Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

"My lord, my patience is limited."

Fang Mo's tone was slightly cold.

In the next second, that bloody giant hand directly crushed the corpse giant's fist, turning it into corpse aura.

But the blood-colored giant hand didn't stop, and strangled the neck of the corpse giant.

"boom…"

The corpse aura giant collapsed, and the monstrous corpse aura darkened the world.

Chapter 181

There was silence between heaven and earth, only the endless roar of corpses.

"cough…"

A light cough broke the surrounding silence.

A pale, haggard middle-aged man appeared at the place where the corpse aura dissipated.

The moment they saw this person, the five poisonous Rakshasa and the demon boy stood on end, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"There are only a handful of people in the world who can defeat my Corpse Qi Giant Elephant. Who are you?"

Shi Jun stared at Fang Mo sharply.

"My name is Blood Lord."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"Hehe, Blood Lord? What a big tone!"

The corpse sneered.

"I have never heard of a blood lord, but I remember that when he was hidden from the world, there was a little doll called a blood demon in the devil's way, who made a lot of trouble."

Fang Mo remained silent, looking at the corpse gentleman calmly.

At this moment, a gray light flashed, and the corpse returned to Fang Mo's side, its terrifying eyes staring at the corpse gentleman.

"What's your relationship with Ten Thousand Corpse Sect?!"

The corpse gentleman glanced at the corpse beside Fang Mo, his tone was cold.

"You don't need to know about my relationship with Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, you just need to submit to me."

Fang Mo looked at Shi Jun with a calm tone.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant at such a young age, I will let you know the price of offending me today!"

As soon as the voice fell, the corpse's breath rose again, and the world changed color.

A terrifying figure appeared beside the corpse king.

It was an old man with white beard and hair. The old man had a ruddy complexion, his eyes were closed tightly, and he exuded a strong corpse aura.

"what…"

Fang Mo looked at the strange old man who was motionless, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It is clearly a corpse, but it still maintains the appearance characteristics of a living person, and there is almost no difference.

Sensing Fang Mo's doubts, a trace of disdain appeared in the corpse king's eyes.

"Hehe, do you know his identity before his death?"

The corpse gentleman pointed to the old man refining the corpse beside him.

Fang Mo looked indifferent and did not speak.

"Jie Jie, I tell you that he was the Great Elder of the previous generation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, Master Yin Corpse."

The dead man showed a cruel smile.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Mo remained indifferent.

But the faces of the Five Poison Rakshasa and the Demon Boy on the side changed drastically.

Master Yin Corpse, the nightmare of the entire cultivation world a hundred years ago, once refined millions of people into corpse puppets.

Master Yin Corpse, who is sitting on millions of corpse puppets, once made even the Heavenly Sword Sect fearful, and almost set off a war between good and evil again.

It's just that he disappeared for unknown reasons later, and there was no news at all.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be refined into a living corpse by the corpse king...

"In order to ensure that this old thing is lifelike, I forcibly soaked him in the five-element corpse water for more than a month. Hehe, how is it, is it no different from a living person now?"

The corpse gentleman seemed to be admiring a work of art, and his tone became more and more complacent.

Hearing this, the horror in the eyes of the Five Poison Rakshasa and the Demon Boy grew stronger.

"No wonder you became an abandoned disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect."

Fang Mo's tone was a little teasing.

Hearing this, Lord Corpse's complexion suddenly became gloomy, as if he had been poked into a sore spot.

"Little thing, don't worry, I will cook you well later, and definitely make you more lifelike!"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the 'Master Yin Corpse' opened suddenly, and a pair of gray eyes were full of tyranny.

"Roar!"

'Master Yin Corpse' roared to the sky, and endless corpse energy erupted from his body.

The breath of the corpse is like a dragon, and the sky and the earth change color.

The surrounding trees and rocks were all turned into dust and blown up with the wind.

Such a terrifying power made the five poisonous Rakshas sweat secretly.

In the next second, the 'Master Yin Corpse' turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Fang Mo.

Fang Mo's face was as usual, and there was a trace of contempt in his eyes looking at the 'Master Yin Corpse'.

Seeing that Fang Mo was motionless, the corpse gentleman smiled evilly, as if he had already seen Fang Mo being refined into a corpse by him.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the foul wind howled, and a ferocious blood-colored tentacle pierced directly through the body of 'Master Yin Corpse' like blood-colored lightning.

Seeing the 'Master Yin Corpse' who was hanging high in the air and constantly struggling, several people present were stunned.

"impossible…"

The corpse gentleman looked at the 'Master Yin Corpse' in mid-air with disbelief on his face.

This "Master Yin Corpse" refined by myself has physical strength comparable to a high-grade mysterious element, how could it be so easily penetrated through the body.

Just when the corpse king fell into self-doubt, a bloody tentacle attacked him directly.

The corpse king's complexion changed drastically, his body burst out with corpse energy, and he punched the bloody tentacle.

The space oscillates, and the corpse aura is overwhelming.

"boom."

There was a loud noise, and the bloody tentacles were unscathed.

"This is impossible!"

The corpse king widened his eyes and cried out in shock.

What exactly is this bloody tentacle? !

The full blow of the ninth level of Yuan Zhejing couldn't hurt him at all.

Before the corpse king could react from the shock, a ferocious tentacle rolled him up in the next second.

The moment the corpse king was rolled up by the bloody tentacles, his complexion changed drastically.

He felt a terrifying bloodthirsty aura from this bloody tentacle, which made his soul tremble.

There was finally a trace of panic in the corpse gentleman's eyes.

The five poisonous Rakshasa and the demon boy looked at the corpse king who was tightly bound by the bloody tentacles, their eyes were full of horror.

This is a monk at the ninth level of the Primordial Realm!

Now that the realm of Yuanshi is out of the cultivation world, the ninth level of Yuanzhe realm is the strongest.

But now, this kind of strong man has no power to resist in front of the Lord.

How strong should the master be?

Could it be Yuanshijing...

Thinking of this, the two looked at Fang Mo with enthusiasm.

Especially the Five Poison Rakshasa, with a hint of deep obsession amidst his fanaticism.

"You... who are you?"

Shijun stared at Fang Mo closely, his voice trembling slightly.

"Submit, or die."

Fang Mo's tone was cold.

"Hehe...I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful newcomer in the Demon Dao. I admit it."

The dead man's face is full of loneliness,

He took a deep look at Fang Mo, and suddenly changed the subject: "However, it is absolutely impossible for me to submit to you!"

There was a trace of sternness on the corpse king's face.

"Do you know why I became an abandoned disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect in the first place?"

"It's because I don't want to be bound! What I pursue is to do whatever I want!!"

Following the Corpse Lord's low growl, countless heaven and earth vitality rushed towards the Corpse Lord like a flood.

Black lines appeared on the skin between the corpse king's neck, and they continued to spread towards the whole body like a spider's web.