"Sorry, if there is a next life, don't enter the devil again..."

Ye Zhen held the treasure umbrella and let out a long breath of turbid air, as if he wanted to relieve his worries in his heart, but his mind was still clear and he was looking for the next target calmly.

Ye Zhen did not notice. Just as he continued to move forward, several obscure gazes fell on him.

That was a master from the demonic path, even including the elder Jiedan who guarded the west formation eye.

"It's this person again. He killed the genius of my sect last time, right?"

"Yes, it's Ye Zhen from Jixiang Sect!"

"It is worthy of being the true teaching of the Immortal Sect, and it actually has ten-armor magic weapons to protect it."

"It seems that even if this elder takes action himself, he will not be able to break through in a short period of time. If the enemy seizes the opportunity, it will be unsatisfactory... Forget it, let's spare his life and see if there are other suitable targets."

There has never been absolutely fair in this world. It is also difficult to achieve success by life. The three realities of Jixiang are selected by the sects to obtain medium difficulty, but the potential rewards may not be less than difficulties.

Sanzhen is not the kind of philanthropist who only knows how to be a slut, but he cannot avoid the opportunity to make achievements.

Because they all know what they need.

Similarly, the Demonic Way also knows what they want.

Ye Zhen has the high-level magic weapon to protect the body given by the sect, and it is the kind of magic weapon that can be fully controlled, like the arm finger, and it is difficult to kill in a short time.

What's more, he is not the kind of scattered cultivator who has no elders in the sect, no relatives and friends, and will be eliminated by death, and the cause and effect will be eliminated.

If you beat the younger one, even the Jiedan master will feel a headache.

It may not be afraid, but it is a bit of a loss and it is too troublesome.

Therefore, these malicious eyes quickly fell on the monks who followed behind.

Those people either have low cultivation or shallow roots and are much easier to deal with.

"It seems that something is wrong. The defenders here are too weak!"

As Ye Zhen rushed forward, a trace of coldness suddenly flashed deep in his heart. His spiritual sense strode back and found that three more evil foundation-building cultivators were added.

Ye Zhen had already opened his nose in the Qi refining realm. He could smell the special rotten smell soaked in the potion on them from afar, and immediately reacted.

"This is a master of the corpse fairy Taoist body-forging genre!

Why didn't you smell it before? No, they hid in the downwind and used some special means to cover it up. Is this for me?"

His eyes changed slightly and he quickly judged the situation.

In my mind, three evil cultivators rushed up and took their fists and hit them.

They do not have magical instruments and treasures, nor do they need magical instruments and treasures.

Because their bodies are weapons.

Famous children or those who have legitimate feet generally do not practice this body-building method, because it means that they are likely to be targeted by some masters in the sect.

The Demonic Way does not talk about benevolence and morality. It is not uncommon to kill fellow disciples and turn them into zombies as part of their own strength.

Often, only ordinary people who lack qualifications and should become traitors and slaves will take the risk of breaking this path.

Such people are almost equivalent to dead soldiers when they are thrown on the battlefield, and they are all desperately doing tasks.

At this moment, they were given an instruction, which was to kill the true teachings of the Immortal Sect in front of them. If they succeed, they would be able to redeem themselves and gain freedom.

Ye Zhen's eyes changed slightly, and he did not talk nonsense to the other party, and he focused on dealing with it.

During these years, he has experienced many battle formations in the East China Sea, which can be regarded as a knowledge of the Demonic Dao and the Underworld Sect. He judged that the other party was a corpse puppet warrior of the Underworld Sect.

It originated from a cruel slave promotion system in the Corpse Immortal Sect. Anyone with a low origin who entered this path is the property of the sect, and the value is equivalent to the sum of various materials needed to practice this exercise.

They will owe a large amount of debts and continue to accumulate interest until they reach a certain upper limit, and be captured by seniors and refined into zombies, serving the sect in another form.

If you want to survive, you have to complete one sect task after another within the specified time and get corresponding rewards.

Normally, those tasks are absolutely not enough to pay off debts with capital and interest, and redeem themselves, but do not include such war tasks.

Facts have also proved that there are indeed a few lucky people who have overcome many difficulties and complete their counterattack in their lives.

Because the Corpse Immortal Sect needs to set an example and bring them to use at critical moments.

If you die in battle, you can still recover the corpse and use the waste.

With the dual motivation of defeat and death and the privilege of redeem, these evil cultivators showed amazing strength and successfully held Ye Zhen back.

Freedom is real. If they succeed, they will be able to counterattack from slaves to disciples and elders recognized by the sect. Unfortunately, they will die in battle. That will be just an early end to the cycle of constant oppression.

They are already fearless and have nothing to lose.

However, Ye Zhen is a disciple of the Immortal Sect after all. His deep roots and strong strength are far from comparable to these dead soldiers.

After he used the incense technique to deal with it for a while, he suddenly avoided the siege, drew his sword and slashed it.

Just as the sound of metal and iron fighting sounded, the high-level magic sword easily cut through the low-level magic armor worn by those people, and the zombie body that had been tempered for thousands of times was torn apart.

After a few moves, a dead soldier's head flew high.

"snort!"

Ye Zhen held an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, looking coldly at the enemy who continued to rush towards him, stabbing his heart again.

He had already tried to find out that it was the current cover of the other party.

He held a weapon of the Nine-A magic weapon level. The iron corpse that was extremely difficult for cultivators to deal with was like paper, so they quickly solved the opponent.

But at this moment, a few screams came from afar, and the troops following him were hit hard.

The people of the Corpse Immortal Sect besieged the Xiandeng army. Those people did not have any high-level magic weapons. They were already building foundations and were still using magic weapons at the Qi refining level.

Occasionally, one or two lucky people who hold a first-class high-quality magic weapon can be said to be rich.

Free cultivators are often poor. They have no roots and have to use up their foundation to fight just by building foundations. Without dozens or hundreds of years, it is difficult to accumulate wealth.

The Qi-refining cultivators following behind were even more miserable. They were attacked by several foundation-building masters, and the scene was almost one-sided slaughter.

Ye Zhen returned with a grim expression, but he could only give priority to protecting his fellow disciples.

Soon, this round of attack was interrupted, and the righteous side left behind several monk's corpses and retreated.

"Senior Brother Ye, it's really thanks to you just now!"

"If you hadn't helped, we would have been done!"

Several fellow disciples said in fear.

Ye Zhen responded dullly, turned to look into the formation, and saw that the enemy had dragged away the body that had been abandoned by the righteous side.

If nothing unexpected happens, the corpses will soon be thrown into the poison pool for refining, transformed into disgusting corpse puppets, and reappear on the battlefield.

This damn world, life is worthless!

...

"Friends, follow me!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Han Zhen was also leading the way and bravely fought against the enemy.

Unlike Ye Zhen who relies on the magic weapon, Cloud Curtain Umbrella, what he relies on is the secret Xiyi magic method passed down by the sect. His figure is floating, his figure is scattered like smoke, and he keeps wandering in the chaotic battlefield.

There are many flying swords, arrows, various fire talismans, and thunder and lightning spells that have been scattered and cannot cause any damage.

He used this to drive a flying sword with silver light, like a swimming fish attacking everywhere, quickly reaping the lives of enemy masters.

But similar to the magic path, just relying on a flying sword at the magic weapon level, it is impossible to kill the opponent's master in a short time.

He could only target ordinary monks who looked shallow, unable to protect their bodies outside, and had no magical powers to save their lives inside.

The Demonic Dao occupied the East China Sea and mobilized a large number of evil cultivators from the wild world to plunder and kill ordinary people for them, collect corpses and souls.

Such measures can quickly collect a large amount of resources and cultivate more experts.

Some people could not resist the temptation to enter the country quickly to join them, but unexpectedly, they even lost their lives in the end.

The zombie puppets and various ghosts they have spent more than ten years to sacrifice have also become cannon fodder on the battlefield.

Han Zhen was facing a group of Qi Refining Cultivators with obvious shallow cultivation, because the techniques he used were all taught by the Corpse Immortal Sect to control corpses, and he had no sympathy at all.

When he first stepped onto the battlefield, he still hesitated, but after learning that the other party had done all kinds of conscience to improve his cultivation, he no longer had such weak thoughts.

Puff!

Another muffled sound, and after the silver light shining through the hard hair in front of him, it suddenly disturbed its brain core. In an instant, it slashed at the evil cultivator who drove the zombie next to him. In his panic, his head flew high.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten corpses under his command lost control and ran away from the formation. They were killed by the righteous side and killed by the opportunity.

But just when Han Zhen wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, hundreds of flying needles hit like rain. The thin golden needle as thin as cow's hair flashed with a blue and bulging light, full of unsettling meaning.

Han Zhen used Xiyi's magic method to avoid it without thinking, but a large group of righteous monks behind him suffered disaster, screaming, either dead or injured, and their attacks were stagnant.

However, if someone notices some details in this chaotic situation, he will find that most of the injured or dead are casual cultivators who do not have enough means to save their lives.

Disciples from famous families and sects either wear treasure clothes and armor, or practice various secret techniques of magic.

No matter how bad it is, if you have a good family member around you who is well-versed in your care, you can help each other.

After this wave of needle rain, the vanguard troops suffered heavy casualties, but they were almost all scattered cultivators.
To be continued...