The illusory corpse clan's luck was locked in its fate, and it was about to rise again in the air, but it was a pity that the interception shovel was as immobile as a mountain like a Dinghai God Needle.

Roar!

The corpse roared, and a black dragon exploded in the spiritual world of the stone Buddha, shaking it to the ground in an instant, bleeding from the seven orifices, the whole person was shaking, and the spiritual world was shattered.

"I want to... If you want to run, there is no way, I don't believe in my fate. ”

The body of the stone Buddha swayed, the divine light in his eyes seemed to be dispersed, and he regained his expression again in an instant, and the bleeding of the seven orifices made his face look extremely hideous.

Streams of dead qi rose from all directions, turning into evil and terrifying curses, surrounding his body, and the power of the black curse, like a maggot on tarsal bones, seeped into his body, just a breath, this power had already soaked his internal organs, all his battle body.

"Ancestor, if I die, you will never inherit it. ”

Dirty blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the last glimmer of light in Shi Buddha's eyes was about to be extinguished, and he muttered in his mouth: "The little master really worshiped a fake inheritance." ”

Airplanes!

At this moment, a ray of black light in the interceptor shovel was like electricity, submerging into his spiritual world, protecting his battle soul that had been soaked in death.

"Hehe, I know that I can't die, you're so good, Ancestor. ”

......

At the same time, Qingyang Huan had already entered the corpse realm, and the two elders who had already been ranked in the emperor realm among the four Taishang of the corpse clan had returned first, and were fighting with the human demon iron horseman.

Under the joint attack of the two corpse emperors and several corpse emperors who crawled out of the corpse soil, the demon flame was still monstrous, and the demon wolf head under the seat was torn apart, and the demon blood burst out, adding to the tyranny of the demon horse.

Seeing Qingyang Huan rushing into the corpse realm, the corpse clan powerhouse suddenly rushed towards him.

Boom! Boom!

The next moment, I saw the black shadow of the Sky Dao above the Corpse Realm falling from a high altitude, smashing the ancient corpse soil into a landslide, and one after another large cracks were criss-crossed, and countless corpse warriors were shattered into countless pieces in the power of the splash, scattered in all directions.

"Terran, you ......"

The corpse clan's Taishang corpse crocodile had a ghostly flame jumping in his eyes, blocking in front of Qingyang Huan.

"What are you going to do, this is the corpse realm, the ancestral land of my corpse clan. ”

"I want it. ”

Before the corpse crocodile could speak again, Qing Yanghuan's figure had already crossed him thousands of miles away, leaving only the shriveled corpse to sway in the void a few times, and then slammed into the ground.

"Ah Huan, hurry up, the luck of the corpse clan is about to rise again. ”

Qing Yang Huan's figure approached the center of the corpse realm, and he felt a thick dead qi swirling around, and this dead air gave him the feeling that it was like a plate of loose sand, which was gradually converging in one direction.

Obviously, the stone Buddha did a very good job, scattering the luck of the corpse clan, no wonder the corpse clan Taishang and these strong people who remained in the corpse clan, after the corpse ancestor was exploded by him, could not carry the luck of the corpse clan, and re-turned into the master of the corpse clan, and dominated the corpse clan to fight.

For the luck of a clan, like a wise old man, he will choose the most beneficial way to improve the strength of the clan, and when the clan is threatened and conquest, he will also choose the most advantageous way to pass on the clan as much as possible.

And this moment is the time when the corpse clan dragon has no leader.

After killing the remaining Corpse Clan Emperor, Qingyang Huan easily stepped into the center of the Corpse Realm, the strength of the Corpse Clan was even worse than the original Tongtian Sword Sect, and the reason why it took so many twists and turns was because of the Corpse Clan's luck.

From afar, he saw the center of the corpse realm, the stone Buddha was half-pierced on the ground, holding the bronze shovel with both hands, and his body had been exhausted by the dark death qi, and he could only sense a trace of unextinguished spiritual consciousness in the spiritual world.

Feeling that there was still a spiritual light left in the spiritual world of the Dao Stone Buddha, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, it was good that he didn't die.

"It's you. ”

At this moment, a voice sounded, as if coming from all directions, and I couldn't feel the emotional fluctuations in the sound.

"Corpse luck. ”

Qing Yanghuan's expression froze, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he said loudly: "It's me." ”

As he spoke, the five streams of light on his body went in five directions of the corpse realm, and a fist-sized black seal was suspended above his head, and a wisp of purple light overflowed at the center of his eyebrows, enveloping his whole body.

"You were the one who ...... me back then"

However, Qing Yanghuan didn't listen to his words at all, the seal above his head hummed, and his eyes flashed with a ghostly light at this moment.

"I temporarily take the position of Yin Si Yama, and I will reopen the underworld!"

In an instant, the seal suspended above the head seemed to have received an edict, and this seal from the king of Yama, one of the ten halls of Yama, represented the identity of the king of Yama, and it was also the seal of the king of Hades who was crowned in the Middle Ages.

Now in the hands of Qingyang Huan, it means that Qingyang Huan carries the Yin Division fruit position of the King of Hades, and can naturally command the underworld.

Thundered!

When the Yama Seal roared, a black mist appeared over the Netherworld, and the dim sky of the entire Netherworld was covered by breath, and the entire heaven and earth were pitch black, and the five fingers could not be seen when they reached out.

In the rolling black mist, the void above the corpse realm made a crackling sound, the world barrier shattered, and an ancient darkness, colder and more decaying land than the corpse earth, manifested from nothingness and descended on this heaven and earth.

Bang!

The world collided, the sky swirled, and the dead moon hanging high in the corpse realm fell into the underworld with only one breath, and the black yin soil tilted down and crashed into the corpse soil.

At this moment, the soils of the two continents actually fused together, this scene made Qing Yanghuan show surprise, his spiritual will was tense, and he had been paying attention to the fluctuations around him, lest the luck of the corpse clan would backfire.

But the scene in front of him made him surprised, the places where different ethnic groups live, because of the living habits of their respective ethnic groups, naturally have isolation and exclusion.

However, when the underworld descended on the corpse land, except for the rejection of the corpse clan's luck and will, he couldn't feel the estrangement.

Unless.

The Corpse Realm and the Netherworld are originally a part.

In the darkness, there were five majestic figures, standing in the five directions of heaven and earth, like the gods of the world, allowing the shaking corpse world to gradually settle down, allowing the underworld to continue to manifest and merge towards the corpse soil.

"Ah Huan, be careful!"

However, at this moment, Qing Yanghuan's mind was in a trance for a moment, and the spiritual world suddenly turned into a terrifying corpse world.

Thundered!

The dead qi scattered in all directions in the corpse realm seemed to have been summoned, and all rivers returned to the sea, and suddenly converged into a black dragon, which fell from the sky and fell into Qingyang Huan's body.

The world of the mind.

A figure that looked like a nine-point figure from the previous corpse ancestor appeared, and the whole figure was like illusory black smoke, and thousands of black mist wrapped Qingyang Huan's spiritual world tightly with a wave of his hand.

Seeing this scene, Qingyang Huan's battle spirit got up, and on the opposite side, he noticed that the four directions had turned into tombs, and the ancient burial ground was full of tombs and countless white bones.

For these, he naturally doesn't care, it's just illusions, the more flaws in his heart, the more real these illusions will be, he has experienced a hundred years of life-and-death struggle in the ancient battlefield, and the white bones he saw are more terrifying than in these illusions.

It's just that I didn't expect that the luck of a clan can really be transformed, you must know that he killed the ancestor of the corpse clan who carried the luck, and the way of luck is mysterious and mysterious, even he doesn't know what kind of existence the will of luck of the clan is.

"If you destroy my people, then become my people." ”

The will of the corpse clan manifested, his expression was indifferent, and he could not see the slightest anger, no different from an old man who had been up and down for countless years.

The next moment, the will of the corpse clan reached out and brought Qing Yanghuan a thrilling feeling in the spiritual world, and in an instant, the six reincarnation arrays fell, crashing towards the will of the corpse clan.

The reincarnation array fell, and the hand that the corpse clan would poke out violently retracted as if it had been thundered, but it was not making a move, but stood there without moving.

Qing Yang Huan didn't make a move, he had six reincarnations to protect the immortal battle soul, since the corpse clan's luck manifested in his spiritual world, then it would be a little easier for the outside underworld realm to devour the corpse realm.

It is impossible for these as corpse clan luck not to know, the root of his existence is the corpse soil and the corpse warriors who have been bred from generation to generation in the corpse soil.

"You want the land of the corpses and restore the underworld. ”

At this moment, the will of the corpse clan actually reined in its momentum, and its eyes fell on Qingyang Huan's body.

"Not bad. ”

The momentum is ready to go, Qing Yang Huan did not deny that being able to enter his spiritual world means that the will of this manifested corpse clan is beyond his imagination in some aspects.

"This corpse was born on a broken part of the Middle Netherworld. ”

"If you want me, I'll leave it to you, and it can be regarded as returning the thing to its original owner. ”

"What?"

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan was stunned, if it wasn't for the spiritual world, it was directly the manifestation of the origin spirit, he still thought that he had heard it wrong.

The luck of a clan is that they give up their own ethnicity and land.

"What conditions do you have. ”

Feeling that the dead qi in the spreading spiritual world gradually returned to the figure of the corpse clan's will, Qingyang Huan spoke, but the reincarnation door in his hand was still overflowing with green light, protecting him in it.

"I want to be reincarnated and become a true flesh and blood. ”

"Whether it's a god, a demon, a human race, or even a tree, a grass, or even a bug or ant. ”

"You are in charge of reincarnation, protect me into reincarnation. ”

"Promise me, I will hand over the entire corpse world to you, and even order the entire corpse clan to help you become enlightened, otherwise you will all die. ”

"You ......"

Qing Yanghuan was a little surprised that this phantom in front of him, the luck of the clan, would look like this, it was unimaginable.

"I'd rather turn into a grass, the first year of life, the first bud, the end of withering, the reincarnation of one year old. ”

"Even if it's a mayfly, it will die in the twilight of life, and it will end forever. ”

"Will you promise?"

At this moment, the entire figure of the silent corpse clan seemed to be on the verge of madness, as if it was about to explode completely in the next moment.

"Now the reconstruction of the underworld is not complete, and the cycle of reincarnation is no more. ”

"Make a heavenly oath to help me enter reincarnation, if I can't do it, the Tao will destroy people and die, and I won't be able to be reborn. ”