The corpse of the Yingniao Tribesman was still warm and should not have been dead for long; the murderer could not have gone far!
Chen Shi stepped forward to leave, but suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, and still channeled his magic power to whip up some divine blood and multicolored light, taking them into the small temple.
Behind the back of his head, the blood pool roared in rotation, doing its utmost to digest the power brought by the divine blood and multicolored light!
Chen Shi drove lightning light, rose into the air, cleared Wuliang Cliff, and stood in the air looking around on all sides.
He stood in the air, casting his gaze about, yet failed to find the figure of the murderer, and turning his head to look, there were also no ghosts and gods in the air.
Above Wuliang Cliff were still high mountains of all sizes, but they were in a different climate from other parts of Yin Mountain; the mountain ridges here had many more vegetation, lush and green, covering the mountains.
On the mountain path were many skeleton imps just like him, and seeing him floating in the air, they hastily called out in loud voices, "Come down! Hurry down!"
Chen Shi descended, only to see that those few skeleton imps were still wearing clothes, the clothes embroidered with many tiny talismans using gold and silver thread, which were talismans specially for refining Yin energy, quite exquisite.
"You are... human cultivators? You're still alive?" Chen Shi asked in surprise.
This was Yin Mountain in the Underworld, and even though Chen Shi frequently frequented the Underworld, it was still difficult for him to discover this place. How could there be human cultivators here?
The skeleton imp at the head emitted an aged voice, and