Seeing Wei Qi leaving, Song Xin quietly followed him.

Moreover, this guy is the one who knows his identity as a cultivator. No matter what his intention is for not telling Zhou Wenzhi, there is no guarantee that he will not tell it in the future. His identity as a cultivator is the basis for dealing with the Three Saints Sect, and it is the biggest weapon against them.

His trump card. Moreover, he has also practiced the evil corpse dismemberment technique. If he is allowed to master it, it will be a bigger trouble.

"We must get rid of him tonight!"

Although I don’t know if Liu Jing is nearby, this person must be eliminated as soon as possible!

He released Song Yu and said to him: "Song Yu, listen carefully, if you encounter a black beast, help me hold it down for a while."

"Don't worry, young master, with this puppet body, it won't be difficult to hold it back for a while!" Song Yu assured, patting her chest.

Wei Qi didn't notice anyone following him. He quietly came to the southwest corner of the city. He took a deep breath and stretched out his palm. His nails grew at a speed visible to the naked eye and stopped when they were half an inch long. Song

Xin noticed that he was obviously a little uncomfortable, as if he was enduring pain.

Wei raised his fingers and dug directly into the hard rammed earth city wall, climbed up like a gecko, used the shadow to avoid the patrolling soldiers, and jumped out of the city.

Song Xin followed closely and followed him to a mass grave in the west of the city. Here were all the dead people who had no owners buried. The homeless and beggars died, and if they gave money to the better ones, someone would repair the graves. No.

For money, just break a roll of mat and throw it away casually. Wild dogs and crows will eat them all in a few days.

At this time, the moon was full, emitting a faint light, and there was still a faint mist floating among the tombs. The large and small grave bags and broken mat jars in the mass graves were like a layer of dead people's white ash.

A smell of mildew and putridity permeated the tombs.

"The corpse spirit here is so strong!" Song Xin sniffed.

While he was talking, Wei Qi had already arrived at an open space between the mass graves. He closed his eyes and sat down quietly, as if he was adjusting his breathing. The phosphorus fire around him appeared from time to time, emitting a fluorescent green light.

"He is practicing." Song Yu said.

"Well, I can see it." Song Xin was curious about how this kind of corpse cultivator practiced. Wei Qi raised his arms and his eyes suddenly opened. At this time, his eyes were no longer as black as normal people.

, but it was all gray, like the eyes of a dead corpse. Then his hair gradually faded from black and turned gray, as if a bag of incense ash had been sprinkled on his pocket. And his skin was originally that of a young man with luster and elasticity.

Then it became like a mummy, gray with burnt yellow.

"Ah!" Wei Qi roared, and Song Xin felt the putrid smell coming out of the surrounding graveyards, gathering towards Wei Qi. Then, he inhaled all the putrid smell into his body and closed his eyes again.

.

"He is transforming the rotting energy of these dead people and integrating them into the corpse core in the Dantian." Song Yu said.

"It turns out that the practice of a corpse cultivator is similar to that of a cultivator. Where did his corpse core come from? Aren't corpse cores only found in corpse mandrills? Could it be that he refined the corpse mandrills in that small village?"

Song Xin then shook his head again, thinking that it shouldn't be the case. Judging from Wei Qi's cultivation level, he should have practiced this set of exercises not long ago.

"According to Wei Qi, Liu Jing probably won't help him find the corpse core, so the most likely candidate is the 'holy envoy' we heard about at the Three Saints Sect that day."

Song Yu said: "Well, I think so too."

As he spoke, Wei Qi seemed to have digested the rotten gas he had swallowed into his body, and his face, hair, and skin had returned to normal. However, there was a corpse patch the size of a fingernail near his temple. This corpse patch seemed to be alive.

It looks like a group of black ants, still squirming slowly.

Wei Qi stood up and looked around greedily, as if searching for something. After a moment, he saw a dead man wrapped in a torn mat. He ran over like a hungry ghost, tore off the dead man's arm, and started

Bite it.

This scene left Song Xin stunned.

"He...eats dead people?"

Wei Qi now looks like

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Like an unconscious zombie.

Song Yu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said: "The Corpse Extraction Technique we have obtained does not mean that every time the Corpse Cultivator practices for a week, he will feel hungry and unbearable. At this time, he must eat the carrion of the dead. The rotten air in the carrion

It can help them quickly replenish their consumption.”

"You can't keep this person." Song Xin nodded secretly, and instantly pinched a Heart Fire Seal in his fingers, flicking it lightly.

The moment he used his spiritual power, the invisibility charm expired and Song Xin's figure emerged.

Wei Qi immediately noticed the change. When he looked up, he saw a ball of orange flames running toward his door like a ghost.

He yelled something bad and jumped up like a frightened cat. He used his consciousness to see his opponent clearly, but was immediately dumbfounded. Because within his consciousness, there was no human figure at all.

When Song Xin displayed the Heart Fire Seal, he had already used the Hidden Divine Transformation and the Nine Ghost Hidden Qi to cover himself and Song Yu. Wei Qi could only see a vague figure in the distance with his naked eyes.

But he couldn't be detected no matter what.

No matter how stupid he is, he can still realize that his opponent's cultivation level is much higher than his. It must be that his own cultivation was discovered by the cultivators who came to kill him.

Seeing the orange flames chasing him like a ghost, Wei gritted his teeth and landed on the ground like a civet cat, dodging left and right among the graves. But how could his whereabouts escape Song Xin's detection skills.

When the Heart Fire Seal was about to hit him, Wei Qi grabbed a dead corpse at hand and suddenly blocked it in front of him. With a pop, the Heart Fire Seal got into the corpse, instantly igniting the corpse.

Wei Qi was startled and felt that the flame was a bit unusual. As he got closer, he could feel a strong desire in his heart. This desire soon became like boiling water, boiling.

Wei Qi quickly threw the body away and retreated, feeling a little more comfortable now.

"Who is it? Why did you launch a sneak attack?"

Wei Qi shouted loudly, but the two blurry figures ignored him at all.

Suddenly, scattered rays of light appeared around the figure. Just as Wei Qi exclaimed, those rays of light came in front of him in an instant. Only then did he see clearly that these were tiny pieces of orange flames.

The arrow is only about three inches long.

At the moment of despair, a sudden change occurred.

A black cloak flew up in the air and rolled up the fire arrows. Then the cloak tightened, and Song Xin felt that the fire arrows were out of control.

Wei Qi was overjoyed, "Holy Envoy! Are you the Holy Envoy?"

Before he finished speaking, the ground in front of Wei stood up and slowly rose, a head broke out of the earth, and then, a huge body rose from the earth.

Song Xin took a look and saw that this was the black dog. Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, Song Xin couldn't help but be stunned, "Tuoshan..."

"Sir, be careful, I'll help you block this smelly dried meat!" Song Yu said, clenching her fists.

As he spoke, he rushed towards Hei Jian. Only then did Wei Qi clearly see the face of the person opposite him. This man had a delicate face and was wielding a square-shaped halberd, but he didn't know who he was.

"Who are you! Why do you want to attack me!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Yu shouted coldly, already rushing in front of Hei Jian, raising his halberd and stabbing him.

"Bang!" The halberd collided with Hei Jian's face, making a muffled sound.

Song Yu frowned, but the halberd could not penetrate. At this time, Hei Jian's throat made a sound like a low roar of a wild beast. With a backhand shot, he bent the halberd, and then a huge figure suddenly rushed in front of Song Yu, a

The slap hit him on the head.

The blow was so heavy that it almost broke Song Yu's neck. Unable to withstand the huge force, his figure flew out with a whoosh, knocking over a series of broken pottery pots, and finally fell to a grave before stopping.

.Most of the flesh on the entire face was scratched off.

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Can't stop it.

"Song Yu, you are no match for him! I'll do it!" Although Song Xin was nervous, he wanted to have a chance with this kind of opponent to see what his fighting power was like.

At this time, Wei Qi panicked and shouted: "Sir! Hurry... kill him quickly, he is a practitioner!"

The black jade that Tuoshan transformed into ignored him at all, and just stood between Song Xin and Wei Qi like an iron tower.

"Lord Holy Envoy?" Wei Qi wondered why this guy didn't move.

"Do you want to order me to do something?" At this time, Hei Jian actually spoke.

This sound not only made Wei Qi tremble, but also Song Xin and Song Yu were shocked and confused. "Does he still have intelligence? This is too incredible."

The corpse mandrills recorded in "The Record of Ten Thousand Lives", even if they have evolved into black beasts, are just monsters that attack based on instinct, and I have never seen one that can speak. But then I thought about it, maybe it was the holy envoy controlling it somewhere.

There is a black cat. And this mass grave, which is extremely rotten, should be the place where this black cat was temporarily conceived and raised.

When Wei Qi heard Hei Jian talking, he didn't dare to speak anymore. He just hid behind a dilapidated tombstone, not even daring to breathe.

At this time, Heijuan said mechanically: "Practitioners, please don't meddle in other people's business. If you retreat, I will spare your life."

It didn't know Song Xin's true identity, and it saw Song Yu getting up from the ground. Although her skin and flesh were damaged, not a drop of blood was shed.

Song Xin stared at Hei Jian, lowered his voice and said, "Okay, I'll retreat right now."

Hei Jian stared here without saying a word. The dark red light in his eyes was always locked on himself.

Song Xin slowly retreated, and when his figure was about to disappear into the darkness, his sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook, and a long transparent thorn condensed from his consciousness appeared in front of his forehead. Song Xin jumped back, and the long thorn flew out

, there was an instantaneous blast that broke through the air.

Wei Qi was about to be happy when he saw the other party leaving, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head, and then he screamed, like a fish thrown on a hot iron plate, struggling, bouncing, and clutching

His head rolled on the ground.

"Divine Thorn Technique!"
To be continued...