Blood corpses are an abnormal number of heaven and earth, and are extremely evil; their generation conditions are very harsh, and there are very few people who naturally arise between heaven and earth, and the probability of generating a common zombie is dozens of times less. It is extremely rare, but it can be artificially induced and cultivated by vicious evil laws. Read a book?

Moreover, once cultivated, its strength is far greater than that of the same level of zombies. Back then, the Nether Corpse Sect made blood corpses based on this method, which struck the entire righteous path.

This blood corpse similar to magical powers is naturally stronger and stronger, even the golden-armored corpse is a little weaker.

If the golden armored corpse is strong, then the blood corpse is vicious and fierce. In addition, it is even more terrifying with the soul of the wonderful man.

The blood corpse was filled with supreme resentment and had full potential. In a flash, Elder Zhou, who was careless, flashed by a knife and instantly caught up with Ming Lingzi.

Poor Ming Lingzi is also a master of his generation. Although his combat power is not too outstanding, relying on the three blood corpses, few people in the lower world dare to provoke him.

At this time, the three blood corpses were restrained and repelled. The rest of him fled in panic, and he did not dare to resist the attack of the blood corpse. He could only forcefully turn around to fight.

Elder Zhou's face changed, and he was about to chase him to help him, but as soon as he turned around, he felt a chill in his heart, retreating several feet apart, looking at Fang Xiaonan, who stood with his hands behind his back, seemed to be moving at all.

Fang Xiaonan on the other side was still holding his hands behind his back, his divine power had not dissipated, and his eyes were staring calmly, which made Elder Zhou feel a little cold.

He was born in the Blood Demon Sect, and he was able to survive under the siege of Lingyun Sect because of caution. At the moment, Fang Xiaonan's face was gloomy and unstable, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Elder Zhou turned around and picked up the seriously injured Fatty Tian on the ground, turned around and flew away at a high speed. Zhou Fang naturally did not dare to stay. He heard the sound of leaving, and he had already flew away.?? Read the book

Looking at the few people flying over there, Fang Xiaonan's expression was still indifferent, and she didn't seem to be planning to chase after him.

Not far away, Ming Lingzi did not notice that Elder Zhou and others were already scared away by Fang Xiaonan's unpredictable methods.

At this moment, facing the attack of the blood corpse, he was already in a hurry and scattered.

"control!"

A corpse control technique at the bottom of the Nether Corpse Gate was thrown over. Seeing the blood corpse opposite him trembled, Ming Lingzi's face turned miserable.

His Nether Corpse Sect started by controlling corpses and refining corpses. Faced with such blood corpses with strength at least not lower than the magical power realm, this corpse control technique is ineffective, and it is basically a lamb to be slaughtered.

In despair, looking towards the way he came, hoping that Elder Zhou had arrived to save him.

But when he turned around, he could see the figure flying away in the distance.

Ming Lingzi was stunned, and then he felt a chill in his chest. He looked down and saw an arm that had been inserted into his chest.

"Ah..." A desperate and unwilling howl followed.

Soon, the blood corpse flashed back, with a beating heart and a head full of horror in his hand.

Looking at the more than two hundred mummies lying on the ancestral hall, the bloody corpse howled in a low voice, stuffed the bloody heart into his mouth, and chewed it hard.

The blood was left along the fangs and corners of the mouth, which was very terrifying.

Grandma Wa next to her, looking at the head, smiled weakly with her shriveled lips, and her whole body became soft, and finally left with peace of mind.

The blood corpse placed the head on the divine case, then reached out and picked up Grandma Wa, opened a new coffin that had been prepared a long time ago, put it in, and a blood and tears slowly dripped down the corners of her eyes.

The expression on Xiaonan on the other side finally slowly relaxed and he breathed a long sigh of relief. The magic trick that had been tightly pinching behind him slowly relaxed. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness came from his mind, and he closed his eyes and fell behind him.

The blood corpse on the other side flashed and appeared behind him, reaching out to protect his body.

At this time, a sound of rooster crowing came from outside. The blood corpse picked up Fun Xiaonan, turned to look at the ancestral hall behind him, raised his head and roared reluctantly, and then flew away.

As dawn began, a helicopter slowly landed on the small square in front of the Wajia Village Ancestral Hall.

There is no way, the only place in the entire Wajia Village can lower a helicopter.

Four or five people got off the plane. After just looking around, everyone turned their eyes to the ancestral hall in front of them.

As the leader waved his hand, everyone carefully divided it into two sides and approached the ancestral hall.

"hiss…"

Looking at the mummies everywhere in the ancestral hall, the few people took a breath.

Several people checked the entire ancestral hall, looked at the head on the divine desk, and took another breath.

After carefully checking the mummy on the ground, someone said in surprise: "It seems that the corpse gas was directly removed! Who did this? He actually had such a method?"

"Ming Corpse Gate?" The leader frowned and said coldly: "This place is not too far from the Ming Corpse Gate. I'm afraid that only the Ming Corpse Gate can be found in such a method!"

The rest of the people nodded slowly. The Nether Corpse Sect was in the name of controlling corpses, but I was afraid that it would be impossible to get rid of this.

"Hmph, there are so many people. If Ming Lingzi really does this, then his Nether Corpse Sect will be over!" The leader said in a cold voice: "Even if that person doesn't take action, my guardian will definitely not tolerate him!"

"Search separately to see if there are any clues?"

Following the command of the leader, everyone scattered away.

But within two seconds, there was a discovery there.

Several people surrounded the divine case, looked at the bloody head above, looked at each other, and a trace of solemnity flashed in their eyes.

"Ming Lingzi?" The leader leaned over and took a closer look, and said in a lost voice.

"Ming Lingzi!" The person next to him nodded slowly, his face full of solemnity.

Just now, I said that the Nether Corpse Sect is good-looking, but now the head of the Nether Corpse Sect, Ming Lingzi, is here...

"Is it him?" The leader frowned, but his face was slightly happy, and said.

"I don't know..." The people next to him shook their heads gently. The person's temperament had changed a little from before, and no one could say whether he did it.

The leader took a breath and frowned and said, "He lost contact here, so it must be related here! You can report the news to the lord of the palace, and the others will search here; see if there are any clues?"

Several people responded, and then continued to search around.

"What? Where did Ming Lingzi die?"

Listening to the report, Yang's face moved slightly. After pondering for a while, he said in a deep voice: "There is no news that imitates Xiaonan?"

"No, so far, no trace of him has been found...but it seems that this matter should be related to him!" The leader replied: "And, there are obvious traces of fighting here, but there is still no contact!"

"Can you?" The Yang brow suddenly tightened and said in a cold voice: "You retreat immediately and wait for support!"

"Yes!" The leader was shocked and immediately waved: "Retreat!"
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