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Chapter 181

There was silence between heaven and earth, only endless corpse qi roaring.

"Ahem..."

A light cough broke the silence around him.

I saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and a withered face appear at the place where the corpse gas giant dissipated.

The moment he saw this person, the five poisonous rakshas and the demon boy were covered in sweat, like a great enemy.

"There are only a handful of people in the world who can defeat my corpse giant elephant, who are you?"

The Corpse Monarch stared at Fang Mo sharply.

"My name is the Blood Lord."

Fang Mo said lightly.

"Huh, Blood Lord? What a big breath! The

Corpse Sovereign sneered.

"Benjun has never heard of any blood lord, but Benjun remembers that when he was in seclusion, there was a little doll called Blood Demon in the Demon Dao, and it was quite fierce."

Fang Mo was silent and looked at the corpse jun calmly.

At this moment, a gray light flashed, and the corpse returned to Fang Mo, and the terrifying eyeballs stared at the corpse monarch.

"What is your relationship with the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect?!"

The corpse monarch glanced at the corpse beside Fang Mo, and his tone was grim.

"You don't need to know about my relationship with the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, you just have to submit to me."

Fang Mo looked at the corpse jun with a calm tone.

"Hmph, being so arrogant at a young age, I'll let you know the price of offending Benjun today!"

As soon as the words fell, the corpse qi rose again, and the sky and the earth changed color.

A terrifying figure appeared beside the corpse monarch.

It was an old man with white hair, the old man had a ruddy face, his eyes were closed, and his body exuded a thick corpse aura.

"Huh..." Fang

Mo looked at the strange old man who was motionless, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

It is obviously a refining corpse, but it still maintains the physical characteristics of a living person, and it is almost impossible to see the difference.

Sensing the doubts in Fang Mo's heart, the corpse monarch's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

"Hehe, do you know his identity before he died?"

The corpse monarch pointed to the old man beside him refining the corpse.

Fang Mo looked indifferent and did not speak.

"Jun, Benjun told you that his identity before his death was the Great Elder of the previous generation of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, a person on the Yin Corpse."

The Corpse Sovereign showed a cruel smile.

As soon as these words came out, Fang Mo was indifferent.

However, the five poisonous rakshas and the demon boy on the side changed their faces greatly.

The Yin Corpse Shangren, a nightmare for the entire cultivation world a hundred years ago, once refined millions of people into corpse puppets alive.

The Yin Corpse Shangren, who had millions of corpses, once made the Heavenly Sword Sect fearful, and almost set off a battle of the right demons again.

It's just that for unknown reasons, it disappeared and there was no news.

Unexpectedly, it was refined into a living corpse by the corpse monarch...

"Benjun originally wanted to ensure that this old thing came to life, but he was soaked in the water of the five elements corpse for more than a month, hehe, how, is it no different from a living person now?"

The corpse king seemed to be admiring a work of art, and his tone became more and more proud.

Hearing this, the look of horror in the eyes of the five poisonous rakshas and the demon boy became even stronger.

"No wonder you became an outcast of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect."

Fang Mo's tone was a little mocking.

Hearing this, the corpse monarch's face turned suddenly gloomy, as if he had been poked in the sore spot.

"Little thing, don't worry, Benjun will concoct you well later, and definitely make you more lifelike!"

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the 'Yin Corpse Person' opened sharply, and a pair of gray eyes were full of tyranny.

"Roar!"

The 'Yin Corpse Superior Man' roared up to the sky, and endless corpse qi erupted from his body.

The corpse is like a dragon, and the heavens and the earth change color.

The surrounding trees and rocks turned into powder, which was raised in the wind.

Such a terrifying power made the two of the five poisonous rakshas secretly sweat in their hearts.

In the next second, the 'Yin Corpse Shangren' turned into a streamer afterimage and pounced on Fang Mo.

Fang Mo's face was as usual, and there was a trace of contempt in his gaze towards the 'Yin Corpse Person'.

Seeing Fang Mo motionless, the Corpse Monarch showed a trace of an evil smile, as if he had seen Fang Mo being refined into a corpse by him.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the bloody wind howled, and a hideous blood-colored tentacle was like blood-colored lightning, directly penetrating the body of the 'Yin Corpse Person'.

Looking at the 'Yin Corpse Upper Man' who was constantly struggling hanging high in the air, several people present were directly stunned.

"Impossible..."

The corpse monarch looked at the 'Yin Corpse Person' in mid-air, his face full of disbelief.

The strength of this 'Yin Corpse Superior Man' that he refined was comparable to the Xuanjian Grade Elemental Weapon, how could it be so easily pierced through the body.

Just when the Corpse Monarch fell into self-doubt, a blood-colored tentacle shot straight at him.

The corpse monarch's face changed drastically, and his body was full of corpse qi, and he slammed into the blood-colored tentacle with a punch.

The space shook, and the corpse was monstrous.

"Boom."

With a loud bang, the blood-colored tentacles were unscathed.

"This... No way! The

corpse lord's eyes widened and he exclaimed.

What the hell is this blood-colored tentacle?!

The all-out blow of the Yuan Realm Nine Heavy could not even hurt it in the slightest.

Without waiting for the corpse monarch to react from the shock, in the next second, a hideous tentacle rolled it up.

The moment the corpse monarch was rolled up by the blood-colored tentacles, his face changed greatly.

He felt a terrifying bloodthirsty aura from this blood-colored tentacle, and that aura made his soul tremble.

A trace of panic finally appeared in the corpse monarch's gaze.

The five poisonous rakshas and the demon boy looked at the corpse monarch who was tightly bound by the blood-colored tentacles, and their eyes were full of horror.

This is a cultivator of the Yuan Realm Ninefold!

Now that the cultivation realm Yuan Master realm is not out, the Yuan Realm Nine Layers is the strongest.

But now, this kind of strong man did not have the slightest power to resist in front of the Lord.

So how strong should the master be?

Could it be the Yuan Master Realm....

As soon as they thought of this, the eyes of the two looking at Fang Mo were full of fanaticism.

Especially the Five Poisons Rakshasa, with a deep obsession in the frenzy.

"You... Who are you?

The Corpse Monarch stared at Fang Mo closely, his voice trembling slightly.

"Surrender, or die."

Fang Mo's tone was cold.

"Huh... Unexpectedly, now the Demon Dao has produced such a powerful up-and-comer, Benjun confessed.

The corpse monarch's face was full of loneliness

, he took a deep look at Fang Mo, and suddenly changed his tone: "However, if you want this monarch to submit, it is absolutely impossible!" The

corpse lord's face showed a trace of fierceness.

"Do you know why Benjun became an abandoned disciple of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect in the first place?"

"It's because Benjun doesn't want to be bound! Benjun pursues what he wants!! With

the Corpse Monarch's low roar, countless heaven and earth vitality rushed towards the Corpse Monarch like a flood.

Black lines appeared on the skin between the corpse king's neck, and they continued to spread towards the whole body like a spider's web.

Fang Mo looked at this scene and frowned slightly.

"No one in the world can make this monarch submit! No! "

Boom!"

A loud bang ran through heaven and earth.

Rolling dust and fog, covering the sky.

After a long time

, after all the dust settled, the entire mountain range was razed to the ground.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Mo didn't say a word, his face was gloomy.