Chapter 11 The King Hidden in the Corpse Yin Sect

Lan Xuejing went straight to the Corpse Yin Sect, but even if he went quickly, it would still take some time.

On the other hand, after the teleportation array opened and closed, just half an hour later, Bai Heng led a group of corpse-yin sect strongmen back to the sky above the sect.

All dharmas are revealed, and the heavenly phenomena are billowing.

This is deep in the mountains, and there are ancient restrictions everywhere.

The mountain gate of the Corpse Yin Sect is very large, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles. There are tens of thousands of disciples in the gate, and caves are built in all directions.

There are also countless coffins lying on the mountain road or hanging on the treetops.

This is the foundation of their Corpse Yin Sect and the reason why it is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, in the sky above Nuoda Square, Bai Heng and others appeared, and the black coffin slowly landed on the ground.

On it, there is still the residual function of a requiem monument.

Chen Luoli had fallen into a deep sleep under the influence of Suimian Powder.

"Congratulations to the sect master for his triumphant return!"

There were a large number of Shiyin Sect disciples sitting densely in the square. They activated the teleportation array and exhausted all their true energy.

At this moment, there was a chorus of voices, and there was a huge sound wave.

"Place this girl properly and remember not to make any mistakes."

Bai Heng vomited softly, and soon someone came and took Chen Luoli away.

He looked at his rich results and nodded with great satisfaction.

Chen Luoli is the key factor. This has been found out as early as a month ago.

If you want to control the person in the coffin, you must find a way to control Chen Luoli first.

"With the quasi-king-level demon coffin slave, the strength of the Corpse Yin Sect will rise to another level in the future." Bai Heng was quite excited.

According to what the ancestor said, if this demon is successfully refined, it will be used by him!

With anticipation in mind, he adjusted his sleeves, walked through the main hall of the Corpse Yin Sect, and headed towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The dim passage is very narrow, and a huge abyss appears in front of it.

There were gusts of black wind, whining and howling, and the cold air spread continuously, covering every corner.

He stopped, raised his hands and said respectfully: "Ancestor, the demon has been brought back, when will we start refining it?"

Ahead, there is a huge altar in the center of the abyss.

Chains were hung horizontally to hold up the altar, and sitting cross-legged on it was an old man with a hooked back, who was Huang Yin, the ancestor of Corpse Yin.

His hair was thin and his face was withered, showing his age.

When I slowly opened my eyes, they were full of turbidity and lacked any luster.

"When the moon wanes in three days, bring the coffin."

When the hoarse words came out, Bai Heng did not continue to ask any more questions and respectfully withdrew.

Under the abyss, silence soon fell again.

Huang Yin swept away his previous posture and suddenly stood up tremblingly, kneeling towards the altar.

"Sir, it is said that the demon that appeared in Tianshui City has some unfathomable strength. Even the Demon Suppressor can only be classified as a quasi-king level for the time being."

"You haven't recovered from your injuries yet. Do you need me to tame his daughter first?"

If Lan Xuejing were here and saw the majestic ancestor of Corpse Yin, an old monster at the pinnacle of the Nine Realms speaking so lowly and condescendingly, he would definitely be shocked.

The Corpse Yin Sect was established two hundred years ago, and its rise has been terrifying.

By the time the Demon Suppressing Division reacted, there were already 100,000 corpse slaves in the Corpse Yin Sect, and the growth rate was frighteningly fast.

No one knows the reason, let alone knows that there is a big secret behind Huang Yin.

At this moment, the words fell, and the altar slowly flickered with a weak white light.

In a position invisible to Huang Yin, there was a pale figure lying quietly.

The whole body is covered with death energy, the evil spirit is abnormal, and there is a very terrifying pressure fluctuation. If it were not for the existence of the altar, it would have been exposed.

In addition, on the left side of the chest, someone had dug out the heart and completely penetrated it.

"Need not."

Hearing this sentence, Huang Yin hesitated for a moment, and then asked again:

"Sir, after absorbing the spiritual energy of this demon, you should be able to use some magical powers and teach the little gods the way, right?"

In this vast world, where gods are hard to distinguish, demons roam everywhere, the realm of cultivation is certainly not limited to the ninth realm.

It is said that those who are above the ninth level of martial arts are in the very advanced realm of heaven and human beings. They have a long lifespan and can live for more than a thousand years.

His yellow yin has stopped at the ninth realm. He suffers from the lack of cultivation methods and cannot touch the mysteries of the heaven and human realm. His life span is not long.

The one on the altar has lived for thousands of years, and it is his lifelong destiny.

"Alright."

After hearing this, Huang Yin raised his head excitedly, kowtowed hurriedly, and then continued to cross his legs and support the altar with his body.

In the altar, the pale white figure slowly opened its eyes, and it suddenly took on the shape of magatama. When it looked at its pierced chest, its eyes were vicious.

Two thousand years ago, during the chaotic period of the Dayan Dynasty, the Demon Suppressing Division had not yet been established.

There are countless demons living in this vast and boundless territory.

He, the Gutuo Corpse King, was extremely famous at that time, relying on his destiny and magical abilities.

Summoning the dead, summoning ancient corpses, refining demons, and forming an extremely powerful force, it can be said to be a glorious generation.

He asked himself, in that era, he was the absolute master of nightmares.

But unfortunately, he encountered the Fire Ghost King!

This terrifying guy's strength is extremely abnormal.

With one palm, his bones were shattered, his flesh and blood burned, and 80,000 top corpse slaves were buried in the boundless fire field.

His transformation into what he is now is entirely thanks to the Fire Ghost King.

He narrowly escaped death, but his heart was ruthlessly ripped out by the Fire Ghost King. As a result, he had been hiding in a corner for so many years, not daring to show up at all.

In a blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed. After the Demon Suppression Division was established, order was restored to the land of Dayan.

He also heard a little bit about the outside world. Recently, a new king appeared, named Ye.

It's just that for the time being, I'm completely blank about the origin of this Night King, and I don't know how powerful he is.

Now that so many years have passed, his strength has recovered to 90%. As long as he swallows the quasi-king level in Shuicheng that day, he can return to the top.

After humming slightly, he stopped thinking.

Soon, as time passed, three days passed by in the blink of an eye.

That night, with the waning moon in the sky and the black wind blowing across the cliff, Chen Luoli woke up in a trance in the center of the square.

She struggled and found that she was tied to a wooden post.

There were bright bonfires all around, and a large number of ancient runes were carved on the ground, making it look gloomy.

Tens of thousands of figures stood around the square with solemn expressions, creating a strong sense of oppression under the darkness.

"Cold...so cold."

Chen Luoli shuddered, the black wind biting her bones, causing her face to hurt.

Bai Heng, the leader of the Corpse Yin Sect, stood in front of him. He said quietly: "Unfortunately, I just received a notice that you are no longer useful."

Although I don't know what the ancestor is thinking, since Chen Luoli is not needed, let's just sacrifice it.

Taking advantage of the waning moon to be red, the evil spirits in the world are at their peak and can attract more demon spirits.

"Where's my dad?"

Chen Luoli's lips turned white and she felt weak.

"It's already this time, and you're still thinking about your demon father?" Bai Heng shook his head gently.

A demon is just an object of slavery for the Corpse Yin Sect.

"Dad, where are you? I'm so cold..."

She was trembling all over, and the indifferent gazes of thousands of pairs of eyes made her extremely uncomfortable.

On the top of the main hall, Patriarch Huang Yin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the waning moon.

At this time, Gutuo Corpse King should be preparing to open the coffin.

Soon, they will all witness the power of a king!

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