The World of Evil Spirits: I Push This World Across the World with My Flesh

soon.

A group of people passed through a large number of ruins and saw many collapsed buildings.

Finally, in the black ruins, I saw the corpse of the god.

The entire corpse stood on the ground, with its legs straight. After an unknown number of years, its body was still radiant, and its eyes were closed tightly, as if it was alive.

His hair was black, his face was broad and square, and his skin was orange-yellow with a metallic shimmer.

Even though it was already a corpse, it still exuded an invisible power, and the breath was suppressed, covering all directions.

"Senior Jiang, that is the god corpse!"

Monk Xuanhui pointed forward and said intently.

Jiang Dao looked over and sized up the entire god corpse. The god corpse was surprisingly tall, with a loose shawl, about three meters long, with wide hands and feet, and stood motionless. Same as Shenyue.

Soon, he found something unusual.

I saw the chest of the god corpse, which was transparent from front to back.

The heart inside disappeared.

Inside the huge wound, there was not even a trace of blood, and other internal organs could be clearly seen.

All the internal organs are like precious stones. After countless years, they still haven't rotted. The outside looks like agate, and even the blood vessels are carved out of jasper.

"How did this corpse die?"

Jiang Dao asked.

"I don't know, the time is too long, and no one can tell that period of history."

Monk Xuanhui shook his head lightly, "But there are still writings on the feet of the god corpse."

Jiang Dao immediately looked around.

All I saw was a line of messy and scrawled ancient characters left on a bluestone slab.

All the writing is extremely ancient, and it is different from any writing today.

"What is this writing?"

"It can't be read, and we can't figure it out."

Monk Xuancheng sighed, "Moreover, this divine corpse is also extremely heavy, and it is difficult to hurt him with swords and swords. No matter what methods we use, we can't hurt him at all. We once wanted to separate this divine corpse for research, but we couldn't do it all. Failed."

Jiang Dao was secretly amazed, and turned around the god's corpse.

Suddenly, he stretched out a huge palm and touched the corpse.

Monk Xuan Cheng's expression changed slightly, he was about to speak to stop him, but stopped immediately.

Soon, Jiang Dao's palm fell on the god's corpse, and his heart became even more suspicious.

The body surface of this divine corpse still had a trace of warmth to the touch, as if it was not dead at all.

"This thing... is this thing really dead?"

He lost his voice.

Monk Xuanhui smiled wryly, and said, "We just saw this god corpse before, and we had the same idea as Senior Jiang, but we tried to wake up the god corpse with various methods and all failed, and we checked carefully, this god corpse There is indeed no life fluctuation in the body of the corpse..."

Curious in Jiang Dao's heart, he subconsciously controlled his zhenqi, and slowly surged towards the body of the god's corpse, and traces of blazing yang zhenqi silently entered into the god's corpse.

As soon as he entered, Jiang Dao's face froze, and he could clearly sense a huge and vast force coming from the body of the god corpse.

Compared with the opponent's strength, his true energy is pitifully weak.

If the opponent's strength is equivalent to the vast ocean, then his strength is not even a small lake, at best it is a puddle of water.

But soon, Jiang Dao's face suddenly changed, and he quickly withdrew his palm.

Really angry!

Is there true energy in the body of this god corpse?

Not spiritual power!

It's not Yin power either!

How can this be?

"Senior Jiang, you... did you find something?"

Monk Xuanhui's complexion changed, and he couldn't help but speak.

Jiang Dao's heart was turbulent, and he set off a monstrous wave.

He remembered hearing the night watchman say that in the distant era, human beings had a glorious history, but after a fierce battle, the inheritance of human beings was broken and the entire ancient history disappeared.

Could it be that this god corpse is a character from the last era?

Humans in that era all cultivated true qi?

Jiang Dao let out a breath of hot air, shook his head slightly, and said, "I didn't find it, show me other places."

He turned around and walked towards the distance, his heart still violently turbulent.

The last time the evil gods wreaked havoc on the earth, it snowed continuously for three consecutive months. It is said that it was because Shangyi wanted to exterminate the night watchman...

What is this intention?

Could this divine corpse be related to Shangyi?

According to the night watchman, the disintegration of the last era is related to Shangyi...

For a while, various ideas kept popping up in his mind.

Chapter 318 Resurrection Divine Liquid

Next, under the leadership of Xuan Hui, Xuan Cheng and the others, Jiang Dao made a roughly round trip in this vast underground area.

The whole underground area is really too big.

Boundless and vast, almost no different from the real world.

In a short period of time, it is impossible for them to finish watching.

Jiang Dao and the others only made a rough circle around a hundred miles away.

Half a day later, they returned along the original road again, left this huge underground crack, and returned to the surface.

"Senior Jiang, please let us think about the matter of the Shengong for a night, and we will definitely give Senior Jiang an answer tomorrow morning."

Monk Xuanhui clasped his hands together and spoke to Jiang Dao.

"Okay, thank you, Master."

Jiang Dao also directly raised his palms and performed the Buddhist ceremony.

"Master Yuanmu, we will also consider your conditions, and we will give you an answer tomorrow morning."

Monk Xuanhui then looked at Daoist Yuan Mu, Prince Dayu and others.

"It's okay!"

Daoist Yuan Mu bowed back and said.

Monk Xuanhui and Xuancheng immediately ordered people to lead Jiang Dao and the others out respectively.

Jiang Dao's body had already returned to its normal size, his face was calm, he didn't even look at Daoist Log, he stepped up and walked into the distance.

Priest Yuan Mu and Pang Tianling walked in another direction.

"Junior Brother, what is the origin of this Jiang Dao?"

Not long after they left, Monk Xuan Cheng's expression was solemn and he began to whisper.

"I don't know... But, the masters sent by the Great Southwest Alliance this time... were...killed by him."

Monk Xuanhui said in a deep voice.

"Killed all of them? Bai Junting also died at the fourth rank of god level?"

Monk Xuan Cheng said in surprise.

"Yes, and more importantly, I feel a trace of familiarity in this Jiang Dao!"

Monk Xuanhui stared closely at Jiang Dao's leaving back, and said, "His aura is very similar to that demon that also broke into the Ten Thousand Buddha Pagoda that night."

"What? Could it be that monster is him?"

Monk Xuan Cheng was surprised again.

"Even if it's not him, it must be related to this person, maybe it's someone else behind him!"

Monk Xuanhui said in a heavy tone, "Right now, if we want to keep the god corpse and keep the secrets in the underworld, we can only form an alliance with this person. If it is acquired by others, even my old Buddhist temple will be wiped out!"

"That's right, I'll call the other senior brothers over to discuss together!"

Monk Xuan Cheng nodded his head.

In their old Buddhist temple, there are a total of nine monks of the Xuan family.

Except for the three who have been sitting in death all year round, the remaining six are in charge of the affairs. Among these six, three have reached the fifth rank of the god level. It can be said that any major event in the old Buddhist temple can only be decided by the six of them.

The two had a lot of thoughts and left here immediately.

another direction.

Secluded courtyard.

As soon as the Prince of Dayu came back, he grabbed the teacup on the table and smashed it hard on the ground, his face darkened and veins emerged, "What is the origin of this Jiang Dao, a lifeless thing?"

"Back to the prince, the subordinates can't explain clearly, this person's identity is a mystery, and his strength is a mystery!"

Pang Tianling smiled wryly.

"Don't understand? If you don't understand, then kill him directly, Yin slave!"

Prince Dayu's tone was cold, and he gave the gift box directly.

brush!

Silently, a cloud of dark mist appeared behind him instantly, which was extremely abrupt.

As soon as it appeared, the temperature in the entire hall dropped rapidly.

The ground, tea, tables, chairs and benches were all covered with a thick layer of hoarfrost.

The cloudy mist dissipated, and there were nine zombie-like figures dressed in black with pale faces and dull eyes. Each of them was tall and thin, and they were all dressed in white mortuary clothes.

In the middle of all the mortuary clothes, there is a big word "death".

As soon as they appeared, the ground under their feet began to freeze rapidly.

The entire hall seemed to have turned into a gloomy underworld.

The expressions of Pang Tianling and Daoist Qingsong changed suddenly.

Yin spirit guard!

According to the rumors, within the Dayu Dynasty, there has always been an extremely terrifying Yin spirit guard. It consists of nine people, killing people like hemp, and their strength is terrifying. They were born to defend the imperial power.

Every one of the weakest is God-level Rank [-] cultivation base!

Unexpectedly, it was true.

"Kill that Jiang Dao for me, and search for his soul to find out his family and race. I will directly exterminate his family and leave no one behind!"

Prince Dayu's tone turned cold, and he immediately grasped the armrest of the seat with his palm.

Whoa!

The wooden seat armrest was smashed by him directly, not even a speck of fly ash was left.

"and many more!"

Daoist Yuanmu suddenly spoke in a low voice.

But the nine Yin spirit guards disappeared in an instant as if they hadn't heard it.

They don't have any emotions at all, the purpose of life is to kill, as long as their master speaks, they can enter anywhere, and the master doesn't speak, and they don't listen to anyone.

Prince Dayu frowned when he saw Daoist Yuan Mu speak. Although he was reluctant, he still spoke again, "Come back!"