I am a Corpse Collector in the World of Immortal Cultivation

"Good boy, don't talk about martial arts." Chen Shenyuan suddenly stopped after traveling thousands of miles, and looked back.

Just now he exposed his murderous intent and was going to scare Chu Yuyan, but he was taken aback by the other party.

"Obviously a fair duel, the battle of Wushuang, but using Dao weapons." He was a little bit resentful.

The opponent's black sword suddenly revealed its edge, and the blooming aura made him feel dangerous and felt great terror.

Although that terrifying aura only appeared for a while, he was so keen.

The black sword is definitely not a sacred weapon, it should be the top weapon in the world, a Taoist weapon.

Non-Mahayana cannot be refined.

"However, having said that, Dongzhou hasn't produced Mahayana for a million years, yet there are still Taoist artifacts handed down." Chen Shen sighed softly, and then rushed towards the imperial city.

"I hope Xiao Chu won't be hit by me. Dangshi Wushuang is still him, and I'm just passing by."

...

At the same time, on the ground devastated by the aftermath of the peerless world, Chu Yuyan, who was dressed in black and stained with blood, was still looking at the direction in which Chen Shen left, with a dazed expression.

He was defeated, and wanted to use the Void Return to challenge the body, but he failed to defeat the first opponent he picked.

On the contrary, it finally convinced him that the opponent was hiding his strength.

It seems that he didn't use all his strength to defeat him, the unparalleled and peerless powerhouse in the world.

Chu Yuyan's eyes were complicated, and he recalled the other party's frivolous words.

Could it be that the fit really used 2% of its strength?

"No! If he is really like this, then I will lose even if I am in the same situation as him, but who am I? Chu Wushuang!"

He shook his head lightly. This kind of thinking is too far-fetched, and it's almost off the charts.

"Perhaps, this person is the peerless arrogance of a certain Xianzong Xuezang. He possesses top-grade spiritual roots and a king's body, which is several times more terrifying than a real dragon's body."

Even if the holy grandson is on the first level of integration, Chu Yuyan is confident that he can defeat him, but today, he was still defeated by an unknown strongman.

The most frustrating thing was that he was an opponent he picked at will.

"Pingxian." Chu Yuyan lowered his head, staring at the black sword in his hand.

In this life, he was defeated for the first time. Although he was in a low state, his spirit was still knocked down a lot.

Moreover, if he didn't have the Immortal Leveling Artifact in his hand, he might be planted here tonight.

Ping Xianjian, one of the few Dao artifacts of Misty Immortal Sect, he is the face of Immortal Sect, with unparalleled talent, so he is naturally qualified to hold it.

However, there is no complete Taoist instrument in the world.

The East Continent is drifting away, and the Mahayana is gone. These Taoist artifacts refined millions of years ago have begun to decay, and they all have defects.

...

"There's still half a month left before the grand event starts. In the imperial city, all the talents from all walks of life have rushed over."

On the second day, Chen Shen, Shi Can and others met again at Xianshenju.

The main reason is that a group of Luck masters usually have a lot of free time and there are still many spirit stones, so these days they drink in Xianshenju almost every day.

"Why didn't Lao Chu come?"

"I sent him a summons, but unfortunately he ignored me." Shi Can said.

cough cough.

Chen Shen drank a glass of wine in silence without saying anything.

"Look, the top three figures in the Immortal Sword Sect sequence are here." At this moment, someone exclaimed in surprise, and everyone looked over.

"Xianshenju is definitely the second place in Hengdian, and almost all famous people can squat there." Chen Shen said in his heart.

Outside the restaurant, a group of people came, all disciples of Xianjianzong.

There are a few familiar ones, such as Fairy Zhuyan and her Taoist companion.

The leader carrying a long sword wrapped in white cloth on his back is the No. 2 figure in the Immortal Sword Sect sequence, Yan Zangfeng.

Possessing the supreme sword body in the king's body, he is a natural swordsman.

"This person's spiritual root is only top-grade, but his sword body is too strong. Few people in the same realm can beat his sword."

Yan Zangfeng was dressed in blue, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and he looked very extraordinary.

"Yan Zangfeng is not number one even if he is so strong, and I don't know who that Sequence One is, and the Immortal Sword Sect has not made it public." Someone sighed.

Chen Shen and the others were silent. Chu Yuyan broke the news. If it was not bad, the Sequence One should be the new saint son.

That is to say, the young man beside Zhu Yan, who looks handsome, but looks very low-key.

Xianjianzong and his party went to the second floor and went to the private room.

Not long after, a person rushed over, it was the holy grandson Li Xuan.

"Yan Zangfeng is on the first floor of the void, and the holy grandson came here to challenge him." Someone said in a low voice.

Sheng Sun not only wants to challenge the unparalleled position, but also is a militant himself.

Since defeating a Void-returning master from Misty Immortal Sect last time, he has challenged several others one after another, without any defeat.

However, although those people have some reputations, their strength is not the top group of people.

So Sun Sun set his sights on the top talents.

"If this battle is won, it will shock the world." The voice of discussion gradually rose, looking forward to the upcoming battle.

Boom!

The holy grandson was in a hurry and did not disappoint everyone. After a while, there was a huge fluctuation on Xianshenju's head.

Everyone who was still eating ran out to eat melons.

hum!

A late-stage strongman made a move, marking the battlefield for the two Tianjiao.

It has to be the holy grandson, if it is someone else, how dare they make a move in the imperial city at will.

"Wonderful!"

There was applause.

The battle didn't last long, and they were all returning to the virtual combat power. The strength was terrifying, and each breath was enough to collide for hundreds of rounds.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the winner was determined, and the Saint Sun won the battle, defeating Tianjiao, the second-ranked Tianjiao of the Immortal Sword Sect.

"Counting romantic figures, but also looking at the present, this era is definitely the saint's grandson!"

"Chu Wushuang is second, there is no doubt about it!"

Many people praised it one after another.

"I wish I could fight with you!"

In the sky, the saint grandson's robes fluttered, his heroic posture was tall and straight.

At this time, not far from Li Xuan, violent fluctuations occurred.

The space was torn apart, revealing a pair of slender hands.

Immediately afterwards, a young man in a black robe walked out of the void.

With a stern face, he said coldly.

"That is?"

"That's the first person in Taoism, cold and stern, returning to the perfect state of returning to the void! To tear apart the space, only Peerless can do it, this person is not a fit, it's better than a fit!"

"The gap between Void Return and Fusion is too big, far beyond the gap between Void Return and Huashen. When it was cold and perfect, it was half a move better than the peerless powerhouse. It was extremely terrifying."

As the realm is getting higher and deeper, it is difficult to cross the realm. In the current world, returning to the void and combining with one another is already the limit.

As for the fit to win the tribulation? have! It is impossible to do anything that is not heavenly.

Leng Jun can be combined with returning to the void and defeating, which can be called the ceiling of combat power.

Of course, if Chu Wushuang is perfect, he can do the same, and it is estimated that he can break through this ceiling.

The saint grandson looked at this person, his fighting spirit surged, and a light flashed in his eyes.

Obviously, only this kind of invincible genius can arouse his interest now.

"I'll wait for you!" He said in a stern and cold voice, turned around indifferently, and stepped into the space crack that hadn't dissipated.

"The face is stern, the name is Leng Jun, the speech is stern, the back is stern, it is really stern!"

Leng Jun, who was about to disappear, staggered suddenly, and he was about to turn around, but unfortunately the space was closed, and the angry face could not be seen.

It is not peerless, and it is impossible to tear apart the space at will.

Boom!

A figure came quickly from somewhere in the imperial city, it was stern and angry.

"Tearing up the space to pretend to be aggressive in the imperial city is a stern approach."

Leng Jun, who arrived at the scene again, received a critical hit of 10,000 points.

Should be able to update the day after tomorrow