The Ancestor of Body Repair

The Valley of the Dead King is located in the center of Zhongming Mountain and is surrounded by five hills.

On this day, in the high altitude of this small valley within a range of ten miles, a large number of gray and gloomy winds surged. These spiritual winds gathered from all parts of Zhongming Mountain, as if something attracted them.

The gloomy and cold wind accumulated more and more, gradually forming a gray-black cloud, and then in the valley, dark purple lightning suddenly shot out, blasting into the cloud.

This gloomy cloud is like boiled water, rippling violently, with tiny lightning flashes circulating in it, and a terrifying Yin Qi coercion emanates from it.

These extremely cold clouds and mists were swirling inward in the lightning, forming a funnel cloud that covered several miles.

"Boom..."

Accompanied by the dull sound of thunder, a dark gray column of cold air gushed out from the huge cloud vortex and fell towards the center of the valley.

In the middle of the valley, the silver-winged Yaksha was lying flat on the ground, and four terrifying zombies stood beside him. In addition to the ice-bone Yaksha and the Etou Yaksha, there were also two more corpse kings.

One of them has bright silver scales, the brightest color among all corpse kings. He is slender and his face is not covered with scales. It looks like a face made of gray wax oil. His eyes and mouth collapse inward and melt. became three dark voids.

This is the soul-devouring Yaksha of Zhongming Mountain.

The last corpse king, with purple-faced fangs, seemed to have lightning flashes in his eyes, and two thick bone spurs grew on his shoulders.

Its body is very strong, and it is thicker than other corpse kings. The silver scales cannot completely cover it, and a lot of green hair is squeezed out of the gap.

This is the head of the five corpse kings in Zhongming Mountain, Zhalei Yasha.

At this moment, he was holding up his hands, and the thick palms were surrounded by dark purple lightning. The breath was extremely cold, and it seemed to contain a terrifying power of destruction. A mysterious wave radiated out, guiding the gray-black spirit that fell in the air. column.

As he casts the spell, the thick column of Yin Qi gradually shrinks and falls on the body of Silver-winged Yaksha, just covering it.

The latter's body was injected with the incomparably thick and cold air, the shattered corpse armor gradually glowed, and the cracked flesh and blood inside gradually healed.

Then Zhalei Yasha's mouth opened slightly, and an eight-sided crystal exuding a crystal clear luster floated out, slowly suspended above the abdomen of the silver-winged Yaksha, wrapped in a rich cold air.

If Lu Kun is here, he will find that this object is exactly the same as the sacred worm in his hand!

"Condense the power of hard work and activate the crystal of the ghost!"

Following the low voice of Zhalei Yaksha, the four corpse kings including him shook for a while, opened their hideous mouths, and spat out a drop of pale silver blood the size of a thumb.

In addition to a deep power of blood and blood in each drop of blood, there are also special spiritual power fluctuations, which merge with each other and cover the eight-sided crystal.

The cold power surged in the body of the four-headed corpse king, as if it was urging some kind of secret technique. The blood melted directly on the sacred worm, as if half of it had disappeared, and then a multi-colored lustrous aura shot out from it. He went out and sank into the belly of Silver-winged Yaksha.

A force of will exuding the nourishing breath of all things disappeared in his body in a flash, an invisible wave of consciousness spread, and the gradually healing flesh and blood split open again.

The corpse kings seemed to have expected this, and another drop of pale silver blood spit out, all pouring into the fangs of the silver-winged Yaksha, the flesh and blood trembled slightly, and continued to heal. spread throughout the body.

After a while, the dark gray pillar of spiritual energy disappeared, and the gloomy clouds in the high sky of the valley gradually dissipated, turning into sporadic gray gloomy winds, circling in the air.

Silver-winged Yaksha's eyes opened suddenly, pale silver pupils exuded horror, and the fleshy wings behind him suddenly opened, quickly wrapping his body.

But then he discovered the surrounding scene, his wings drooped down, and he said blankly: "Zhalei... Hey, this is Zhongming Mountain, are you the one who saved me?"

Zhalei Yasha swallowed the sacred relic of the Underworld Zerg again, narrowed his eyes and said, "Silver Wing, you flew back from a serious injury, don't you remember?"

Silver-winged Yaksha was slightly taken aback: "I came back by myself?"

The Ice Bone Yaksha on the side said: "You flew out of the Guiyuan River a day ago. You were seriously injured and fell into a syncope. If you hadn't devoured a cultivator-level Nascent Soul, your body would have collapsed long ago."

When Silver-winged Yaksha heard the words, he sensed the inside of his body, his expression was weird, his mouth was slightly open, and an extremely dim Nascent Soul villain was suspended in front of him, the soul inside was disintegrated, and the power of Nascent Soul also dissipated half, barely able to see his appearance.

"Qingyang Daoist's Nascent Soul? What's the matter, how did I kill him?"

Silver-winged Yaksha was stunned.

When the other corpse kings saw his expression, they looked at each other in dismay. There were two storage bracelets in the hands of the Ice Bone Yaksha, and they threw them over and said, "This is found on you,"

Silver-winged Yaksha took the storage bracelet, swept away his consciousness, and when he saw something inside, his pupils shrank suddenly, aura flashed in his hand, and a blue gourd appeared.

Then he thought of something, and looked for it in the bracelet again, and two high-quality spirit stones full of aura were suspended in front of everyone.

Silver-winged Yaksha said dumbly: "Hunyuan gourd, top-quality spirit stone, did I really kill Qingyang Daoist, I got this imitation spirit treasure."

Zhalei Yasha said solemnly: "Silver Wing, tell me in detail what you remember."

Silver-winged Yaksha recalled the previous situation, and said slowly: "A few days ago, I got the vision that the Chixia Mountain in Dayuan Prefecture has a vision of the highest-quality spiritual stone, so I..."

Next, he described what happened next.

Speaking of the end, the silver-winged Yaksha looked at the blue gourd in front of him with lingering fears and said, "I didn't expect this imitation spirit treasure to be so terrifying after being injected with the true essence of God Transformation."

"The sword of will severely damaged my soul, and the sword of vitality that it inspired was even more terrifying. If it wasn't for the bloodthirsty thoughts in the corpse pill that resisted for a moment, I'm afraid I wouldn't have time to use defensive measures."

"After that, I felt like the world was spinning, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I saw a few people."

At this time, the Spirit-devouring Yaksha, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly made a sound, and there were bursts of empty voices from the pitch-black mouth: "Could it be that bloodthirsty thoughts temporarily replaced your consciousness."

"Bloodlust?"

"Spirit Devouring makes some sense. It may have been inspired by the spirit of the gods and temporarily controlled Silver Wing's body."

Zhalei Yaksha flashed a few lightning bolts in his eyes, shook his head and said, "If it is really bloodthirsty, Silver Wing's will has long been swallowed up, and even if it is nourished by the crystals of the ghost, it will not wake up."

Spirit-devouring Yaksha said: "Silver Wing is the youngest among us. It took more than 800 years of consciousness to awaken, and there is still a long time before the 2,000-year mark. Bloodthirsty thoughts may not be able to be swallowed successfully, and there is still a stream in his body. The will of the gods is hindered."

"But there's one more thing that doesn't make sense..."

Zhalei Yasha thought for a while, waved one hand, took the Primordial Gourd into his hand, sensed it carefully, and said slowly: "According to the situation described by Silver Wing, this Primordial Gourd contains a piece of Gu Deming's True Essence. "

"Chixia Mountain is also the domain of its gods, and the cooperation of heaven and earth is very high. Even if Silver Wing is replaced by bloodthirsty thoughts, it is impossible to be an opponent of Qingyang Taoist under the heavy physical damage."

At this moment, Silver-winged Yaksha suddenly said: "Could it be that wild silver-armored corpse shot, although I was only shocked, but I sensed that the power of that guy's cold and cold is extremely pure, it seems that he has the peak of the ninth level. strength."

Zhalei Yasha pondered: "The ninth-level peak silver armored corpse? If you take advantage of the Qingyang Taoist to make a sneak attack, it is possible, but outside the Zhongming Mountain, there are such high-level wild silver armored corpses? Nope. It must have been sacrificed by other immortal cultivators."

Silver-winged Yaksha looked at Hunyuan Gourd and said, "If it was a sneak attack by other cultivators at the level of cultivators, how could they be willing to use this imitation spirit treasure."

Zhalei Yasha heard the words and nodded lightly, this kind of treasure cannot be ignored even by a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation stage.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said: "The treasure is in our hands, and naturally it will not be returned. Gu Deming doesn't come. If he dares to come, our five corpse kings can't say that they can't deal with it."

I still owe a chapter...