The Rise of the Shen Family

In the land of the Eastern Territory, a thousand-zhang immortal mountain reaches into the sky, surrounded by islands in the sky, like stars arching the moon.

I saw that on the top of this immortal mountain, the cliffs and rocks stand, deep in the dense forest, there are agile cranes dancing there from time to time, colorful deer wandering in the middle, Yao grass and exotic flowers are competing to bloom here, green pines and green bamboos. It is evergreen here.

What a beautiful fairy home scenery!

At this time, in a quiet cave on the top of the mountain, smoke curled up, and a white-browed old man dressed in a tai chi robe was sitting quietly on a mat to meditate.

Suddenly, a bright light flashed on the chessboard-like utensil in front of him. This light was fleeting, and soon the chessboard-like utensil dimmed again.

And when this light comes on. The white-browed old man immediately opened his tightly closed eyes, and the powerful pressure on his body that had been transformed into essence instantly enveloped the entire cave.

I saw a dignified look on the vicissitudes of the old man's face immediately, looking at the chessboard utensils that had dimmed, and murmured to himself:

"This is... that devil's breath!"

The next moment, a gleam of light flashed in his seemingly cloudy eyes, and the chessboard-like object in front of him also emitted a faint light again.

On the chessboard, scenes of constantly changing mountains and rivers began to emerge.

The white-browed old man closed his eyes again, holding his breath, and at this moment, a cloud of yin and sunshine appeared in front of him.

With the slow rotation of the cloudy and sunny disk, it seemed that he could spy on the ethereal secret.

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At the same time, in Qingyun Mountain, countless black clouds are gathering here, bringing a sense of urgency to all the monks present.

At this moment, the mouth of the [Sky Burial Coffin] in the void had been completely opened, and the endless strange black mist continued to spew out of the coffin, eroding the surrounding spiritual energy.

And in the evil black fog that filled the sky, there seemed to be countless hideous evil spirits struggling, and there was a faint sound of ghost crying, which made people shudder.

All the monks in the audience were staring at the coffin in the sky. The expressions on everyone's face were different, but everyone was waiting for something.

High in the sky, Qingyang's eyes also turned to the black coffin, and a condensed color gradually appeared on the face of the vicissitudes.

"Bang dang..."

Suddenly, there was a burst of sound from the black coffin, and it began to shake slightly.

The next moment, two dry black claws slowly protruded out of the black coffin and directly grabbed onto the coffin walls on both sides.

Immediately afterwards, a shadow jumped out of the coffin!

Everyone looked closely and found that in the rolling black mist, there seemed to be a figure several feet tall standing straight there.

"My subordinates see the leader!"

At this moment, the two seriously injured ghost-faced black-robed men knelt down and saluted toward the shadow, and their actions were extremely respectful and cautious, as if they were afraid of something.

At this moment, the faces of the two of them seemed to be uglier than when they saw Qingyang Zhenren, and their whole bodies trembled involuntarily.

And when Shen Huanchi heard the names of the two ghost-faced black-robed men to the shadow, a look of extreme shock flashed across their faces.

Bishop? !

If you can easily make two late Jindan peak cultivators kneel and salute and call the leader, what will be the cultivation of this black shadow?

Could it be another Nascent Soul cultivator?

Shen Huanchi's mind couldn't help but come up with this terrifying thought, and his body, which had been relaxed, tensed up again.

If the opponent is really a strong person who has reached the Nascent Soul Stage, it is still unknown whether Qingyang Zhenren, who has just successfully gathered infants, can beat the opponent.

All of the Qingyunmen cultivators, including Shen Huanchi, became nervous again, and their eyes were fixed on the two stalwart figures in the sky.

"Two trash!"

The black shadow glanced at the two kneeling ghost-faced men in black robes, and then scolded them with a strange and sharp voice.

Then he turned his head to look at Qingyang Zhenren, who was bathed in flames in the sky, and he laughed directly:

"Jie Jie... I didn't expect that in such a remote place, there are still people who can get a glimpse of the realm of Yuanying Avenue!"

There seemed to be a hint of praise in his words, but more contempt.

On this side, Qingyang Zhenren just stared at the other side silently, and didn't speak immediately, as if he was investigating the other side's details.

"Forget it... You have only just gathered the baby in this seat, why don't you come under my command and become a Dharma protector elder of the Holy Religion?"

The shadowy figure spoke again, and the teasing voice echoed in the air.

The world suddenly became quiet, and everyone in the audience was watching Qingyang Zhenren. His decision was related to the fate of everyone today.

After being silent for a long time, Master Qingyang in the sky finally spoke up.

"Your Excellency is also regarded as too much of yourself. Your Excellency is just controlling a seriously injured corpse!"

The resounding voice of Master Qingyang spread throughout the entire battlefield, causing Shen Huanchi and others to look at the black shadow in the sky with strange eyes.

Corpse refining? !

That figure is actually just a corpse?

"Jie Jie... You have some eyesight, but since you have already seen it, it is time to use the flesh and blood of your Nascent Soul to restore the wounds on my refining corpse."

The weird shadow laughed again, as if the real Qingyang who had become the Nascent Soul was just a small role in his eyes, and could take his life at any time.

After hearing this, Qingyang Zhenren's face instantly turned gloomy, and the aura emanating from his body also became terrifying and fierce.

The next moment, a violent stream of red flames swept out from his body, and the scorching aura and the terrifying pressure enveloped the world, causing all the monks on the battlefield to look up at the sky in fear.

At this time, the real Qingyang is like the dazzling sun, and even the heat wave it emits is more terrifying than the real sun.

"Jie Jie..."

Along with this weird laughter, more black mist was released from the body of the shadow, and in the black mist, his body began to change drastically.

I saw that his body swelled up, his body was covered with dark scales, and strange claws grew on his back, which was a monster with a human shape.

High in the sky, Qingyang Zhenren frowned and looked at the corpse refiner in front of him with a solemn expression, apparently also aware of the powerful aura emanating from the other party.

A white flame ignited in his pupils, and his entire body seemed to be on fire, and then a violent red-white flame swept out from him, heading directly towards the strange corpse in the black mist. .

At this moment, the sky above Qingyun Mountain was enveloped by the monstrous flames, and everyone's hearts were beating violently.

"Jie Jie..."

Boundless black mist poured out of the body of the strange corpse, and it rushed towards the flames that were burning the sky and boiling the sea.

The ghosts in the black mist were burned to ashes under the flames that reached the sun, and there was a painful and piercing cry of Devil May Cry in the sky.

However, at this moment, the figure of the corpse refining directly rushed out of this black fog and sea of ​​fire, and attacked the real Qingyang standing in the cloud.

Looking at the black shadow that came quickly, the eyes of Qingyang Zhenren burst out with flames, and as his palm turned, a huge palm condensed by the flames slammed out towards the opponent.

A terrifying flame was condensed in that giant palm, as if it could smelt everything, and instantly burn out the black mist around the smelting corpse.

"Boom boom..."

I saw that this strange corpse smashed directly into the flaming giant palm. Its huge body was not much smaller than that giant palm, and the scales on its body were even more immune to the burning of the raging flame. It pierced through the giant palm formed by the condensed flames.

Seeing this scene, Qingyang's face changed slightly, and then he took a few palms and smashed towards the huge body refining corpse.

Looking at the huge flaming palm that covered the sky, the figure of the corpse refining moved quickly, and the black figure flickered in the sky, interspersed in the vast sea of ​​fire.

"Jie Jie..."

Relying on its powerful defensive power, this corpse-refined corpse rushed directly to the place less than a hundred meters in front of Qingyang Zhenren.

The white flames in Qingyang's body all poured out, surrounding him, and with his body as the center, it directly turned into a terrifying vortex of flames, attracting all the spiritual power between the world and the earth towards him. come over.

And as the flame vortex devoured more and more spiritual power, the white flame vortex gradually expanded its coverage, like a huge solar black hole.

At this time, Qingyang Zhenren has transformed into a solar furnace, which can melt all people and things in this world.

The refining corpse rushed into the vortex of flames around Qingyang Zhenren, and the fiery torrent of flames directly impacted on his pitch-black scales.

The strange claws behind him began to turn to ashes in the violent solar storm, and cracks appeared on the hard scales, as if black blood was flowing out, but they were quickly evaporated by the terrifying high temperature around him. .

With a long howl of anger, endless black mist spewed out from his body again, resisting the engulfing of the flame storm.

On this side, a huge flaming sword appeared on top of Qingyang Zhenren's head, and it was constantly transforming into a dazzling flaming sword.

"kill!"

As soon as the word came out, the Sun Divine Sword that filled the sky blasted towards the corpse refining, and the whole sky was filled with extremely bright sword light.

Those sharp sun swords stabbed at the corpse like a torrent, and the dazzling sun sword energy exploded directly on its hard scales.

"Boom boom..."

The corpse-refining figure was submerged by the endless Sun Divine Sword, leaving countless ferocious wounds on its huge body.

Seeing that the sect master's refining corpse seemed to have fallen into a disadvantage, the two ghost-faced black-robed men couldn't help but look at each other, and then they once again controlled the [Burial Coffin] suspended in the void, making it move towards Qingyang Zhenren quickly. kill away.

Looking at the black coffin that was attacking him, an extremely angry look flashed on Qingyang's face, and he shouted at the ghost-faced black-robed man and the other three:

"court death!"

I saw that a bright sun smashed directly towards the black coffin.

"Boom boom..."

[The Heavenly Burial Coffin] It was directly hit and rolled in the air, and the huge impact generated even made the ghost-faced black-robed man and the others vomit blood.

However, at this moment, there was another furious roar, and the powerful corpse actually broke through the flame storm around Qingyang Zhenren.

In the blink of an eye, the huge figure had already come to the front of Qingyang Zhenren, and those strange and huge arms attacked him directly.

At this critical juncture, the flaming giant sword above Qingyang Zhenren's head immediately turned into a sword wall made of flaming flames, blocking him.

Countless arms were turned to ashes under the flaming sword energy, but the sword wall was quickly shattered under the violent bombardment.

"Boom..."

Qingyang Zhenren suddenly received a powerful blow from a giant arm on his chest, and his entire body directly retreated several dozen feet away.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of Shen Huanchi and the others immediately trembled, and their eyes were all fixed on Qingyang Zhenren.

On this side, Master Qingyang has stabilized his retreating body, wiped off the red blood on the corner of his mouth, and looked at the corpse not far away.

Although the corpse had injured him, his condition was not much better.

Its huge body is all scorched by the flames, and the tentacles on its back like weird claws have also been severely damaged, and those black scales are falling.

But the next scene made Qingyang real person frown, and the gloomy color on his face became more and more intense.

I saw that the refining corpse was absorbing the strange black mist in the black coffin, UU reading www. uukanshu.com With the strange black mist flowing into his body, the wounds on his body were slowly healing, and those injuries that were only on the surface could not affect this corpse refining at all.

"Jie Jie... There are many methods, but unfortunately they are all too weak!"

The corpse made a mocking sound again, and the sharp and strange sound spread throughout the battlefield.

Hearing this, Shen Huanchi and the others became more worried, and an ominous premonition shrouded their hearts.

On the other side, Master Qingyang looked at the corpse with cold eyes.

Although this corpse refining will not use the supernatural powers and spiritual treasures of the Nascent Soul period, its fully armed body is equivalent to a terrifying weapon.

And he himself has only just achieved the Nascent Soul Dao, and his cultivation base has not yet been consolidated. It is really unpredictable to win or lose in such a fight.

Suddenly, several bright rays of light appeared directly in the dim sky, and these rays of light seemed to slowly form a magical pattern.

All of a sudden, everyone looked up at this magical pattern of light in the sky, and even Qingyang Zhenren, a cultivator of Yuan Ying, looked at the pattern in a daze.

"Mysterious Seal...!"

At this time, the corpse refining roared in exasperation, and there was a hint of fear in his voice.

And as his voice sounded, the magical pattern of light immediately cast beams of light, and the target of these beams seemed to be this strange corpse.

Seeing this situation, the corpse hurriedly dodged, and immediately shouted to the ghost-faced black-robed man:

"let's go!"

The Jindan cultivator from the Promise Sect reacted and quickly followed, leaving all the surviving low-level cultivators behind.

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