Fairy

() There was silence in the corpse arena, because Shi Jiuyou and eight monks with coffins on their backs walked towards the largest and highest platform of the corpse arena.

"That's the supervisory censor of the Coffin Sect!"

The corpse monks exclaimed for a while, because the supervisory censor is equivalent to the personal guard of the leader, and has the responsibility of monitoring the entire Coffin Cult. Their cultivation is unfathomable, especially the coffin they are carrying is of the level of ancient treasure or above. My baby, the corpses contained in the coffin are extremely terrifying corpses.

"It's them!" Wang Xianshi glanced at the eight coffin-carrying cultivators through Zhan Wangqi, and knew that they were the disciples of the Coffin Sect who broke into Su Wuxian's tomb, and thought suspiciously: "Where are the other disciples with them? Could it be that they were killed by the masters of the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty, leaving only eight people?"

"The coffins behind these supervisory censors are better than ancient treasures." Standing next to Wang Xian, Shi Shan, the second senior brother, stared at the coffin with sparkling eyes. He was very eager to get such a coffin to hold the corpse monster.

Wang Xianchao gave a friendly smile to the second senior brother, and said in a low voice: "Everyone wants such a treasure, but there is no corpse dragon hall, so how can we get it?"

"No! There are three coffins like that in the Corpse Dragon Hall. One was given to the master, one was given to the senior brother, and the other one has been left unused." The second senior brother said via voice transmission: "According to my guess, if the junior If you can beat the senior brother in the corpse fight, the master will definitely give the third coffin to the junior brother."

"What brother said is true?" Wang Xian's eyes flashed, but he had long been curious about the coffin.

"Exactly!"

The two were about to continue chatting when the corpse fight began.

There were ten direct disciples of Shi Jiuyou and eight corpse cultivators of Nascent Soul Realm from the Corpse Dragon Palace, a total of 18 people participated in the corpse fight.

The first round of competition was decided by drawing lots. Eighteen corpse cultivators were divided into eight groups to face off.

"Corpse Thai vs. Corpse Sister!"

Wang Xian waited until the clerk announced the list of the eight teams for the duel, frowned, and whispered: "In the first round of competition, I met the corpse sister, and the corpse eyebrow is the most trusted dog leg of the corpse sky. Slap on the face to let him know that I am not a vegetarian either."

"Junior brother!" Corpse eyebrows showed her signature charming smile, and approached Wang Xian with lotus steps, "What a coincidence, I met junior brother in the first round of corpse fighting."

"En." Wang Xian didn't talk nonsense with his sister, whistled and called Zi Huang over.

Zihuang galloped on all fours, came through the air, and landed on Wang Xian's left.

Corpse eyebrows made seals with both hands, muttered to himself, pointed at the void with jade fingers, and with a bang, a corpse ape walked out of the space.

The corpse ape is huge, two feet high, with brown ape hair all over the body, and seven eyes on the ape's head, so it is called the seven-eyed corpse ape.

The Purple Emperor versus the Seven-Eyed Corpse Ape!

Roar, the seven-eyed corpse ape roared, opened its seven eyes, and shot out destructive black lights.

With a swish sound, Zihuang swept to a corner hundreds of feet away, and calmly dodged the black light that came from all over.

The seven-eyed corpse ape turned to face the Zihuang, and once again used its seven eyes to shoot out black lights of destruction.

With a swish, Zihuang still dodged, dodging all the attacks of black light.

In this way, the seven-eyed corpse ape attacked, and the purple emperor dodged, which lasted for an hour.

"Is there any mistake, the corpse fight is to let two corpse monsters face off to decide the winner. What's the matter with Zihuang, there is no attack, only dodge?"

"Hallmaster, this is considered a violation, please disqualify Shi Tai from the corpse fight."

Shi Jiu closed his eyes to rest his mind, completely ignoring the words of those corpse cultivators.

"The time for the corpse fight is one hour. If the Seven-Eyed Corpse Ape and the Purple Emperor fail to win within one hour, it will be considered a tie."

Swish, the dissatisfied corpse monks grabbed the spirit wine, spirit fruit, and some even grabbed their stinky shoes and threw them at the purple emperor in the corpse arena.

Facing the rampage of the audience, Shi Jiuyou made a move to stop it, but the hundreds of pots of spirit wine, thousands of spirit fruits, and inexplicable stinky shoes had already shot towards Zihuang overwhelmingly.

Swish, the Purple Emperor was as fast as lightning, and swept up to a height of thousands of feet, above the corpse arena, and when the spirit wine, spirit fruit, and stinky shoes all fell, he returned to the original place with a swish.

"A big dog corpse can fly thousands of feet into the void in an instant. The speed is really amazing. I'm afraid those corpse monsters in the late Nascent Soul are not so fast."

"Yeah, this purple dog is really not simple, maybe it has some other skills."

In the second round of competition, ten people faced each other and were divided into five groups.

"Zitai vs. Corpse Shan!"

Shishan chuckled and said, "Zishan voluntarily gave up the corpse fight."

With a bang, the corpse cultivator was dissatisfied. The corpse monk made it clear that he wanted the corpse to advance smoothly to the next round of the competition.

Shishan said to Wang Xian via voice transmission: "Master has ordered that if we meet you, we will make way for you and let you and Shitian have an ultimate duel."

Wang Xian suddenly realized, and bowed to Shishan to thank him.

In the second round, Wang Xian easily won, and had time to watch the corpse fight between the blue-striped corpse and a corpse.

The blue-striped corpse waved its claws and grabbed a three-foot-tall corpse, grabbed both sides of the corpse, pulled it hard, and tore the corpse in half.

"The blue-striped corpse demon wins!"

All the corpse cultivators were inexplicably surprised, the blue-patterned corpse demon was so against the sky, it tore a python demon with extraordinary combat power in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul into two halves with one claw.

Shi Tian looked at Wang Xian provocatively, and said via voice transmission: "Junior brother, just wait, in the end the blue-striped corpse demon will tear your big dog in half."

In the third round, Wang Xian had a bye, and only four corpse cultivators fought in two groups of corpse fights.

The blue-striped corpse demon once again became the focus. With his bravery, he directly smashed a flying corpse king in the late Yuanying period with his fist.

In the fourth round, only three people remained.

"Don't bother, you two corpse monsters go together. The blue-grained corpse monster is no problem against two corpse monsters." Shi Tian looked at Wang Xian and another corpse cultivator domineeringly.

"Shiqi doesn't bother to be with that purple dog. Master, you'd better fight the senior brother first. When you are defeated, I will fight the senior brother again." Although Shiqi is not a direct disciple, his strength is extraordinary. In the later stage of cultivation, his corpse demon is the rouge tiger in the realm of Nascent Soul Dzogchen.

The rouge tiger demon is a red tiger demon with no flesh and blood on its head. It is just a skeleton tiger head, and its limbs are also skeletons. Only the middle body is made of flesh and blood. It looks extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Wang Xian glanced at Yan Zhihu, and said with a smile: "How about this, Senior Brother Shiqi fights with my corpse."

There was a hint of doubt in Wang Xian's eyes, he was afraid that his Zihuang had no actual combat experience, and he would be stage fright. Seeing the corpse's disdain for a joint attack, he thought about it for a while, and felt that the Zihuang and the Rouge Tiger Demon should fight together, so that they could fight together. Zihuang entered the fighting state.

Shi Tian saw through Wang Xian's purpose at a glance, but he didn't believe that the purple dog who could only dodge could defeat Yanzhihu.

"Okay!" Shi Qi pointed at Zihuang with both hands, and the rouge tiger demon sprayed red poisonous mist towards Zihuang.

With a swish, Zihuang used his old routine and teleported thousands of feet away from the poisonous mist.

"Zihuang, you can't dodge all the time, you have to take the initiative to attack once." Wang Xian manipulated the corpse dragon seal and poured a thought into Zihuang's dog's head.

"I want the infant corpse stone, at least 1000 years." Zihuang's thoughts turned into water waves and sent to Wang Xian.

"It turns out that you, a dead dog, has spiritual intelligence and can communicate with its owner." Wang Xian continued to communicate with Zihuang with his thoughts.

"Wang! Wang! I am Emperor Zixiao, not a dead dog." The Zihuang stood up and glared at Wang Xian.

Wang Xian chuckled, seeing the evil spirit surging from Zihuang, he threw a 2000-year baby corpse stone from the Qiankun bag to the Zihuang who was standing there in the air: "Big dog, here is your 2000-year baby corpse." Shi, kill Rouge Tiger."

With a bang, Zihuang stood in the void and swallowed a pile of flying baby corpse stones. With a movement of his body, purple light shone all over his body. He suddenly turned into a god of war, raised his head and roared towards the sky.

Zihuang's roar is not a dog's roar, it is simply a dragon's roar, and the roar is so powerful that it goes straight to the sky.

"This purple dog is not simple!" All the corpse cultivators felt the transformation of Zihuang's aura.

Shi Qi's eyes flashed fiercely, and he ordered Yanzhihu to fight quickly.

With a sound of swish, the Purple Emperor flew onto the back of the Yanzhi Tiger with extreme speed, and with a roar, the huge force charged straight at the Yanzhi Tiger Demon, blasting the Yanzhi Tiger Demon into pieces.

"will not!"

"impossible!"

"That's the rouge tiger demon in the late Yuanying period, not a cat or a dog, how could it be smashed into pieces by the power of the Purple Emperor?"

"Isn't this Purple Emperor dodging all the time? Why is he so powerful when he strikes? It's no less powerful than the blue-striped corpse."

The corpse arena was boiling, and even Shi Jiuyou and the eight supervisors stood up, looking at the big dog-like Zihuang with scorching eyes.

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Shi Tian's mouth, and he laughed loudly: "This kind of corpse fight is only interesting. If the blue-striped corpse demon can end the purple emperor with one catch, this corpse fight will be too boring."

"Who is stronger or weaker between the Zihuang and the blue-patterned corpse demon, you will know after a fight." Wang Xian straightened his body, stared at Shitian, and threw the 3000-year-old baby corpse stone to Zihuang from his Qiankun bag.

The Zihuang dog jumped up, hugged the pile of baby corpse stones in its arms, and ate it non-stop.

"So many baby corpse stones are not afraid of bursting the corpse demon."

"The ultimate corpse fight begins, the Purple Emperor confronts the blue-striped corpse."

Shi Tian's eyes turned cold, and he ordered to the blue-grained corpse monster: "Kill that purple dog for me, and let him know the real strength of the corpse monster with the most combat power."

With a cry, the blue-striped corpse demon grabbed Zihuang with its claws like hooks in the sky, and directly grabbed the space with a radius of three feet where Zihuang was located.