The blood surged and kept gathering into the sarcophagus.
In this battle, many of the original zombies died, and the losses were heavy, with 70% to 80% lost.
But the rest are undoubtedly elite.
There are more than 280 original zombies alive, the least among them are at the late stage of the Holy Lord Realm, and the number at the Peak Realm has reached more than 80.
There are two more, which are newly promoted to the perfection state.
I don’t know if this counts as fighting to support fighting.
Although the losses are enough, as long as you survive, you will gain more.
"Master, we are driving tigers to devour wolves this time, but we don't know if tigers will cause trouble."
Looking at the surging blood in the back mountain, Patriarch Donglai felt vaguely worried.
Chen Muyu shook his head, "It's unnecessary to worry about these things now."
In the current situation, even if they knew that raising tigers would be dangerous, they still had to keep them.
The existence of the original corpse not only consumes the power of alien beasts from outside the realm, but its corpse energy also infects many alien beasts. When these alien beasts return to that realm, they must also cause some trouble to that realm.
Chen Muyu actually doesn't think much of these origin corpses. Although the individual combat power is very strong, the number is too small after all. If Mu Yi hadn't killed the beast king this time and the beasts retreated in time, I'm afraid that the corpses would have been completely destroyed.
The army was destroyed.
Looking at the teleportation channel in the distance, Chen Muyu was very curious about what the world on the other side was like.
Why not just let the strong one come directly, but choose to go from weak to strong one after another?
Give him the feeling of playing a game and completing a dungeon.
Is it restricted by some kind of rules?
I can’t figure it out, so I simply don’t think about it.
Anyway, he was curious, and he didn't have the heart or courage to explore other worlds now.
Within the mountain-protecting formation, the original corpse energy permeated every corner, just like garbage, scattered everywhere. There were hundreds of thousands of them at least.
Chen Muyu looked at it with greed, hesitating whether to take a risk, withdrew the formation, and went in to absorb all the original corpse energy.
He has been interested in these original corpse energies for a long time.
"Master, my brother just sent me a message, and they are already on their way back."
At this time, Kuihou's voice came from his ears.
Chen Muyu came back to his senses and frowned slightly, "Are they back?"
It was obviously a bit of an accident.
A message had been sent to them a few months ago, but the news had never been heard, and it's crazy that they didn't respond at all.
Why did you come back suddenly now?
There should be only two months left in the half-year period. If the three of them came back at this time, wouldn't they want to go find Zhongzhou?
"The distance is too far, it is difficult to transmit information, and the information I received is limited, but if nothing unexpected happens, I am indeed back." Kuihou said seriously.
"That's fine."
Chen Muyu thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Just leave this mess to them to solve."
He is not a savior. He can control the situation in front of him temporarily, and he has done his best.
For the rest, with his strength, he can't do anything.
Looking back at the Kuishan Sect, the group turned and evacuated.
Now that they are coming back, they are not in a hurry to collect the original corpse energy. After they come back, they will definitely open the big formation, and then they can take the opportunity to collect it. Even if there is any accident, someone will be sure of it.
The existence in the sarcophagus seems to be a hidden danger, but now, they don't care about it.
…
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Time flies, and ten days pass.
Kuishan Sect welcomed a group of unexpected visitors.
Ling Kuang, and the strong men under his command.
Near Kuishan Mountain, there are two peak-level monks staying behind.
They are Cong Xiang, the ancestor of Tianyun Kingdom, and Liu Kuan, the ancestor of Qianlong Kingdom.
Both of them are monks from the southern camp, and they take turns taking care of Kuishan's situation here to avoid any accidents.
When they discovered that a large number of strong men were approaching Kui Mountain, the two of them immediately rushed over to check the situation.
When they saw the group of monks in front of them, the two of them were very surprised.
There are dozens of people, among them, there are probably more than ten in the Perfection Realm, and the rest are almost all in the Peak Realm.
The point is, these faces are all unfamiliar.
This is an unknown force.
And looking at them coming in a menacing manner, it doesn't look like they are here to help.
They haven't heard of any forces being invited to help out recently.
So, immediately, the two of them sent a message to Xingdou Palace.
"Where are you guys from?"
The two of them stepped forward to greet each other, and Cong Xiang cupped his hands and asked about each other's origins.
The first few people glanced at the two of them, obviously not taking them seriously, and stepped aside. Ling Kuang stood up.
The two of them looked at Ling Kuang in front of them. His face was equally unfamiliar, but judging from his position, he seemed to be the leader of the group.
The two people quickly raised their hands and asked for advice.
Ling Kuang glanced at the two of them, without saying a word, he forced out a drop of his heart, flicked his finger, and flew directly towards the two of them.
The two of them subconsciously wanted to dodge, but they were held hostage by two strong men in the Perfection Realm next to them, and they couldn't dodge at all.
Two drops of hard work poured directly into their foreheads.
The two of them immediately stopped.
A pair of eyes suddenly became dull, as if someone had taken away their soul.
"Take it down."
Ling Kuang's face turned slightly pale, and the next second, the two people were dragged to the rear.
An old man with a white beard came to Ling Kuang's side and said, "Master, this is the Kuishan Sect."
Without him having to say anything, Ling Kuang's eyes were already looking at the Kuishan Sect's gate.
It was said to be a mountain gate, but it has now become a ruin.
It was eerily quiet inside the mountain gate, but the traces of the aftermath of the war could still be clearly seen.
Ling Kuang didn't know what happened here, he just felt something was wrong and frowned slightly.
"Have you been here?" Ling Kuang asked directly.
The white-bearded old man nodded, "I think back then, I also participated in the battle of Kuishan Sect, but at that time I was just a monk in the middle stage of the Holy Lord Realm. It was also in that battle that the sect was destroyed, and what was left of us
Several senior brothers can only go overseas..."
Ling Kuang was obviously not interested in hearing his stories and immediately said, "Is this mountain protection formation always there?"
The mountain-protecting formation in front of him made him feel strange.
How many years have passed and the Kuishan Sect is long gone? Why is the mountain protection formation still open?
The key point is that there are ruins in this formation.
There is no possibility of someone reoccupying the Kuishan Sect’s gate and starting a new business.
The white-bearded old man also felt strange.
"This mountain-protecting formation is amazing. Back then, countless strong men besieged the Kuishan Sect. The Kuishan Sect relied on this mountain-protecting formation and persisted for several months. In the end, the Kuishan Sect's insiders found an opportunity to close the formation.
Only then can we attack it, otherwise, the battle will last for who knows how long."
Thinking about it now, the white-bearded old man still has lingering fears.
Ling Kuang frowned slightly.
Another old man with a red beard said, "Master, this formation is open, and we can't get in."
