"Hum, I hope you didn't lie to me!"

The leader of the corpse cult hummed, and hurried from the staircase of the stupa to the 19th floor, with a faint greed in his eyes.

In his early years, he heard the dry urns say that a corpse king was suppressed within the Thunder Tower, which existed before the Kunlun Ruins, and soared all around.

Later, many saints in Kunlun Ruins joined forces to suppress them, and they were sealed in the thunder tower of the Buddha Gate. For thousands of years, they have been transformed by Dharma every day and night.

Corpse King!

Such existence has surpassed the drought, and its combat power is comparable to that of saints, and they can even tear up saints with bare hands.

Once he got it, what did Ye Nankang think about? Even if it is Zi Gaishan's old immortal, he should be jealous of three points.

At this moment, the leader of the corpse cult suddenly felt a bitter chill behind him.

next moment!

A dry hand passed through his back!

The leader of the corpse cult stared down and looked at the **** hand, then turned extremely difficult to look at the drought behind him, his eyes were full of incredible: "You ..."

He never thought that the corpse he had cultivated in his own hand would suddenly attack him.

The corpse took his heart out, licked the blood on the tip of his tongue, and sneered, "Waste like you, worthy of being my master?"

The leader of the corpse screamed, "Don't forget, I saved you from the Buddha's door, and it took me two hundred years to make you a drought!"

"so what?"

Drought sneered: "In the past two hundred years, I haven't been born and died for you? The last time Wuwu religion combined with the seven ancient peoples almost killed you, didn't I try to save you?"

"Why? Why ?!" The cadaver leader fell to the ground, his face full of regret and resentment.

"Because I waited for this day, I waited for two hundred years!"

Dr. He smiled: "If you don't gain your trust, if you don't tell you, there is a corpse king in the Thunder Tower, how can I approach the Lord!"

"Lord?"

The leader of the corpse faculty was at a loss, and then it seemed to remember something, and gritted his teeth: "The reason why you told me that there is a corpse king in the Thunder Tower, is that you want to use me to break the Buddha's light!"

"Not only that!"

Drought screamed: "It is indeed a dead king who is suppressed within the Thunder Tower, and it is my Lord!"

The leader of the corpse evangelist heard that it felt like a lightning strike.

"Two thousand and two hundred years ago, the group of shameless people used the means to suppress the Lord for over two thousand years!"

Speaking of which, the corpse's body was soaring, and his eyes were full of hate: "Now, it is time for the Lord to be born!"

"As a gift of birth to the Lord!"

It looked down at the leader of the corpse evangelist, and his eyes were full of excitement: "Your flesh and blood, your spirit, I brought the master away!"

"Do not!"

The cadaver leader roared.

...

Within half an hour, Ye Chen, under the leadership of the sorceress, arrived at the periphery of the desert in Kunxu.

Ye Chen stood on an extremely desolate mountain.

"Feng Zhu, the center of the desert is where Buddhism is located!" Wu Tianhou said with great respect.

Looking down, he saw a temple and a Buddha statue in the center of the wilderness.

Temples and Buddha statues are made up of huge stones, a bit like a pyramid, but they look very magnificent.

However, above the solemn and solemn Buddha gate, at this moment, there was an extreme black gas rushing into the clouds.

This black gas was like a demonized black dragon sweeping through the void, exuding a thick body of blood and blood.

"This is corpse!"

Wu Tian's face changed slightly, and it seemed to be a little daunting: "It seems that the Buddhist gate has been robbed, but I don't know if Luo Laogui has succeeded!"

The old Luo in his mouth is the leader of the corpse cult.

"Look at it and see!"

Ye Chen chuckled and waved his sleeve robe, turning into a violent wind and turning it into a horror shot at the Buddhist gate.

He didn't come to help Buddhism, but he suddenly became interested in the evangelical leader.

...

Forment Thunder Tower, the 19th floor!

This layer is the 19th floor forbidden by Buddhist gates, but it is a non-existent 19th floor. It is not to be seen by saints.

Therefore, over the years, no one has ever known the existence of the Nineteenth Floor, even the Prajna Zen Master is no exception.

And within the nineteenth floor.

There are also eight saints' dead corpses sitting in the gossip, and the iron chain in their hands is extended, and there is a hung in the center-the purple jade coffin!

In the purple jade coffin, at this moment was lying a man with a pale complexion and wearing a black dragon robe.

This man looks handsome, his eyebrows are like a warehouse, his eyes are like a star, his face is white like jade, and his eyebrows faintly exude the atmosphere of the world.

The body seemed to have died.

If you look closely, you will find that his forehead has a hole about the thickness of the finger, and I do n’t know what was injured. From this wound, you can see the coffin under him.

And endless matrix formations were burned around the coffin, and even Fu Xun was posted, but with the passage of time, the matrix formation has long become dim.

Han Xuan knelt on one knee in front of the purple jade coffin, and respectfully stunned his head, then a red stream of blood flashed in his hands.

The red blood stream poured slowly into the man's mouth.

The man's slightly dried flesh suddenly became full at the speed visible to the naked eye, like the desert grass encountering Ganquan.

Drought again swallowed the spirit of the leader of the corpse cult and swallowed it, then stared nervously at the man.

"call……"

I do not know how long, a faint breathing sound came from the coffin, intermittent, like the baby's birth rate.

With the sound of this breathing, the outside of the tower suddenly changed color, dark clouds covered the sun, and lightning flashed.

...

At the same time, two statures rushed into the Buddhist gate.

Wu Tianhou looked at a corpse above the ground with shock: "Master Feng, many people have died!"

"Dead body!"

Ye Chen frowned slightly, and then said, "I feel a strong body of corpse. It seems that these people were really killed by the cadaver leader!"

As Wu Tianhou was about to look around, he suddenly noticed that his head was dark, and he looked up subconsciously, and his color changed suddenly.

It's changed!

It was sunny before, but at this moment it was a dark cloud covered with thunderclouds, which seemed to be angry and angry.

Ye Chen's gaze fixed, and he suddenly looked over the Leiyin Tower, which was the center of the thundercloud.

His face was faintly dignified.

He sensed that there was a faint breath of danger gradually waking up there, even the saint in Zigai Mountain had never given him that feeling.

"This is condemnation!"

Ye Chen took a deep breath and fixedly looked at the place where Lei Yun was, and slowly said, "If you can provoke the condemnation, there must be a demon!"