100,000 mountains and rivers, the corpses full of corpses exuded a monstrous corpse aura, and the eyes were full of famous masters of the nine countries and seven seas, among which most of them were strong in swordsmanship.

The abnormal change of the Sword Kui Review has caused many masters of the Nine Kingdoms and Seven Seas who participated in the Sword Kui Review to die here, including characters like Tang Huang, who have also become one of the many corpses here.

It's a pity that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty generation was admired by all parties in the Nine Kingdoms, and even the Qi Heavenly Demon Saint regarded him as a rare best friend in his life, no one thought that he would die like this, die in this place where no one cares, and there is not even a person who collects his body.

The umbrella bearer appeared here at some point, standing on top of a broken cliff, looking at the scattered corpses under the cliff, his face was neither happy nor sad, and he couldn't see any expression.

Suddenly, a small thing came out of the mountain of corpses, and the umbrella man's eyes changed, staring at the thing that came out of the corpse.

"Ah~~ With this charming aroma, Uncle Ben can finally have a good meal. "In the pile of corpses, the thing that looked like a big turnip made a slightly hoarse sound, and its face was intoxicated, and its hands and feet were still moving there.

If Fang Lin saw this scene here, he would definitely recognize this thing, it turned out to be a thousand-year-old corpse ginseng.

And at this moment, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng sat among the countless corpses, and began to absorb the corpse qi here, inhaling it so much that it was completely intoxicated, and he didn't even notice that there was a pair of eyes watching it above.

The rich corpse qi that permeated this place continued to converge towards the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng, like a whirlpool, frantically pouring into the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng's body.

And the seemingly small body of this thousand-year-old corpse ginseng is like a bottomless pit, no matter how large and dense the corpse qi is, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng is effortless to absorb, but it is a comfortable face.

"Uncle Ben hasn't been so happy for a long time, since he followed Fang Lin's bastard boy, life is really worse day by day, or Uncle Ben is wise, hiding here for so long, he can finally enjoy it with peace of mind. The thousand-year-old corpse ginseng muttered in his mouth, squinting his eyes and shaking his head, which was called a leisurely one.

"Alas, I don't know when that kid will come back, I don't know where he went, there is no news at all, which made Uncle Ben worry for several days, but that kid's life is very hard, like the bedbug in the pit, even Uncle Ben has to bow down to such a great opportunity, and it is estimated that nothing will happen to this kid. ”

"This world is really chaotic, but it has nothing to do with Uncle Ben, anyway, no matter how chaotic it is, it can't fall on Uncle Ben's head, how should it be, it's a big deal to escape directly back to the endless cave, anyway, there are so many corpses there. ”

The thousand-year-old corpse ginseng said a word from time to time, and sighed from time to time, but the process of absorbing the corpse qi was not affected in the slightest.

For a long time, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng seemed to have almost been absorbed, and he felt his stomach and lay down on an unknown corpse, humming an out-of-tune tune in his mouth.

The umbrella holder looked at it silently, with a somewhat stunned expression on his face, as if he had seen it too engrossed.

In a trance, the umbrella holder let out a long sigh, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

"Tu Shan, is this your compassion for all beings on the earth?" the umbrella bearer looked up at the sky and said that the black umbrella couldn't help but clench.

After another glance at the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng, the umbrella man smiled and turned around and disappeared here.

"Hmm, there seems to be a stinky and shameless person peeping at Uncle Ben just now?" The thousand-year-old corpse suddenly seemed to feel something, stood up and looked at the top of the cliff where the umbrella holder was just now, and muttered in his mouth.

However, there was not a single figure to be seen, so the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng didn't care, and continued to lie here and enjoy the corpse feast that belonged to it.

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In a deep, damp mountain stream lay a lifeless corpse, with a peaceful face and silver hair.

The umbrella holder came here, slowly walked to the corpse of the silver-haired old man, looked at the serene color on the silver-haired old man's face, the umbrella holder was a little sour in his heart, and sighed slightly.

"The demon saint who was so beautiful in his life, but he died so desolately, and his corpses fell in this place where he didn't see the light of day, and few people will remember you. The umbrella man muttered, not knowing whether to hear it to the silver-haired old man's corpse or to himself.

The silver-haired old man was Jing Zhulong, he was killed by Confide Black, and his body fell here, no one knew, only the umbrella man found this place and found Jing Zhulong's body.

The umbrella holder originally had a glimmer of hope, thinking that Jing Zhulong might still have a chance to be saved, after all, Jing Zhulong had also been severely injured by the black, and he had been suppressed for so many years without dying, maybe he would be able to survive this time.

But when the umbrella holder saw Jing Zhulong's corpse, he knew that he was powerless to return to the sky, Jing Zhulong was completely dead, there was no life left, and his soul had already dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even if he was the incarnation of the ancient spirit and had some of the power of the ancient spirit of Tu Mountain, he could not save a person who was already dead.

The umbrella man squatted down, thinking about taking away Jing Zhulong's body, although the person was dead, but he couldn't just put it here, after all, he was a former demon saint, and he also died for the sake of all beings in the world.

Just as the umbrella holder wanted to put away Jing Zhulong's body, he saw a red light wrapping Jing Zhulong's body, making it impossible for the umbrella holder to touch his corpse.

The umbrella holder was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, even more sad.

"Your brother is dead. The umbrella man spoke, in a very soft tone.

The red mang turned into the appearance of a girl in red, staring at the umbrella man with hostility, and even more forest sword aura spread, it seemed that as long as the umbrella man dared to approach Jing Zhulong's corpse again, this sword qi would fall on the umbrella holder.

The umbrella holder was helpless, so he could only smile bitterly, this girl in red was the soul of Jing Qinghong, the sister of Jing Zhulong, who died in her early years, and had been stored in the Qinghong Sword before, but with the death of Jing Zhulong, Jing Qinghong's soul was also separated from the Qinghong Sword, and she stayed on Jing Zhulong's corpse, and she was always unwilling to leave, even if her soul would completely dissipate one day.

Maybe for Jing Zhulong, death is a relief, but for Jing Qinghong's soul, Jing Zhulong regards her as her only support in the world, and once Jing Zhulong dies, Jing Qinghong doesn't want to become a lonely ghost, but only wants to protect Jing Zhulong's body for a limited time, and then slowly dissipate.

The umbrella holder looked at the stubborn expression of the girl in red, and knew that it was useless to say anything, so he could only nod and turn away.

However, before leaving, he also left a force here, so that Jing Zhulong's corpse would not be disturbed in any way.