Under the night, a green Demonic Blaze is burning slowly, and above it a magic clock emitting black light is constantly rising and falling.
In front of the turquoise Demonic Blaze, there was a skinny old man wearing a blood robe, his palms like dead wood flying up and down, leaving marks on the magic clock.
Next to the skinny old man, a middle-aged monk sat respectfully, with cold eyes and a terrible scar on his face.
This person is none other than Chen Lie, Xu Yan who entered Ancient Ruins Battlefield to kill him.
On the mound, Xu Yan restrained all his murderous intent, fearing that any breath would leak out and disturb the two people in front of him.
It's okay for Chen Lie. Now, several years later, Fifth Layer of Qi Refining's cultivation level is nothing more than Fifth Layer of Qi Refining. He can be destroyed with a flip of his palm, but the skinny old man in the blood robe makes him feel like he can't see through it.
"I seem to have seen this old man in blood robe somewhere."
Under the reflection of the green Demonic Blaze, both of their faces were extremely gloomy. The face of the thin old man gave him a feeling of déjà vu.
Soon, Xu Yan's face moved slightly, remembering the Blood-Robed Daoist that Zhuliu City met.
"The face of this person is very similar to Blood-Robed Daoist. It seems that there is some inseparable relationship."
Thinking of this, Xu Yan looked a lot more serious.
"Fortunately, this person is not a Foundation Establishment monk, otherwise I should have run away."
The gap between the big realms is not so easy to cross. With his current cultivation level, even if he uses all his methods, he will only have a 50% chance of surviving when the Foundation Establishment monks are chasing him.
If Foundation Establishment Middle Stage monks take action, he is destined to die.
Staring at the two people in front of him, Xu Yan was waiting for the opportunity to make a move. The skinny old man Demon Cultivator in front of him had a level of cultivation no less than him, and monk Demonic Path's methods were weird and cruel, and he was not easy to deal with.
"Buzz"
As the jet-black Deathly Aura was sucked into the magic clock, the magic patterns on the bell became brighter and brighter.
"My good disciple, how are you doing with the Corpse-Demon Scripture I taught you?" The skinny old man cast a spell at the magic clock and asked seemingly casually.
When Chen Lie heard this, a bright light flashed in his eyes, and he respectfully replied, "Thanks to the master's gift, my disciple has cultivated Corpse-Demon Scripture to the second level."
"Oh? Stretch out your hand for me to see." The skinny old man became interested, retracted his skinny palm, and turned around.
Under the gaze of the skinny old man, a pair of broad palms stretched out.
These palms were much larger than those of ordinary monks, and were green and black in color. There were patches of corpses all over them, and black aura lingered around them, just like corpses that had been left for centuries.
Seeing this scene, the skinny old man nodded with a smile on his face and said, "Yes, you have a strong and ruthless personality and can endure pain that ordinary people cannot endure. You are a good material for practicing this Corpse-Demon Scripture."
"Everything depends on the cultivation of Master." Chen Lie bowed and saluted, with no emotion or anger on his face.
After hearing this, Xu Yan was not in a hurry to take action, and an inexplicable look appeared on his face.
Having just devoured the memory of Kong Xuan, he certainly knew what this Corpse-Demon Scripture was.
This sutra is a method used by the ancient sect Spirit Puppet Sect to sacrifice and refine the dead body, with the purpose of cultivating the original Spirit Puppet.
Looking at it this way, the purpose of this skinny old man is obvious.
It's really interesting, Xu Yan's eyes are full of curiosity.
He would die in anyone's hands. If he didn't have to take action, he would be happy to watch a good show.
The voice of the thin old man continued to be heard.
"My good disciple, swallow this Corpse-Demon Pill quickly. This elixir is made from seven-year-old cold corpse corpse oil mixed with seven kinds of body refining Spirit Herb. After you take it, you can break through to the third level in a short time, and then you will be comparable to a Qi Refining Perfection monk."
The skinny old man turned his palm, and there was a Pill glowing in the palm of his hand.
Chen Lie didn't hesitate at all after hearing this. After taking off the Pill, he raised his head and swallowed it. The moment he raised his head, Xu Yan could see a cold light flashing from the corner of this person's eyes.
"It's interesting!"
Xu Yan A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
After confirming that Chen Lie had swallowed Pill, the skinny old man had a strange smile on his face.
After reaching out and making the last handprint towards the magic clock, the skinny old man turned around and spoke slowly.
"My dear disciple, this Ten Thousand Demons Bell still needs to take one thing from you to finally Refining complete it. However, I am a little reluctant to give it up. What should I do?"
"I wonder what Master wants?" Chen Lie met the eyes of the skinny old man, his expression was dull, making it difficult to tell whether he was happy or angry.
The two looked at each other for a long time, and suddenly a long sigh came from the mouth of the thin old man.
"What a pity! Your character is a good candidate for cultivating demons. If I had met you decades earlier, I could have trained you better, but now it's too late!"
The skinny old man looked distressed, but his skinny claws did not stop at all.
The old devil's hands were shaped into claws, and they were grabbing at Chen Lie Tianling.
"My good disciple, let me lend you your soul. Ten Thousand Demons Bell can only exert its maximum power when it is refined with the soul of a monk. I will not waste your body. I will refine it into Spirit Puppet to accompany you, and I will not be in vain for you and me as master and disciple."
The old voice echoed throughout the space like a night owl.
"Master, you can't bear it anymore." Seeing the claws coming, Chen Lie didn't have the slightest fear on his face, but there was mockery in his eyes.
When the skinny old man saw Chen Lie looking like this, a look of surprise appeared on his old face, and then his face changed drastically and he screamed in surprise.
"What did you do to me!"
The outstretched palm of the skinny old man suddenly became extremely dark, and the blackness rushed towards the whole body at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, a proud smile flashed across Chen Lie's face, and he said with a cruel look in his eyes, "When I was young, I accidentally entered a mysterious cave, and an ancient Spirit Puppet Sect disciple fell inside. By the way, in that cave abode disciple, I also got a bottle of Millennium Corpse Poison."
"What! Millennium Corpse Poison!" the skinny old man screamed!
Chen Lie's words were like a bolt from the blue, making him completely despair. Millennium Corpse Poison, even the Foundation Establishment monk who was infected would definitely die.
"Master, if you don't harm me, how could I have the chance to infect you with that Corpse Poison." A cold light flashed from the corner of Chen Lie's eyes.
"You..."
The skinny old man was shocked and angry. He already knew that when this person took the Pill, he had quietly stained his palm with Corpse Poison.
"You won't live long if you eat my Soul-Devouring Pill!"
The skinny old man's whole body was now mostly black, and his face was roaring ferociously.
"Hehe! It makes Master worry too much!"
Chen Lie heard a proud smile on his face.
Then, under the incredulous look on the skinny old man's face, he slowly stood up.
"Old guy, let me make you understand clearly that this is Chen's true face."
After Chen Lie finished speaking, his body shook violently.
In the face of the skinny old man's surprise, Chen Lie's upper body suddenly fell down, and a dwarf with only half a man's height appeared in front of the skinny old man.
"Yes, this upper body is exactly my destiny Spirit Puppet!"
Chen Lie laughed wantonly.
"Hateful!..."
The skinny old man's eyes were wide-eyed, and he fell to the ground dead with a look of unwillingness.