"Little girl, you know so much about my Nine Resentful Corpse Evil. It seems that you are also a fellow fellow. Look at your good qualifications, why don't you go back to Xuanyin Cave with me?" Listening to Fei Qingliu's explanation, the Xuanyin Cave cultivator suddenly teased Fei Qingliu with a strange voice.

When Fei Qingliu heard this, he naturally looked angry, and a red bead was sprayed out.

"Fire Dragon Ball!" The monk of Xuanyin Cave immediately recognized him after seeing him, and frowned slightly. He was obviously a little afraid of this treasure. After he pinched the magic trick, the nine resentful corpse evil spirits quickly began to condense and shrink, from twenty or thirty feet to only seven or eight feet in size. However, after condensation, the corpse evil spirit that was already like the head became clearer, and even could vaguely distinguish the facial features.

At this time, a clear air spurted out from Fei Qingliu's mouth. The clear air wrapped around the Fire Dragon Ball. The Fire Dragon Ball suddenly shone and then rose into the sky.

The flying fire dragon ball suddenly emitted a dragon roar and instantly turned into a fire dragon more than ten feet long.

The fire dragon transformed by this fire dragon ball looks a bit similar to the fire dragon condensed by Feng Yun's spell, but the power it contains is incomparable.

At the same time, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in the eyes of the Xuanyin Cave monk. She suddenly took out a cloth bag and threw it at the nine resentful corpse evil spirits. The cloth bag exploded directly, and then hundreds of ghosts flew around, but then they were opened by the nine resentful corpse evil spirits and all were sucked into their mouths.

After sucking in so many ghosts, the nine resentful corpse evil spirits suddenly emitted a green and strange light throughout the body. The originally blurred facial features suddenly became clear. Facing the fire dragon that was rushing towards him, the nine resentful corpse evil spirits suddenly opened their eyes that did not exist at all, and two green lights shot directly at the fire dragon.

Just when they fought, Lin Haoming and Feng Yun naturally would not be idle either.

Lin Haoming sent a message to Qin Zhi, asking him to protect Fei Qingliu, and Feng Yun immediately took action against the Xuanyin Cave cultivator.

Feng Yun sacrificed a curved blade, and under the urge of his magic trick, it instantly turned into hundreds and thousands. Countless blade lights slashed directly at the Xuanyin Cave cultivator.

Lin Haoming also took action at the same time, but he saw that he shook his wrists lightly, and then several gray lights appeared directly around the Xuanyin Cave cultivator.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

A series of sounds exploded directly around the Xuanyin Cave monks. What surprised Lin Haoming and Feng Yun was that the Xuanyin Cave monks had no means of resisting protection and allowed the two to attack to fall on him.

"No!" Lin Haoming was a little surprised when he saw this scene, because when the two attacks subsided, the magic body of the Xuanyin Cave cultivator had already turned into ashes. But at this moment, the green light emitted by the nine resentful corpse evil suddenly collided with the fire dragon, and the two sides fought for a while.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, was that illusion just now?" Feng Yun asked in confusion after letting his bent blade hang in front of him again.

"No, but I suspect it may be just a corpse-refining clone, or it may not even be considered a clone, otherwise it would be impossible for me to escape my colorful divine light's judgment on the illusion!" Lin Haoming said very surely.

"You are right. What you have destroyed is indeed just my corpse-refining clone. I am not afraid to tell you the truth. I have countless clones and you can't kill me at all!" As Lin Haoming finished speaking, the voice of the Xuanyin Cave cultivator sounded again, and they appeared one after another.

Several people glanced around and found that there were seven or eight figures nearby. What was even more surprising was that these seven or eight figures looked very similar.

"Tongxin Blood Corpse!" Lin Haoming shouted out subconsciously.

"Well, do you actually recognize the same blood corpse?" The monk from Xuanyin Cave was also surprised when he heard Lin Haoming scream.

Seeing that the other party admitted it, Lin Haoming subconsciously remembered his trip to the Immortal World when he was in the lower realm.

"Fellow Daoming, what is this Tongxin Blood Corpse? You are so surprised!" Feng Yun couldn't help but worry when he saw Lin Haoming's surprise.

"If you want to refine the blood corpse in the heart, you must have three conditions. First, the blood corpse and the refiner must be blood relatives, and they must also be very close blood relatives. Only with the relationship between parents, brothers, sisters, and children, can you be sacrificed and refined into a blood corpse by the refiner; secondly, to be refined into a blood corpse, you must be a Nascent Soul cultivator; thirdly, you must use some secret method to imprison the Nascent Soul cultivator as a blood corpse in the body, and then it takes up a period of time to refine it into a corpse infant, and then assimilate the corpse infant with the original body. When the Nascent Soul was refined into a corpse infant, there was no chance of reincarnation. It was extremely vicious, but this person had even refined the nine resentful corpse evil spirits, and it was normal to refine some blood corpse in the heart. But I just couldn't figure out how could this person have so many blood relatives, and could also refine the blood corpse in the heart into his own clone?" Lin Haoming added a little strangely.

"You really have a thorough understanding of Tongxin Blood Corpse. As for why there are so many Tongxin Blood Corpse, it's not simple. I'll give birth to more children soon!" The monk from Xuanyin Cave laughed.

"As a monk, everyone knows how difficult it is to have descendants. How can you say that you can be born?" Feng Yun asked in confusion.

"This is my secret, why do I tell you!" the monk from Xuanyin Cave sneered.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, and I'm not interested in listening. Of course, if I ask me to guess, your master probably set up the tools early in the morning and specially found a disciple who has a lot of blood relatives. After you take you as a disciple, you may be allowed to sing and sing every night before you advance to the Golden Pill. This is normal for hundreds of descendants in decades!" Lin Haoming said coldly.

Perhaps Lin Haoming exposed it, the Xuanyin Cave monk's face became a little bad. With a cold snorting, the seven or eight blood corpses of the same heart rushed towards Lin Haoming and others at once.

"These blood corpses of the heart have been used by this man to refine them into Vajra corpses. Be careful!" Lin Haoming reminded everyone, and then faced with a blood corpse that was rushing towards the heart, the cold flame beads spewed out of the mouth. The cold flame beads directly hit the blood corpse, and the terrifying huge force directly knocked the blood corpse away.
Chapter completed!