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Michiko looked at the corpse in front of her, and her inner joy was almost uncontrollable. She knew before that there must be the corpse of a peerless master in the Rakshasa Sect of Fire Cloud Evil God.

After all, Fire Cloud Evil God became Dekang in the Japanese underground world, all by his own punches and kicks. In the process, he killed countless masters, including a few peerless masters.

But she still didn't expect that Fire Cloud Evil God would leave such a complete body of a peerless master.

"Ah, the innate grand master, and it was the corpse of the innate grand master who had cultivated the immortal golden body. When was he killed by Huoyun Evil God? I haven't heard that it was the corpse picked up by Huoyun Evil God? Huoyun Evil God, are you serious? He is my lucky star. No, Fire Cloud Evil God is not my lucky star, Xiao Zhang is. If he hadn’t attacked me when I went to Xiangjiang, I wouldn’t have come to seek help from Fire Cloud Evil God.”

Michiko thought of Xiao Zhang and couldn't help but lick her scarlet lips. She originally valued Xiao Zhang's body, but now Xiao Zhang is not worth mentioning in comparison, because Xiao Zhang's current strength is absolutely not This innate great master is tall in front of his body.

Although it is unknown how long ago he died, perhaps it was because of his great strength in front of him, and Fire Cloud Evil God kept it properly for unknown reasons, so it actually had no impact on Michiko who was refining the zombie.

"Although I sacrificed part of my life soul for this, it doesn't matter. Fire Cloud Evil God can use my life soul to control my life and death, but he can't use my life soul to control the zombie I refined, so he He will never kill me, he will always need me.”

Michiko convinced Fire Cloud Evil God to pay a heavy price, and used the special abilities of Jiuju's group to separate part of her life soul. Her life and death were basically under the control of Fire Cloud Evil God.

But this kind of effort is very worthwhile, because she is about to harvest a non-bone-level zombie. Combined with the female ghost she controls, this zombie has a certain chance of surviving the thunder disaster when it is trained.

However, for the sake of safety, Michiko did not have the idea of ​​letting the zombie survive the lightning tribulation after it was refined. On the one hand, she was worried that she would not be able to fully control it by then, and on the other hand, she was worried that it would be struck to death by lightning if it failed to survive the tribulation.

"It is rumored that the dragon veins captured from the Central Plains are hidden in the Rakshasa Sect. When I refine the corpse of this innate great master into a zombie that does not turn into bones, I will ask Fire Cloud Evil God to take out the dragon veins to enhance his strength. At that time, he will have a high chance of surviving the thunderstorm safely."

Michiko has completed the preparations for refining. This is the underground martial arts room where Huoyun Evil God used to practice. It is a large area and the ground is paved with high-strength stone slabs. The corpse of the innate grandmaster who can indestruct the golden body is lying on the ground. On the table in the center of the martial arts room.

There are many blood-red or bone-white candles around the desk. The flames produced during the burning process are also full of strange smells, and the smell is enough to make ordinary people die immediately after smelling them.

But Michiko was unscathed despite being in it and acted as usual. Surrounding the hundreds of candles were thousands of flower pots, densely placed in specific positions. If you look at it from above, you can see that these flower pots combined with those candles , desk, forming a strange and complex pattern.

The flowerpots are all filled with chrysanthemums, of different colors and shapes. They are the wealth accumulated by the Jiuju sect over the years. None of them are ordinary chrysanthemums.

The strangest thing is that there is a bulky-looking TV next to Michiko who is standing next to the desk. At this time, the wires are not plugged into the socket at all. In fact, there is no socket in the martial arts room, but the screen of the TV But it was already lit up, and the snowflake-like picture kept flashing.

Everything was ready, and Michiko did not waste time. She had to complete the preliminary refining in seven days, and then let this non-bone-level zombie kill Xiao Zhang when he left Japan after climbing Mount Fuji.

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

Michiko rang the bell in her hand, and all the candles around her began to flicker, but none of them would go out. As the ringing continued, the thousands of chrysanthemums on the periphery turned like sunflowers. The flower disk faces the same direction, and the flower disk with dense chrysanthemums looks like the eyes of a ferocious monster, staring at the corpse in the center.

The scents of various colors slowly escaped from the chrysanthemums, drifting towards the desk like smoke, and finally disappeared into the corpse.

There was a sound.

The bell in Michiko's hand suddenly paused, and her eyes focused on the arms and fists of the corpse.

"Who is this person, and why have his arms and fists turned into immortal bones? In addition to his immortal golden body, has he practiced any other peerless boxing techniques?"

Michiko was overjoyed, and then continued to wave the bell in her hand. At the same time, she also uttered vague syllables in her mouth. She couldn't make out the language at all. Some sounded like Japanese and some sounded like Chinese.

The body in the black kimono also started to dance, its expression sometimes ferocious and sometimes calm, sometimes charming and sometimes holy, sometimes happy and sometimes indifferent.

As she began to exert her power, the strange aura on the chrysanthemums accelerated. The chrysanthemums closer to her began to wither due to exhaustion of power. The chrysanthemums farther away also began to wither. The most conspicuous ones were actually those around the desk. Hundreds of candles, their burning speed suddenly accelerated. Although the flame looked the same as before, it became shorter and shorter until it went out.

It took an unknown amount of resources to create these candles and chrysanthemums. All the power generated was absorbed into the corpse on the table under Michiko's guidance. Michiko's own power was also consumed a lot.

The snowflake picture on the TV screen next to her also gradually turned into a blood picture. Not only the color changed, but also the smell of blood came from it. Finally, a drop of blood that was almost black came out of the TV. It leaked out on board, as if a TV set had been injured.

Drop after drop.

The blood did not sink into the stone slabs, nor did it corrode the stone slabs on the ground. There seemed to be an invisible energy barrier between them and the stone slabs.

Michiko's voice became louder and her state became even more crazy. Finally, there was no more blood flowing out of the TV. The screen suddenly went black, just like other unplugged TVs, and all the blood flowing out of its body, It also condensed into a long snake on the floor, its body twisted strangely and gradually approached the desk, and finally sank into the corpse on the desk.

The originally peaceful corpse suddenly began to shake after the blood was submerged in it, as if it might wake up at any time.

All the chrysanthemums around him have withered, and all the candles have been extinguished. In the dark martial arts room, only the body on the desk emits a scarlet light, which comes from the scarlet blood lines that are constantly traveling on the surface of his skin. These scarlet blood lines gradually turned black as they swam, gradually blending with the color of the corpse's skin.

The corpse was shaking even more violently, and the yellow talisman attached to the forehead was in danger of being shaken off at any time, but Michiko, who was already in a powerless state, was not worried at all.

Because this corpse would not wake up within seven days, which is why Huoyun Evil God chose to practice at the foot of Mount Fuji at this time.

Even if there is an accident during the refining process, Michiko cannot control the zombie through the female ghost, and the crisis will only appear on the seventh day. Fire Cloud Evil God only needs to be present at that time.

"Hahaha……"

The most difficult refining work has been completed, and Michiko couldn't help but laugh out loud. All she has to do is wait for the ghost king-level female ghost to merge with the corpse of the innate grand master who has been turned into a zombie, and a new non-bone-level zombie will be born. will appear.

Because it has a soul that zombies don't have, the zombie she refined must be stronger than a normal zombie of the same level. Fei Zheng also has the flying ability at the non-bone level, and can also awaken other magical powers.

"Xiao Zhang, you are dead, hahaha... I will kill you when you climb Mount Fuji and think that you can conquer the whole country of Japan with your own strength. Seeing you building a tall building and seeing you entertaining guests, I Zombies descend from the sky and trample all your tall buildings and guests into mud with one kick."

Michiko felt endless pleasure in her heart, having completed her revenge when her enemy was at his peak. Thinking about this feeling made her feel so happy. When that day came, she would probably be extremely happy.

But at this moment, Michiko suddenly heard a voice that she had only heard a few words, but it left such a deep impression that she would never forget it in her life.

"That's it?"

Xiao Zhang?

Michiko didn't even look back, but rushed directly to the other side of the desk. At the same time, she forced blood from the tip of her tongue to spray on the corpse on the desk. She wanted to activate the zombie in advance to deal with Xiao Zhang, even if it would make this person The zombie's strength has been greatly reduced, and the zombie has even become a disposable item.

However, the blood from the tip of her tongue that she had just sprayed out failed to touch the corpse at such a close distance. A burst of energy suddenly appeared, not only blocking the blood from the tip of her tongue, but also evaporating it the moment it came into contact with the blood from the tip of her tongue. Almost exhausted.

How could Xiao Zhang, who dared to remind Michiko aloud, give Michiko a chance to increase her combat effectiveness?

Before she could stand still after turning over the table, and her eyes were filled with shock because the blood on her tongue was gone, a sword light suddenly lit up in Michiko's sight.

Swift as lightning, powerful as thunder.

With a chill on her neck, Michiko looked at Xiao Zhang who appeared next to the desk with a frozen expression, and asked in a very calm tone: "Why do you dare to come directly to Rakshasa Gate?"

"you guess?"

Michiko didn't get angry when she didn't get an answer, but asked with her last breath: "What kind of sword is this sword?"

Xiao Zhang chose to answer this time.

"Cut the chicken."

The Ghost-Slaying Sword made a clear sword sound, as if it was dissatisfied with Xiao Zhang's random change of name.