Those years when I was a corpse guard in Yizhuang

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Li Yu turned his eyes slightly, and thought through many things:

"It's no wonder that he is valued by Ji Mu, and he planted tricks on him, intending to refine Ma San into a living corpse clone."

Possessing the rare physique of a dragon-elephant body, if it can be refined into a living corpse, its potential will be boundless. Even if a golden-armored corpse is sacrificed in the end, it may not be impossible! "

"Fortunately, today's big deal fell into my hands!"

Li Yu is in a good mood.

His cultivation level is so profound that Ma San can't match him naturally.

Therefore, after obtaining the treasured body of the dragon elephant, his accumulation of martial arts immediately stimulated part of the potential of the treasured body of the dragon elephant, and gained many benefits.

When his cultivation base gradually deepens in the future, he can fully stimulate the potential of this physique!
"Yes, now I can be regarded as a genius practitioner with a special physique."

Li Yu flicked his fingers, and a real fire fell on Ma San's body. The real fire spread and burned quickly, burning the body into a pool of ashes.

Staring at the pool of ashes on the ground, Li Yu's eyes were dim.

"Next, it's time to do something serious!"

"Because of Zhang and Yin's affairs, Moyang County has gathered so many practitioners with great difficulty. The opportunity must not come again. If this opportunity is missed, we don't know when it will come again in the future."

half a month later.

In a mountain forest, several figures were gathering together, looking around from time to time, seeming quite vigilant and showing a trace of nervousness.

One of them looked quite young, but his face was as pale as paper, his face was blue, his eyes were darkened, and he showed a deficiency of kidney, as if he had been picked up by a vixen for three days and three nights.

The other person was a white-haired old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. On his shoulder, there was a gray fur mouse the size of a house cat. Its fur was smooth and shiny, and its teeth were white and sharp.

Another man was a man of barbarian blood. He was tall, with a thick back and a bronze skin. He was carrying a short-handled bronze axe.
The gray-haired mouse on the white-haired old man's shoulder raised his head and sniffed around, then squeaked a few times in the white-haired old man's ear.

The white-haired old man nodded slightly, then took out a Linggu pill from his pocket and stuffed it to the gray-haired mouse. He said solemnly:
"Don't worry, fellow daoists, apart from the three of us, there is no one else within a few miles."

Hearing this, the two people who were a little nervous were obviously relieved.

The pale young man nodded and said:

"Bai Lao's spirit wind mouse is well-raised. Its sense of smell is extremely keen, and it has even awakened a small supernatural power. Unless you are a Daoist monk, even if you have practiced the turtle's breath technique and the breath-holding technique, or are good at hiding It is inevitable that the monks who practice the art will reveal a little bit of popularity, and be noticed by the spirit wind mouse."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man showed a smug smile:
"Zhi Xiucai got the point. I have raised this Spiritwind mouse for more than 60 years. The blood in my body has been fully activated, and it has completely turned into a demon mouse. I have been able to escape from the old man when I encounter trouble a few times. , rely on its nose!"

The barbarian man snorted coldly: "Hmph, old man Bai, why are you still bragging about yourself at this time! Let's hurry up and get down to business!"

"Friend Chou Daoist said so!"

The white-haired old man was not angry either, he smiled slightly, and then his expression turned serious, and he said seriously: "The old man told the two fellow daoists the reason for the gathering here, you two should have guessed a little bit, right?"

"Since the decisive battle between the two seniors Zhang Changfeng and Yin Changsheng, people have been attacked one after another these days!"

The young man said with an ugly face: "The yellow chicken scattered people, the ghost-haired old monster, and Qingfengjian Xu You and others were all attacked and killed! Their belongings were all taken away, some of their bodies were tattered, and some were killed. Burn them all, and destroy the corpses."

"Some of these people are well-known figures with little fame, and some are unknown casual cultivators. There are heretic monks and warriors who have been famous for many years. But these people all have one thing in common, that is, they are all people with no background. Loose cultivators! And almost all of them are full of evil deeds!"

Having said this, the young man looked at the two of them left and right, and said:

"So, most of the people who take action are some hypocritical righteous figures or some old devil. The reason why they do these things is to kill people and seize treasures, or to ingest souls and sacrificial artifacts and supernatural powers. But they dare not take it lightly. Provoking forces such as Red Leaf Valley and Bibo Mountain Villa will only attack casual cultivators or ordinary small households like us who have no background."

"In this way, even if things happen in the end, those immortal sects won't trouble him. After all, who cares about the life and death of ordinary casual cultivators like us? Hmph, this person has a good plan!"

"Huangji Sanren's golden feathered supernatural powers can be turned into battles, whether it is trapping people or killing enemies, it is invincible. Xu You's swordsmanship is profound, and his swordsmanship is exquisite. He only needs to condense the true meaning of martial arts to become a martial arts master. Even so , it's not planted yet."

"Although the three of us have good cultivation bases, how can we compare with Huangji Sanren and Xu You, who have accumulated years of talent? Maybe we will be targeted by that person sooner or later, or even be targeted by him. Once this is the case, it must be doomed!"

Speaking of this, the faces of the three of them were a little ugly.

The three of them usually rely on their own cultivation, but they are quite chic and happy, and they act quite unscrupulously.

There are not only the lives of enemies under his hands, but also the blood of innocent people. Not to mention that there is a lot of evil, but there are also a lot of burning, killing, looting and doing bad things. Otherwise, how can we get to this point?
Practice is difficult, and each step requires many resources.

But those miraculous medicines, magical tools, and supernatural powers are not Chinese cabbage. If you don’t grab them or grab them, if you don’t fight or fight them, who will give them?
If he is really targeted by that person in the dark, his life will be lost even if his savings over the years are cheap.How does this make the three of them not panic?

"Not bad!"

The white-haired old man nodded, his wrinkled old face was very serious and said: "So just in case, the three of us must get together in the past few days, even if someone does attack, the three of us can get together Take care of one or two."

Both Zhi Xiucai and the barbarian big man nodded in agreement and had no opinion.

The three of them are acquaintances, and they have dealt with each other several times before, and they have initially established some trust with each other.

Now that we have a common enemy again, cooperation is a matter of course.

After confirming the cooperation, the three began to discuss some details and discuss how to overcome this difficulty.

However, just as the three of them were discussing, a golden sword energy flew over without a sound, easily beheading the white-haired old man's head, and a stream of blood spurted out from his neck.

(End of this chapter)