Yun Feiyang is only responsible for planning the town, and how the Demon Spirit Clan lives in the future depends on them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When he was done, he came back to reality.

Originally, I planned to continue to go deeper and explore the deeper depths of the Poison Cloud Forest.

But calculate the time, it's been almost three months since the Wu tribe came here, do you want to go back and report safety first?

"Roar!"

At this moment, a deafening roar came from the mountains and forests.

Yun Feiyang's face changed, and he immediately stopped hesitating, and got up to return to the Wu Clan, because the intensity of that voice was at least above the seventh grade.

With his current strength, it was not enough to compete with a saint-level fierce beast.

"After I go back, I have to cultivate hard, and first improve the realm of kendo. ”

Yun Feiyang said secretly.

After obtaining the deadwood attribute, his martial arts realm has reached the peak of the Martial King, but he has always been pressed in the late stage of the Martial King.

The Flying Continent has majestic spiritual power, which is equivalent to carrying a huge spiritual energy reservoir.

Breaking through the Martial Emperor is a breeze!

How.

The realm of kendo has always stagnated, affecting the improvement of martial arts, and it is necessary to comprehend kendo to the emperor level in order to make a breakthrough in martial arts.

Other words.

Yun Feiyang's martial arts realm, breaking through the emperor level at any time, only need to comprehend the way of the sword.

And once you break through the emperor level, you will be the world's shocking sword and martial arts double emperors, if you count the demon path, it is the demon sword and martial arts three emperors!

The outermost part of the Poison Cloud Forest.

Yun Feiyang came out of it.

He looked back at the poisonous mist of the mountains and forests, and muttered, "When I am stronger, I will come again." ”

This forbidden place in southern Xinjiang is only explored on the periphery.

In the depths, there may be stronger medicinal herbs and treasures, which can only be explored after the strength becomes stronger.

......

The Witch Tribe.

Dead corpses stood outside, their eyes hollow, and a thick aura of death appeared around them.

This is the corpse refined by the corpse control sect, which is called a dry corpse.

They don't have thinking, and they can show their strength that is not weaker than that of the king or the king under the manipulation of the master.

Even worse.

The number of dried corpses standing outside the Wu tribe was several thousand.

At least half of them have reached the king level!

"Hahaha!"

Tortu stood behind the dry corpse and sneered: "Ling Shaluo, do you think it is very good to find Yun Feiyang as a backer, today the patriarch of this clan will let you understand, what is called a mountain outside the mountain, and there are people outside the person!"

"Damn!"

Ling Sara clenched his pink fist and was furious.

Ye Fengjiao, who served as the patriarch, also had an extremely ugly face.

Toltu, who escaped from prison and didn't pay attention to it at first, is back, and moreover, he has brought so many dried corpses of the Necrophyrcism.

Now it's in trouble.

The corpse control sect is notorious in southern Xinjiang, and once it is targeted by this sect, the result will be extermination!

Yun Feiyang's hundred spirit king-level who stayed here were protecting Ling Shaluo, their eyes flashing gloomy, and at the same time, they were a little jealous.

Just now, a spirit king shot to attack the dry corpse, but he couldn't kill it for half an hour.

In the end, the magic ran out and he was captured.

The dried corpse is refined by a special method, there is no pain, and it is even more tireless, and the degree of resistance to beating is not comparable to that of the Demon Spirit Clan.

Unless the strength reaches the extreme, it may be possible to smash it directly, and the only way to solve the dry corpse is to capture the corpse controller who controls the dry corpse.

But.

The corpse controller who controls the corpse knows that he is weak, and when facing the enemy, he will either hide in the shadows or summon more dried corpses to surround himself.

Outside the Wu tribe.

With the exception of the dry corpse and Toltu, there is no corpse controller in sight.

Apparently they have gone into hiding.

That's where it gets tricky.

Spirit king-level demon spirits, once they fight with dry corpses, there is only one consequence, that is, they are depleted of demonic qi alive!

"Truly, awrely. ”

Suddenly, a strange voice came.

An old man in a black robe and a skull headdress came out of the shadows, this person was not tall, his skin was pale, his expression was hideous, and he looked terrifying.

"Brother. ”

Tortu smiled: "These strange warriors, used to make dried corpses, the effect will be better." ”

It turned out that the man was the leader of the Corpse Control Sect.

Toltu's half-brother, Lingdar!

"Boom!"

Ling Da'er smiled gloomily, stared at the group of demon spirits, and said gloomily: "Very good, very good, this sect master is here right today!"

He didn't have any feelings for this younger brother and didn't plan to help, but he heard that there was a guy named Yun Feiyang, who was very strong and could be used to make a dried corpse, so he came in person.

I didn't see it.

But he saw a powerful demon spirit, which made him very satisfied.

"Brother, what are you waiting for, hurry up!"

Tortu urged.

Now he doesn't care about the position of the patriarch of the Wu clan.

As long as Ling Shaluo and Ye Fengjiao are killed, they can export their evil qi, and if they are refined into dried corpses, it will be even better.

"Smack. ”

Ling Da'er snapped his fingers and said, "Boys, give it to me!"

The corpse controller hiding in the shadows, manipulated by spiritual thoughts.

Thousands of dried corpses quickly rushed towards the Wu tribe, and their speed was not slow at all!

"Remember!"

At this moment, Ling Da'er added: "Don't break these corpses, otherwise, it will be difficult to refine the perfect dried corpse!"

"Second mother-in-law. ”

Seeing the dry corpse attacking, Ling Shaluo said anxiously: "What should I do?"

"Kids. ”

Ye Fengjiao said: "My clansmen and I dragged them down, you hurry up and leave here with your man's men!"

After speaking, she shouted coldly: "Wu clansmen, the time has come for you to atone for your sins!"

"Whew!"

The warriors of the Wu tribe broke out one after another.

Their strength was chaotic, but there was no fear on their faces, and they rushed towards the dried corpses.

Deceived by Tortu, who has been cursing the saint for ten years, today it is necessary to atone for her sins by action!

"Truly, awrely. ”

Ling Da'er smiled gloomily: "Brother, you clansmen want moths to fight the fire." ”

Tortu said coldly: "A bunch of fools, don't surrender quickly!"

Not bad.

The people of the Wu clan are stupid.

So much so that he was deceived by him, the murderer, for ten years.

But today, they want to defend their dignity with their lives, to protect the Holy Maiden!

Surrender?

No way!

"Boom!"

A dried corpse raised its fist and blasted at it, and several Wu clansmen were shattered on the spot, they were undoubtedly vulnerable in the face of such an unconscious killing machine.

"Kid!"

Ye Fengjiao pushed Ling Shaluo away and said, "Hurry up!"

"Second Mother-in-law......"

As soon as Ling Sara spoke, two female demon spirits of the Spirit King level picked her up and fled towards the outskirts of the tribe.

The remaining Spirit Kings joined the battle.

When the national teacher was leaving, he told him to protect Ling Sala and protect the Wu clan.

Therefore, after ensuring the safety of the former, even if they knew that they would be consumed in front of the dry corpse, they would fight to the death!

A brutal killing begins.

Many members of the Wu clan were turned into powder under the violent bombardment of the dry corpses, and many spirit kings were difficult to bombard and kill the dry corpses, and they ran out of magic power and were finally captured.

Three days later.

Yun Feiyang returned to the Wu tribe.

It was a mess, and there was not a body on the ground except blood.

He clenched his fists and said angrily, "What the hell is going on>!"