"Ah!" Wen Hou was startled. Senior Brother Lin had some magical powers. It would be fine if he talked and laughed with the Heishan Taoist, but he actually had a friendship with Fang Jun of the Netherworld Sect!

"Well, I have a good relationship with the Netherworld Sect." Lin Fei said this without any guilt at all. Of course, the friendship is good. He has cheated hundreds of thousands of spirit stones of the Netherworld Sect...

"Very good!"

After a brief discussion, the two of them came out of the broken hall and rode the big green fish of Wen Hou. In just half an hour, they arrived outside the tomb...

The tomb with a radius of dozens of miles was like an underground palace. Lin Fei and Wen Hou got down a big green fish and looked around. It was worthy of being the territory of the Netherworld Sect. It was a scene of ghostly aura. A large number of ghosts wandered around the tomb, all of which were tamed by the Netherworld Sect itself. When they saw the two people coming down from the big green fish, more than a dozen ghosts roared in unison, and immediately attracted two disciples of the Netherworld Sect.

Both of them are not old, and they look like they are in their twenties and thirties. The older one is holding a hundred ghost banner and shaking it gently, hundreds of ghosts gathered together and surrounded Lin Fei and Wen Hou.

"What are you two doing? This is the ghost-raising place of the Netherworld Sect. If you don't want to cause trouble, leave quickly."

"Haha, we are here to find Senior Brother Fang Junfang." When Wen Hou spoke, he had some intention of pretending to be a tiger's power. There is no way. Who made Senior Brother Lin have great supernatural powers? He talked and laughed with the Taoist Heishan Mountain and had a great friendship with the Netherworld Sect. As Senior Brother Lin's close friend, what's wrong with the fox's power?

"Senior Brother Fang?" He was probably Wen Hou's expression, so calm that the two disciples of the Netherworld Sect were stunned for a moment. This young monk had at least six tribulations of cultivation, and his expression did not seem to be a fake when he spoke. Could it be that he was really a friend of Senior Brother Fang Junfang?

Thinking of this, the two couldn't help but hesitate. Although Senior Brother Fang had ordered that the idle people would not be allowed to approach the tomb, what if these two were Senior Brother Fang's friends? Then when they came to Senior Brother Fang and said a few bad words, the two of them would be sad in the future...

Or, let’s take them in first?

"Those two, please come with me..."

So Lin Fei and Wen Hou entered the tomb. This place is really an underground palace, pavilions, pavilions, carved beams and painted pillars, and it looks like a magnificent scene.

The two followed two disciples of the Netherworld Sect, walked through several long corridors, and passed three or four gardens. Then they arrived at the atrium of the tomb. The older Netherworld Sect disciples gently pressed on a rockery in the atrium, and suddenly, a sound of "Zhazaza" was heard.

Then, I saw a huge stone door slowly opening in front of me.

"Two, Senior Brother Fang is practicing in it."

At the same time, in a hall deep in the tomb, Fang Jun sat cross-legged in the center of the hall, with a green face and fangs and three feet tall, standing behind Fang Jun, roaring from time to time.

Eighteen strange stone pillars around the center of the empty hall. Some of the stone pillars were carved with countless reliefs with despair and horror on the surface, while others were struggling and roaring monsters. Everything was lifelike, as if it was still alive...

As Fang Jun pinched the seal technique with his hands, he opened his mouth and sucked it, and the evil ghost behind him also opened his mouth and sucked it.

In an instant, the reliefs on the eighteen stone pillars seemed to come alive, and they screamed in despair one by one. The corpse and ghost energy in their mouths mixed together and turned into smoke pillars, which were constantly swallowed by Fang Jun and the evil ghost behind them.

These eighteen stone pillars are completely made up of countless creatures. They were sealed into them when they were still alive. They died of despair and resentment. Their souls naturally turned into ghosts. The corpse will become zombies after being corroded by this ghost energy...

As a result, the two energy of corpses and ghosts are endless, used to maintain the entire mausoleum, so that the countless arrangements in the mausoleum are all in full bloom. In turn, the tombs that have always maintained their mausoleum can suppress them and never turn over.

But the resentment of these creatures buried alive will never fade, and the ghost corpse energy will never dry up. For Fang Jun, it is simply a blessing in the world.

Fang Jun practiced the secret book of corpse ghosts. His natal corpse ghosts have the advantages of both evil spirits and zombies. He has the advantages of being powerful and infinite, as well as the magical powers of unpredictable spirits.

However, the defects of this secret code of corpse ghosts are also extremely fatal. They require both corpse energy and ghost energy. During sacrifice and refining, they also need to merge the two corpse ghost energy. Every improvement is protracted and lasts for a long time.

It is precisely because of this that Fang Jun was suppressed by Zhong Yang and could not catch up with the gap.

But now, in this tomb, the ghost qi and corpse qi are extremely rich, and the ghost qi and corpse qi come out of the same source, so it does not take a lot of time to refine and fuse. Just this step saves half of the time.

The two corpse ghosts invaded Fang Jun's mouth. After a little refining, the aura on his body became stronger. The natal corpse ghost behind him roared, and the two corpse ghosts tumbling, and the body of the natal corpse ghost was raised one foot out of thin air.

After a moment, Fang Jun opened his eyes, and his face couldn't hide his joy...

Zhong Yang, you have been pressing me step by step for many years, but what's the use of this? I have obtained this tomb now and have entered a thousand miles a day. I will definitely forge a golden elixir before you. By then, my natal corpse ghost will turn into a corpse ghost king. Without any restrictions on the corpse energy, it will be when I suppress you and you cannot turn over...

When Fang Jun was full of complacency, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall.

"Senior Brother Fang, your two friends are here to congratulate me. I have attracted you to Senior Brother Fang."

"Okay, please trouble my junior brother." Fang Jun nodded subconsciously.

But then, Fang Jun was stunned for a moment, friend?

Not right...

Where did I get friends?

"Senior Brother Fang, congratulations, congratulations..." Just as Fang Jun was stunned, Wen Hou had already bowed his hands and walked into the hall quickly: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Fang for breaking the tomb and killing the Ghost King!"

"..." Fang Jun stared at him for a long time before asking his junior brother with a confused look on his face: "Who are these two?"

"Ah?" The two junior brothers were shocked and stammered for a while: "They...they said they are your friends of Senior Brother Fang..."
Chapter completed!