"roar!"

Mao Zon was furious and left Xiao Chen, floating on the surface of the pond, black hair was angrily raised, and rushed forward to the charming skeleton Drought Ba.

Facing the siege, the drought and Mao Zombie started to fight in an instant, and were shocked that the corpse liquid splashed on the pond several feet apart and shot in the sky.

"Zheng!"

The bone blade in Hanba's hand slashed obliquely, and a knife slashed on the shoulder of Mao Jian! A faint sound of gold and iron clashing sound came from.

Xiao Chen frowned slightly, looked closely and rolled his eyes immediately.

With one knife, Mao Zhan was completely unscathed. Instead, the bone blade in Hanba's hand seemed to have broken into several gaps, and faintly, some fine bone chips seemed to be shooting open.

Copper tendons and iron bones, it turns out!

"Roar!"

The hair zombie seemed to be slashed out with fierceness, opened her hideous mouth and roared to the sky! For a moment, the fierce momentum actually overwhelmed the drought, and the silent wave of air stirred the thick black corpse energy near his body backwards.

"Swish!"

The next moment, a sharp roar came again in the face of the Mingyuan Lake in the distance!

As the corpse was swelling, four terrifying skeletons were stroking towards each other.

The head was actually a strange beast about a twentieth century tall, with a huge head, one arm, and a pair of wings like wings, which were gathered behind the shoulders like two extremely sharp swords.

Although the skeleton of this strange beast has no weapons in its hands, and it is still far away, a thousand meters away, but a huge pressure is coming to the face.

After glanced at me, Mao Zon's body suddenly trembled, as if he had seen something unprovoked. He even ignored the silver dark flower beside him, turned around and sank into the dark pond in a blink of an eye, and there was no trace of it.

"call out!"

The droughty roared his head and roared, as if he was responding!

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and looked at Xiao Chen. Two pink faint lights flashed in his bones, as if there was a hint of hesitation. The next moment, he suddenly rushed up and flew towards the four bones that were flying away.

Without hesitation, the skeleton of the strange beast roared and immediately led the chasing general behind him.

It was not until the five skeletons disappeared into sight that Xiao Chen came to his senses. That guy... seemed to be helping him to lead the demon cultivator away?

While hesitating in his heart, Xiao Chen quickly swept the dark flowers, and without hesitation, he rushed towards the direction where the five skeletons disappeared...

Twenty-four hours passed in a blink of an eye!

Two days and two nights, countless dark fire flames of varying areas burned the sky, and the rolling black corpse qi was reflected by the dark fires of different colors, making them extremely mysterious.

Until now, within a radius of more than a hundred miles around Lingzi Island, the most powerful pieces of dark fire gradually faded. Looking from afar, some dark fires with a small coverage area dotted on the distant pond, no longer the kind of fierce power that was burning the sky two days ago.

On the east side of the island, the nine elders in the sect who were in the realm of "spiritual corpses" including Long Jiu, and dozens of second-generation disciples who were unable to advance to the "spiritual rank", but were almost all "imperial rank golden corpses" strong men. They were looking up at the distant Mingyuan Lake. Their faces were gloomy and gloomy, and they were obviously surprised and suspicious.

"Elder Sha, this time the Ming Abyss suddenly changed. Two days have passed. Although the fire has subsided within a radius of a hundred miles around the island, the hundreds of disciples who entered the ** land are afraid..."

His brow frowned slightly, and a trace of worry flashed in the elder Mo Wentian's eyes. He turned his head and looked at the elder Sha Zhanpeng who was floating in the void dozens of feet away.

"Hehe, so what? The mysterious storm in the Nether Abyss is something that everyone knows. Entering the pond to get flowers is an unpredictable move for life and death. My corpse cultivation has been against the will of heaven and is a matter of fighting for fate with heaven. If the fortune is not good, falling into the Nether Abyss is a matter of fate. Survival of the fittest is just a law of naturalness!"

Sha Zhanpeng smiled, and a faint disapproval flashed through his eyes as he spoke. This person has always been cold-hearted and firm, and has never been compassionate. Although these words were almost cold-blooded and ruthless, they were also the cruel reality of the corpse cultivation lineage.

"As the saying goes, misfortune is the basis of good fortune! Elder Mo seems to be too pessimistic, right?"

As he spoke, the elder Xiao Mianshi smiled indifferently: "Although there has been a mutant in the abyss, the brutal fire of such a large scale explodes. If those little bastards can hold on, the brutal fire within a hundred miles of the spiritual corpse island has already declined. Isn't it a great time to get flowers? I guess the little guys we usually like will probably gain a lot!"

"You guys should wait patiently. At this moment, the Nether Fire has been extinguished. I am afraid that some little guys will return in full load soon. But... Hehe, Elder Long, you have wasted a wisp of Jingwu Corpse Gang. The twelve hours of time have passed before, I am afraid that your Nether slave... has already fallen into the abyss and feed the corpse to the sinking? Hahaha..."

"snort!"

He snorted coldly, and immediately lowered his face when he heard this. Long Jiu's eyes shrank slightly, and he turned his head to look at the distant pond.

"What? Isn't you convinced? Could it be that Elder Long really hopes that the Nether slave will get you a green spiritual-level Nether Flower?"

Xiao Mianshi refused to give in, and a clear joke appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The elders and the disciples of the second generation smiled when they heard this, and their eyes looked at Long Jiu were all extremely strange.

In a flash, three hours passed in a flash!

"Look, someone is back!"

A sharp-eyed second-generation disciple raised his hand and pointed everyone's eyes towards the distant pond.

In the distance, four figures were sweeping quickly in the pool with the cold wind. Although they were all embarrassed and their clothes were mottled, the harvest seemed to be quite small. Almost everyone was holding a few dark flowers in their hands. In the things held by a man and a woman, there was even a silver imperial imperial dynasty.

"Song Zishu? Qianqian girl? Haha... I am worthy of being the most valued guy from the Great Elder and the Second Elder. I even won the silver imperial-level dark flower. Not bad, not bad..."

"Look, someone is back there!"

"Congratulations to Elder Sha, aren't that Shawei and Yu Hui? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, I actually got a golden dark flower of the imperial rank. These two boys are too brave, and they even dare to break into the golden corpse flames..."

On the other side, as the two bodies approaching each other became closer, several second-generation disciples from the "Emperor-level Golden Corpse" on the skeleton slope admired, and their eyes were fixed on the golden dark flower held by one of them, and a hint of envy flashed by.

This golden imperial-level dark flower is rare, and it is extremely important to these second-generation disciples who are almost all imperial-level golden corpse realm. Many people have already secretly made up their minds and turned around and think of ways to get it over.

In two consecutive hours, more than two hundred and three consecutive years, and four generations of disciples returned from the abyss.

At present, the entire Spirit Corpse Island has already been noisy!

After this rare change in the underworld abyss that was in its power for a century, the disciples who could return safely after the outbreak of the underworld fire in the abyss will naturally gain something.

Among them, the elder Mo Wentian's four generations of disciples, Leng Xiaotian, who was one of the geniuses of the "King's Camp" of the four generations of disciples, along with Song Zishu and Yin Qianqian, actually retrieved a green spiritual-level dark flower. Mo Wentian was so happy that he kept laughing, which made the other elders envious.

The entire island's east skeleton slope is full of joy.

Only the elder Long Jiu was cold and alone, still looking up at the pond.

"Elder Long? Why don't you give up? Okay, okay, go back and take a shower and go to bed early..."

Xiao Mianshi's figure flashed over, his face full of sarcasm!

"Look! There are people in the pond."

"Damn! He actually...swimmed over?"

"Who is that guy? He actually holds a flower in his hand... Oh my God! Another blue dark flower?"

...

The exclamation suddenly arose, and the entire Body Po suddenly became an uproar!

"Boy, this didn't drown you? Hahaha..."
Chapter completed!