"It shouldn't be possible. For the sake of an undead spirit, the Thirteen Tribes of Yajue have been trapped here for generations to suppress the great demon. It's not worth the gain. Besides, although the undead spirit is strong, it's not enough to kill the Thirteenth Tribe of Yajue.
Unless, this is not the undead, but may be some kind of powerful existence unknown to me."
Qin Yu fell into deep thought. Although he was not a member of the Thirteenth tribe of Yajue, he had learned a lot about the Yajue clan in the past few months while spending time with the blood apes. What Qin Yu couldn't figure out was that the Thirteenth clan of Yajue
Didn't the ancestors of the tribe think about the consequences of their suppression of the great demon, so that their descendants would stay here and continue to suppress it for generations to come?
If it wasn't for any deep hatred, the Yaizhen ancestors would not have done such a reckless thing.
Wait, could it be that this great demon really did something to anger the ancestors of Yaju? So, the ancestors of Yaju must suppress it at all costs?
Qin Yu suddenly remembered Xiaoling's colorful eyes. Logically speaking, the undead spirit is at best a soul body similar to the fire spirit, but why are its eyes so weird? And they seem to contain endless power?
Qin Yu only felt that this place of death was too mysterious, but what he could be sure of was that this place of death was definitely related to the great demon that suppressed it. That great demon should be of the Death Slave lineage. Otherwise, it would be impossible for these dead people to
Will become a dead slave.
"Is there still the remnant soul of the great demon in this land of death? Refining the dead people into death slaves? Unfortunately, the remnant soul of the great demon is not something I can resist, and I cannot get the refined death slave from him.
Method." Qin Yu sighed. He is not the kind of greedy person. He will be satisfied if he can get the blood of Yazhen on the seventh floor of the tower. If he can conquer the undead, it will be an unexpected surprise.
Qin Yu would not have extravagant hopes for the method of refining a dead slave. It was not that Qin Yu didn't want to, but that the thirteen ancestors of Yaizhen could suppress it together. The remnant soul of the great demon was probably extremely terrifying, and he could not touch it now.
Touched.
Perhaps, this is the reason why ancestor Yaizhen restricted the entry to only clansmen who are under the heavenly realm. Once those with high cultivation level enter, I am afraid that the strength of the dead slaves will be stronger, and then... they may be out of control.
"I don't know if the remnants of the great demon still have a way to refine dead slaves. If so, there may be unexpected surprises when entering the abyss." Qin Yu said to himself.
After calming down his inner thoughts, Qin Yu began to focus on subduing the little spirits and continued to run the Immortal Art of Heavenly Dao.
Dozens of times in a row, Xiao Ling was attracted by the fire of death, and every time Qin Yu would talk to Xiao Ling, but Xiao Ling seemed to be mentally immature, and left every time after getting the fire of death.
Fortunately, the power of death is strong here. After absorbing enough power of death, the fire of death continues to expand, allowing Qin Yu to have enough fire of death to lure the little spirit.
Although he has not yet succeeded, Xiaoling stays with Qin Yu longer and longer, giving Qin Yu a glimmer of hope.
And if it absorbs the power of death for a long time, the fire of death will continue to transform.
At this time, the fire of death was already the size of two fists, and its main flame had been floating in the dantian. Qin Yu separated the flames it burned and flowed into the meridians.
Over time, Qin Yu's Gang Yuan actually contained a lot of fire of death. With the addition of Xuan Lei, the power of Qin Yu's Gang Yuan also increased significantly.
In the blink of an eye, another half year has passed. Qin Yu's cultivation has also reached the peak of the third level of Tianque. His dantian has further expanded, and the blood pill is as big as a fist. The mysterious thunder that permeates the air becomes thicker. If he continues to practice
In a year and a half, Qin Yu was sure of breaking through to the Spiritual Infant Realm.
But Qin Yu did not make a breakthrough here, but prepared to find the blood of Yaju.
After stopping the operation of the Immortal Art of Heavenly Dao, after the fire of death integrated into the body, the little spirit disappeared again. Qin Yu didn't care, as long as he summoned the fire of death, the little spirit would definitely appear.
Controlling the fire of death to fill his whole body, Qin Yu left the cave and began to search for the blood of Yaizhen.
The land of death is unknown. Because his spiritual consciousness cannot be used, Qin Yu can only rely on his naked eyes to search for the blood of Yazui. Therefore, he increases his speed to the extreme and freely shuttles through the land of death. I am afraid that if someone from the Yazui family is killed,
When they saw it, their eyes would pop out in shock. This was the place where countless of their ancestors died.
Along the way, Qin Yu encountered a lot of undead spirits. The deeper he went into the land of death, the stronger the dead slaves became, and some were stronger than the dead slaves fighting apes. This made Qin Yu extremely frightened. Fortunately, there was death.
fire, otherwise, these dead slaves alone would be enough to make him hate himself.
"No wonder few people from the Yaizhen clan who come in can leave alive. After entering this place, they are like headless flies, scurrying around. Once these dead slaves are alerted, even the most proud of heaven will die miserably."
At this time, Qin Yu was standing in front of a young dead slave. This young man had been dead for an unknown period of time. The clothes he was wearing had rotted and turned into several pieces hanging on his body. This young man was different from other dead slaves. His body was covered with scars.
, but these wounds do not seem to be fatal injuries, and there are no blood stains on the wounds, and they seem to have appeared after death.
Moreover, what confused Qin Yu was that the dead slave was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was meditating.
"It's strange, can a dead slave also practice?" Qin Yu was surprised. This young man should not have been very old before he died, but his strength was definitely stronger than that of the war ape, because the power of death permeating the young man's body was particularly strong.
.
"It seems that dead slaves are not as simple as they thought. However, if a dead person can practice cultivation, wouldn't it be too shocking?" Qin Yu muttered.
It's probably the first time since Qin Yu's encounter with a dead slave that he could look at him at close range, right?
After pondering for a while, Qin Yu retreated ten feet away and quietly removed the fire of death from his body. The moment the fire of death dissipated, the young death slave suddenly opened his eyes. His speed was so fast that Qin Yu's naked eyes were blinded.
Unable to catch him, he picked up a dark red broadsword beside him and launched an attack.
"boom!"
The ground shook violently, and earth and rocks flew everywhere.
Qin Yu was startled, and he quickly dodged. The fire of death enveloped his whole body. When he looked at the place where he was standing, he saw that the broad knife was submerged into the ground and only the handle was exposed.
"What a terrifying speed!" Qin Yu gasped, and what surprised him even more was that the dead slave turned his head slowly and looked around, looking like a normal person.
"Could it be that the dead slave has begun to give birth to undead spirits in his body? How is it possible? Impossible. If undead spirits were so easy to breed, I'm afraid the undead spirits would have gone rampant long ago. This dead slave should still retain the consciousness of his life." Qin Yuxin
He was shocked and became more and more curious about the bloodline of the dead slave.
Without noticing Qin Yu, the young man made a move with his right hand, and the broad knife returned to the young man's hand. The young man put the broad knife aside and continued to sit down cross-legged.
Qin Yu watched from the side from beginning to end. The young man's actions shocked Qin Yu. If it weren't for his dull eyes, this young man would be no different from a living person.
"You can still maintain your consciousness after death. There is something extraordinary about the death slave lineage being so famous in the Hongyuan period." Qin Yu walked to the young man, looked at the young death slave, and accidentally turned his eyes to the dark red man next to him.
On the broad knife.
The broad knife is about eight feet long and one foot wide. It is dark red in color, as if it has been soaked in blood for countless years and dried up. Although the surface of the knife is covered with a lot of broken soil, it is difficult to hide the complex lines on it.
The overall shape is very peculiar. The back of the sword is wide and thick and curves up towards the tip, which looks particularly domineering. The joint between the blade and the handle is slightly concave towards the back of the sword, looking like a keel.
What made Qin Yu's eyes narrow slightly was that there was a mark on the handle of the broad sword.
This mark gave Qin Yu a vague feeling of familiarity.
Looking away at the young man, Qin Yu put the broad knife into the Naxu Ring at extremely fast speed, turned around and ran away.
The young man seemed to have noticed something. He raised his head suddenly, and reflexively grabbed the broad knife with his right hand. He grabbed it twice but missed it. For a moment, the young man looked around, grabbed it a few times and missed it again.
"Ouch..." The young man let out a hoarse roar, which seemed to be angry, and turned into a black light and rushed towards the direction Qin Yu left.