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Tunchan left early. Wu Touze was still in a daze and did not come back to his senses, so he wandered back.

Nie Quanjiu also had to take charge of the overall situation, and all the chores were on his shoulders, so he did not sit for a long time. He returned to the main hall just after sunset and packed up all the documents at once.

They should also prepare everything early so as not to delay Jinghong's arrangements.

A low table was set up in front of the Ghost King's Hall, and Tu Shanjun casually summoned a demon to serve beside him. The devil was quite honest. He knelt down and poured wine for the two of them while holding his breath.

This shocked Ma Lu, who was sitting across from the low table.

He knew at a glance that this demonic person was a peak grand master. The pinnacle grand master poured wine for him, a monk in the early stage of the golden elixir. This treatment could no longer be said to be flattering, but frightening.

Looking at his cultivation ability at the early stage of the Golden Pill, Ma Lu smiled helplessly.

With such a level of cultivation, he is not even qualified to serve tea and water to True Monarch Nascent Soul, let alone follow him. If he encounters an enemy, he may become a burden.

He looked down at the spiritual wine in the bowl.

The moon is very bright tonight.

The wine cup reflected his face and the smile on his face like a mirror, but that smile was not the same as before. It was as if in an instant, he finally returned to the present from the past.

Ma Lu held up the cup and drank it. He let out a long breath before putting the wine cup down. He truly realized the difference.

It is not a gap in cultivation but a gap in path.

If a powerful enemy invades again, will he be able to fight side by side with the king again? The answer is definitely no. At that time, he would at most become cannon fodder, or become a magic weapon like the former blue-eyed ghost king.

"More than thirty years, almost forty years."

"For ordinary mortals, half a lifetime passes. For us monks, this is not a small amount."

"Your inheritance is not weak, don't let it go to waste."

Tu Shanjun still has the art of cultivating emotions, which is not something a kid should possess. Of course, at that time, it was only used by the kid as a heart-tugging object, and it was not as magical as it is now.

Each person's application and understanding of the technique will produce different effects.

Sometimes ordinary sword control skills can become particularly powerful in the hands of talented swordsmen.

It was the emotion-bending technique that allowed him to sense other people's moods. He didn't say anything, just like he had been taciturn before, he just told Ma Lu to practice well and not to waste a good inheritance.

Demon cultivators naturally inherit part of the inheritance.

If the big monster becomes even more powerful in the future, they will possess some of the big monster's cultivation knowledge and skills, allowing them to swallow spiritual energy in the wilderness and become spirits.

Seeing Malu again after a long absence reminded Tushanjun of an old friend. Although the monk looked awkward to Tu Shanjun, he was actually a good man. He came to Daheishan in love and ruined his life.

The most basic thing in the spiritual world is still strength.

Without strength, it is difficult to move forward.

The storage bag Tu Shanjun left for them not only contained elixirs and other resources, but also his explanation of the golden elixir path. As long as they could understand it, there was no guarantee that they would be able to achieve anything, at least they would be able to walk on the road ahead. It will be much easier.

When Malu raised his head, the sky was clear.

A faint light rises from the east, and the sea of ​​clouds between the mountains is dyed golden by the glow of the rays.

"The king has left." Nie Quanjiu walked to the low table.

"I didn't ask to follow the king because I knew that this issue was inevitable. So why did you?"

Malu sighed and said, "I don't have the courage."

"Do you know who I saw next to the king?"

"who?"

"The pinnacle grandmaster, pretending to be a boy serving tea and water."

"Yeah."

Nie Quanjiu didn't seem surprised.

He bowed his head and remained silent.

Everything is done by monks, so there is no important matter that needs him to preside over. He is trying to escape by saying this, but in fact it is just the same, he does not have the courage to speak out.

"We should also practice hard, otherwise the young master will leave us far behind."

"Will you continue to protect the young master's baby then?"

"Can't I be a nanny for the rest of my life?"

Hearing this, Nie Quanjiu and Ma Lu looked at each other without saying anything.

He laughed immediately.

"Ha ha."

"Hahaha!"

Both of them laughed loudly, and their hearty laughter spread across the mountain top.

…

Corpse Demon Sect.

There is a coffin standing in the corpse-rearing place deep underground.

The Yin Shen of the Earthly Corpse Master sat quietly on top of the coffin, and suddenly opened his eyes when footsteps sounded. The golden elixir master's divine light was released, and the aura around him was like a full moon.

Until footsteps approached.

The divine light in Master Earthly Corpse's eyes dimmed, Yin Shen did not stand up but spoke: "Brother, you are finally out of seclusion!"

The corpse raising ground has gathered thousands of years of accumulation of the Corpse Demon Sect, and this copper coffin is the spiritual treasure of their sect. So many great master zombies come from this spiritual treasure copper coffin, which provides many battles for the Corpse Demon Sect. force.

The person who came here made a magic formula, and the wind made a sound of fire.

At a glance, the faint fire candles are densely covered with stars, displayed at various nodes of the complex formation.

"How about it? Can you refine the iron corpse in the coffin?"

The Earthly Corpse Master suddenly had a sad face: "The fool's consciousness is easy to suppress, but the fool's consciousness is connected with the corpse's palm, and the two have merged into one. The most I can do is suppress it within my body and cannot swallow it. .”

The light from the candlelight was a bit blurry, and the speaker's face could not be clearly seen, only that he was tall and tall.

The man was satisfied, nodded and said, "No need to embezzle."

"It's a good thing that the fool's consciousness and hands are fused, so that in the future, he can piece this iron corpse together with his weak consciousness, and then the legendary corpse demon can become your body, junior brother."

"I am in seclusion this time to understand the precious art of corpse refining, but I have suffered a lot from my junior brother. Once a living corpse is transformed into a living corpse, my junior brother will become the dominant yin god of this powerful corpse refining. I'm afraid I won't be able to escape by then."

The Earthly Corpse Master gritted his teeth while his eyes were filled with hatred. Although he was saved by his senior brother, his origin was also injured. The unknown true meaning and magical power of the Nascent Soul Master was really hurtful, making him unable to rebuild even after reincarnation, let alone take away his body.

If you want to survive, you can only refine the Yin God into a zombie body and become a living corpse.

"As long as I can survive, it will be fine. If I survive, I will have a chance to take revenge. I want revenge!" Master Earth Corpse roared, and the Yin Qi around him seemed to turn into a tide and surge out in all directions.

"Since junior brother is determined, I can rest assured."

"After ninety-nine and eighty-one days of smelting the formation, as long as you don't get lost, junior brother, there will be no accidents."

The tall man sighed and threw a magic weapon over and said, "Junior brother, no matter what kind of pain you suffer, don't forget hatred."

"Raise the corpse."

The ghost of the earthly corpse suddenly floated up from the copper coffin.

With a loud bang, the lid of the copper coffin opened, a thick arm stretched out, and then a huge headless body sat up straight.

The knots of muscles on the headless body are like augers attached to stone pillars.

The huge evil energy turned into ripples, and it was impossible to determine the strength of the headless corpse by looking at its aura, but such a momentum was definitely not that of low cultivation.

The most peculiar thing is the pair of palms. The black and red palms are like crystals condensed into cuticles. The palms are beating like a heart. Every breath and breath is like these hands are alive.

Ordinary people would definitely not know the difference, and would not even know how to restore some of the strength of these palms.

But where is the Corpse Demon Sect? Their core skill is to cultivate powerful corpse refiners, and they also have some insights into the legendary Corpse Demon.

Therefore, after obtaining this headless body, the corpse demon's hands were rejuvenated.

"The zombies of heaven and earth are practicing magic and magic!"

With the guidance of the spell and the response of the surrounding formations, the Yin spirit of the Earthly Corpse Master gradually merged into the headless body in front of him.

This body is so huge that even without the head it looks like an iron tower.

It's a pity that those who get the corpse demon's hands don't know how to use them. Relying on the superficial accumulation of evil energy, they don't know when and how long it will take for the hands to wake up.

"Buzz!"

The faint candle flame went out in an instant.

Bathed in the evil spirit, the tall body walked out of the Lingbao Xuan coffin and stood in front of Master Tianzhi.

A buzzing sound came from my belly, which was the joy of taking root and surviving: "Brother, I succeeded!"

The voice of Master Earthly Corpse came, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that his strength had not changed much. However, this body was not as powerful as a peak grandmaster, but he was not the Nascent Soul Lord either.

"Why am I not as strong as the Nascent Soul Lord?"

"Although you are not the True Monarch of Nascent Soul yet, in a close-quarters fight, the Zhen Gang of the True Monarch of Nascent Soul cannot stop the attacking methods of the Corpse Demon. As long as you can protect your Yin Shen, you still have the power to fight. of."

Master Earthly Corpse shouted: "Then what are you waiting for? I'm going to take revenge now."

"Junior brother, please be patient. My strength has reached the level of a false infant. Since we want revenge, we must continue to wait until we are strong enough." Master Tianshi said in a deep voice.

"How long will it take?"

"At least until my strength reaches True Lord Nascent Soul."

"But……"

"Nothing but."

Master Earthly Corpse did not continue to argue but lay back in the copper coffin, receiving the yin energy from the sect's corpse-raising veins. He could feel that the body was still getting stronger, and the palms of the zombies were still greedily absorbing the yin energy.

The coffin lid closed with a bang.

The tall figure stretched out his palms and sleeves, and chains flew out to lock the copper coffin.

"Junior brother, just have a good sleep."

…

The sea of ​​clouds swept across.

Tushanjun stepped on the cloud and stood beside a person.

He said in a cold voice: "You have been waiting since I came here. Who sent you here?" As he spoke, his consciousness locked the figure in the robe and hood like a thread.

The coercion of the Nascent Soul Lord turned into a big hand, holding it tightly.

The man in black robe suddenly turned back to look at Tushanjun and quickly lowered his head and said, "My master has invited me."

"Your master?" Tu Shanjun frowned slightly.

He had no memory of knowing this person, let alone his master. However, a monk who can make a top master willing to surrender is probably of high level of cultivation.

"My master is deep in the Netherworld."