?   The waves hit the reefs on the shore, making a sound of fluttering sounds, and the scattered water droplets made shallow pits on the beach. "" Long Ruo's slightly black face gradually returned to normal, but his eyes looked even colder. Han Yun took back his hands pressed on Long Ruo's back, and his palms turned completely black, which looked quite scary. Long Ruo frowned and asked, "Your martial arts of the Perineal Corpse Gate?"

Han Yun spread his palms, and ten black gases rushed out from his fingertips and merged into the sea. As the black gas flowed out, Han Yun's hands gradually returned to their normal colors, and there was a layer of white dead fish, shrimps and crabs floating on the nearby sea. Han Yun then smiled faintly and said, "Does Brother Long think I look like a person from the Yin Corpse Sect?"

"No!" Long Ruo was very simple and authentic.

Han Yun was stunned and smiled: "But this technique was indeed taught to me by the people from Yinzimen. He told me that there is no so-called good and evil in the martial arts. Only those with good and evil are divided into good and evil. If you use it correctly, you will be righteous, and if you use it evil, you will be evil!"

Then, Han Yun briefly said about Wu Shan Zi, and Long Ruo's ice-filled face couldn't help but feel slightly moved: "If it is really refined into two Yin Corpse Kings by the Yin Corpse Sect, it will be a catastrophe for the three realms!"

Han Yun nodded and said, "So we must find the Yin Corpse Sect before they become Yin Corpse King and destroy the two Yin Corpse!"

Long Ruo knew that Han Yun could tell this matter honestly, and he was indeed making friends with him sincerely, so although his eyes were still so cold, he was less likely to be kept from the bottom of his bones.

"Ancient Island of Netherworld?" Long Ruo said four words concisely, and this guy was still as pampered as gold. Han Yun shook his head and said, "The mountain gate before Yinshimen was indeed on Ancient Island of Netherworld, but after this revival, I wonder if the mountain gate would be there!"

Long Ruo looked up at the sky and said indifferently: "You'll know if you ask!"

Han Yun followed Long Ruo's gaze and a faint black dot appeared in the distance where the sea and sky met. He couldn't help but feel moved. The two looked at each other and their figures disappeared on the island at the same time.

Gradually, the black dot flew closer and closer, and the outline could be seen clearly. It turned out to be a large ship flying in the air. The ship was pitch black all over, and the bow was a hideous skull. The whole ship gave people the feeling of being gloomy and terrifying, like a ghost ship. There was a misty light below the ghost ship, with a total of six suspended magic arrays and eight propulsion magic arrays, sailing smoothly and quickly. The hull, more than twenty feet above the air was advanced through the air, very fast, and in the blink of an eye, it slid past the island.

The defensive magic array on the hull has been opened. On the bow, there are three cultivators wearing black cloaks standing, with ghostly auras and extremely drowned eyes. Every distance on the deck is a bloody corpse standing on the deck. A group of cultivators with dejected faces sit around the middle of the deck. The cultivation of these people is uneven, and there are both from the Qi Refining Stage to the Golden Elixir Stage. The number of these cultivators is about fifty or sixty, and they all fall honestly on the deck, their eyes full of fear, waiting for the arrival of unknown destiny.

At this time, ten men in coarse cloth clothes walked out of the cabin under the deck in fear. They seemed to be mortals with no cultivation at all. Among the ten people were old, young, male and female, and the youngest was a little boy of fifteen or sixteen years old. Everyone's eyes were full of fear. One of the cloaked men chanted an obscure spell and shot out ten black gas with a wave of his right hand. The ten mortals immediately remained motionless like a demon, raised their right hand dumbly, and rolled up their sleeves.

The ten blood corpses guarding the deck lit up red lights in their eyes, and they walked over quickly as if they were ordered to eat. They stood in front of the ten mortals and people, raised their hands together, revealing a pale claw, and the sharp nails on the claws were ink black. The sharp nails streaked across the wrists of the mortals, and blood came out. Ten blood corpses sucked their mouths and sucked them automatically. In just a moment, the faces of the ten mortals became extremely pale, and their bodies slowly faded, and in the end they were only skinny and boneless. The clothes were too wide and the ten bodies could not recognize their facial features.

Although it was not the first time that the more than fifty cultivators had seen this kind of tragic phenomenon, they couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts and their hands and feet trembled. Of course, some people couldn't bear it and were angry, but they were just unbearable and angry. No one dared to say the word "no", let alone stop them by hand.

After the ten blood corpses sucked blood and flesh, the blood evil on their bodies became even stronger. The red eyes were extremely fierce, and they looked at the group of cultivators with unsatisfactory intentions. The group of cultivators were so scared that they all lowered their heads. The black-robed man waved his hand, and the ten blood corpses returned to his original position and stood there, just like an arm finger. The black-robed man smiled proudly and said, "You will become like them in the future, without emotions, no thoughts, no pain, bloodthirsty, and only obey orders!" As he said that, he waved his hand and flew out of the deck and fell into the vast sea, as if he had brushed away a few particles of dust.

The group of cultivators all had pale faces and looked desperate in their eyes. Finally, two people stood up slowly, and then several people stood up, staring at the three ghostly cloaked men!

The other two cloaked men who had not made any noise seemed to be interested, and a joke flashed in their eyes. One of them said gloomyly: "Hehe, there are only twelve people with species... Oh, there are three more!" As they spoke, three more stood up.

"Hehe, I finally had some fun today!" Another man in black robe said lightly: "Don't say I don't give you a chance, choose any of the ten blood corpses, and you can leave if you win!"

The fifteen people walked out of the crowd. The highest cultivation was an old man with white hair and beard. In the early stage of the Golden Pill, there was a young man in his twenties standing beside him. His cultivation was only nine levels of Qi refining. Among the fifteen people, he had the lowest cultivation. Those cultivators who did not stand up all retreated and gave up a space. The eyes of the fifteen people in the field were extremely complicated. They were disdainful and unbearable, but they were more ashamed.

"Hehe, who will come first?" A cloak man asked with a smirk. The white-bearded and white-haired old man said with a plain face: "My master and apprentice!" As he said that, he walked into the venue. A trace of fear flashed in the young man on the ninth level of Qi Refining, but he still followed the old man into the venue.

The white-bearded and white-haired old man turned his head and smiled slightly at the young man, "Rufeng, are you afraid?"

The young man nodded and said frankly: "I'm afraid, but I don't want to become a monster like them who has no thoughts, no emotions, and bloodthirsty!"

The white-bearded and white-haired old man laughed and said, "Rufeng, you are my second disciple and the last one. You are no worse than your senior brother in terms of medicine refining!"

Ye Rufeng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Rufeng is far worse than his senior brother!"

The white-bearded and white-haired old man laughed a little proudly: "Your senior brother is a monster, you really can't compare to him. When this guy was in the Zhuyuan, he saw that he was not a thing in the pool. He has caused so many troubles over the years and has destroyed the largest sect in Nanchen!"

Ye Rufeng smiled a little with a hug, and a longing look appeared in his eyes and said, "Senior brother was able to refine the Vermilion Bird Double Pattern Pill more than a hundred years ago, but unfortunately Rufeng didn't have the chance to see him!"

A trace of loneliness flashed in the white-bearded and white-haired old man's eyes and said lightly: "I am old and I am not willing to die. You are still young. If you have the opportunity to see you, Senior Brother Han Yun, in the future, let him go to the teacher's grave to pay a bowl of wine!"

Ye Rufeng was stunned, his throat seemed to be choked, and his eyes were slightly red and said, "Master, you will live a hundred years old!"

"Stop talking nonsense, go after winning!" A cloaked man urged in a dark voice. The white-bearded and white-haired old man smiled bitterly, reached out to the nearest blood corpse and said, "Just it!"

Just as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp sword intent passed by. The blood corpse, whose strength was as strong as the middle stage of the Golden Pill, instantly flew up in his head and head, and fell on the deck and rolled out a long way before stopping. The pair of blood-red eyes were still staring fiercely.

quick!

What a fast sword, what a sharp sword!

Everyone looked at the thin finger of the white-bearded and white-haired old man, including himself!

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