Cultivator In Martial God World

At dusk, the entire film of Heaven and Earth plunged into darkness.

The grass weaves horizontally, the fireflies are dotted, and the zombie-like Changlin walks in the grass mudflats, and from time to time unknown insects are alarmed, or screamed, or danced, and circled around him.

These, as Elder of the corpse hall, Chang Lin has long been used to it.

Chang Lin doesn't like light. He likes darkness, corruption, and all dark and humid places.

As he likes corpses.

Chaotic Burial Mound has a lot of corpses. Chang Lin stopped in front of a tomb, with a rare suspicion on his dry face.

The tomb is open, the decayed coffin is exposed, and the stagnant water turns yellow and exudes an unpleasant smell.

The corpse has long since disappeared.

Chang Lin stood quietly. After an unknown period of time, he suddenly turned around and looked towards the unknown darkness.

There, there is a person.

"His Royal Highness likes this place too?" After a while, Chang Lin looked at Darkness Dao.

"I don't like it." Yang Xuan walked out of the darkness and stood on a tombstone.

On the tombstone, after years of wind and rain, the other handwriting has been invisible. The only thing I can see is a big father character.

It seems that this is the father who does not know who was buried here.

Chang Lin retracted his gaze from the tombstone, and said in a harsh tone: "His Royal Highness traced here late at night, but what does it mean?"

Yang Xuan's tone is still flat, without joy or sadness. "What do you think of this tombstone at my feet? Can it stand in front of your grave?"

Chang Lin laughed, and the voice of jié jié spread across the night sky.

"His Royal Highness is going to kill me? I don't know where I offended Your Highness?"

Yang Xuan shook the head and said, "I just want to ask you a question."

"oh?" Chang Lin was a little surprised: "What's the problem with your Highness?"

"The soul is hidden in the body, keeping the mind, how to solve the problem of aging?"

Chang Lin was silent, and there was a cold and decadent breath from his body.

After a long while, he spoke, but in his voice, there was boundless murderous intention.

"His Royal Highness, this is the method of soul-refining. It belongs to the top secret of my corpse hall. Only the Palace Lord can practice it. Where did Your Highness learn about it?"

Yang Xuan took a deep breath, he knew he was looking in the right direction.

In the corpse hall, there really is a way to solve Pei Meng's problem.

"Chang Elder, let me see your corpse puppet!" Yang Xuan walked off the tombstone and said indifferently.

"His Royal Highness had better clarify the last question." Chang Lin's voice was cold, as cold as a corpse.

Yang Xuan smiled. He looked at Chang Lin and said indifferently: "I killed a lot of people before, but I have improved my temper a lot recently. I don't really want to kill."

Chang Lin didn't say a word, but his body began to shake slightly.

Yang Xuan smiled, then said: "But if someone is courting death, I don't mind giving him a ride."

"hahahaha!" Chang Lin smiled and laughed The sound is like a crow in the night sky, unpleasant and cruel: "I have heard people talk about your arrogance, but I didn't expect you to be so arrogant."

As the laughter passed, He floated in the air.

"Bai Qi, let me weigh, you Qing Heavenly Saint, are you not just in name only, but also in reality?"

tone barely fell, Heaven and Earth changes color.

The wind is miserable, the chill is permeated, and the cold night sky is full. All the starlights are disappeared, and the only thing left is one hand.

A hand glowing with azure light, as dry as a corpse.

Yang Xuan raised his head slightly, looking at the arm that fell from the sky and exuded boundless killing intent, but his brow frowned.

He smelled a faint fishy smell, like a stinky fish that had been dead for ten days, with decay and death.

The big hand fell, covering the entire sky.

Yang Xuan ignored in the sky's arm, he just tapped his toe lightly, and then left the tombstone.

bang!

next moment, the tombstone all split up and in pieces, a black arm stretched out from under the tombstone, tearing the tombstone and disrupting the space .

The huge Space Crack spread arbitrarily, cutting the air into numerous cracks and cutting the ground into deep trenches.

In the place where the crack passed, Yang Xuan strangely saw that the light that was originally permeating all around was strangely sucked into the crack, just like a black hole absorbing light.

The crack continues to spread and meets the palm of in the sky.

The palm of his hand suddenly made a fist, seeming to grab countless cracks in his hand.

next moment, a voice filled with boundless coldness came from the crack

"Crack!"

The space broke, the sky collapsed!

Between the palm of in the sky and the black arm at the tombstone on the ground, numerous black cracks suddenly appeared, like black thin lines, forming a cage, immediately surrounding Yang Xuan .

Yang Xuan felt that the air around him was evacuated instantly, and he couldn't breathe.

At the same time, there was a feeling of splitting in his body, as if his arms and limbs were about to leave his body at the next moment.

Yang Xuan once read a book related to the corpse hall when he was reading in the holy library. There is a mysterious connection between them, the move to cut the void with power, called the corpse split, the formidable power is huge, it is the unspread secret of the corpse hall.

Now it seems that name is not in vain.

"His Royal Highness, the second sequence is not so easy to take, and the killing authority is not so easy to have."

Changlin's cold voice filled the night sky, suddenly The left and the right are suddenly on the right, making people unable to hold the direction.

"Really?" Yang Xuan smiled, his smile blooming in the night sky.

next moment, a red flame appeared in his hand.

The flame is burning, the flames are blazing, and the Chaotic Burial Mound is shining brightly.

The Changlin floating in the night sky is also reflected.

Yang Xuan looked at Chang Lin, indifferently said: "I don’t know if your corpse puppet is afraid of fire?"

As soon as the voice fell, he threw out the flame in his hand at will .

The flame left Yang Xuan's hand, fell on the ground, and then disappeared.

Chang Lin's face is very strange, like curious, but also like joking.

The ground vibrated, and then, from the cracked tombstone, a tall black figure suddenly jumped out.

The black shadow is burning with red flames, and in his hands, the black shadow is holding countless black cracks like a silk thread, which is connected to the black cage beside Yang Xuan.

This time Yang Xuan saw clearly.

It was a black body wearing a strange mask.

A corpse puppet belonging to Void Divinity Realm in Changlin.

Yang Xuan frowned slightly. He somewhat understood why the corpse hall could stand on the Holy Mountain for many years.

Chang Lin itself is the cultivation base of Void God Realm. He even owns a corpse of Void Divinity Realm. Adding two by two is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

As soon as the corpse puppet appeared from the ground, the black line in his hand was tightened.

The black line trembles, and the cracks around Yang Xuan's body instantly split towards Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan’s Spiritual Qi flames did not cause any harm to the corpse puppets.

"I have read the report about you and I know that you have a variety of weird martial arts such as the imperial flame. Now when I see it, it is really different from the general Martial Artist. It seems Immortal Sect martial arts , It really is different."

Chang Lin stood in the night sky, his dry face owed even the slightest expression: "But wanting to use this flame to hurt my corpse puppet is a foolish dream. "

Looking at the black line getting closer, Yang Xuan suddenly shook the head, and then indifferently said: "What about this one?"

As soon as the voice fell, the red lotus appeared.