Chapter 867 Chapter 171: Hysteria Leaving the Soul

Shaking away the talisman, the space slowly distorted, the talisman swelled into a pocket, and poured out a male corpse full of evil spirits. The corpse was strong and tall, and the whole body was painted with spirit blood filled with the runes of evil spirits, flowing with blood evil spirits. His body is violent and resembles a living creature, but his eyes are hollow and there is no soul.

With a wicked smile on the corner of Wang Chan's mouth, he whispered in the empty room: "The substitute is ready, you can discuss who will pick Tang Luo's head back."

With that said, the Saint Son of the Tiannan Wang family sat back in the chair, closed his eyes and rested, as if waiting for something.

After a while, Wang Chan opened his eyes and said with a smile: "I know that you will win in the end and take this arrogant kid for me."

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"Yes, just like when I was five, you will always come out to protect me when I need it most."

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"After you come back, we will go to Zhongzhou Shenchu ​​Building for a good meal!"

In the upper room of Yunxiang, there were only Wang Chan and the soulless refining corpse. The Taoist of the Tiannan Wang clan was talking to himself, obviously no one answered but he seemed to have come to a conclusion.

It’s not real, let alone dragons and phoenixes, but a strange palace that is pieced together, in which there are piles of delicacy and delicacies in the wine pond and meat forest, there are countless celestial women’s fan tents, camps built with knife handles, and hanging Palaces full of Chinese clothes and sutra buildings with thousands of books.

And in all areas with different styles, there is a **** and soul. The seven or eight-year-old boy Wang Chan in the wine pond meat forest is holding a fierce beast's thigh bone stick and eating, his mouth is full of blood.

Inside the powder tent, a 17 or 18-year-old boy, Wang Chan, is galloping with the heavenly daughter, happily.

In the camp constructed by the hilt, the twenty-five-sixth Wang Chan is topless, his sturdy divine body is covered with scars, and he is fighting against dozens of fierce beasts.

In the palace full of beautiful clothes, the decent and majestic Wang Chan sat in the center, and his Highness knelt down on his knees.

Among the numerous books in the Jingge, the elderly Wang Chan was writing a record, his eyes full of open-mindedness and unmoving peace.

The temple was manifested, the king's soul was separated, and the boy Wang Chan in the meat forest in the wine pond threw the **** bone stick in his hand and turned it into a red glow.

The boy Shenhun got into the corpse refining substitute, and his godless eyes suddenly lighted up. After the **** soul became the master, the already dead body began to breathe.

Following the breathing of the refining corpse, the blood evil spirits between heaven and earth began to gather in restlessness, eroding all the yang energy, and the temperature in the room dropped rapidly.

Recovering the manifested Soul Palace, Wang Chan stood up, walked around the recovered corpse two times, and praised: "This stand-in was originally a master of martial arts at the peak of the fierce state. The wind and thunder are surging, the internal organs are extremely strong and there are tiger and leopard thunder sounds.

"What's even more rare is that this person was born in a Yin year, Yin time, Yin engraving. It is an extremely rare three-yin body. It stands to reason that people with this life style have weak qi and weakness since childhood, and are more likely to attract evil. Body, it’s extremely difficult to live a long life, let alone practice, but the cathode must be reversed. This person was born at the time of Sun Yaoxing’s fate, born with a Nanyang vitality, and became a Taoist body of Yin and Yang harmony. I used a lot of energy. Just stripped away this life soul, and invited the onmyoji master, one of the best in the clan, to carve these runes that can condense the evil spirits of the world and preserve the death energy of the three Yin. From now on, how about using this double as your body?"

"No, don't!" Lian Zuo raised his head and roared, his voice was very similar to Wang Chan, but a bit frantic: "I don't like this body, I only want my own body!"

"I'll say it again." Wang Chan's expression was gloomy, and he said coldly, "This body belongs to me, and I am the owner of it, understand!?"

The fierce refining corpse seemed to be shocked by Wang Chan's expression at the moment, like a child scolded by an adult, just bowed his head, but couldn't help muttering, "This body is mine."

"Enough!" Wang Chan waved his hand, opened and closed his five fingers and followed a magic circle, coldly said: "Before dawn, bring Tang Luo's head back!"

The law formation was activated and the corpse refinement was teleported to the courtyard of the first mansion. The corpse refiner who had been taught by Wang Chan furiously attacked Tang Luo when he saw Tang Luo.

Just as Wang Chan described, this tyrannical body that once belonged to a master of fierce state peak physical arts, after receiving the blessing of endless blood evil, although it lost its spiritual power, it became more powerful.

The blood flowing in the dried corpse is all the filthy blood evil between heaven and earth. This extremely powerful force rushes in the blood vessels of the three-yin body, surging like a tsunami, and the spirit blood runes around the refining corpse light up. , The blood evil in the body evaporates like boiling water, attracting the evil energy between heaven and earth.

This powerful evil aura made the speed of refining the corpse reach an astonishing level, just like a red line across the space, Tang Luo, who had faded the indestructible body, had not reacted, and the fist of the corpse was already in front of him.

Tang Luo controlled his physical body to counterattack with his spiritual power. Although he hurriedly resisted, he still combined three powers.

The silver elbow and the corpse claw intersected, and the strength collided with the blood evil. The endless wind pressure shattered the beams and roof tiles, and the entire courtyard of the first mansion was turned into ruins by the stagger of the two.

And Tang Luo was lifted off by this powerful force, spinning in midair.

The corpse refining who had also endured the same strength was like a okay person. With a single kinking of his legs, he caught up with Tang Luo in mid-air, and the blood evil turned into a red cloud. However, an innate divine sword with two colors of gold and earth pierced through his chest and flew out.

It is the first time since Tang Luo completed the cultivation of the Three Carriers of Retreat that he has been so suppressed in this kind of physical skill confrontation. Although he has rushed to block and cannot do his best, he just made it clear that he can only use his body. In terms of skills, the corpse refining in front of him is better than Cao Changqing's ghost king Hanyan.

If Cao Changqing's zombies are only attacking and defending by instinct, then the refined corpse just now is no different from a living thing.

It is nothing more than the blood flowing in the living person's body, and the blood evil spirit running in the opponent's body.

Anger, tactics, and spirits in the body, what is this!

Tang Luo stabilized his figure in the air, looking at the refining corpse wrapped in blood evil in the distance, with a solemn expression.

"It hurts! It hurts!" In the blood evil, the corpse refining roared angrily: "I want to tear you apart!"

Hearing the refining corpse spoke, Tang Luo firmly confirmed his judgment and sarcastically said: "Unexpectedly, the Saint Son of the Tiannan Wang clan has trained himself to become a dead body."

"I am not Wang Chan, I am Wang Ying!"

The corpse that rushed out of the snow mist roared and swung his fists, traversing a distance of tens of meters like a teleport, and slammed into Tang Luo, fists and hands, and said in a vicious voice: "I want to help him. , Twist your head off!"

"Come, try!"

(End of this chapter)