As he said that, he nodded slowly to another companion. The two of them formed seals with their hands at the same time, and a blood-colored vortex suddenly appeared on their chests! Flashes of bloody and violent aura came from it, as if the vortex was communicating with the Nine Nether Hell.
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"You think we are just two ordinary warriors at the eighth level of the demonic path, but you don't know that this is just our superficial strength, and our real strength is still deeply hidden!"
The two evil cultivators shouted in unison, and a smell of strange, bloodthirsty and other negative emotions emanated from them, and even Ye Shaohao was affected!
"Iron Armored Mysterious Corpse! Come out and enjoy your food!"
Two black-clothed warriors roared to the sky with their hands, looking up at the sky, looking like demons. The red vortex was already hanging above their heads, and a long-lasting aura came from it!
"roar..!"
Two roars like wild animals came from the two red vortexes, and then a black monster hand with sharp claws stretched out from the vortex! Then, another hideous human head with green face and fangs came from the vortex.
Extend!
"Zombies! Run!"
How could the civilians watching below withstand such stimulation? They were so scared that they scattered and disappeared in a blink of an eye!
"The magical way, who is good at exorcizing corpse art, tries to use corpse to prove the truth by refining the supreme corpse king, and one day he will fight the peerless corpse king to ascend to the divine realm!"
Ye Shaohao looked coldly at the two iron armored mysterious corpses that had already walked out of the vortex below, and pondered, "The mysterious corpses made of their body essence and blood and thousands of poisonous substances have supreme attack power and skin.
The thick body can be called the king of the same level! However, the monster is still a monster after all, and it is not tolerated by the way of heaven!"
Ye Shaohao shouted loudly, and drove the flying sword and swooped down like a rabbit-catching eagle! He actually spit out a fiery red hot stream like magma!
That is the pure yang fire element contained in Ye Shaohao's body. It has its own righteous energy and overcomes all evil things in the world! Although it is impossible to form seals with both hands and thus cannot use martial arts, Ye Shaohao can also use the spiritual energy and true energy in his body.
"Che...!!!"
The iron-armored mysterious corpse, which was originally extremely fierce, was like encountering a natural enemy. The black head covered by the hot fire element was like ice encountering a fierce fire, melting into fishy black juice in a moment!
"roar!!!"
The iron armored Xuan Zi let out an unwilling roar, and the strange screams shook the sky! The black-clothed warrior who was associated with the iron armored Xuan Zi suddenly spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his face turned pale with a whisper.
"You...you are actually still a pure yang body!"
The warrior covered his undulating chest with one hand, stared at Ye Shaohao flying with his hands resentfulness, and said gritting his teeth, "But do you think I can't deal with you anymore?"
While speaking, he summoned the whirlpool that was as bright as blood and emitted a burst of old and mysterious aura, and sang in a distant and bleak voice.
"I would like to sacrifice to the supreme corpse king that exists in the dark with my blood! I would like to use my body to become your eternal slave and to smooth out all obstacles that are not subject to you! Sacrifice...!
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With the chanting of the warrior whose natal mysterious corpse was destroyed by Ye Shaohao, the mysterious red vortex above his head suddenly magnified several times like the mouth of a beast! Blood lights slowly descended, covering the warrior.
stand up!
As the red light flashed, the originally pale face of the warrior in black actually withered down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned like a mummy and left with a layer of blood-colored dry skin!
Immediately afterwards, torso! Hands! Feet!
A powerful force comparable to the later stage of the martial artist emanated from the warrior who had already transformed into a mysterious corpse!
"Ah...!!! What a powerful force!"
A hoarse and trembling voice came from the mouth of the mysterious corpse, making Ye Shaohao feel creepy!
The evil cultivator actually changed into a mysterious corpse in exchange for his cultivation level to improve four levels, reaching the late stage of the martial arts!
Ye Shaohao was ready to escape, ignoring another surviving evil cultivator and the young master Fang who was still suppressed by him to the ground and tremble.
The mysterious corpse is just an unconscious monster. He only knows how to attack the creatures he sees randomly. As long as he runs far, he naturally doesn't need to worry.
Just as Ye Shaohao was about to leave, a slight laughter came from behind Ye Shaohao, which actually made the three people living there feel like they were bathing in spring breeze.
"Children are fighting, just click and stop, so why bother to face each other in life and death?"
Ye Shaohao looked in the voice and saw an old man wearing a white robe holding a whisk in his hand, riding a white crane as white as snow, flying behind him with a smile.
Since the old man appeared, the warrior in black suddenly stopped and no longer changed.
"Martial Xiuwen, it's honor to meet four of you."
Wu Xiuwen shook the whisk, and the crane under his feet landed on the ground with a very spiritual sense.
"In the lower Ye Shaohao, I have met senior!"
Ye Shaohao bowed with both hands and suddenly came to his eyes without losing his etiquette, not only the profound Taoist Wu Xiuwen.
He couldn't see how good the martial arts cultivation was. He thought there would definitely be a martial arts cultivation of the martial arts or above.
The Taoist Wu Xiuwen nodded slightly, not caring about Ye Shaohao's peeping and the ignorance of the young master Fang who was already shocked and unknown to the rest of the black-clothed warriors.
"Who is in black, how do you call me?" Wu Xiuwen said to the evil cult with a smile.
"I am Siren Wu, he is Siren Liu."
The warrior in black said with a expressionless face. Although he was extremely shocked, he was still like wood.
"Okay, it turns out that his name is Siliu. His sacrifice was interrupted by me. I still have reason at this time. I want to accept him as my disciple. I wonder if you agree?"
Wu Xiuwen ignored whether Zi Wu agreed. With a move of whisk, Zi Liu, whose body had become a mysterious corpse, was shrinking and smaller, and was finally put into his big sleeves.