Chapter 470: A Mass of Blood Mud

On the Tianhuang Continent, whether it is the Nine Sects of the Immortal Sect, the Seven Sects of the Demon Sect, or the Six Sects of the Buddhist Sect, there are very few sects that have survived since ancient times.

Among them, I don't know how many top forces have been submerged by the long river of time, leaving only a few ruins and ancient legends.

Corpse Refining Cult is one of the few super sects that has existed since ancient times.

There are even more legends in the world of self-cultivation. The origin of the corpse sect can even be traced back to the Primordial Era, when the human race was weak and all races flourished in the wild years!

There are countless secrets of the exercises in the corpse refining sect, and there is even an ancient and supreme scripture "corpse scripture".

There are many secret methods recorded in the "corpse book", and there are many details on how to temper a war corpse.

The war corpses are also strictly hierarchical, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, golden corpses...

For the base-building cultivator and Jindan Zhenren of the Corpse Refining Sect, they can only refine iron corpses.

The bronze corpse needs to be refined by the monks of the Corpse Refining Cult who step into the Nascent Soul Realm and cultivate the primordial spirit before they can be tempered.

Each kind of corpse, the darker the color, the greater its strength, and the more terrifying its strength.

Like the corpse of the white-shirted cultivator, its power can compete with the Eight Veins Foundation Establishment!

In addition, this war corpse is invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire are invulnerable, and it is also contaminated with corpse gas and corpse poison. Even the foundation of the eight veins cannot damage the foundation of this war corpse.

How could the white-shirted cultivator expect that this handsome-looking cultivator almost cut his corpse into two pieces with a single knife!

How much power is this?

The slightly raised eyes of the white-shirted cultivator flashed a trace of panic.

Immediately afterwards, the white-shirted cultivator seemed to have made a decision. He pinched the spiritual art, ran the secret technique of the sect, bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed out a blood essence, which landed on the wound of the corpse.

"Give it to me!"

The monk in white snorted softly.

The shocking wound on the corpse actually began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blue-black granulation buds grew frantically and knotted together.

The corpse roared angrily, with great ferocity!

At the same time, the aura of the white-shirted cultivator became extremely weak, his eyes dimmed, his body swayed, and he might even fall down at any time.

He patted the storage bag with his palm, took out a handful of medicinal pills and swallowed it, only to regain some mental strength.

This is obviously a kind of secret technique similar to the blood escape technique.

At the expense of their own vitality potential, repair the wounds of the corpse, and stimulate the corpse to erupt into a more powerful battle.

The corpse stretched out a pair of big hands and grasped the blade of the blood-quenched knife fiercely.

The blood-quenched knife fell into the body of the corpse, and was buried and covered by endless filthy flesh and blood, and the light on the knife gradually dimmed.

Su Zimo snorted coldly and drew the knife forcefully!

The corpse let the blade cut its palms, and refused to let go, and rushed over, spewing out a large cloud of green, smelly mist.

"Be careful!"

In the stone room, Ji Yaoxue quickly reminded.

Just now, this war corpse has already destroyed her best flying sword with a breath of mist!

Not only that, the corpse also opened its mouth wide, revealing blood-stained fangs, like a beast, and bit down on Su Zimo's neck!

Su Zimo frowned, let go of the blood-quenching knife, and retreated violently.

It wasn't that he was afraid of the fog and fangs, but the corpse was really disgusting, and Su Zimo didn't want to touch it with his bare hands.

Su Zimo retreated and immediately gave way to the exit of the corridor.

The white-shirted monk's eyes brightened.

In fact, after Su Zimo slashed that knife, he already had the intention of retreating.

That knife fell on the corpse. If it fell on him, he would have ten lives not enough to die!

Seeing Su Zimo avoid him, the white-shirted cultivator didn't want to fight, so he moved and galloped towards the entrance of the tunnel.

Seeing this scene, Su Zimo's eyes flashed with mockery.

Su Zimo rubbed his palm on the storage bag, and in the palm of his hand, there was already a large square and golden seal.

Coiling Dragon Seal, Innate Spirit Artifact!

It was easy for Su Zimo to kill this cultivator of the Corpse Refinement Cult.

As long as he carries the bloodline, uses the spirit wings, and cooperates with the movement of the steed, he can completely bypass the corpse and kill this person in the palm of his hand!

But just now, Su Zimo's heart moved, thinking of this treasure he just got.

He was also a little curious, and wanted to see how powerful the legendary innate spiritual tool, and the innate spiritual tool gifted by the emperor, was.

"go!"

Su Zimo threw the Panlong Seal upwards, his fingertips excited. Shoot out a spiritual force and inject it into it.

The Panlong Seal swelled rapidly, with golden light, hanging in the air like a scorching sun, dazzling and dazzling, bursting out with a palpitating aura, oppressive and wanton!

Under the seal of the Coiling Dragon, the fierce corpse was as humble and small as an ant.

The Panlong Seal quickly fell!

boom!

The big seal slammed into the head of the corpse, and a loud noise erupted.

Ka Ka Ka!

Immediately afterwards, a series of bone cracks sounded.

Panlongyin just paused for a while, and then quickly suppressed it!

With a puff, the corpse, which was a full foot tall, was suppressed by the Panlong Seal into a mass of foul-smelling blood mud, which was spread on the ground, and there were no bones left!

The white-shirted cultivator was about to rush into the corridor, but a radiant big seal suddenly smashed down, blocking the exit.

He quickly stopped, a cloud of blood splattered on his pale cheeks.

The white-shirted cultivator stared at him, his whole person was almost dumbfounded, and his mind went blank.

In the world of self-cultivation, if you want to defeat the corpse cultivator, you can only avoid their corpses as much as possible and attack the corpse cult cultivator itself.

Because, for the cultivators of the Corpse Refinement Cult, war corpses are their weapons, and they are indestructible!

In the same rank, no one can destroy their war corpse.

If someone fights with their corpse and cannot get out in time, they will either be killed by the corpse, or they will die!

Because the corpse is not tired.

Even if it is covered with bruises and wounds, its strength will not be diminished.

The monks are different.

Manpower is always exhausted.

The white-shirted cultivator has practiced for decades, fought countless battles, and fought against all kinds of geniuses, but he has never seen such a fierce and sturdy style of play as Su Zimo.

Staring at his corpse, he almost cut the corpse into two pieces with the first blow.

Immediately after the second shot, he directly suppressed his war corpse into a mass of blood mud!

That's it.

The white-shirted cultivator was stunned at the moment.

Deathly silence!

Jun Hao and Si Yutang were about to attack Su Zimo together with the corpse, but now they are all dumbfounded, their eyes twitching wildly and their bodies trembling slightly.

Innate Spirit Artifact!

The two of them looked at it carefully. The golden seal that Su Zimo finally sacrificed had six spiritual patterns, which was obviously an innate spiritual tool!

In the flesh and blood of the corpse, there is corpse poison and death energy, which is the most evil and filthy thing, which can destroy weapons and magic weapons.

Even Ji Yaoxue's best flying sword could not escape this disaster.

But now, this golden seal has not been stained with the flesh and blood of a war corpse.

In Jun Hao's eyes, deep jealousy flashed.

"If I can get such a baby, I can be so majestic!"