Starting from crossing the Fengshen

Chapter 204 Winning the Qiankun Bag
"This is the flying corpse of the witch-ghost path."

Wugui Tao was once a Taoist sect on Tianzhou.

Sacrificing the dead and feeding evil ghosts are the real evil ways.

Later, due to public outrage, the Wugui Dao was exterminated, and a small number of disciples fled and came to develop on the Manghuang Continent.

This flying corpse is refined by the witch ghost path. From low to high, it can be divided into iron corpse, bronze corpse, silver corpse, gold corpse, flying corpse and witch corpse.Heavenly Corpse, Corpse Emperor, and Witch Lord.

Flying corpses are equivalent to innate martial arts masters. At the same time, because they are invulnerable and can fly, their combat power is much stronger than ordinary innate martial arts masters.

Fei Zhi was the overlord of the Wilderness Continent. When he saw someone flying higher than them, he immediately became angry.

They felt that their dignity had been challenged, so they rose into the sky and came towards Yin Qiqi with steel forks.

"I come!"

Just when Yin Qi was about to take action, Chan Yinsha suddenly said.

As soon as she pressed her hand, two thunderballs fell from her palm, then rose up in the wind, and soon turned into the size of a millstone.

Rumble!
The thunderball landed on the two flying corpses, causing a big explosion in an instant.

The invulnerable flying corpse was immediately blown into countless corpses, and fell to the sea with a pop.

Yin Qi praised: "Yinsha, your thunder method is almost the same as real thunder. The thunder method of Shenxiao Sect seems to be much more sophisticated than Fang Xiandao."

Fang Xiandao is also good at thunder.

Chan Yinsha smiled proudly and said: "Of course, my Shenxiao Sect is the ancestor of playing with thunder."

"According to my calculations, Qiankun Bag should be behind that high mountain. Let's go."

Yin Qi pointed to Tianjue Mountain in the distance.

He hugged the Zen silver gauze and turned into a stream of light flying towards Tianjue Mountain.

Bypassing Tianjue Mountain, there is a large plain with a radius of several hundred miles, centered on the huge Tianwu City, surrounded by large tracts of farmland and villages.

Countless savage slaves were working numbly, driven by the disciples of the Witch Ghost Dao.

The whip is like a poisonous snake, whipping the slave from time to time.

Zen Yinsha frowned and said: "This Wugui Dao really doesn't treat slaves as human beings. There are many slaves in Izumo Country, but we will not enslave them like this. Instead, we will give them hope and let them complete the prescribed tasks, and then some After a few years, you can become a civilian and be allocated land and homesteads.”

Yin Qi's expression was cold. A green mist appeared in his eyes. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the sky above Tianwu City was full of black resentment. The entire sky was rendered as black as night. It seemed that he could still hear faintly. Countless innocent souls are wailing.

This is because the people of the Witch Ghost Way are cruel and often use the essence, blood and soul of savages to refine weapons. They even torture savages in various ways in order to enhance the effect of magic weapons.

Over time, coupled with the countless people who died because of the construction of this Tian Wu City, the resentment in this Tian Wu City skyrocketed.

Looking at the resentment in the sky, it seems that a peerless formation has been formed. It must be the Ten Thousand Ghosts Chaozong Formation of Wugui Dao.

"Wiggui said, everyone deserves to die!"

Yin Qi looked cold and stern.

Although all those who were killed were savages, savages were also human beings.

In order to practice and build the city, Wugui Dao has completely lost all conscience.

However, in the center of Tianwu City, there was a large area of ​​pure Yang energy rising. This pure Yang energy was like a scorching sun, making it impossible for the surrounding resentment to get close.

Yin Qi knew that it must be emanating from the Qiankun Bag.

The Qiankun bag is made of the skin of a peak immortal, and its breath is as pure as the sun, so it cannot be concealed at all.

After the Great Zen Temple was destroyed, Monk Jingren fled here with Qiankun Budai and some of his disciples, and took refuge in the Witch Ghost Way.

……

Tianwu City is very large, with a royal palace in the center.

Yin Qi and Chan Yinsha did not hide their traces. They fell from the sky and landed directly on the square in front of a palace.

This palace is used to worship Qiankun Bag, and it exudes the pure Yang atmosphere like the bright sun.

"who?"

This palace is called the Temple of War, and it is guarded by both disciples of the Great Zen Temple and disciples of the Witch and Ghost Dao.

Seeing Yin Qi and Chan Yinsha suddenly appearing, their whole bodies tensed up. "I come!"

Zen Yinsha seemed to want to show off in front of Yin Qi. She raised her bare hand and dozens of thunder balls flew out, suddenly exploding when the Dazen Temple and Wugui Dao disciples rushed forward.

Rumble!
Each thunderball exploded like a cannonball.

The Dazen Temple and Wugui Dao disciples screamed and flew backwards, all over the ground.

The disciples of Dazen Temple were fine, but the disciples of Wugui Dao were miserable.

They practice evil arts and are most afraid of thunder, so they just received the box lunch.

"go!"

Chan Yinsha smiled and pulled Yin Qi into the Temple of War.

The two walked into the palace and saw an altar erected in the center of the palace.

On the altar, a large bag is enshrined.

The bag was neither silk nor linen, and had a strange color, like leather, and was tightly tied with a tendon-like rope.

It is Qiankun Bag.

With a move of Yin Qi's right hand, the Qiankun bag flew out of the altar and fell into his hands.

The tentacles are smooth, like mutton fat white jade.

"This is Qiankun Bag!"

Chan Yinsha's eyes lit up, and she touched the Qiankun cloth bag: "Pure Yang Qi is so terrifying, I'm afraid there is nothing else."

pedal!pedal!
Suddenly, heavy and rapid footsteps were heard outside the hall, approaching from far to near at an extremely fast speed.

Yin Qi turned around and saw a middle-aged monk running towards him.

With angry eyes, he jumped into the palace and shouted angrily: "Evil thief, put down the Qiankun bag!"

This person is none other than Monk Jingren.

The Jingren monk's blood was surging all over, and even the black gold cassock on his body was bulging, and his whole body grew half in size out of thin air. He really seemed to be a protector god in Buddhism, making fist seals with his hands and blasting out.

This is the Dragon Elephant Seal of the Great Zen Temple, which is famous for its strength and strength.

Yin Qi looked indifferent and just waved it casually.

Clang!

When the fists and palms met, they made a clashing sound like gold.

"what!"

The Jingren monk's eyes widened. He felt a huge force coming back. He was so small in front of this force that he couldn't help himself and flew backwards at a faster speed.

boom!
The Jing Nin monk fell more than 20 meters, destroying the wall outside the War Temple and sending dust and smoke everywhere.

At this time, Wu Yutong, the leader of the Wugui Dao Sect, and the three elders arrived.

They are all powerful ghosts and immortals.

Behind them, there are fourteen corpse kings, exuding a terrifying aura.

The Iron Corpse, Bronze Corpse and others all have ugly faces, like monsters, but the Corpse Emperor has a golden crown on his head, like an emperor's crown, and his face is as majestic as a god general, much like an emperor wearing a dragon robe.

It's just that there is a pair of golden wings growing on their backs.

In terms of combat power, each Corpse Emperor is equivalent to the pinnacle Grand Master, but even Martial Saints are difficult to kill, not only because they have bronze skin and iron bones, and are invulnerable, but also because they can fly.

If it weren't for a head-on battle, a Corpse Emperor would be enough to contain a Martial Saint.

But there are fourteen such zombie kings in the Witch Ghost Path, which shows how terrifying their strength is. It is unknown how many savages they killed in the process.

"what!"

Seeing the Jingren monk still stumbling after crashing into the wall, Wu Yutong and the others were shocked.

You know, the Jingren monk is a martial saint, and an intermediate martial saint.

(End of this chapter)