Divine Cultivation System

"Is this the real performance of this tomb?"

A group of dozens of people stood sparsely in the deepest part of this stone-carved tomb, looking at a jade sarcophagus in the hall in the distance and the high-level ghost slaves who were chained around the jade sarcophagus. It became weird.

The scale of this tomb is not very large, but there are really many rooms.

They found it all the way and turned over more than twenty rooms.

What is worthy of surprise is that there are more than 100 ghost slaves in more than 20 rooms. They failed to rush out together, which may be considered a good thing for them.

But on the other hand, those ghost slaves completely destroyed everything in the room.

Not to mention some valuable things, even the fragments have been completely destroyed.

Except for the coffin in front of the entire tomb, they really came here in vain.

It doesn't matter whether it's good or not, most people don't care, the way they want to find the most to leave, but now they have no idea.

"My son, there seems to be something wrong with that corpse."

Ran Zun clearly saw something was wrong, but couldn't tell, so he went to Qin Shaofeng's side and spoke.

"There is nothing wrong, just a corpse king."

Qin Shaofeng smiled calmly.

He has seen a similar scene once, and although he is wondering why these tomb owners like to turn themselves into corpse kings, they have to choose to take action.

"You just wait here for a while, I'll go to destroy the corpse slaves first, and see the situation of the corpse king."

Qin Shaofeng rushed forward after speaking.

The ghost three swords were brandished again.

Although the ghost corpse slaves he had to face were three, and they could attack alternately, in Qin Shaofeng's eyes, this attack defensive ability was extremely strong, but it was like a puppet in terms of speed, without even the slightest threat.

With just a few simple flashes, he can easily avoid the bessing of the ghost slaves, and a few backhand attacks will kill a ghost slave.

Two consecutive almost identical battles turned the ghost slave in front of him into one.

The battle became easier this time.

Easy to kill.

He still didn't even pause, and kicked on the lid of the jade stone coffin.

"boom!"

The coffin lid flew up.

The corpse king seemed to feel that his coffin was destroyed, and his lying body rose straight to the sky, and a pair of dry palms that were almost corpse-like had already pierced Qin Shaofeng.

"Quasi Holy Order!"

A cold light flashed in Qin Shaofeng's eyes, and a thousand thunder flashes started.

Although he hadn't used Thunder Thousand Flashes to help attack before, the power of Thunder was always around him, and when he used it suddenly, there was no even momentary lag.

In a flash, he went to a dozen meters behind and looked at the corpse king who had crashed directly opposite him, and the corners of his mouth slightly twitched.

"A quasi-sage-ranked corpse king, it's not your little master's opponent."

Qin Shaofeng sneered, and at the same time replaced the battle sword in his hand with a star chaser.

Now that the star chaser has been used again and again, it can probably cut five or six knives, originally he wanted to save it one or two.

But looking at the current situation, it is obviously impossible to do it.

His combat power is indeed not weak, and with the full use of the power of thunder, he may be able to display the combat power of the ninth-level respect, but he is still not the opponent of this ghost corpse slave.

Even if he didn't want it in his heart, he could only fight for the stains on the ghost corpse slave's waist and the exit behind the tomb.

This place is similar to the place where he passed by, and there should be an exit where they came in.

But if you leave from there, you will meet Ziyun Shu and Conscience.

At that time they almost became mortal.

What should be chosen, Qin Shaofeng won't have even the slightest ambiguity.

"Ghost Three Slash, Ghost Slash!"

Qin Shaofeng jumped up suddenly.

Thunder Thousand Flashes also launched at the same time, except for the accident that the thirty-three Thunder clones were not displayed, they really went all out to cut down towards the arms of the corpse king.

The moment of contact just now allowed him to detect the problem with the King of Corpse.

The combat power of this thing may be very strong, but because of the perennial corpse, the body has become stiff.

Now the only thing that can really pose a threat to him is the arms that are as hard as iron.

Just cut off his arms and he won't have much difficulty.

The idea is really good.

But when he slashed and landed on one of the ghost corpse slave's arms, there was a harsh sound from the crisp sound of steel humming.

In squeaky, there was no change in the corpse king, but he was shook back several tens of meters by the force of the knife's counter shock.

"Ghost corpse slave? No! This corpse king has a problem, and is actually transforming toward a ghost slave, holy-rank ghost slave, fog grass!"

Qin Shaofeng faintly seemed to understand something.

Guarded by six venerable corpse slaves, the existence of more than a hundred imperial corpse slaves does not seem to be guarding this corpse king, but to transform it into a specialized corpse.

As long as the transformation is successful, this will be a more powerful ghost slave.

No way?

He was quickly taken aback by his thoughts.

Are all the ghosts and corpses slaves who used to be living people, or the corpses of the powerful men who have fallen, have been transformed into ghosts and corpses by the existence behind these ghosts and corpses by some special terrorist means?

This possibility is too scary, right?

"My son, I thought of a certain possibility, but that possibility is too scary?" Ran Zun's voice sounded.

He and Qin Shaofeng thought about going together almost at the same time.

The slightly shocked voice made Qin Shaofeng's heart jump.

It seems that the truth of the matter was really thought of by them.

Otherwise, Ran Zun's words can't be exactly the same as his guess in his heart.

That's a holy corpse slave!

Even if it is only the lowest level of Saint-Rank, the true combat power will leave Tianlian Mountain, even if it is not the power of ordinary Saint-Rank.

If at least hundreds of thousands of tomb masters in Tianlian Mountain were transformed in this way, and even walked out with ordinary ghost slaves, the land of shining stars would become a dead zone in a short time!

"I don't want to, now we can't think about it, we have to find a way to escape first."

Qin Shaofeng pressed his heart to shock, hurriedly shouted, swiped the star chaser in his hand, and suddenly displayed a thunderous flash.

In a flash, he went behind the corpse king and slashed down towards the ghost king's head.

"Boom!"

"I don't believe that you can't be killed, come again!"

"Boom!"

"Boom boom!"

Qin Shaofeng's one stroke was faster than one.

With the use of Thunder Thousand Flashes superimposed on Ghost Three Slash, the attack power is terrifying, and Lian Ranzun's mouth is slightly twitched every time he strikes.