumored 'Gu poison' in his body, and his life will be short. Suddenly, Nangong Han didn't know what he was aware of, his eyes were staring at the black skeleton on the back of Luoyang's hand, and a blazing light crossed his eyes.

Gu poison?

Hearing this, the other four were stunned again, although Nangong Han's cultivation is not high, he has often been with Nangong Zhangzun since he was a child, and he knows many things that ordinary disciples can't know.

"Since ancient times...... The corpse and the poison are two surnames, although the cultivation paths are completely different, the direction is the same!" Nangong Han didn't care about the puzzled gaze of the Dharma Protector disciple, and suddenly remembered something, and his eyes became a little brighter.

"This person has a powerful Gu poison in his body, if he waits until the Gu poison is completely integrated with him, then it will be accomplished...... And this person's cultivation is not weak, if he can refine it with the Yin Corpse Treasure Bottle, maybe ...... He'll be refined into a foundation-building spirit corpse!"

"And as the master of the spirit corpse, my own cultivation will definitely go to the next level because of this!"

Nangong Han's eyes shone brightly, he stared at Luoyang under the deep pit, and laughed silently.

That's right, the cultivation method of the Spirit Corpse Sect has an inseparable relationship with the corpse, and the Gu poison in Luoyang's body is extremely strong, and it can be combined with Nangong Han's corpse refining technique, and with each other, a ...... can be refined Tsukiki Spirit Corpse!

Although Luoyang in the deep pit still has cultivation in his body and has not died completely, in Nangong Han's eyes, if this person can help him achieve the foundation building spirit corpse, it will be the blessing of this person's three-life cultivation, and if he doesn't die, then help you die!

As soon as he thought of this, Nangong Han's expression became more and more excited, and at this moment, he immediately took out a jade-colored treasure bottle from the storage bag, which was clearly visible, and the jade bottle was flowing with white gas, exuding a trace of cold air.

At this moment, Mu He suddenly exclaimed, pulling Nangong Han back from his reverie.

"Young master!"

He ...... He's awake!"