Mysterious world, I was handed over by my daughter to Zhen Mosi

Chapter 11 The King Hidden in the Corpse Yin Sect
Lan Xuejing went straight to the Corpse Yin Sect, but no matter how fast it was, it would still take some time.

On the other hand, when the teleportation array opened and closed, just half an hour later, Bai Heng returned to the sky above the Zongmen with a group of Zombie Yin Sect experts.

Ten thousand dharmas are revealed, and the sky is rolling.

This is deep in the mountains, and there are ancient restrictions everywhere.

The gate of the Corpse Yin Sect is very large, covering a range of hundreds of miles, with tens of thousands of disciples, and caves built in all directions.

There are countless coffins lying on the mountain road or hanging from the treetops.

This is the foundation of their Corpse Yin Sect, and it is also the reason why it is getting stronger and stronger.

At this moment, over the square of Nuo Da, Bai Heng and others appeared, and the black coffin slowly fell to the ground.

On it, there is still the residual effect of the requiem monument.

Under the effect of sleeping powder, Chen Luoli had already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Welcome to the suzerain's triumphant return!"

A large number of corpse Yin sect disciples were densely packed in the square. They activated the teleportation array and exhausted all their true energy.

At this moment, they sounded in unison, and there was a huge sound wave.

"Arrange this girl properly, remember, there must be no mistakes."

Bai Heng spit out softly, and soon someone came and took Chen Luoli away.

Looking at his rich results, he nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Luoli was the key factor, and this point had already been found out a month ago.

If he wanted to control the person in the coffin, he had to find a way to control Chen Luoli first.

"With the quasi-king-level demon coffin slave, the strength of the Corpse Yin Sect will rise to another level in the future." Bai Heng was quite excited.

According to what the ancestor said, if this monster is successfully refined, it will be used by him!
With anticipation in mind, he tidied up his sleeves, walked through the Hall of the Sect Master of the Corpse Yin, and headed towards the forbidden area in the back mountain.

The dark passage is very narrow, and a huge abyss appears in front of it.

There were gusts of black wind, sobbing and whistling, and the cold air was constantly spreading, covering every corner.

He stopped, cupped his hands and said respectfully: "Old Ancestor, the demon has been brought back, when will we start refining?"

In the front position, there is a huge altar in the center of the abyss.

The chains were hung horizontally to prop up the altar, and sitting cross-legged on it was an old man with a hooked back, who was Huang Yin, the ancestor of corpse yin.

His hair was loose, his face was haggard, and he looked old.

When he slowly opened his eyes, they were cloudy and lacklustre.

"When the moon is waning in three days, bring the coffin here."

The hoarse words came out, but Bai Heng didn't continue to ask more questions, and retreated respectfully.

Under the abyss, it soon fell into silence again.

But Huang Yin swept away the previous posture, suddenly got up tremblingly, and knelt down to the altar.

"My lord, it is said that the monster that appeared in Tianshui City has unfathomable strength, and even Zhenmensi can only be designated as a quasi-king for the time being."

"You haven't recovered from your injury, do you need the little one to tame his daughter first?"

If Lan Xuejing was here, he would definitely be shocked to see the dignified ancestor of the corpse, the old monster at the peak of the Nine Realms, speaking in such a low voice.

The Corpse Yin Sect was established two hundred years ago, and its rise is terrifying.

By the time Zhenmensi reacted, there were already [-] corpse slaves in the Corpse Yin Sect, and the speed of development was frighteningly fast.

No one knows the reason, let alone know that there is a big secret behind Huang Yin.

At this moment, the words fell, and the altar slowly shone with a faint white glow.

In a place that Huang Yin couldn't see, there was a pale figure lying cross-legged quietly.

The whole body is covered with dead energy, and the evil spirit is abnormal, lingering with very terrifying coercive fluctuations, if it were not for the existence of the altar, it would have been exposed.

In addition, on the left side of the chest, the heart was dug out by someone, and it was completely pierced.

"Need not."

Hearing this sentence, Huang Yin hesitated for a moment, then asked again:

"My lord, after absorbing the aura of this monster, you should be able to use some supernatural powers and teach the little ones the way of heaven and man, right?"

In the boundless world, where gods are tricky and difficult to distinguish, and demons roam freely, the realm of practice is of course not limited to the ninth realm.

According to legend, above the ninth realm of martial arts, it is a very advanced realm of heaven and man, with a long lifespan, and can live for more than a thousand years.

He, Huang Yin, stopped at the ninth realm, suffering from lack of cultivation methods, unable to touch the profound meaning of the realm of heaven and man, and his lifespan was numbered.

The one in the altar has lived for thousands of years, and it is his life's chance.

"It's okay."

After hearing this, Huang Yin raised her head excitedly, kowtowed quickly, and then continued to cross her legs to support the altar with her body.

And in the altar, the pale figure slowly opened its eyes, and it suddenly appeared in the shape of a gouyu. When it looked at its own pierced chest, its eyes showed viciousness.

Two thousand years ago, during the chaotic period of the Dayan Dynasty, the Zhenmagic Division had not yet been established.

Under this vast and boundless territory, there are countless monsters active.

He, the Gutuo Corpse King, was famous at that time, relying on his destiny and supernatural powers.

Summoning undead spirits, summoning ancient corpses, refining demons, forming an incomparably powerful force, can be described as a prosperous generation.

He asked himself, in that era, he was the absolute master of nightmares.

However, he met the Fire Ghost King!
This terrifying guy's strength is simply abnormal.

With one palm, his bones were shattered, his flesh was burned, and [-] top corpse slaves were buried in the boundless fire.

He became what he is now, thanks to the fire ghost king.

Back then, he narrowly escaped death, but his heart was ruthlessly gouged out by the fire ghost king. As a result, he hid in a corner for so many years, not daring to show himself at all.

In a blink of an eye, a thousand years have passed, and after the establishment of the Zhenma Division, the Dayan Kingdom has regained order.

He has also heard a little about the outside world. Recently, a new king appeared, named Ye.

It's just that the origin of the Night King is blank for the time being, and his strength is unknown.

Now that so many years have passed, his strength has also recovered by [-]%. As long as he swallows the quasi-king level of Shuicheng that day, he can return to the peak.

After humming a little, he stopped thinking about it.

Soon, as time passed, three days passed in the blink of an eye.

That night, with the waning moon in the sky and the black wind blowing across the cliff, Chen Luoli woke up in a trance in the center of the square.

She struggled and found herself being tied to a wooden post.

The bonfires on all sides were brightly lit, and a large number of ancient runes were carved on the ground, which looked gloomy.

Tens of thousands of figures stood around the square with solemn expressions, and under the darkness, there was a strong sense of oppression.

"Cold...so cold."

Chen Luoli shuddered, the black wind pierced her bones, and her face ached.

Standing in front of him was Bai Heng, the Sect Master of Corpse Yin. He said softly, "Unfortunately, I just received a notice that you are useless."

Although I don't know what the ancestor was thinking, but since Chen Luoli is not needed, let's sacrifice directly.

Taking advantage of the waning moon being red and the power of the evil spirits in the sky and the earth flourishing, more demon spirits can be attracted.

"Where's my father?"

Chen Luoli's lips turned pale, and she was weak.

"It's this time, and you still think about your monster father?" Bai Heng shook his head lightly.

A demon is nothing more than an object of enslavement by the Necromancy Sect.

"Father, where are you, I'm so cold..."

She was trembling all over, and the indifferent gaze of tens of thousands of eyes made her extremely uncomfortable.

On the top of the main hall, Patriarch Huang Yin stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the waning moon.

At this time, Gu Tuo Corpse King should be ready to open the coffin.

Soon, they will all witness the power of a king!
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