Amid the wind and snow on the official road, the Redwood Black Coffin opened first.
Its lid crashed down into the snow, sending up a cloud of white mist.
A tall, gaunt figure slowly sat up inside.
He wore a tattered blood-red robe. His dry hair was tied in a Daoist topknot, and his skin was blue-black.
When he saw Chen Mu, he grinned, exposing a mouthful of broken yellow-black teeth.
"Boy, do you still remember your Master Li?"
Hearing this and taking in his appearance, Chen Mu suddenly matched him to someone in his memory.
Daoist Li of the Heaven Corpse Temple.
He had slain the man's Earth Corpse and refined its earth-fiend remnant soul, learning the cultivation methods of the Three Corpses Temple.
The Daoist before him had withered vitality and sinister energy surging to the heavens. This was probably one of his three corpse bodies.
Chen Mu sneered.
"So it's you."
"What, was losing one corpse back then not enough? Have you come to throw your life away again?"
The Heaven Corpse Daoist cackled strangely, then flung back his wide sleeve.
"Such a sharp tongue!"
His withered hand plunged into his own mouth and dragged a ghastly, blood-soaked spine out of his throat. He shook it in his hand.
It became a bizarre Dharma Sword wound with red threads and copper coins!
He chanted incantations and trod the Seven-Star Yu Step, seemingly working a spell.
Chen Mu frowned deeply at the sight and immediately patted Qishan beneath him.
"Attack. Tear that sedan chair apart."
He could sense the old Daoist's depleted vitality.
The bridal sedan chair, on the other hand, concealed dense blood baleful energy that even he found oppressive.
Before the Heaven Corpse Daoist could cast his spell, Chen Mu leaped up and slashed swiftly at