Sword Emperor of the Astonishing Sky

The Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect was completely charred, like a charred corpse that had just crawled out of the sea of ​​fire. The aroma of burnt meat was exuding from all over his body.

The warriors from the Southern Territory and the Warriors from the Northern Territory were arguing at the bottom of the sycamore tree, but neither of them made a move.

Yun Qianji and the Northern Territory warriors stood not far from Lin Bai and the others. Like Lin Bai, they silently followed every move here.

The scene here made Lin Bai feel even more strange.

This weird feeling was getting stronger and stronger, making Lin Bai feel cold all over even if he was in the sea of ​​magma and fire.

"Brother Lin, the proposal from the warriors from the Northern Territory is good." Yi Song obviously heard the conversation between Lin Bai and Yun Qianji just now. At this moment, he expressed his opinion, "If we can join forces with the warriors from the Western Territory, we can wait until the corpse is refined. Wouldn’t it be better for the Holy Son Zong to reap the benefits after crushing the fireball?”

Lin Bai did not answer Yi Song for the time being, but thought hard about the "weirdness" of this place.

"Brother Lin?" Seeing that Lin Bai didn't reply, Yi Song shouted again.

Huang Qingyun also noticed something strange about Lin Bai. She followed Lin Bai's gaze and looked ahead, and first saw the Southern and Northern warriors arguing under the sycamore tree.

Then he saw the holy son of the Corpse Refining Sect climbing the sycamore tree on the mountain, and then looked at Yun Qianji and the Western Region warrior standing not far away.

Her brows also slowly wrinkled.

"Miss Huang, did I say something wrong?" Yi Song asked Huang Qingyun curiously without waiting for Lin Bai's reply, "Why didn't Brother Lin reply to me?"

"Brother Yi, you, like them, are blinded by heavy treasures." Huang Qingyun whispered: "Don't you realize that this place is full of weirdness?"

"Weird?" Yi Song frowned in confusion.

"You'd better take a closer look." Huang Qingyun took a deep breath and said, "I'm afraid Brother Lin has already discovered it!!"

Yi Song was confused, and took another careful look, but didn't find anything unusual here.

But both Lin Bai and Huang Qingyun noticed the abnormality, but he didn't. He was too embarrassed to ask any more questions, so he observed it carefully.

During the period of traveling together with Lin Bai in the hunting world, Yi Song gained a new understanding of Lin Bai.

In Yi Song's eyes before, Lin Bai was a talented warrior with strong swordsmanship, extraordinary talent, and one of the best among men.

After meeting Lin Bai in the hunting world, they came to this volcano together. Along the way, although Lin Bai did not know the secrets of the demon world and the rumors of ancient times, his observation skills made Yi Song speechless.

It was Lin Bai who could tell that among the warriors of the Southern Region, the strongest warrior was not the holy son of the Netherworld Holy Cult, but the woman in black gauze.

It was also Lin Bai who realized that the strongest warrior among the warriors in the Western Region was the noble prince holding the folding fan, and his status was above Yun Qianji.

And when they came to the cave in front of the Fire Phoenix's lair, Lin Bai was not in a hurry to take action, but paid attention to every move of the others.

This keen insight is amazing.

Boom!

The Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect punched the fireball again. The fireball trembled and erupted into a high-temperature storm that destroyed the world and struck in all directions.

The Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect was thrown out again, and his body fell to the ground in a state of disgrace. He once again climbed up regardless of his injuries, along the trunk of the tree, and climbed up again.

The fire storm swept over, whizzing past Lin Bai and the others, and rushed into the magma.

"Brother Lin, when do you have to think about it?" Yun Qianji noticed that the fireball began to tremble, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Don't worry, isn't the fireball broken yet?" Lin Bai replied coldly and asked, "You seem to be in a hurry?"

"Am I anxious?" The smile on Yun Qianji's face became unnatural, and she laughed and said, "With the treasure in front of me, how can I not be anxious?"

After Lin Bai took a deep look at Yun Qianji, he felt keenly that Yun Qianji seemed to be hiding something?

But at this moment, he did not delve too deeply into it, but spoke to Yi Song and Huang Qingyun in a voice that only the three of them could hear.

"That's not the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect!" Lin Bai said coldly, "To be precise... that shouldn't be the true form of the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect!"

"I don't know what kind of method this is... and I don't know how to describe it..." Lin Bai frowned and said, "It's like a puppet clone."

"The specialty of the Corpse Refining Sect is the art of corpse refining." Huang Qingyun whispered: "The person attacking the fireball now is indeed not the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect, but a corpse he refined."

Yi Song looked at him in shock and asked, "No way? But how come this corpse looks exactly the same as the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect, even the cultivation strength is exactly the same?"

Huang Qingyun glanced at Yi Song thoughtfully and asked, "Brother Yi, have you seen the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect?"

Yi Song said with a smile: "Although I am not familiar with the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect, after he came to the Imperial Capital, we met several times by chance."

Huang Qingyun raised the second question, "Then how can you be sure... that the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect you saw must be the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect himself?"

"This..." The smile on Yi Song's face froze, and he suddenly had a terrible thought in his heart, "You mean... the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect has been using corpse puppets to meet guests since he came to the imperial capital?"

"And he has never shown his face?"

Huang Qingyun said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that not only when he was in Chu Kingdom in the Eastern Region, but also within the Corpse Refining Sect, the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect probably never showed up!"

"So much so that everyone thinks...the perfect corpse puppet he made in front of them is him!"

"I'm afraid, except for his elders and some former members of the Corpse Refining Sect, no one can see these methods of his."

Huang Qingyun's words coincided with Lin Bai's.

Lin Bai had just been thinking about why the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect was so desperate to attack the fireball, knowing that after the fireball shattered, he might be swallowed up by the flames and die.

Combined with the strange things Lin Bai found on him before, he deduced that... the holy son of the Corpse Refining Sect was most likely a puppet.

And the real Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect may be hiding among the people here!

"If he is not the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect, then where is the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect?" Yi Song asked curiously: "Could it be said that the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect has practiced the art of corpse refining to such an unfathomable level? Have you reached the realm?"

"Can you control a corpse puppet across thousands of mountains and rivers?"

Huang Qingyun shook his head and said: "Although I don't understand the method of corpse refining of the Corpse Refining Sect, I also know that no one in the world can control the corpse puppet across thousands of mountains and rivers."

"Since this corpse puppet is still here, it proves that the saint son of the Corpse Refining Sect is also here!"

"I just don't know where he is hiding!"

Huang Qingyun looked at Lin Bai and whispered: "Brother Lin was looking for the location of the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect just now, right?"

"did you find it?"

Lin Bai's face was solemn and his eyes were cold.