As Wang Yan finished speaking, a group of temple disciples took action one after another, knocking down countless spiritual treasures and talismans at that strange place.
In an instant, the ground there was shattered, with cracks running through it.
As the smoke and dust rose, it gradually obscured everyone's sight.
The next moment, there was a loud gasp of air, and even Wang Yan's face turned completely pale.
"What is that..."
At this time, they saw nine black corpses standing neatly in the broken ground.
only!!
These corpses are completely different from ordinary ancient corpses. Instead of being gloomy and lifeless, there is actually a faint wisp of vitality surrounding them.
"How is it possible? What kind of method is this?"
Wang Yan looked horrified. Before he could react from the shock, he saw the nine black corpses marching towards the temple disciples in unison.
"Buzz."
Heaven and earth hum!!
The entire world was suddenly covered by a black light, and there were many corpses.
Immediately afterwards, bursts of heart-rending screams resounded throughout the entire world.
Deep in the ancient forest, Ling Xiao and Jiang Mengli stood side by side, looking at the temple disciples who were torn to pieces one by one, with different expressions on their faces.
At this time, there was no wave on Ling Xiao's face, but there was a deep look in his eyes, as if he was guessing.
In Jiang Mengli's eyes, there was a kind of real horror and awe, and there was obviously some pain in his eyes when he looked at Ling Xiao.
At this moment, she suddenly understood the true horror of Ling Xiao.
This young master seems to have seen through everything a long time ago, but he doesn't bother to argue with himself.
"Sir...what are these?"
"It should be a witch corpse."
Ling Xiao's expression was indifferent, which immediately made Jiang Mengli frown slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Wizard? Young Master is talking about people from the Witch Clan, right?"
"It's a corpse slave refined by the Witch Clan."
Ling Xiao nodded lightly. He had heard Ning'er say before that there were some powerful men in the Wu Clan who could summon hundreds of millions of corpse puppets with a wave of their hands. One person could defeat an entire realm.
Although the nine great witch corpses in front of us are not at a high level, only at the level of seventy thousand kalpas, they still have vitality in them. Does this mean...the master who controls them has not yet died?
Or perhaps, this fire domain has long been controlled by the people of the Witch Clan?
Ling Xiao stood there, frowning in thought.
From the various changes he had experienced before, Ling Xiao could probably guess that the God of War from the old heaven was probably inextricably linked to the Wu Clan.
It's just that he never showed up. He only controlled the chess pieces to plot the entire Xuantian Immortal Domain, so he didn't give Ling Xiao a chance to kill him.
Of course, what Ling Xiao is really interested in is not the old heavenly war god, but his legendary fiancée.
"Witch Clan? Why is there a Witch Clan here?"
Jiang Mengli's face was stunned, and her eyes were obviously confused.
This fire domain is the dojo of a saint from the human race. How come there are traces of the witch race?
With the strength of the Flame Saint, what kind of strong man from the Witch Clan would dare to be so presumptuous in front of him?
"have no idea."
Ling Xiao shook his head, also confused about the situation in front of him.
Coincidence?
The Witch Ancestor who appeared in the Xuantian Immortal Realm before also practiced the way of fire and was respectfully called the Fire Ancestor by the people of the Witch Clan.
And this inheritance in the endless fire domain was left by a human saint, who also practiced the way of fire.
The Fire Ancestor tried every possible means, even to destroy his soul, to plot against a group of contemporary people, and to use some of these destined people to enter the world of Immortal Tomb, he must have a very big plan.
Is it possible that there are some secrets in this that Ling Xiao has not seen?
"Who is it...?"
Ling Xiao smiled helplessly, his eyes becoming deeper and more solemn.
As we all know, this Immortal Tomb is the foothold of the human race today.
The Immortal Tomb itself is actually a mausoleum, in which is buried a being who is said to symbolize the destiny of the human race.
Who is he, and what role does he play in this human-witch chess game?
"What?"
Jiang Mengli's face was stunned, and she looked at Ling Xiao with some confusion, "What did the young master say?"
"Nothing, don't you want that magical flower? You can take action now."
Ling Xiao didn't say much, or in other words, he didn't fully trust Jiang Mengli.
"But…"
Jiang Mengli pursed her red lips and glanced fearfully in the direction of the nine witch corpses.
Her strength is indeed stronger than Wang Yan, but it is not to the point of being completely crushed.
Today, the disciples of the Holy Fire Palace are almost dead and injured, and only Wang Yan is left struggling to support them.
At this time, Jiang Mengli rashly took action to snatch fate. What was the difference between Jiang Mengli and seeking death?
"Don't worry, leave the nine witch corpses to me."
Ling Xiao looked indifferent, since he was a corpse slave, he was controlled by his soul.
And with Ling Xiao's methods, isn't it easy to control several witch corpses?
Hearing this, Jiang Mengli's face was stunned, and a touch of pain gradually appeared in his eyes, "Why are you so nice to me?"
"Um?"
Ling Xiao raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head helplessly.
Did you see it, brothers?
Next time you encounter someone so cold and seemingly inhumane, don't hesitate and just go to them.
Compared with those who are outgoing and smile and mingle with the opposite sex every day, they are actually more likely to be influenced by emotions.
"Buzz."
Ling Xiao took one step forward, leaving Jiang Mengli with a firm and upright background, and ran directly towards the nine witch corpses.
In his hands, the ancient war halberd emerged from the sky, with a momentum that swept across the heavens, shattering all the void in front of him.
"Dangdang."
The sound of the collision of gold and iron was heard loudly, and the figures of the nine witch corpses suddenly fell in all directions.
"Um?"
Seeing this, Wang Yan's desperate face finally showed a hint of hope, and he raised his head and looked towards Ling Xiao.
"It's you?!"
Wang Yan's eyes trembled, he took a deep breath and bowed to Ling Xiao, "Thank you, Master."
only!!
The moment he finished speaking, he saw the black halberd still smashing towards him with an unstoppable momentum.
"Huh? I said you mua..."
Wang Yan's relaxed mind suddenly became tense, and his whole body felt cold to the bone.
He had just been besieged by the Nine Corpses, he had already suffered serious injuries, and he had just completely relaxed his mind. He never expected that Ling Xiao would suddenly kill him.
Even though he reacted extremely quickly, the moment the ancient halberd fell, his figure still flew out in a panic and fell directly to the ground, with all the bones in his body seemingly broken.
"Ouch...Ouch..."
Wang Yan fell to the ground, wailing in pain.
The next moment, his expression suddenly froze, and he watched helplessly as the nine witch corpses abandoned Ling Xiao and appeared in front of him.
"Gulu."
At this moment, Wang Yan felt numb from head to toe.