The Ancient Zombie Emperor

Just as the great battle between Xiao Mu and the Jiang Clan's Third Clan Elder was happening in Star River Sect, the Flowing Moon Sect was in ruins.

A baleful aura pervaded the air, and vicious beasts ran rampant. Corpses littered the ground, as if they were the Forbidden Ridge of hell in this world. A profound light appeared on the body of a middle-aged man as he walked forward. This man wore a tattered daoist robe, and there was a rotten scar on the left side of his face. He looked sinister and terrifying, as though he was a demon from hell.

Gua Gua …

The old raven flew over, releasing an unpleasant sound, the killing intent of the Forbidden Ridge grew even stronger. The middle-aged man walked forward with difficulty. As his body was being corroded by the baleful aura, the profound light on his body started to flicker, but he continued to persevere.

"Xiao Mu, you have returned to the Northern Frontier Divine Province. I'll start with these Flowing Moon Sect survivors. " The middle-aged man said gloomily as he revealed his bloody teeth.

After he finished speaking, he passed through the area shrouded in baleful qi and arrived on a bloody patch of land. Blood trees grew on the ground and shriveled corpses hung from the branches. Such a strange scene was incomparably terrifying.

When the middle-aged man saw this scene, he was fiercely shocked, and he felt a cold wind gusting around him that chilled him to the bone. The shriveled corpses swayed in the wind as if they were alive. The middle-aged man even felt as if a dried corpse had opened its eyes.

"Who the hell are you? Don't be rash!" The middle-aged man yelled out in fear.

However, there was still only the cold wind that howled in his ears, causing his ears to hurt from the pain.

All of a sudden, an empty and sinister laugh sounded out, and the chilly wind became even colder: "Poor man, I feel that you have a heart of hatred, a blood feud that you cannot take revenge on, a torture that drives you crazy."

"Who?" The middle-aged man trembled in fear as he looked around in fear.

This hollow voice was like a ghost trying to lure people into darkness, "This Forbidden Ridge is the sleeping area of a taboo character in the past, it is filled with danger and cannot be penetrated by just you alone. You need me."

"Get out of my way, I don't need you."

"Tsk tsk, this is not up to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dried up corpse on top of a tree branch opened its eyes. Its eyes were filled with a dark and sinister smile, incomparably terrifying. The cold wind howled, making the man's scalp tingle. The man felt as if his brain had been stabbed in the head. He was in excruciating pain, causing him to spasm on the ground.

A ray of light shot out from the corpse's eyes into the middle-aged man's eyes. The middle-aged man no longer spasmed as if he was a different person. He had an evil smile on his face.

A sinister and terrifying aura spread out from his body, engulfing everything within a three hundred meter radius, causing winds and clouds to surge. The infernal energy above the Forbidden Ridge was dispersed, as if an unparalleled devil king was traveling, causing all the ferocious beasts to prostrate on the ground, trembling.

"Tsk tsk, I will fulfill your wish. This body is mine now, so you can rest easy. " The middle-aged man said.

As he finished speaking, the remnant will that had been left behind in the man's body slowly dissipated. At this moment, the dried corpse and the middle-aged man's physical body had completely fused together. The aura on his body became even more powerful as a thick stream of blood gushed out from his head and into the sky.

He continued onward and arrived at the ancient temple that was engraved with the prehistoric characters.

BOOM!

In that instant, the stone tablets and deity statues seemed to have revived as they emitted endless rays of light. Symbols appeared one after another, emitting a terrifying killing intent as they blasted towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's body trembled, and a bloody hole appeared in his abdomen as blood poured out. He let out an evil laugh, and a bloody light appeared. His wound was quickly healing.

"This body is too weak. Otherwise, if it was my real body, how could I have been injured by you?" The middle-aged man said coldly with a trace of anger in his voice.

In the next second, a blood-red glow rose from the surface of his body, as if a raging inferno was burning. This entire world was filled with a scorching might. The stone tablet and the idol shook. The runes were like stars, becoming increasingly bright and resplendent as they clashed with the bloody light.

A loud explosion rang out, and the entire place was covered with power of annihilation s, causing space to crack and the stone temple to shatter into pieces. The middle-aged man's body was also wounded, turning into a bloody person.

After traversing the great desert, the sound of flowing water could be heard. The green mist covered the entire area, and ancient trees covered the sky. The scene was full of vitality, and it was vastly different from the scene in front of them. As an existence at his level, the "middle-aged man" was naturally aware of the fact that things were bound to be reversed, so he was not too surprised.

However, what shocked him the most was that there was a dense mist that was emitting from the forest and permeating the entire forest. It was as if it was a paradise. In that dense fog, there was a trace of a chaotic gas!

He had some misgivings as he circled around the forest.

Forbidden Ridge, Martial King Earth Palace.

Ever since Xiao Mu left the Northern Frontier Divine Province, Du Qian, Dai Nanhuai, and the others followed Xiao Mu's warning and went into hibernation here. From time to time, they would go outside to get some fresh air and understand the situation in the outside world.

With the cultivation resources left behind by Xiao Mu, Du Qian was the first one to break through to Martial Master Level 4. This kind of cultivation level could be considered young expert in the Nantu Divine Land, but Dai Nanhuai had also built on his own foundation and improved by leaps and bounds, becoming Level Seven Martial Master.

When Xiao Tianyou was eleven years old, he had become a Level 1 Martial Master.

Yanran, the situation had turned for the better. The chances of the Flowing Moon Sect reviving was getting higher.

Just that, three days ago, when Xiao Tianyou and Dai Nanhuai went out and returned to the underground palace, two yellow robed men suddenly came out from the shadows, both of them with Level Six Martial Master cultivation. Although Dai Nanhuai was a martial cultivation of the seventh step, he was blind and had just broken through again.

Dai Nanhuai protected Xiao Tianyou as he fled back to the underground palace with heavy injuries.

"Wuu, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have eaten the candy." Xiao Tianyou squatted beside the heavily injured and unconscious Dai Nanhuai, blaming himself endlessly. Two lines of clear tears hung on his young and tender face.

"Sigh, the Junior Xiao has appeared. I just hope that he comes back quickly." Du Qian caressed Xiao Tianyou's little head, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

BOOM!

At this moment, the entire underground palace shook violently, and a terrifying aura swept over, activating the Martial King aura on Wu Cangqiong's sarcophagus. For a moment, a wave of energy that caused people to tremble uncontrollably spread out, causing Du Qian to reveal an expression of astonishment.

Outside the underground palace, the middle-aged man stopped his steps, looked at the underground palace, and said with a frown: "A Martial King's tomb, I never thought that even such a person would fall in the Forbidden Ridge."

Not long after that, the middle-aged man's eyes released a greedy light: "Hehe, this underground palace must have a corpse with Martial King. Once I've devoured the corpse's aura, I'll definitely restore myself in the shortest time possible!"