"What happened?" After treating everyone, Taoist Buxiao looked at Zhou Fan and the three four commanders and asked.

Because this was an emergency convening initiated by Yiluansi, the Taoist who did not laugh would ask Zhou Fan and the others.

Yuane and Chen Yushi both looked at Zhou Fan, and they didn't know what happened. Zhou Fan asked them to do this.

"The murderer who killed two of us monks yesterday was the corpse of the living corpse, Jia Yuan."

"I discovered a gem-stage cerebral demon that I had never seen before in the depths of the north. Its gem body was seven colors."

Zhou Fan said the two news loudly.

The tent became completely quiet in an instant, and everyone looked at Zhou Fan in shock.

No one listened to the second message carefully, and many people were shocked by the first message.

The Living Dead Corpse is the most powerful evil organization in the Great Wei Dynasty, and its corpse owner made the cultivators of the Great Wei Dynasty frightened.

The monks of the non-official family may not know his name, but they must have heard of the title of the Lord of the Living Corpse.

"Master Zhou, can you take this seriously?" Huikong said with a slightly calming face.

"Master, why do I lie about such things?" Zhou Fan asked back.

"Sorry, it's not that I don't believe in Lord Zhou, but that this fact surprised me too much." Huikong said slowly.

"Tell us in detail, what's going on?" Taoist Buxiao took a deep breath.

"Today I met an enemy who was a monk who came to seek revenge on me. As for who he was, that was my private matter. I don't want to say it. I hope you all forgive me." Zhou Fan said frankly.

"He didn't expect that my strength would grow very quickly. He was no match for me, so he ran away. I chased him and then encountered the corpse Jiayuan..."

Zhou Fan described it carefully and in detail, saying everything he could say.

After saying that, there was another silence in the tent.

"Please wait a moment, everyone." The Taoist Buxiao looked at Huikong and then strode out of the tent.

The monks in the tent looked at each other, but they all had some speculations in their hearts. The Taoist and Huikong might have passed the news back first and asked the superiors to send someone to deal with the corpse owner.

The corpse master's strength is comparable to that of the seven great masters of the Great Wei Dynasty, or even stronger. Such a powerful man is definitely not something that a group of monks can deal with when he appears here.

They were like Zhou Fan, who had originally had a certain estimate of the strength of the murderer, but no one expected that they would be the corpse owner.

Yuane and Chen Yushi pulled Zhou Fan aside, and the three four commanders muttered in a low voice, and then used the Yiluansi channel to pass the news back.

There were also whispers in the tent, and many people showed fear on their faces. Fortunately, the corpse owner had an accident with Zhou Fan today, otherwise they might not be able to survive even if two monks formed a team.

Looking at Zhou Fan, there was a lot of admiration. Even though Zhou Fan's description said that he could escape from luck, no matter what, he was able to escape from the hands of a person like the corpse owner who had just entered the Taoist realm, which was a very admirable thing.

Not long after, the Buxiao Taoist and Huikong walked in, and the discussion in the tent also stopped.

"I just discussed with Master Huikong." The douxiao Taoist said, "The corpse Jiayuan should be injured and has not recovered yet. He killed the monk and took his head to refine it. It may be his secret ghost method to heal his injuries."

"Fellow cat eating Taoist." The Taoist Buxiao looked at the cat eating lady and asked, "Do you think this is possible?"

Mrs. Eat Cat practices the ghost art technique, and is the only ghost art monk among the many monks in the tent. She has not participated in any discussion before and does not laugh at the Taoist asking questions. She said coldly: "I have never heard of such a secret technique, but there is indeed such a possibility. If it is as you said, what he wants should be the human soul hidden in his head. The human soul of a monk is a great supplement to some secret techniques of ghost art."

The human soul is a great thing tonic... The monks changed their expression when they heard this.

Zhou Fan had vaguely speculated that the corpse Jiayuan was refining the head to heal the wound, but it was not as certain as Mrs. Eat Cat said. He felt that this statement was very close to the facts.

"Amitabha, Zi Jiayuan thought he could kill Lord Zhou for sure, so he revealed his identity, but he didn't expect Lord Zhou to escape because of the cerebral demon. He had previously blamed the fantasy man and did not dare to reveal his whereabouts, which also proved that his injuries had not recovered." Huikong said slowly.

"Master Huikong, so what if that is the case?" Feng Xingbo from the Feng family, the first family in Xiaoleizhou, said in a deep voice: "Even if he is injured, which one of us here is his opponent? Lord Zhou, you have escaped under him. What do you think of his strength now?"

Feng Xingbo had previously competed with Zhou Fan as the North Envoy, but that was already a thing of the past.

"It's very strong. Even the talisman realm above the golden body may not be able to hold on to a few moves in his hands." Zhou Fan said.

He was telling the truth. He didn't dare to say that the enemy he was chasing was a cultivator in the Fuzhi Realm. He vaguely said to everyone that he was a cultivator in the Yuanli Realm. However, in terms of the strength of the corpse Jiayuan, he would not dare to lie, otherwise everyone would make a misjudgment and would have to deal with the corpse Jiayuan, which would be bad.

"The Fu Zong Realm is not his opponent who was injured. How did you see it?" someone questioned.

"My personal self-feeling may not be accurate." Zhou Fan shook his head, he really couldn't explain it.

"I don't doubt this." Taoist Buxiao sighed and said, "In fact, Lord Zhou is right. Even if the corpse Jiayuan is seriously injured, as long as he is not dead, the Fu Zong Realm is nothing in front of him."

The words of the Buxiao Taoist kept everyone silent, and the words of the Buxiao Taoist were recognized by them.

"You all say that Corpse Jiayuan is so strong, what should we do?" Feng Xingbo asked again: "Will he have already come here now and want to catch us all?"

Feng Xingbo's words caused an uproar.

"It's not that we are afraid of death, but we just don't want to sacrifice so much. Otherwise, we will leave and avoid him first and then talk about it?" The butcher in the academy said with a serious expression, obviously he had already wanted to retreat.

"I don't think I have to be too afraid of this." Shu Lao, who rarely spoke, spoke.

His eyes suddenly gathered on Mr. Shu, and he was the oldest person in the tent.

"Why did Mr. Shu say this?" The Taoist Buxiao asked with some vague guess.

"Why didn't he use such a simple method before and come and kill us all?" Old Shu asked with a smile.

"It's still necessary to ask. He was afraid of revealing his whereabouts and being caught by someone." Feng Xingbo raised his eyebrows slightly.
Chapter completed!