The Holy Corpse Forest is a holy land stained by death.

Every saint, even the great sage among the saints, will have a day when the deadline comes. Even some ancient sages can only live for a thousand years at most. Even if they practice the rules of time and years, living for two thousand years is the limit. This is the limit of human life, unless they can complete transcendence and become the legendary god.

However, God is too far away, and I don’t know when the previous legend about God was.

Therefore, when the sages in the lower realm felt that life was about to come to an end, they could not see through it or understand it. They could only choose to come to the place closest to death, which was the holy corpse forest on the border of life and death. However, when they came to the holy corpse forest, they could no longer understand the secrets of heaven. In the end, they could only sit on this holy land, and their bodies sank into the soil, thus forming the holy corpse forest.

...

At this time, the ancient corpses in the holy corpse forest seemed to have been awakened one by one. In an instant, at least thousands of auras were awakening from the ground. This was too terrifying. There were many great sages among these ancient corpses who had been recorded in history. Even if they had only half of their power, they were still very terrifying. I am afraid that the power of the righteous path in the upper realm in front of us could not be suppressed.

In the air, the holy energy is stirring.

Master Zhuge Ming's right hand magic sword and the left hand wine gourd have already entered the realm of full firepower. Widths of peerless sword lights soared into the sky, forming a sword pillar around him, fighting for the four holy corpses but not defeated. Compared with this, the strength of some inner courtyard masters is much inferior, and many masters cannot bear the holy power in the holy corpse forest, and are already vomiting blood and injured.

This jungle with abundant holy energy has completely become a battlefield. The holy corpses awaken and join the battle, so that the righteous path of the upper realm used more than a dozen saints to suppress this scene. And we, the younger generation of monks, were forced to stay away and could not join the battlefield at all. In the collision of the holy realm, we do not even have the qualification to enter the battlefield!

"Uncle Master!"

A headmaster of Tianfeng Academy was shaken back by a powerful holy corpse, and his body flew out like a stream of light, smashing a whole jungle before stopping. The bones all over his body seemed to have been broken, and he coughed up blood in his mouth.

Li Qingyin brought his sword to approach and fed him a healing pill. Then Qingyin Sword shook with a shimmer and rushed towards the holy corpse that was rushing towards him. The Religious Saint Sword Dian rolled the endless sword intent like a wave and directly forced the holy corpse to retreat. Li Qingyin ranked in the semi-saint and was even more a master on the semi-saint list. At this time, it was very amazing when he took action and could already compete with a medium-sized holy corpse.

The central battlefield continued to expand, and holy corpses jumped out of the center of the battlefield one after another, and began to massacre young monks on the periphery.

"roar--"

Amid the shocking roar, a saint with disheveled hair and holding a blue sword in his hand broke out of the ground, his face full of madness, his eyes exuded a momentum of looking down on the world, and a roar thunder attack was activated, and a middle-aged saint who rushed straight to the Ministry of War. The sword light was fierce. This sword had entered the realm of unity, sharp and dignified!

A blood light passed by, which surprised everyone. The saint of War, wearing extraordinary armor, could not stop a knife, and flew out with one arm. A strand of holy thunder devoured his body, burning him a little black, and his body flew out like a shell. He crashed through two mountains before stopping, and lost his combat power in one blow.

My heart trembled: "So strong..."

Lin Muzhao's eyes were full of worry, and stood beside me and said, "The origin of this holy corpse is extraordinary. The martial arts he sacrificed seems to be the legendary thunder cracking sword technique. He is known as the saint of the Yellow Springs. He can slash the sky with one sword. He is a powerful saint of holy Tao more than three thousand years ago. He was once a pride of heaven in a time, but he did not want to become a holy corpse."

Someone recognized it not far away.

"Saint of the Yellow Spring! The legendary sage is born. Oh my god, I didn't expect to see a saint of this level in this life. I'm afraid... this decisive battle will turn into a disaster for our human race."

"The Saint of the Yellow Springs is known as the unbeaten middle age. How could it become like this? It has become the minions of the endless sea of ​​corpses..."

"He is not a minion, he is just controlled by his will."

Everyone looked at it. Sure enough, the eyes of the Saint of the Yellow Spring were very empty, and the only spiritual light came from a bloody color, which seemed to be controlled by a profound force.

“So scary…”

Lin Muzhao murmured: "The corpse control clan emphasizes the use of power to control power. The corpse control corpse of a powerful person like the Huangquan Saint must be a corpse control powerhouse at the level of the saint. Could it be that... the corpse control clan has actually produced a corpse control person in tens of millions of years? This is too terrible. A corpse control clan can control at least three holy corpses, and its combat power is terrifying."

...

As he spoke, the corpse of the Saint of the Yellow Springs entered a state of killing. With a "chi" sword, he swept over and cut off the head of a semi-saint of War. As his sword danced, everything around him rose and fell with the intention of the sword. In a blink of an eye, there were more than a dozen semi-saints of War who died under his sword, as if they were entering a state of no one.

"Cang——"

Mars burst, and Dongfang Qi, who is known as the enemy of thousands, just received a knife from the Saint of the Yellow Springs, was shocked and vomited blood and flew away. His face was pale. It was hard to believe that there would be such a strong man in the world. Unless he was the top sword saint, the Saint Sage could compete with him. Unfortunately, Shangguan Nanfeng, Shangguan Ziyi and the Empress Tianxin all went to the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum to engage in another battle, and they could not get out of it at all.

Dongfang Qifei retreated and shouted: "Please block the saints of the Tianfeng White Deer, and do not let the saints of the Ministry of War be killed!"

For a moment, Ouyang Fu and Qu Yeliang, the two saints palace masters of Tianfeng Academy rushed over together. The aura of the holy Tao surged like a tide. The sword light shook the earth and fought with the sword aura of the Huangquan Saint, but in the end the power was inferior. They both were defeated in less than fifty moves and were injured by the sharp sword aura.

"Not good..."

Qu Yeliang's face was covered with blood and said in a deep voice: "The Saint of the Yellow Spring has been dead for many years, and he has actually comprehended a terrible power of death rules. With his own sword realm, even if the lord comes, he may not be able to suppress him!"

"Siege, condense sword energy, and use more enemies to fewer enemies!"

Zhuge Ming roared, swayed the iron sword in his hand, and blasted out a sword intent of a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, and rushed straight to the Saint of the Yellow Springs in the distance. At the same time, Yun Nishang and Xiao Yi from Bailu Academy also roared together to urge two powerful sword intents. Even Lin Muzhao was concentrating on his mind, and the flying sword was unsheathed with one hand.

"Go together, fight!"

Lu Qingshu, Zhang Xiuping and others took action one by one.

I also silently used the king's power, released the Canglong soul, and blasted out a sword with thirty-six times the power. The Immortal Bone Sword rolled up the momentum of the mountains and rivers, gathering into thousands of sword energy.

This is an unfair battle, with at least hundreds of monks from the righteous path of the upper realm taking action together to fight against the Saint of the Yellow Springs.

However, the saint of Huangquan, who was the target of public criticism, looked fearless and even roared towards the sky. The black mist rose up around him, constantly lingering, forming an artistic conception of death. In that artistic conception, people felt the profound secret about death. That is the real space of death. Once everything, once entered this space, it began to be annihilated.

With the roar, strands of inscriptions climbed up to the strong body of the Saint of the Yellow Springs and turned into a golden body. Countless sword energy from the outside world blasted into the death space, but the power began to be destroyed in an instant. In a blink of an eye, one tenth of the power was not preserved, and even one-tenth of the power was not preserved. Then the sword intent, sword energy, and flying swords slammed on the golden body of the Saint of the Yellow Springs, but they were bounced away and could not hurt him at all.

"roar!"

The medieval sage roared, waved his sword to approach, raised his sword light and swept across it. Suddenly, the blue light of death swept out, quickly killing thousands of masters of the Ministry of War. After the blue light was annihilated, the masters only had bones left in the armor, and their strength was not on the same level.

Moreover, the Saint of Yellow Spring seemed to have absorbed some of the power that had attacked him just now, and the more he fought, he was getting stronger and stronger, so he launched such a terrifying attack.

"Not good..."

Xiao Yi said in a deep voice: "I heard some records in history earlier that the Saint of the Yellow Springs have practiced a golden body ritual. As long as the golden body is not broken, the battle will become stronger and stronger. If we cannot break through his body, we may be invincible in the world if the Saint of the Yellow Springs!"

"If he slashes at us with this sword, the White Deer Academy will be gone!"

Zhuge Ming roared, and his eyes showed unprecedented wisdom and determination. When his figure was wrong, he turned into a phantom and galloped away. He used the move of the Sword Drag Technique in the Invincible Nine Swords to increase the speed to the extreme, gather strength at one point, and strive to hit the opponent's weakness and fill the position with one blow, once and for all.

The sword was magnificent, and with a "chi" sound, it broke through the artistic conception of the death space outside the Saint of Huangquan and stabbed him to fill his throat.

Everyone was shocked.

Zhuge Ming is just the throne at the end of the 36th inner courtyard of Bailu Academy, but the strength and courage he showed directly crushed everyone, not inferior to the palace master of the Holy Palace, and even slightly beat him. This sword move went a detour and interpreted the mystery and suddenness of the sword art of the Dang Sword Art to the extreme, which made me stunned.

The sword's edge was extremely fast, piercing through the power of the rule and burning out a ball of white flame.

But, how can the opponent be so easy to succeed in the Saint of the Yellow Springs?

The Saint of Huangquan suddenly raised his body and avoided the vital points on his neck. His palm, which had been swept around the golden body, opened, and grabbed Zhuge Ming's iron sword sword as fast as lightning. His cold eyes looked at him with coldness and said, "Drunk, why are you going to drink if you don't go to die? Do you want to die like that?"

Zhuge Ming's expression darkened, his wrist flipped, and he immediately twisted the iron sword, quickly activated a sword-twisting technique, using his opponent's arms as a combat soldier, and twisted out a sharp sword intent.

The Saint of Huangquan was furious, and his palm opened, and the power of the powerful holy path burst out, shattering the sword intent, and his fierce palm rose up and faced Zhuge Ming.

"Peng—"

Zhuge Ming's face turned pale and retreated a hundred feet apart. He used the half-saint realm to attack the Saint of Huangquan. He was only at a disadvantage, but he was not defeated. He waved the long sword and raised the intent of the sword again. He activated thousands of hammers and thousands of swords Xingkong almost together, and rushed towards the Saint of Huangquan like thunder.

"Kill and kill!"

The Saint of Huangquan waved his sword and raised up a lot of blue death fires, using the sword to attack Zhuge Ming's sword.
Chapter completed!