Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

In fact, Murong Fu had already guessed the whole story as early as the moment he saw the wooden box.

This blood corpse master is immortal and lives on the dead souls of resentment. Naturally, he cannot be killed easily.

Therefore, this place should be his lair, protecting his body with countless grievances and taking the opportunity to regenerate.

However, his wishful thinking finally came to nothing.

As the last trace of blood mist dissipated, his bloody corpse, which had lived for thousands of years, finally returned to the sky.

"Ding ding ding!"

The clear sound of a bell came from the distance, and Murong Fu followed the sound and looked over.

But I saw that the dark swamp was constantly emitting light, colorful, colorful, and all kinds of colors changed in turns.

Murong Fu felt happy and flew to the top of the swamp. He lowered his hands hard and a golden light came out.

In the blink of an eye, the huge swamp was divided into two, creating a huge gap.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

At this time, the light became stronger and stronger, and the crisp silver bells sounded louder and louder, reverberating.

At the same time, those resentments that were originally wandering in the distance rushed towards the direction of the swamp, as if they had been summoned by something.

"Dingle! Dingle! Dingle!"

As the resentment gathered, the strange light began to undergo countless changes, and soon enveloped all the resentment.

A flash of light flashed in Murong Fu's eyes, and his gaze fell straight on the center of the circle.

"Haha, what a good thing!"

He could clearly feel that the powerful aura hidden in the center of the halo was exactly the same as that of the Blood Corpse Master, or even worse.

As he expected, the resentment was absorbed bit by bit, and the strong light slowly dissipated, revealing a dark red wooden box.

It is suspended in mid-air, shaking up and down, left and right, and you can vaguely feel the power radiating from above.

Murong Fu didn't show any pretense, he flew forward and took the wooden box into his hands, turned around and dropped it where it was.

As soon as he touched it, the ferocious face of the Blood Corpse Lord flashed in his mind, as if he was going to eat him the next moment.

"Let go, let me go quickly..."

A smile appeared on Murong Fu's lips. He raised his hand and opened the wooden box, revealing a blood-red bead.

"You! Damn it..."

In his mind, the face of the Blood Corpse Master gradually became blurry, and finally disappeared forever.

Murong Fu smiled coldly and nonchalantly took the beads in the wooden box into his hands and kept playing with them.

Just a trace of the remaining soul, but you still want to fight with me!

Immediately, he carefully looked at the blood-red bead in his hand, and a smile appeared on his face.

"This is... Corpse Pill!"

It is said that the death of a person becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a ghost, the death of a ghost becomes a hope, the death of a hope becomes a barbarian, and the death of a barbarian becomes a wei.

It took thousands of years of practice to refine this hard-won inner elixir.

And this kind of Corpse Pill contains infinite power and can summon the resentful dead souls within a hundred miles radius for your own use.

Even, it's okay...

He chuckled, threw the corpse sheet in his hand into the air, and caught it steadily again.

This one, I'm afraid, is the blood corpse master's thousands of years of hard work, and now he can get it easily.

It really lives up to that sentence: "The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unpleasant!"

He originally wanted to find Zhuge Qingyun as soon as possible, and had no intention of getting too entangled with the blood corpse master.

If he hadn't been seeking death, he wouldn't have ended up in such a tragic end.

The Corpse Pill slowly became hot in the palm of his hand and began to change colors continuously.

Soon, the resentful and dead souls in the distance came one after another following the light, circling around Murong Fu, as if waiting for orders.

Murong Fu looked around curiously, and then said in a cold voice: "Everyone, please step aside!"

As soon as these words came out, those things that were originally gathered together dispersed far away in the blink of an eye, and disappeared within a moment.

"Hahaha, it's really a top-notch treasure, it's quite interesting!"

Murong Fu smiled and shook his head, put the Corpse Pill in his arms, waved it with his hand, and left this illusion with satisfaction.

He has already thought about where to go with this Corpse Pill. Zombie Xiaotong still has some opportunities to cultivate, and this Corpse Pill can just help him.

When he came to his senses again, his eyes met the panicked face of Bodhisattva Miaoyi.

"Murong Fu! You finally woke up. What happened to you just now?" She shook Murong Fu's body anxiously, almost crying.

Murong Fu looked at her pitiful appearance, showed a warm smile, and stretched out his hand to touch her bare head.

He felt a little moved in his heart: "Haha, I just mistakenly entered an illusion, are you so worried?"

Miaoyi Nu Bodhisattva's eyes turned red, she threw herself into his arms, and said in a muffled voice: "Don't do this again next time!"

"you do not know……"

"You don't know how worried, scared and frightened I am!"

Murong Fu patted her back gently and comforted her softly: "Okay, okay, I won't do it next time!"

"Don't leave me alone again!"

"It's all up to you."

The two people are lingering and affectionate, from sunrise to dusk, from the moon and the stars to the three poles above the sun.

The two people hugged each other, feeling the warmth and heat of each other, and began to sink in and out...

"Have we forgotten something?" Bodhisattva Miaoyi raised her head from her hard chest and spoke softly.

Murong Fu's eyes were a little dazed, and he thought for a long time before he said, "What did you forget?"

"that……"

"Zhuge Qingyun!"

Murong Fu suddenly remembered, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

When he raised his head, a green light flashed in the sky not far away.

It is Zhuge Qingyun's famous work - [Qiyun Jue] M..

"Good brother, wait for me!" He took the hand of Miaoyi Bodhisattva and rushed in that direction.

On the other side, Zhuge Qingyun was exhausted at this moment, and there were five kinds of poisons all over his body, staring at him eagerly all the time.

For three days and three nights, he didn't dare to slack off at all, and there was always a tight string in his mind.

He couldn't help but groan secretly, and the movements of his hands became visibly slow and dull.

"Murong Fu, if you don't come again, I will be buried here!"

After he said this, the [Six-tailed Purple Yin Scorpion] swung a long tail and came straight to his chest.

[Ten Thousand Foot Golden Centipedes] also gathered in a dense group and attacked him from behind.

On the left is the circling [Red-headed Two-tailed Snake], and on the right is the foul-smelling [Long Tongue Blood Toad] and [Nine-Legged Purple Spider].

At this moment, a cold and magnetic voice came: "Brother Zhuge, we are here!"