The big brother everyone loves

The monstrous corpse qi surged and boiled like a tide, almost obscuring half of the sky, and the roars of ghosts and resentful spirits came and went, terrifying and terrifying.

Click

, click—with the sound of tooth-aching bones, an endless army of skeletons marched through the wilderness in unison steps, like an ocean, and everywhere they passed, everything withered and scorched.

In the center of the army, several huge skeletons carried a white bone throne, and Han Que sat on it casually, staring at the distant sky with a faint gaze.

His mid-stage cultivation was inconspicuous among the skeleton army, and even the weakest skeleton among them could easily tear him to pieces.

But he is the only king of this army of the undead!

Next to the throne of white bones, there stood a special skeleton, dressed in a gray robe, its face completely shrouded in black mist, revealing only two blood-red glows, and exuding a powerful yin aura all over its body.

"I didn't expect that there were still ghost cultivators in the land of fallen immortals, but the ghost cultivators in this realm seem to have gone the wrong way, making the ghost path indecent. "

However, the whimsical ideas contained in it are really somewhat desirable, if you can fully appreciate the mystery, it may open up a new kind of ghost path, but I don't know if there are any flaws....."

Thinking of the ghost cultivators who claimed to be the priests of the Mao Society yesterday, Han Que couldn't help frowning slightly and muttering to himself.

At that time, the demons were scavenging living people in a village for sacrifice, and were slaughtered by his skeletal attendants.

Although the course of the matter was not complicated and tortuous, he was still a little shocked by the sudden appearance of the so-called exorcist priest.

Han Que himself is a ghost cultivator, and he is still the top kind of ancestor-level figure, but he has never heard of the unique cultivation method of [Fusion Demon Ghost].

Moreover, the powerful combat power shown by those few demon exorcism priests made his eyes shine, and he was definitely the best among the monks of the same level, which made Han Que extremely curious, and he regretted that he didn't leave a living mouth at that time.

Cultivating to the level of Han Que's previous life, any form of innovation is precious, not to mention that the demon exorcism priests are likely to have explored a new ghost cultivation system.

If he could obtain this ghost cultivation technique, even if Han Que didn't practice it himself, but just used it to confirm each other, it could greatly increase his understanding of the origin of the ghost path, so as to increase his confidence in the next time he crossed the decay tribulation.

This kind of opportunity that can be seen and touched is always more reliable than an ethereal immortal inheritance, and it is completely worth pouring energy into it.

Reining in his chaotic mind, Han Que stood up from the throne of white bones, and his gaze was cast on a large-scale, misty village in the distance.

"Stop!"

Han Que raised his eyebrows, and stopped the army in a deep voice and continued to advance.

Then, with a flash of form, he turned into a shadow and flew towards the village.

Soon, Han Que came to the outskirts of the village.

Just as he was about to find a villager to ask if there was an exorcist priest in the village, a roar suddenly sounded from the sky, and several clouds of black mist fell from the sky.

"Boom ... I finally found you, and the people who killed my Mao Society still want to run?"

A sinister laugh came from the black smoke, and Han Que raised his eyes and saw the four black-robed ghost cultivators showing their figures.

The old man at the head had sunken cheeks, thin as firewood, and his eyes were glowing with scarlet.

After seeing the visitor, Han Que was not surprised and happy, he was worried that he couldn't find a ghost cultivator in this realm, but he didn't expect it to be sent to the door.

"The four are the priests of the Mao Society?" Han

Que looked at the four ghost cultivators indifferently and asked in a deep voice.

Hearing this, the black-robed old man smiled.

"It turns out that you are a person from outside the world, I see that you have a strong ghostly spirit, and you must still be a fellow believer, but if you dare to offend our Mao Society, you will not blame us for being spicy. The

eyes of the four people looking at him were full of disdain, no matter how they looked at it, the one in front of them was a soft persimmon with low strength.

At this time, the corners of Han Que's mouth outlined a cold arc

, and his expression looked at the four of them calmly, "Since you hit the door, let's stay!"

As

soon as these words came out, the four of them were stunned for a moment, and then they were furious.

"The most arrogant boy, when he is dying, dares to say such crazy things. "

My dearest brother was killed by you yesterday, and this revenge cannot but be ... Sorry, excuse me, the situation is not right, let's run away!"

Suddenly, a ghost cultivator who was shouting behind the old man changed his expression drastically, and hurriedly shouted at the other three companions, but it was too late.

Boom -

a terrifying figure struck through the air with an incomparable yin aura, locking them firmly, and the cold killing machine was like a raging ocean, endless.

"What the hell is this?"

the four of them were horrified and turned to flee in unison.

The cracking sound of the three roads suddenly sounded, and the three people beside the old man didn't even have time to scream, and they were directly blown into the sky with minced meat, and their vitality was completely wiped out.

Boom....

At the same time, the gray light flashed, and the old man also received a heavy blow to the chest, and his chest collapsed, and blood spurted wildly into the dirt.

He reluctantly raised his head, looked at the gray-robed skeleton that stood proudly like a heavenly demon descending into the world, and said with difficulty:

"Actually... It's a demon in the Ghost Emperor Realm.

At this moment, the gray-robed skeleton had already stood behind Han Que again, and a thick dead aura lingered around his body, like an abyss like a prison.

"You... What kind of person are you, who can actually drive the Ghost Emperor?" the

old man stared at Han Que with a distorted face, his hoarse voice carrying deep fear and doubt.

Han Que raised his eyebrows playfully, and said in a cold voice:

"You don't need to care about who I am, what you should care about now is how to survive."

Hearing this, the old man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he begged for mercy in a panic:

"Senior Rao... Spare my life, I will surrender to you. "

I just like people who know the times.

Seeing that he was so cooperative, Han Que nodded with satisfaction and said lightly, "Your organization is called [Mao Society], right?" "

I want to know all the information about your Mao Society, and... Give me a copy of your cultivation method, the more detailed the better. As

he spoke, Han Que glanced at him with a blank look.

"Don't play tricks, I have a hundred ways to identify the authenticity, if I find out that you are lying to me..."

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