Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

The swarthy man said to Zhu Sha.

"Well, I'll go in and lure it out."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Sha turned into a black light and rushed into the cave.

In just a moment, there was the sound of fighting in the cave, and with a few loud roars, the ground trembled.

Not long after, Zhu Sha burst out of the cave in a very embarrassing situation, followed by a white figure.

"Quick, quickly activate the formation and trap her!"

Zhu Sha shouted at the dark man eagerly.

Seeing this, the dark man shouted loudly, "Get up!"

In an instant, a black light curtain rose from the area covered by the formation just now, directly imprisoning the white figure in it.

Looking at the white figure constantly rampaging in the formation, Zhu Sha wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with lingering fear: "This strange corpse has actually cultivated to the fifth level of Yuanling, if it weren't for my natal corpse gang just now I withstood the fatal blow, I almost couldn't get out..."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Sha waved his hand, and a dilapidated refined corpse staggered out of the cave.

Zhu Sha looked at his natal corpse with some pain, and repairing the natal corpse was a huge expense.

"As long as you bring this strange corpse back, the peak master will definitely make up for your loss."

The dark man said in a deep voice.

"I hope so."

...

While the dark men were talking, Fang Mo in the dark looked at them with a gloomy expression.

Damn it,

It turned out to be the first to board!

What made Fang Mo even more crazy was the aura of these two people, one at the fifth level of the Yuanling Realm, and the other dark-skinned man turned out to be at the sixth level of the Yuanling Realm!

Fang Mo's face was gloomy. He didn't want to use the imprint left by his master unless it was a last resort. After all, it was his trump card to save his life.

the other side,

At this time, the swarthy man took out a strange blood-colored talisman, preparing to suppress the corpse and take it away.

"Blood field!"

A low shout came.

"Who!"

The dark man shouted loudly towards the surroundings.

A strong aura of the sixth level of Yuanling Realm swept out from the dark man.

Zhu Sha, who was beside him, also looked around vigilantly.

There is silence all around,

"What's going on! Where did the blood mist come from?"

Zhu Sha looked at the blood mist surrounding him and shouted loudly.

The blood mist filled quickly, and as soon as Zhu Sha's voice fell, the blood field was completely formed.

"Be careful, this blood mist is weird."

The dark man shouted in a low voice.

He realized that not only his eyesight was blocked, but even his vitality was faintly suppressed.

The swarthy man instantly summoned his natal corpse, a terrifying female corpse in a red wedding dress.

Chapter 47 Trigger Imprint

At this time, Fang Mo was dormant in the dark, looking for an opportunity to snatch the corpse and minimize the loss.

Looking at the area covered by the dark light curtain, Fang Mo's plan is to break through the formation, release the corpses, create chaos, and then he will take the opportunity to reap the benefits of the fisherman.

Immediately, Fang Mo went straight to where the nine formation flags were...

What Fang Mo didn't know was that at this time, the corpse insects and poisonous beasts within a hundred miles seemed to be mad, and gathered towards them.

"Not good! Someone is destroying the formation!"

The dark man's face changed, and he sensed that the formation was weakening.

In the next second, a gray-white longbow appeared in the hands of the dark man.

The swarthy man took out a bone arrow, spewed a mouthful of blood towards the bone arrow, then strung the string and drew the bow, and shot the arrow.

And the bone arrow turned into a stream of white light, instantly disappearing into the thick blood mist.

Fang Mo, who had already destroyed two formation flags, suddenly felt a strong danger behind him.

Before he had time to think about it, Fang Mo disappeared in a flash of blood.

A stream of light flashed across the spot, flying towards Fang Mo like tarsal maggots.

Fang Mo's face was a little ugly, he noticed that the stream of light was getting closer and closer, and there was a strong energy in that stream of light.

Since you can't avoid it, then resist it.

Fang Mo showed a trace of ruthlessness, and a wall of blood condensed with blood mist appeared in front of him, and the black whip was also tightly held in his hand.

The blood wall didn't work, it was instantly pierced by the white streamer, and the streamer passing through the wall shot at Fang Mo at an unabated speed.

Seeing this, Fang Mo's face turned livid...

"boom!"

A huge explosion resounded throughout the mountain of corpses.

At this time, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect who were searching for corpses all over the corpse mountain were all looking in the direction of the depths of the corpse mountain with shock on their faces.

"What's going on? What happened in the corpse mountain?"

"How do I know, those corpse insects and poisonous beasts inside just now were stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and they all ran madly towards the depths of the corpse mountain. There is no way, I can only temporarily retreat from the inside."

"Then there was a loud bang..."

"Couldn't it be some ten-thousand-year-old corpse that came out of customs?"

"I guess it might be two third-tier poisonous beasts fighting for territory."

On the outskirts of the mountain of corpses, a group of disciples gathered together, discussing a lot.

...

At this time, in the depths of the corpse mountain, with the explosion site as the center, the surrounding miles were razed to the ground.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Fang Mo slowly got up with a gloomy expression.

At the last moment, he had no choice but to trigger the imprint on the black whip. Fortunately, that imprint released a protective barrier, and he was not affected by the explosion.

Throwing away the broken black whip in his hand, Fang Mo turned his head to look in the direction of the corpse.

The confinement formation has been broken, and the corpse in white lay motionless on the ground.

Then Fang Mo walked towards the dark man step by step.

At this time, the swarthy man was covered in blood and was dying. The indiscriminate attack of the Daoist Realm just now put his life on the line.

"If you insist on forcing me to use life-saving means, you two really deserve to die."

Fang Mo looked at the dark man on the ground coldly.

The swarthy man looked at the handsome and cold man in front of him, and said in a weak voice, "You... who are you, you... dare to sneak attack us..."

"Say, who gave you the courage to come and grab my things."

Fang Mo asked coldly.

"No... no matter who you are... this strange... strange corpse belongs to the peak master, offending you... you are not far from death..."

"Peak master? Which peak's peak master?"

Fang Mo asked.

The dark man didn't answer Fang Mo's question, and laughed at himself:

"Oh, I didn't expect to be planted in the hands of a small fourth-level Yuanling Realm..."

Seeing this, Fang Mo reached out and pressed his head. In the next second, the blood in the dark man's body was directly sucked into Fang Mo's body.

"you!"

The dark man opened his eyes wide, and soon became a shriveled corpse.

Fang Mo gave a pleasant hum, feeling the soaring cultivation in his body, he said to himself: "As expected of a monk at the sixth level of Yuanling Realm, I am about to break through again."

After finishing speaking, Fang Mo took off the storage ring on the dark man's finger.

The body of another man named Zhu Sha was scattered in the explosion just now.

Just when Fang Mo got up to deal with the corpse, he caught a glimpse of a red figure out of the corner of his eye.

Fang Mo's heart moved, and he walked over.

Lying on the ground was the dead body of the dark man, a terrifying bride in a red wedding dress.

Because the host died, the natal corpse fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at the terrifying bride exuding a tyrannical corpse aura, Fang Mo's eyes shone brightly. This is a refining corpse of the sixth level of Yuanling Realm.

He took out a corpse talisman, stuck it on the bride in red, and threw her directly into the body bag.

Finally, he walked to the corpse.

Judging from the corpse's figure and long black hair, it was a female corpse.

Fang Mo carefully took out two corpse-restraining charms and pasted them on the corpse.

Then he gently brushed aside the corpse's messy long hair, revealing a beautiful and delicate face.

Fang Mo was startled, it was the first time he had seen such a delicate face.