Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

"Yes! It's a foreign corpse!

Shi Yao shouted loudly.

Fang Mo's eyes were bright, and he had done a lot of homework in the past two days for the trip to Corpse Mountain.

Foreign corpses, not decaying, and their appearance is like that of a normal person.

Not only that, but the most important thing is that the alien corpse has spiritual intelligence and can self-awaken and practice!

Alien corpses are extremely rare, and millions of corpses may not be able to awaken a single alien corpse.

"What you said is true?"

Fang Mo asked with a sharp look in his eyes.

Shi Yao hurriedly said: "This is true! How dare I deceive Senior Brother again!

"Senior Brother Fang, this is the map I made."

Shi Yao took out a yellowed piece of paper of unknown material.

"Last time, I accidentally went deep into the corpse mountain and found this alien corpse, because I was not sure of surrender, I was afraid of scaring the grass, so I relied on my memory to draw a map after returning, and prepared to take this alien corpse after breaking through the realm."

Fang Mo looked at the map in his hand, which marked the dangerous places above the corpse mountain, and the route was even more detailed.

Then Fang Mo put the map into the storage ring.

Seeing this situation, Shi Yao's face flashed a trace of flesh pain, that strange corpse was only found by him several times in his nine dead lives, and now he handed it over, can he not feel heartache.

But it is worth it to exchange for your own life.

Thinking of this, Shi Yao glanced at Fang Mo and asked cautiously, "Senior Brother Fang, I have already told you the news of the alien corpse, can you release me?"

"No, no, no, your news can only guarantee that you will not die."

Fang Mo said softly.

Then, ignoring Shi Yao's cursing and wailing, he directly fixed him next to the black robe, confiscated the storage bag, and cut off his hands and feet.

With the double amount of blood injected, the scarlet blood mist began to condense in the sky above the blood refining array, and the phantom of the elixir was faintly revealed in the blood mist.

Then Fang Mo opened the Golden Light Array and left the cave mansion.

He came to a side hall not far from the Foreign Affairs Hall, which was where the sect rented corpse beasts.

There are many types of corpse beasts here, and the more powerful the corpse beast, the more expensive the rental price is.

In the end, Fang Mo spent two hundred yuan stone and rented an ordinary corpse eagle.

"It's really inconvenient without corpse beasts..."

Fang Mo said to himself.

With a hoarse eagle roar, Fang Mo disappeared into the clouds.

...

Corpse Mountain is located in the north of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, thousands of miles away. In the early days of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect, it was discovered that there were several yin veins in this mountain, which was a natural place to raise corpses.

Therefore, it was used by the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect as a place for the sect to raise corpses.

In less than half a day, Fang Mo arrived at his destination.

Not far away, several misty giant peaks protruded, and gray mist shrouded the entire mountain, and corpses filled the sky.

This corpse mountain is so big that it is simply a small mountain range.

Stepping into the corpse mountain, the smell of corpses in the sky came to his face, and Fang Mo observed the surroundings expressionlessly.

There were corpses everywhere on the ground, some of them not even decomposed, apparently corpses that had just been thrown in.

The corpses were densely crawled with pitch-black corpse insects, which fed on the corpses and were not dangerous.

Fang Mo avoided the corpse insects under his feet and continued to move towards the depths.

Gradually, piles of corpses turned into corpses all over the ground, and the corpses here should be some years old.

Suddenly, a pile of bones in front of him trembled, as if something inside arched.

Fang Mo stopped and stared closely at the pile of bones.

"Whoops!"

A dark green toad jumped out of the skeleton, jumped more than three meters high, and landed directly in front of Fang Mo, staring at Fang Mo as if staring at its prey.

Strangely, this toad has three eyes on its forehead.

"Three-eyed poison toad."

Fang Mo said to himself.

There is a record of this poisonous beast in the corpse beast record, a first-order corpse beast, which feeds on carrion and is full of poison.

In the next second, the three-eyed poisonous toad soared into the air and catapulted towards Fang Mo, extremely fast.

Fang Mo's face was calm, holding the Qingyue Knife, and slashed a scarlet knife towards the three-eyed poisonous toad.

The three-eyed poisonous toad was directly dismembered in mid-air, the dark green blood in its body splattered around, and wisps of black smoke rose from the ground that were corroded.

Fang Mo's body showed a Yuan Qi Hood, blocking the dark green blood.

These three-eyed poisonous toads are only first-order poisonous beasts, equivalent to the Yuan Qi Realm, and cannot pose a threat to Fang Mo.

Fang Mo continued to walk, and in the middle he encountered several corpses that had condensed corpse qi, which could be used as good corpse refining objects.

But he didn't care, his target was not these ordinary corpses.

"Buzz... Buzzing..." The

sound of air vibrating suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Fang Mo to pause sharply.

As soon as he turned his head, a group of gray butterflies quickly flew towards Fang Mo, and Fang Mo turned into a blood shadow and appeared in the distance in an instant.

Fang Mo stared expressionlessly at the group of ugly butterflies.

Bone butterfly, a first-order poisonous beast, lives in groups. Toxic fog in the body, while the poisoned person is confused, the bones in the body will slowly melt.

The group of Bone Butterflies turned around again, flapped their wings and flew towards Fang Mo.

And as the Bone Transformation Butterfly waved its wings, a large black poisonous mist spread out from its body and shrouded Fang Mo.

Fang Mo condensed the Yuan Force outside his body, turned it into a thin protective layer, isolated the poisonous mist, and then his eyes rushed into the group of bone butterflies.

The shadow of the knife crisscrossed, and the blood flashed.

Not long after, a layer of gray butterfly corpses fell on the ground.

Just as he turned to leave, a violent wind swept towards Fang Mo.

Fang Mo couldn't dodge, and with a clever move, he directly inserted the Qingyue knife into the ground, which was able to stabilize his figure.

Then Fang Mo raised his head, and a giant bone butterfly appeared above, and this bone butterfly was actually two meters large.

That fierce wind was the powerful air flow generated by the fluttering of its wings.

"I actually met a Bone King Butterfly."

Fang Mo was a little surprised, to know that the Bone King Butterfly belonged to a second-order poisonous insect, which was equivalent to the cultivation of the Yuan Spirit Realm, and the poisonous mist in his body would also pose a fatal threat to the cultivators of the Yuan Spirit Realm.

I saw a black poisonous mist rolling in the sky, and the sky instantly darkened.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mo's body was drumming, and the Qingyue Knife in his hand instantly turned into a demon blood.

He held the Qingyue knife high with an expressionless face and slashed out a knife from top to bottom.

I saw a huge scarlet knife qi cut through the sky, and the black fog was instantly broken through the middle, revealing a clear sky.

The huge Bone King Butterfly was also split in two, and the corpse smashed heavily on the ground.

Fang Mo did not stay, turning into a blood light and disappearing in place.

He was afraid that such a big movement would attract more corpses, insects, and poisonous beasts.

After half a column of incense, Fang Mo compared the map in his hand and muttered, "Soon, almost here." "

...

"Help! Who will save us!

"I don't want to die!"

At this moment, a miserable cry for help came from the front.

Fang Mo's brows furrowed slightly, and he walked towards the voice.

Pulling away the weeds, the three disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpse Sect in an open space not far away huddled together with terrified faces, and kept wailing in their mouths.

Fang Mo's eyes were slightly puzzled, there were no corpse insects and poisonous beasts around, could it be that these three people were poisoned?

Looking at the three people again, Fang Mo's face suddenly changed...