"If it's a puppet, there should be a way to control it."
Chen Ling's breathing froze slightly and his eyes brightened slightly.
The dry corpse in front of him has an extremely terrifying aura. Although it is evil, the terrifying aura is enough to prove that if it is a puppet, its strength is definitely superior to him.
That is the realm of the great sage.
If you could control a puppet like this...
Chen Ling licked his lips and remained vigilant. He approached the body and searched carefully.
For a long while, Chen Ling's face was full of disappointment.
There is no information inside the coffin.
He even had the courage to search the body, but found nothing.
For a long time, Chen Ling's expression kept changing.
"Put this thing away first."
Chen Ling waved his sleeves, and the huge black coffin was placed in the Qiankun Ring.
Scanning the rear, the broken space has long been healed.
This area has once again returned to the dead silence of Gujing Wubo.
Chen Ling's figure flew up and rushed out of the debris belt.
Eighth team camp.
There were nearly thirty people standing in the open space, most of them wearing purple clothes.
In front of everyone, corpses were placed on the ground. Some were dressed in purple, some were dressed in black and white, and they were all warriors of the eighth team.
Seven people died.
In just a few days, seven people died in a row. This was the heaviest loss during the eighth team's time here.
An extremely depressing atmosphere filled the air above the camp.
When Chen Ling arrived, he saw this scene.
Everyone's eyes swept over him one after another.
"Where is Qin Yuan?"
Seeing Chen Ling returning safely, Jin Xiao frowned and said.
"I don't know, but with his strength, he shouldn't be able to die." Chen Ling said calmly.
Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at Chen Ling in surprise.
Someone had already come back to report on the fight between Qin Yuan and Chen Ling.
What is Qin Yuan’s identity and strength?
Everyone present knew it very well.
It is evident that the newly arrived newcomer, who has reached the high level of Saint, is not afraid of Qin Yuan, and can even fight with him to no avail.
Even the great sage looked at Chen Ling with no contempt in his eyes.
Jin Xiao looked at Chen Ling with a gloomy expression, and then said, "Did you find anything unusual in the debris belt?"
"abnormal?"
Chen Ling glanced at the corpses on the ground, raised his brows, pondered for a moment, then waved his sleeves, revealing the giant black coffin.
"That's what I discovered."
The huge black coffin has a strong evil aura.
"What is this?"
"What an evil aura. How could something like this appear in the debris belt?"
"Zombie spirit, this is the corpse spirit."
Everyone stared closely at the giant coffin, and suddenly one person exclaimed.
As soon as the word "corpse spirit" came out, Chen Ling saw the expressions of many warriors change drastically.
Jin Xiao appeared in front of the giant coffin and brushed his hand over the body.
"Damn it, why did the corpse spirit appear here?"
"Commander, the disciples of Tianfu Sect have been experiencing frequent turmoil in the past few days. Could it be related to this corpse spirit?" A young man in purple said with a serious look.
"The corpse spirits are specially made from the corpses of warriors, and their methods are cruel. Could this be a conspiracy of the Tianfu Sect? They are trying to catch us all in one go." Another young man in purple spoke.
Refined from the corpse of a warrior.
Chen Ling's expression changed. Looking at the changes in everyone's expressions, it was obvious that this corpse spirit was not simple.
Is the Tianfu Sect going to kill all the temple disciples in one fell swoop?
He was slightly confused.
Jin Xiao's expression changed, he took a deep look at the corpse spirit, then looked at the crowd and said, "How many people are still outside now?"
"Only Qin Yuan is left."
After a short silence, a young man said.
Chen Ling recognized this person. He was the one who was following Qin Yuan.
Everyone saw that Jin Xiao's face became even more ugly.
No one dared to speak.
Chen Ling's eyes gradually fell on the seven corpses on the ground.
Seven people were killed, including five great saints.
Thinking of the atmosphere surrounding this matter, even though he was new to the debris belt, he could guess that something big was about to happen in the debris belt.
"One person from each team will be vigilant at the edge of the debris zone. The others will stay in the camp for the time being."
"No matter what conspiracy the Tianfu Sect has, we will remain unchanged to cope with the ever-changing situation."
Jin Xiao's cold voice sounded slowly.
After the words fell, Jin Xiao walked to the giant coffin.
Whoosh!
In the horrified gaze of everyone, Jin Xiao slapped the corpse spirit on the forehead.
A drop of blood flowed down the palm of his hand and into the head of the corpse spirit.
Jin Xiao wants to control the corpse spirit!
Even a fool can see Jin Xiao's intentions.
Chen Ling's eyes widened and he stared closely at the movement of the corpse spirit.
Buzz~
After a few breaths, a majestic evil aura suddenly swept out.
Jin Xiao immediately retreated.
The corpse spirit stood up straight from the giant coffin, with a pair of sunken and contracted pupils, cold and gloomy.
"go."
Jin Xiao narrowed his eyes and pointed at a mountain peak behind the camp.
call out!
The zombie spirit stepped forward and arrived in an instant. A palm rolled up a towering dark light and fell on the mountain peak.
boom!
The earth shook and the mountains shook, and the mountain peak hundreds of feet high was completely shattered by a palm, sinking deep into the ground.
hiss!
There were gasps from the crowd.
"At least it's a corpse spirit in the realm of the Great Sage." Chen Ling's eyes lit up and he swallowed secretly.
It's a pity, it would be better if this corpse spirit was controlled by him.
There was dead silence.
"If you can refine the Great Saint Corpse Spirit, the opponent's strength is at least as good as mine, or even stronger." Jin Xiao looked solemn.
"Commander, is it possible that this giant coffin was just brought here by the turbulent flow of space?"
Chen Ling frowned.
"It's also possible." Jin Xiao nodded, glanced at Chen Ling and said: "No matter what the possibility is, be careful recently and see what happens in Tianfu Sect."
"Yes, Commander." Everyone nodded.
At this time, the only thing to do is to be careful and vigilant.
Brake with stillness.
Then, with a thought in Jin Xiao's mind, the corpse spirit flew back and stepped into the huge black coffin again.
Jin Xiao waved his sleeves, and the huge black coffin was placed in the Qiankun Ring.
As Jin Xiao left, everyone also dispersed.
"Chen Ling, has something happened to Qin Yuan?" Hongshan walked over and whispered.
Chen Ling glanced at Hongshan in surprise. Hongshan actually cared about Qin Yuan so much?
"Probably not. I'm not dead, and he won't be dead either."
Hongshan relaxed slightly when he heard the words, and immediately smiled bitterly and said: "Hey, Chen Ling, no one here will care about any grudge between you and Qin Yuan, but if something happens to you two, many of us here will suffer."
"So, I hope you can exercise some restraint."
"As long as Qin Yuan doesn't come to trouble me, I will restrain myself." Chen Ling nodded.
"That's good." Hongshan smiled helplessly and said with a change of expression: "I'm afraid the debris belt will not be peaceful recently. It's best not to step into the debris zone alone. If you have nothing to do, just stay in the camp and wait for the commander's order.
Bar."
"Um."
With the strange giant coffin corpse spirit and the movement of the Tianfu Sect, Chen Ling didn't think he was very strong here. If he stepped into the debris zone at this time, he was simply seeking death.
Hongshan nodded and left quickly.
Chen Ling looked at Hongshan's figure and frowned slightly.
Hongshan's words made him hear something strange.
Qin Yuan's identity and background are indeed terrifying, but what is his identity and background?
If something happened to the two of them, would everyone be miserable?
Could it be the Temple of Divine Martial Arts?
Chen Ling's pupils shrank. If it was the instructions from some big bosses in Shenwu Palace, then Shenwu Palace might have already made a decision about him.