"Hmph, what are you doing, this corpse is left behind, and it is in the hands of the Kuilu clan, do you know what it means?" Wu Ming asked the Holy Mother of Wuhuan rhetorically.

Our Lady of Wuhuan stepped forward.

"Wu Ming, my uncle is dead, and he should be put to rest. ”

"No matter how deep you bury him, it won't be long before the corpse qi emits from the corpse to attract the Kui people, and your uncle's cultivation is extremely high, once he is used by the Kui tribe, at least he will become a Kui king." ”

Our Lady of Wuhuan looked at Wu Ming, and then at the corpse of the obsessive patriarch, and seemed to hesitate.

Wu Ming completely ignored the Holy Mother of Wuhuan, and his hand pressed on the shoulder of the obsessive patriarch.

The demon baby in his dantian could no longer accommodate the demon yuan, so Wu Ming had no choice but to take out the small jade bottle again, and then run the god killing demon skill to convert the essence of the obsessive patriarch into a demon yuan and store it in the small jade bottle.

The Holy Mother of Wuhuan watched Wu Ming suck up the obsession elder, and wanted to stop it several times, but in the end she didn't dare to speak out, Our Lady of Wuhuan participated in the Yuntian Talent Fighting Skills Conference, she understood Wu Ming's temper, and she also saw with her own eyes how Wu Ming killed the Holy Mother of Wuhuan.

Wu Ming really didn't take care of the emotions of the Holy Mother of Wuhuan, and after sucking up the obsession elder, he shook the dry corpse of the obsessive elder into rice with one palm, and a gust of wind blew, and the obsession veteran disappeared without a trace.

In Wu Ming's opinion, he has seen a lot of life and death.

Putting away the small jade bottle and standing up slowly, the corners of Wu Ming's mouth showed a satisfied smile.

Our Lady of Wuhuan came back to her senses, she took a few steps forward, looked at Wu Ming coldly and said, "Wu Ming, you, is your heart really cold?"

Wu Ming glanced at Our Lady of Wuhuan.

"Hehe, this kind of thing came out of the mouth of the Holy Mother of Funeral Desire, it is really a big joke. Our Lady, the funeral pavilion pays attention to cutting off seven feelings and six desires, it seems that your cultivation is indeed not home. ”

"You ....... ”

After a few breaths, Our Lady of Wuhuan sighed: "Hey, now that the burial mound is destroyed, the mountain gate of the Burial Desire Pavilion is broken, and the people of the sect are scattered, how can this be good, the most important thing is that the desire in the burial mound is destroyed, that, it is related to the life and death of thousands of elite people in this gate." ”

Wu Ming took a step forward and chuckled: "Hehe, Our Lady doesn't have to be so pessimistic. ”

Our Lady of Wuhuan looked at Wu Ming in frustration, and slowly shook her head, her eyes full of despair.

"Actually, the burial mound is still there, tsk, but in a different form. ”

Wu Ming's words made the Holy Mother of Wuhuan stunned for a moment.

"Wu Ming, what do you mean by this?"

Wu Ming didn't want to say it, he knew very well the truth that the husband was innocent and guilty, and he took the divine treasure of the Funeral Desire Pavilion, so he should naturally keep a low profile.

Even on the whole, Wu Ming's participation in this matter this time was not entirely because of Mo Zhaoxue, he had always thought that he was not a good person, and he didn't want to be a savior, let alone let others be grateful to Dade.

He had another purpose.

If you can accept the Burial Desire Pavilion, the strength of the Heavenly Absolute Demon Sect will definitely increase a lot.

Only by gathering people's hearts and expanding their own strength can they be invincible in the upcoming catastrophe, Mo Zhaoxue's matter can only be regarded as an introduction.

Obviously, his purpose was achieved.

Unexpectedly, he even received the burial mound.

Accepting the Funeral Desire Tomb is, to a certain extent, equivalent to receiving the Funeral Desire Pavilion.

You must know that there are thousands of desire seeds in the burial mound.

There are more than 10,000 disciples in the Burial Desire Pavilion, and all of them are counted as at least seventy or eighty thousand. Today, the Kuilu clan attacked the Burial Desire Pavilion, and many disciples were not in the mountain gate, otherwise, how could a top-level demon gate only have 10,000 people.

However, the people who are qualified to enter the Burial Desire Tomb, cultivate the Sole Respect Skill, and leave the Desire Seed in the Burial Desire Tomb are all the elites of the Burial Desire Pavilion.

It can also be said to be the backbone of the Funeral Desire Pavilion.

Even the patriarchs and elders have a desire to seed among them, even the pavilion master and the deputy pavilion master.

Desire is a kind of contract established between these people and the pillar of desirelessness.

If something happens to a person, the desire to plant will not exist, and if something happens to the desire to plant, it will also have a great impact on the person who planted the seed, and it can even kill the person.

Wu Ming now has mastered all the desires, which is equivalent to .......

Referring to this, Wu Ming paid attention to his Infinite Demon Realm.

Sure enough, the original five or six thousand Desire Seeds seemed to be very dense in his Infinite Demon Realm.

But now, the number of desire seeds has dropped by two-thirds, and right now, in the Wuji Demon Realm, where the length, width and height are only about 100 zhang, there are only more than 1,000 desire seeds left.

Wu Ming sighed secretly in his heart: "Hey, it seems that the casualties of the Burial Pavilion this time are really heavy, and it can be seen from the number of Desire Species that the Burial Pavilion has lost at least two-thirds of its elite masters." ”

Our Lady of Wuhuan looked at Wu Ming curiously.

Obviously, she couldn't figure out what Wu Ming meant, and with her understanding of Wu Ming, Wu Ming wouldn't say such a sentence for no reason.

"Wu Ming, the burial mound of this gate, you really destroyed it?" Our Lady of Wuhuan is now in a much more stable mood, in retrospect, the Kuilu clan has not been able to attack the burial mound, and the burial mound no longer exists, and Wu Ming was in the burial mound at that time.

In retrospect, Our Lady of Wuhuan was even a little remorseful, if it wasn't for her guiding Wu Ming, it would be impossible for Wu Ming to enter the burial mound.

Wu Ming waved his hand and sneered: "Hehe, I just saved the burial mound for you." When the words landed, two suspended desire seeds appeared in Wu Ming's palm.

One emits a faint white light, and the other emits a blue glow.

Suddenly seeing this, the Holy Mother of Wuhuan and the eight disciples under her command were suddenly shocked.

"This, this, this is the desire to plant...... , Wu Ming, you, how can you bring the desire seed out of the burial mound?" The Holy Mother of Wuhuan was shocked, once the desire seed is separated from the burial mound, it will dissipate, this is the thousand-year-old iron law that everyone in the Burial Desire Pavilion knows, even the pavilion master cannot change.

However, the two desires in front of him actually appeared in Wu Ming's palm.

And it seems, apparently intact, which is beyond the comprehension of Our Lady of Unjoy.

Coincidentally, one of the two desires that Wu Ming conjured up was planted by Senior Sister Mo Zhaoxue.

Mo Zhaoxue's junior sister felt the clearest at the moment, and the desire seed in Wu Ming's palm that emitted blue light was exactly what she planted.

"Master, that's, that's my desire. Mo Zhaoxue's junior sister suddenly shouted to Our Lady of Wuhuan.

Our Lady of Wuhuan looked at the desire in Wu Ming's palm in shock, she didn't know what to say.

After a full hundred breaths, the Holy Mother of Wuhuan exclaimed: "Wu Ming, what did you do in the burial mound, how could the desire seed be in your hands?"