In the Biluo Hall, Lian Qiantu's face was still so gloomy, but his evil spirit had been retracted, and the wings of the Wing Blade Clan in his hand had been put down.

The wings are floating in the air like a ghost.

The thirteenth from the left is drawing something on the ground. These things are anatomy. Lian Qiantu had never seen someone who knew so much about the human body.

Even the brother Shen Wuming didn't have a thorough understanding of the left thirteenth.

"Master, it is basically impossible to create life except for gestation!"

The thirteenth from the left wipes off his sweat, these theoretical knowledge are too advanced.

"But he has created it!"

"what?"

But just as the thirteenth from the left explained the last hand, practicing Qiantu took a deep breath and said what made the thirteenth from the left stunned to explain.

"How can it be?"

The thirteenth from the left had already jumped up, his eyes were red, and the **** ignorant guy was really created.

"He does create a kind of life, but it can't survive for long."

"He... is a genius, if he can be used to the right place, no one can stop him."

"Eternally immortal, even the emperor can't live forever, but he doesn't believe it."

Lian Qiantu's eyes were getting more and more terrifying, a whirlwind was blowing around, and the zombie on the left thirteenth could feel the coldness.

"Thirteen, do you want to go his way?"

Murderous intent, painful murderous intent appeared in Lian Qiantu's eyes.

The thirteenth from the left was clever, and Lian Qiantu actually wanted to kill him.

But the kind of pain, Zuo Thirteen also understood that practicing Qiantu really didn't want to, but didn't want to appear a second **** ignorance.

"How is it possible? Master, his way is just rubbish!"

The back of the left thirteenth was soaked, and finally there was a long roar, extremely heroic.

"Even if he can create life, he is not a god!"

"What about immortals? It's not that the cultivation base is stronger than us."

The murderous intent had disappeared. Lian Qiantu glanced at the thirteenth left for the last time, then slowly turned around.

"Thirteen, he founded the Corpse Xiaozong. If you meet a disciple of the Corpse Xiaozong, you will understand that he is wrong, really wrong."

"Zexiaozong? Did God create a sect?"

The thirteen on the left was stunned, and when the thirteen on the left was stunned, the distant place was the realm of the Ten Thousand Mountains God. There are countless races in the divine border.

The territory of Shenjiang is too big, but there is a more terrifying death place. These sacred territories have divided the sacred territory into different areas.

Among these dead places, even the world's strongest will fall into them.

Neither Lingzong nor Lingwang could step on these dead places. When Xuanhuang Continent existed, these dead places had already appeared.

Shenjiang is close to the Lingzong Wuji, and there is an abyss of the sky, and it is inaccessible here. The abyss is not terrible, after all, the strong can fly in the air.

And through the abyss, there is endless yellow sand.

Within the yellow sand, it is always daylight, and these yellow sands contain the changes of the sun's essence. Any creature stepping on the yellow sand needs to rely on cultivation to resist.

Even Yukong can bear the light of Nichijin.

Even if it is a strong spiritual master, it will take three months to cross it. I have to bear the light of the sun's essence for three months, and the spirits cannot bear it either.

And through the yellow sand, it is a piece of virgin forest. In this virgin forest, tribes like medieval times appeared.

Every tribe has spirit races in it.

Feather Spirit Race, the blood of the Wing Blade God Race, and when the Divine Land was destroyed on the spot, some of the tribe returned to the Feather Spirit Race and hid in your Divine Territory.

In this mountain range, there are 24 Yuling tribes. Men and women of the Yuling tribe are born with spirit bodies, and in their blood, they can absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

The Feather Spirit Race is also one of the 300 powerful Spirit Races in this mountain range.

In the Ziling Valley, the Yuling tribe of 10,000 people was extremely empty. The tribe that used to be prosperous is full of blood.

But in the center of the tribe, a huge pit appeared. In this deep pit, there are countless corpses.

Those powerful Yuling tribesmen were all killed in the pit. Not only that, there were no wounds on these corpses, and there were strange smiles on their faces, but their hands were stained with dirt, and even bones were exposed.

Such a huge pit was actually dug by the Yuling tribe.

But in the deep pit, a vortex appeared, and in this vortex, a pair of black wings were also fluttering.

If the thirteen on the left could see it, you would be surprised, that pair of wings are also the wings of the wing-blade tribe, but not as powerful as the wings on the thirteen on the left.

"These are not enough?"

The evil voice came out in the vortex. The wings rose against the sky, and the pit was buried. In which vortex, stretched out a pale arm.

On his arms, there are peculiar scale armors with barbeds on them. This is not a human arm at all, a hand with a sharp claw, drawing weird symbols on the ground.

Corpse lines, corpse blood, instantly emerged from the vortex, revealing the deep pits of these feather spirit races.

With this peculiar energy, a roar came from under the deep pit, the ground was shaking, and blood was again flowing out of the soil.

"Still less, maybe we can make them appear?"

"The Corpse Dao Sect? I really want to kill your disciple!"

The vortex was disappearing, and the pit was dead, but half an hour later, a blood-colored arm suddenly stretched out among the mud.

His arms were extremely pale, and dark clouds appeared in the sky and the earth, and the pouring rain instantly turned this tribe into ruins.

A month later, outside the Corpse Dao Sect, a bell suddenly came.

An elder in Ledaoshan suddenly returned to the gate, and then, in the direction of the main hall, a bell came.

The bell called the mountain masters, and Lian Qiantu once again descended into the Taoist Temple.

In the evening, Lian Qiantu returned to Hell Daoshan and directly broke into the left thirteen blue palace.

Above the hall, the wings of the Wingblade Race are flying, Xiao Hei is flying, and the two guys are chasing.

There is the breath of the left thirteen on the feathers, which can blend into the bones of the left thirteen at any time.

The thirteenth from the left was knocking on the medicine and was rushed in by Lian Qiantu, almost choking.

"Master, the secret room was ruined by you, what else do you want?"

"Why don't you kill me, it's too torturous?"

Zuo Thirteen has not dared to go to the blood bead space recently. Lian Qiantu has been supervising Zuo Thirteen every moment, fearing that Zuo Thirteen will step into the evil way.

Lian Qiantu scanned for a long time, and indeed did not see what happened to the thirteenth on the left, and the thirteenth on the left seemed to have loosened, and he actually stepped into the realm of a high-grade spiritual master.

"Not bad!"

As long as the thirteenth left does not practice sorcery, Qiantu still approves the thirteenth left.

Especially when practicing Qiantu, staring at Zuo Thirteen every day, and passing down some secret techniques of Hell Daoshan, but Zuo Thirteen practiced too fast, and practicing Qian Tu felt that it was just to stimulate the master to recruit a smart apprentice.

"Thirteen, go to the main hall tomorrow to accept the task and leave the mountain!"

"Out of the mountain? Really?"

Before the thirteenth sentence was finished, a figure appeared on the ground again, and Lian Chaoyu ran out excitedly.

"I also need to go!"

"Who asked you to come here at night? It's too shameful." Lian Qiantu Youyou looked at Lian Chaoyu.

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