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Get out of the Seventh Mountain!

As long as you step out of the seventh mountain, you can get the inheritance of Lord Corpse Lord!

In the past, no one from the Corpse Lord lineage could get out of the Seventh Mountain. Maybe there was, but it was too far away. Even Li Qingzhe couldn't get out.

But Chu Yan did it!

"Damn it, Li Ziwen has reached the Vientiane stage, but he still can't stop him! Could this man be my nemesis? Damn it, he actually got there first!"

At this moment, Li Qingzhe was extremely furious. How could he accept such a thing?

But then, a fierce look flashed in Li Qingzhe's eyes and he said: "This person has survived the catastrophe of life and death, so I can also plant the three yin poisons. Within three hundred years, my cultivation level will definitely soar!"

"The Seventh Corpse Mountain, Gui Ling actually walked out of the Seventh Corpse Mountain!"

"Is he going to become Lord Corpse Lord's true disciple?"

"Li Qingzhe only inherited part of it. Does Gui Ling have to get all of it?"

"I'm afraid that Gui Ling will be my holy son in the Corpse Immortal Mountain Range from now on!"

"This person's instant fame is truly unbelievable!"

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After a brief silence, the sound of discussion spread like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

"Yin Qi, explode!"

At this moment, Li Ziwen shouted loudly, and the Yin Qi in his bone body suddenly exploded, immediately dispersing all the thunder and lightning on his body.

There was a burnt aura emanating from his body, and he looked a little embarrassed.

This time, he was seriously injured.

"Ghost Ling..."

Li Ziwen's eyes flashed with coldness. For the first time, he had such a deep intention to kill someone.

After reaching the Vientiane Stage, his first thought was to suppress Li Qingzhe and Ming Ziqian and become the first genius of the Ming Xiu lineage.

Suppressing Li Qingzhe was very smooth, but I didn't want a ghost to suddenly appear. If his cultivation level was equal to his own, it would be easy to say that he would be defeated by him. In a remote place, his cultivation level was far inferior to mine, but with many tricks, he was seriously injured. , it would be too shameful for such things to spread.

"It's just the seventh corpse mountain. I'm not a corpse cultivator. The corpse energy of heaven and earth is useless to me. I must kill you today!"

Thinking about it, Li Ziwen walked towards Chu Yan's disappearance and left as fast as possible.

Chu Yan disappeared after walking out of the Seventh Corpse Mountain.

In the Corpse Lord lineage, almost no one knew what was behind the Seventh Corpse Mountain.

Even Li Ziwen always relied on the teleportation array to directly enter the Corpse Hall every time he saw the Corpse Lord. After the Seventh Mountain, he was a mystery in the Corpse Lord's lineage.

There was a sea of ​​fog formed by the boundless gray corpse aura, and Chu Yan just walked into it and disappeared.

Li Ziwen was extremely fast. He rushed to the edge of the sea of ​​fog in just one breath, and rushed straight into it without any hesitation.

However:

"Bang!"

Li Ziwen only felt that he had hit an insurmountable wall, and his whole body was directly shaken and flew backwards, blood spurting from his mouth.

"What's behind here? Why can he enter but I can't..."

When Li Ziwen saw this scene, his eyes showed great shock.

At this moment, the Corpse Lord’s voice came:

"Junior Bone Cultivator, this is an important place for my Corpse Cultivator lineage. If you can enter, I won't stop you!"

Li Ziwen immediately stood up, bowed deeply in the direction of Wuhai and said, "This junior is rude! But this junior comes here because he has something to say!"

"explain!"

The Corpse Lord's voice came again.

"Senior, please take a look at this matter regarding this overseas hunting!"

As Li Ziwen spoke, light flashed in his hand, and a jade slip appeared. Before he could say more, the jade slip flew into the sea of ​​fog.

"Stay back! Today you, the juniors, are fighting. I am naturally speechless, but Old Bones is screaming at me. Go back and tell him. I will give him an explanation someday!"

At this moment, Corpse Lord's voice came out again.

When Li Ziwen heard this, his expression changed and he said, "Senior, actually this time..."

"Let's go!"

The voice of the Corpse Lord came again.

Immediately, in the sea of ​​mist, the boundless corpse energy condensed into an arm and gently pushed Li Ziwen.

Immediately, Li Ziwen's voice seemed to be uncontrollable, and he flew towards the Bone Warship at an extremely fast speed.

After falling into the Bone Warship, Li Ziwen only felt his bones were numb, and he did not dare to say anything anymore. He said lightly to the many bone cultivators who were following him: "Let's go!"

Immediately, many bone cultivators entered the bone warship.

As for the Corpse Cultivator lineage, everyone looked at them with contempt in their eyes.

When he came today, he was arrogant at first, but in the end, he was manipulated by Gui Ling. It can be said that he didn't get any advantage at all.

The Bone Warship entered the void, and then the void healed and disappeared.

Deep in the Corpse Immortal Mountains, the Corpse Master is holding a jade slip in his hand, and his expression changes slightly.

"Is the overseas hunting really related to that matter? Although Old Bones is unreliable, there is no need to deceive him with this matter. In order not to attract the attention of other domains, it is indeed best to approach with a junior!"

The Corpse Lord said, and his entire body disappeared instantly.

In the corpse hall, there is an altar. This altar is very ancient. When it appeared, only the corpse himself probably knows.

At this moment, there were hundreds of cultivators surrounding the altar!

These hundreds of cultivators all have good momentum, and the worst ones are at the peak of the late stage of Wanxiang.

When they saw the Corpse Lord arriving, they immediately kowtowed together: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The Corpse Lord waved his hand and looked towards the altar.

This altar is very large, about ten feet wide and a hundred feet long!

On the altar, within every ten feet, the ground was covered with array patterns, which was a formation. On each of the formations, there was a coffin floating!

Each coffin was different!

The first one was a bronze coffin!

The second one was a yellow jade coffin!

…

There were ten formations in total, and ten coffins.

But the problem was that the lids of the other coffins were tightly closed, except for the ninth one.

The lid of the ninth coffin was actually on the side, and the coffin was wide open, and the formation underneath was a little weak.

"Old Nine, I can't remember how long you have been gone!"

The Corpse Lord looked at the ninth coffin, and his face exuded a sense of old age, as if it was the sadness of an old man in his twilight years.

"In my life, you are the only true disciple of the inheritance. The others are not qualified enough. I have pointed them out, but I cannot teach them everything. You are my hope. I have already thought about it. When you have achieved great cultivation, I will retire from this position and live in seclusion at the bottom of the mountain of corpses, never asking about worldly affairs again. However, you..."

When Corpse Lord said this, his expression showed pain.

The 100 cultivators sighed when they saw this scene. They had seen such a scene more than once. The Corpse Lord, who was high above and did not change his face in the face of anything, only showed such an expression when facing the empty ninth coffin.

"Forget it..."

Corpse Lord often sighed, and then said: "But I finally waited for it, let me wait for this destined person. I hope he will not disappoint me, otherwise, I will not be as soft-hearted as I was back then!"

As he said this, the light in Corpse Lord's hand dispersed, turning into nine rays, each falling into a coffin.

"And the nine of you are my proud students. Today, we will witness the appearance of the one who entered the eighth mountain!"

As he spoke, Corpse Lord waved his hand, and an illusory shadow appeared in the sky above the nine coffins on the altar. The next moment, a young figure appeared in it.

"Yes, Corpse Lord!"

In the nine coffins, there was a hoarse voice.

The person in the picture was really Chu Yan.

After walking out of the seventh Corpse Mountain, Chu Yan thought he would see Corpse Lord, but he didn't expect that there was an eighth mountain in this sea of ​​fog.

Chu Yan didn't care about all this at the moment. What he cared about was his own immortal spirit.

Chu Yan stared at a ball of light in front of him.

This ball of light contained a terrifying corpse aura, which appeared behind Chu Yan when he walked out of the seventh mountain!

Chu Yan knew that this was his own immortal spirit.

The immortal spirit began to change, changing rapidly, and gradually formed a female figure.

The figure of this woman, with black hair, has corpse qi on her body, but it is not much, and the whole person exudes a sense of spirituality.

The ranking of the natal immortals in the Netherworld is 32nd:

Corpse Spirit Xuannv!

If people from the outside world see her, they will definitely be shocked.

But separated by the sea of ​​fog, no one knows what happened here!

However, this scene fell into the eyes of the Corpse Lord, the many elders around him, and the nine beings in the coffin.

Chu Yan looked at the natal immortal in front of him, tears had already flowed, and he couldn't help but say: "Yutong, is it you?"

Although this appearance is different from Yutong, at this moment, the aura exuded from it is very close to Yutong.

However, although this Corpse Spirit Xuannv has a sense of spirituality between her eyebrows, she did not speak, and her eyes exuded an instinctive color of doubt.

"Yutong, is it you? If it is you, just speak up, is it you?"

Chu Yan held his own immortal spirit with both hands, but the corpse spirit Xuannv was still confused.

"She is and she is not!"

At this moment, an old voice came.

"Senior Corpse Master, I know it is you, please save her, no matter what you say, I promise..."

Chu Yan immediately knelt down towards the vague mountain in the depths of the fog sea and begged to speak.

Back then, he owed Yutong a life. If he really needs it today, how can he not pay it back?

PS: The sixth update is here. I am very tired now. I will continue to code the seventh update. Everyone wait for me to return!

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