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Chapter 192 Search
The light flickered, and the gray figure landed in the gap in the canyon.

"Little Lord."

The two middle-aged men who were waiting hurriedly saluted.

Both of these two men's cultivation bases are at the peak of foundation establishment, and they are the two corps leaders who have been assigned.

Mo Shisan waved his hand slightly: "No."

"Tell me about the situation."

"Return to the young master, the monk in the southwest direction is missing, we can't use the sound transmission talisman to communicate, it should be more ominous." The demon cultivator who looked a little fairer clasped his hands, and handed Mo Shisan the movement track of the monk in the southwest direction.

This time, he brought a total of twelve foundation-building monks to investigate the matter. The matter had just begun to emerge, but unexpectedly, some monks disappeared.

"The one in the southwest, I think it's Kui, in the middle stage of foundation establishment."

Another big man with a wide mouth took out the residue from the Nawu Talisman: "Young master, we found a demon cultivator in the early stage of foundation establishment, but the other party is not from our Mo Palace."

"Just like what we encountered, it blew up at the moment of defeat."

Mo Shisan nodded, his subordinates have encountered this kind of corpse monster several times.

But the information is limited to this. They don't know where the other party came from and what purpose they have.

During the battle, he had carefully observed that the blood of the demon cultivator had been drained and replaced with something else.

It even hollowed out the Yin God and filled it with unknown consciousness.

Most of them can improve the demon cultivator to a higher level, but the demon cultivator no longer knows how to use magic seals and magic weapons, even if he shows his original shape, he will only attack violently.

The combat power is relatively vain, relatively speaking, it is not very powerful.

After fighting twice, there is very little information.

"Could it be that Mozong did it?"

Although the Corpse Demon Sect is powerful, there should not be a Jindan Daoist who hastily entered Dongyuan and trained their demon cultivators from Mo Palace.

At the same time offending the two sect forces with Yuanying Daxiu as the seat, even the Shibai Sect has to weigh it.

"This method is too strange."

Mo Shisan frowned. He still needed to inform Mo Gong and Wan Fazong who guarded Dongyuan about this matter.

Dongyuan is the territory of Wanfazong, evil ways have grown here, and Wanfazong should clean it up.

Then again, I didn't find the exact target, and only had a few handfuls of ashes in my hands. Would the Master Jindan of Wanfazong care about this matter?
His strength is not high, he is the young master of the Mo Palace in name, but there are many young masters of the Mo Palace.

Just like the nine sons of Yangcheng, as the direct disciples of Reverend Yuyan, they are all young masters of Yangcheng.

"Doubt is not enough, you need conclusive evidence, and then it will be done in one pot."

Mo Shisan rethought.

The top priority is to save Yaoxiu's own life, and then find the evil way that has overshadowed their Mo Palace. As long as they find the figure of the other party, Wan Fazong will definitely take action.

"Pass down the order, and in the future, you will act in groups of two, and you can no longer act alone."

"Follow the order." The two demon cultivators cupped their hands.

"Since the other party uses unknown consciousness to activate the corpse demon, the range should not be very large." Mo Shisan held the map in his hand, and there were already many marks on it.

……

The ruins in front of me are densely packed, and the foundations are perfectly hidden.

If you want to break the formation with normal means, you need a talisman master with strong formation skills.

Among these dozens of people, although the Foundation Establishment Realm accounted for [-]%, but in terms of understanding of formations, they are not very good.

The third-tier formation master Li Shengli invited had no good way to face the formation in front of him.

Taking out the map, he looked at the illusory buildings in front of him with a puzzled expression.

"The foundations of the sixteen formations have all been removed, so why does the main formation still have such a strong defense?"

"Xuezhou, how long will it take to break through this formation?"

The monk holding the map responded: "It will probably take a few days. The ruins here should be a branch hall. The nodes of the formation have been integrated into the formation, so we can only break it with strength."

"That's good."

Hearing Chu Xuezhou's words, Li Shengli was relieved a lot.

The evil spirit inside Dongyuan is getting stronger and stronger. If a tidal sea is formed in another month, they need to leave.

It is enough to guarantee that the formation of the branch hall will be broken within this time.

Chu Xuezhou used mana to simulate the operation of the formation, looking for the nodes flowing in it.

As the strongest Foundation Establishment peak, Li Shengli was not idle either, and he bore the greatest pressure.

The monks of the same sect took turns attacking the magic circle, and replaced when their mana was exhausted.

Zhang Ran was also in it, trying his best to attack the fog mask in front of him.

With so many foundation-building monks gathered, there were no accidents on the way.

Moreover, Li Shengli himself was still at the pinnacle of foundation establishment, and no one could threaten him without the Jindan cultivator.

Looking around, Zhang Ran lowered his head slightly, and then focused his eyes on the distance.

His expression changed suddenly, and he was about to use the Sound Transmission Talisman.

A tall figure stepped out of the shadows.

The figure's eyes were dark, and his aura remained at the late stage of foundation establishment.

Zhang Ran looked gloomy and cold, opened his mouth slightly but no sound came out.

If you understand lip language, you should be able to see what he is going to say.

'You crossed the line. '

He also just watched with cold eyes. With so many Ten Thousand Law Sect monks watching, he didn't need to do anything.

"Brother!"

There was a sound of exclamation, and everyone looked up immediately, just in time to see the figure walking out of the darkness.

His skin was blue-gray, his eyes were pitch-black, and the whites and pupils of his eyes were invisible.

There was a strong evil spirit exuding from his whole body, his eyes locked on Zhang Ran's body, he just stayed for half a breath and then moved away.

"Who are you?" Wanfa Sect disciple scolded.

The relics here were first discovered by Wanfazong, and it took more than half a month to pull out the foundation. Now that someone appeared here, they couldn't help but get nervous, and at the same time they wanted to drive the opponent away quickly.

Chance itself cannot be given to others, let alone they have put in so much effort.

"Maybe this thing is not human at all."

Li Shengli stood up with a slightly surprised look on his face, his narrowed eyes didn't open, they just curved slightly.

Hearing Li Shengli's words, all the brothers and sisters around were surprised and also a little creepy.

Human beings are naturally more afraid of things that are not human but have a human form.

This is an instinct that exists in the body, and it is difficult for ordinary people to overcome. However, the little fear of the monk's magic power dissipates immediately.

Things that are not human are not uncommon in the practice world, and ghosts and ghosts are even more common.

Among heretics, practice is also related to demons and ghosts.

The Momen Corpse Sect is famous for refining corpses.

Most of the disciples carried a coffin when they left the mountain gate, and only they knew how many zombies were contained in the coffin.

"Who is Daoist friend?"

Li Shengli cupped his hands, staring at the blue-gray corpse in front of him with a flat expression.

With this level of corpse refining, the opponent's heel is like that of the Corpse Demon Sect.

Lian Zong's pure black eyes did not flicker, but strode forward.

Seeing the corpse demon approaching, Zhang Ran frowned.

Keeping this guy untouched, could it be that the other party's thinking is too big?
"Stop."

The fellow students standing beside Li Shengli shouted loudly.

Just because you don't want to conflict with the Corpse Demon Sect doesn't mean you will be afraid of the other party.

There are quite a few of them, and there is senior brother Li Shengli here, not to mention just a refined corpse, even if the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect appear here, they will not back down.

Li Shengli's original good manners had completely disappeared, he waved his hand and said, "Kill him."

The fellow next to him made a move.

Raising his hand, there are three spell-breaking awls, condensed into a spell-breaking long sword.

The Wanfa sect is called Wanfa, but it actually breaks the law.

The speed at which mana is nailed by the breaking awl will be greatly reduced, which is why you know it is Wanfazong when you see the breaking awl.

The speed of refining the corpse was very fast, barely avoiding the attack of the magic-breaking cone.

About to rush up.

There was a flash of light in front of everyone's eyes.

The mana in his body burst into light and shrouded Li Shengli's hands.

Instant effort.

Li Shengli appeared in front of the corpse, and patted the corpse's head with his palm.

"Break the law!"

"boom."

The surrounding light seemed to be swallowed by the black light ball in the central area, and even the body with the refined corpse collapsed, and was finally compressed into a ball.

Li Shengli turned his hands upside down, and the seal method formed a spell.

With a rubbing of his palms, the black ball in his hand turned into smoke and dissipated in the air.

"Senior brother is mighty."

"Brother's cultivation level is really like a bright moon."

"..."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Zhang Ran froze in place.

The pupils shrank with a little white light, he didn't expect Li Shengli to be so strong.

What appeared in front of them was the refined corpse, and it had been improved by a level, but Li Shengli's cultivation base, realm, and spell seal method should also be among the best in the same level for slaughtering the refined corpse so lightly.

Zhang Ran's expression became a little more dignified, and the fear in his eyes became more apparent.

At the same time, he was a little angry, that old thing didn't stay there honestly, and even sent the refining corpse here.

He took out the sound transmission symbol and wrote a few words.

As soon as the mana passed, the sound transmission talisman in his hand disappeared immediately.

While touching the talisman at his waist, Zhang Ran also touched the sound transmission talisman that Ding Xie gave him.

The sound transmission talisman belongs to two pieces, and after use, it will disappear with the operation of mana, and the sound transmission talisman held by the opponent will get information.

It can be sound or text.

Zhang Ran's expression was a bit complicated, and in the end he destroyed the sound transmission talisman in his hand and tore it into pieces.

As long as he doesn't use mana, the sound transmission will not activate.

It's just right if it's broken, so that Ding Xie won't find it.

Tu Shanjun and Ding Xie stopped and walked.

The pointer on the scarlet compass was erratic, as if it was far away, but also very close.

"Brother Tu Shan, are you sure they are not far from us?"

Ding Xie, who was flying away, looked puzzled, when would it be a head to go on like this.

He felt that there should be a problem with Tu Shanjun's technique.

Even Tu Shanjun became suspicious. Could it be that there is something wrong with him?

"I will try again."

Tu Shanjun cut open his palm again, and drew his own black and red blood to condense the compass.

Complicated spells are exported, and mana pours into the compass.

Tu Shanjun opened his eyes suddenly: "The breath is gone."

"What?!" Ding Xie was shocked, and hurriedly took out the sound transmission talisman in the talisman bag, and contacted Zhang Ran with mana.

The sound transmission talisman in his hand could not be burned, and there was no response to the influx of magic power.

"It won't happen, will it?"

(End of this chapter)