"The zombie clan...has changed?"

Lu Qingshan looked at the leaving figure of the Cursed Corpse Master in surprise.

The evil tribe's invasion of the corpse tribe is already clear here.

However, in Lu Qingshan's view, the Yin Lord and the Ghost Lord have both returned, and it is still easy to suppress the evil clan! But at this moment, the cursed corpse master left in anger, which obviously meant that something happened to the corpse clan.

"The Bitter Corpse Master is still in the corpse clan area. Our Heavenly Corpse Veins and Cursed Corpse Veins have top-notch defenses, so there is no way they can be broken.

Could it be that the Bitter Corpse Pulse took action against the Cursed Corpse Pulse?"

Lu Qingshan was puzzled.

Originally, he and the Cursed Corpse Lord were able to suppress Ghost Sacrifice and Yinshan.

But now... Damn! I'm just playing with you.

Lu Qingshan's head hurt a little.

Gui Si and Yin Shan on the side also became happy after being stunned for a short time.

This was undoubtedly a situation they were happy to see! The two of them looked at Lu Qingshan with even more unkind eyes.

Do you want to beat him first?

Both of them had this idea.

But just now.

"puff!"

Lu Qingshan suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

His face stiffened.

And then... "Damn it!"

He cursed angrily and chose to leave.

Ghost Si: "..." Yinshan: "..." The two looked at each other.

In front of the Sixiangxie Palace, in an instant, only the two monks were left.

"This..." The two of them were both happy and confused.

The departure of the Cursed Corpse Master and Lu Qingshan doesn't mean that this place belongs to their two clans?

...cursed corpse veins.

Vientiane Xuanwu occupies the core of this river of corpses.

The Cursed Corpse Pulse cultivators all escaped in embarrassment, and many of them were crushed to death by Wanxiang Xuanwu.

They watched angrily and helplessly from a distance.

On the Xuanwu stage.

Su Xuan sat cross-legged, and the Nanmingtian coffin slowly sank into the river of corpses.

"If I want to control the fate of this river of corpses, it will take me at least six days!"

Su Xuan's eyes were extremely sharp.

It took him a month to build the Corpse River in the Bitter Corpse Vein.

This time, he will be born again and again, and he will bring the luck of the corpse river, but it will also take six days! This is his fastest speed, but the ghost master will obviously not give him such a long time! This time, he will curse the corpse master.

He will definitely come back, and when the time comes it will be the time when the Ghost Lord and the others attack Wanxiang Xuanwu again.

They didn't go all out before because the cost was too high.

But if the Cursed Corpse Master and others come back, Yin Master and the others will definitely not show mercy.

"Only by controlling the three rivers of corpses can I condense the river of luck. Then with the Xuanwu and the river of luck, I can defend against the attacks of the three tribes!"

"But I need time!"

"Since there is no time, create time."

The corner of Su Xuan's mouth was sarcastic.

"Boom boom boom!"

The corpse river began to vibrate.

This is the gathering of luck.

However, in the eyes of the Ghost Lord and others in the distance, this is the intertwining power of Wanxiang Xuanwu and Corpse River.

"He wants to occupy this place and form a defense that we can't break?"

The ghost master's eyes flashed.

"After all, it is a branch of the River of Luck. If he has some more tricks, it will be really difficult for us to break it."

The Yin Lord looked solemn.

"How about taking action directly?"

Gui Wuyou suggested.

The Ghost Lord looked at it, his expression quietly becoming fierce.

"Do it!"

Letting Su Xuan break through the cursed corpse vein defense is part of the plan and is indispensable.

But at this moment, if Su Xuan'an was in charge, they could wait a little longer before taking action, but with Su Xuan's actions, they would naturally not hesitate any longer.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Yin tribe, the ghost tribe, the Bitter Corpse Pulse, and even the Curse Corpse Pulse who were watching took action.

The momentum is violent and the power is released! "Do you really think you can control the river of corpses?"

The Ghost Lord shouted fiercely and took the lead.

"Wow!"

The strong wind blows.

Su Xuan suddenly raised his head.

"Do you really think that when I come to the Corpse Clan, I don't have any plans at all?"

Su Xuan sneered.

Everyone was shocked.

And the next moment.

"puff!"

The Bitter Corpse Master suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"No, there is a strong person attacking my Ku Shi Vein!"

Lord Ku Corpse shouted angrily, and left with the Ku Corpse Vein cultivator.

Ghost Lord: "..." Yin Lord: "..." Yin Tianheng: "..." In an instant, the momentum here weakened a bit.

Making noises in the east and attacking in the west?

The Ghost Lord and the Yin Lord looked at each other, both seeing the gloom in each other's eyes.

but.

"Do it, don't worry about the bitter corpse veins for now!"

The Ghost Lord shouted fiercely, but he was extremely decisive! "Boom!"

They stormed into Wanxiang Xuanwu arrogantly.

"snort!"

Su Xuan snorted coldly and looked back at the place shrouded in clouds and mist.

Among them, Wen Zhao and Jiang Qing had sparkles in their eyes.

"Haha, it's my turn to show off my power!"

Wen Zhao laughed. With Su Xuan's help, she had mastered a lot of power. She felt very powerful.

"boom!"

Under the control of the fifth-level spiritual emperor, Wanxiang Xuanwu unleashed a more terrifying defense than before.

"Buzz!"

The monks of the ghost tribe and the Yin tribe felt as if they were struck by lightning.

"The defense is stronger!"

"Damn it, he was hiding his clumsiness before!"
To be continued...