In the dead night at Burial Ground No. 93, corpse slaves slowly walked out of the three cave entrances of the underground mausoleum. Their stiff figures looked particularly strange in the moonlight. They stood silently in the center of the stone building, like a group of silent guards.
The moonlight shone on the bodies of the corpse slaves, and their eyes reflected a cold light. The corpse slaves had dull expressions and stiff movements, like puppets on strings. They spread out in a semicircle and surrounded one of the cave entrances, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, two celestial corpses, a man and a woman, slowly emerged from the cave. In their gray-white pupils, there are seven tiny handprints flowing slowly, as if seven stars are shining brightly in their pupils. The appearance of these two heavenly corpses made the originally dead atmosphere even more bizarre.
After the two heavenly corpses came out, they suddenly let out a sharp roar. The sound cut through the sky and spread throughout the island. Immediately afterwards, the coffins in the cemeteries were opened one after another, and the corpse slaves walked out of the cemetery one by one. Some of them moved slowly, while others were as fast as running, and they all gathered towards the center of the island.
The frightened screams of the disciples of Hehuan Cave suddenly came from the place where the corpse was buried, and they were also mixed with the surprised sounds of the disciples of the Corpse God Cult. They looked at this scene in shock, and the disciples of the Corpse God Sect were even more horrified, thinking that Elder Yin Hai, the owner of the two heavenly corpses, had arrived. They all gathered towards the central stone building with fearful expressions.
Following the screams of the two sky corpses, the corpse slaves in the burial place woke up from their slumber one after another. As if they had been summoned, they gathered here one after another. On the entire island, only the footsteps and breathing of the corpse slaves were left, and there was a dead silence.
Guo Qi's face instantly turned pale and he screamed in horror: "How is this possible?!!"
Without Yin Hai, no one can control these two heavenly corpses. Each celestial corpse has a corpse soul mark set by the master. Unless the master personally summons it, the celestial corpse will never act without authorization. However, now, these two heavenly corpses walked out on their own without any warning. This strange scene made Guo Qi frightened.
None of the core believers of the Corpse God Cult, including Guo Qi, could understand this sudden change. They exchanged uneasy glances, fear rising in their hearts as to what was going on.
Li Zhuang and Ju Yueru, the guardians of Hehuan Cave, knew the secret about the Heavenly Corpse. Now that the owner was away, the Heavenly Corpse acted without permission, and they were so frightened that their faces turned pale. The gloomy atmosphere of the burial place made them suddenly feel an inexplicable fear, as if a pair of invisible eyes were peering in the dark.
Chen Fan and Xia Xinyan finally walked out of the underground mausoleum. Xia Xinyan's face was still full of surprise, and her eyes were full of doubts. She opened her mouth, unable to believe how Chen Fan gained control of these two heavenly corpses. However, at this moment, she had no intention of exploring this issue.
"You kid!" Guo Qi screamed angrily, with a ferocious face, "What did you do in the mausoleum?"
Chen Fan was surrounded by white mist, as if he was in a fairyland. He did not look back at Guo Qi, but stared firmly at Li Zhuang and Ju Yueru. He said in a calm and sarcastic tone: "What a pair of cleverly calculated partners, they actually regarded me as material in the living tomb and tried to sell me to the Corpse God Cult. Although I took up some salted fish and fresh water on your ship, But I work hard every day and never eat or drink for free. I didn’t expect you to treat me like this?"
Li Zhuang and Ju Yueru looked gloomy and remained silent, seeming to be struggling fiercely in their hearts.
Chen Fan pointed at Ju Yueru with burning eyes: "Especially you! The reason why I avoid you is because I don't want to waste energy on your filthy body. But you actually want me to be tortured to death, you poisonous person This woman’s heart is so cruel!”
Ju Yueru frowned and her tone was as cold as ice: "Boy, you are looking for death! I don't understand why you are still alive, but tonight, you will definitely die!"
Chen Fan smiled ferociously, suddenly pointed at Ju Yueru, and shouted: "Kill me!"
The female corpse suddenly rushed out.
As she walked, the mysterious energy from all around followed her like a shadow, pouring into her body one after another, causing her body to be instantly covered with a layer of silver-white corpse armor.
The fingers of the female corpse were like sharp claws, and the nails were three feet long. They were like sharp weapons, flashing with an eerie white light, and suddenly attacked Ju Yueru.
Panic flashed across Ju Yueru's charming face for a moment, and she screamed: "Impossible!"
Li Zhuang and Guo Qi also changed their expressions, feeling frightened and uneasy. They could not understand how Chen Fan could control the Heavenly Corpse.
"Let's get out of here." Chen Fan showed his white teeth and walked leisurely to the place where the iron ship was parked.
The male corpse beside him walked with him, constantly making sharp whistles, as if giving orders. Corpse slaves coming out of various cemeteries gathered one after another to clear the way for the male corpse.
"Kill! Kill all these people!" Chen Fan ordered coldly with a gloomy face.
Suddenly, hundreds of corpse slaves surged wildly and launched a fierce attack on the disciples of the Corpse God Cult and Hehuan Cave Heaven.
The disciples of the Corpse God Sect were so frightened that they clenched the bells in their hands and made a sharp whistle.
At the sound of the bell, some corpse slaves stopped, but there were still some corpse slaves farther away who seemed not to be affected by the bells and still rushed over madly.
The disciples of the Corpse God Sect had pale faces, rang their bells in fear, and tried their best to use their familiar corpse-control techniques.
However, in Corpse Burial Ground No. 93, not all corpse slaves are controlled by these disciples.
In this place where corpses are buried, there are many earthly corpses that have been buried for more than a hundred years. They were once the corpse slaves of the core disciples and protectors of the Corpse God Cult. They are only temporarily stored here, absorbing corpse energy and death energy to cultivate more powerful corpse slaves. .
This kind of corpse slave carries the corpse soul mark of its master and is not restricted by the disciples' corpse control techniques here.
What's worse is that there are many high-level people among these corpse slaves.
Therefore, when these two heavenly corpses gave orders and these high-level corpse slaves launched a frenzied attack on the Corpse God Cult and the disciples of Hehuan Cave, tragic screams came from the burial place No. 93, which did not stop for a moment.
The disciples of the Corpse God Cult had just rushed from their respective cemeteries. Before they had time to react to the scene in front of them, they discovered that their partners, who were once as close as brothers, had turned into the most ferocious enemies, and exposed themselves to their former guardians. sharp fangs.
They screamed in terror and fled towards the outside world desperately, while the disciples of Hehuan Cave Heaven fell into extreme fear, trembling all over, unable to cope with the sudden change of the corpse slaves.
Especially for those female disciples, at such a life-and-death moment, their psychological defenses were completely destroyed, making it difficult for them to exert even 80% of their usual strength.
The place where corpse No. 93 was buried was instantly shrouded in shrill screams, like a hellish Shura field.
Ju Yueru was even more embarrassed. Under the hot pursuit of the female corpse, she was exhausted and retreated steadily.
During her lifetime, Nv Tian Zhi was a cultivator of the second level of soul. After thousands of years of refining, her strength has reached its peak, and 120% of her strength can be fully exerted in her hands.
Once they fight, she can instinctively use the martial arts skills she had in life. She is surrounded by corpse armor and corpse energy, making her invulnerable. Her fingers and claws are like magical weapons, indestructible.
The warriors of Hehuan Cave Heaven have made rapid progress in strength due to their dual cultivation. However, their vitality is relatively complex and far from comparable to that of warriors of the same level. Therefore, under normal circumstances, the warriors of Hehuan Dongtian are weaker than warriors of the same level. Ju Yueru is no exception.
As a warrior of the second level of spiritual soul, she is actually only as strong as the average warrior of the first level of spiritual soul. When faced with the thousand-year-old female celestial corpse that could exert 120% of her power during her lifetime, she was unable to resist and could only resort to passive defense.
Upon seeing this, Li Zhuang took action decisively, and together with Ju Yueru resisted the terrifying female corpse.
At the same time, the male corpse was always roaring within ten steps of Chen Fan, controlling the corpse slaves in the burial place, trying to open the way to the ship for Chen Fan.
With an indifferent expression and sharp eyes, Chen Fan walked side by side with Xia Xinyan towards the iron ship.
Surrounding him, strange negative forces emanated from the corpses of the Corpse God Cult and Hehuan Cave disciples, gradually pouring into Chen Fan's acupoints.
Chen Fan felt a dull pain in his acupuncture points, and white mist shrouded his body. He was cautious and did not dare to relax at all.
At this time, he was constantly stimulating his mental power, injecting it into blood patterns, trying to control the two heavenly corpses. However, to his surprise, the spiritual resonance in Tian's body gradually weakened. The Celestial Corpse, which originally obeyed his orders, seemed to have a natural aversion to the control of others, and the idea of resistance arose spontaneously.
In order to maintain control over the Heavenly Corpse, Chen Fan had to work harder to activate his mental power and mix it with good intentions and harmless thoughts in order to make the Heavenly Corpse act according to his wishes.
However, all this is not as easy as it seems.
"We have to get out of here quickly!" Chen Fan's sudden nervousness made Xia Xinyan stunned for a moment. She looked at Chen Fan holding her little hand tightly, his pale face and quickened pace, which made her heart tighten.
The massive consumption of mental power made Chen Fan feel dizzy, and it became increasingly difficult for him to control the two heavenly corpses. Although he tried to stabilize his mind, his physical condition could no longer be concealed.
Xia Xinyan stared at Chen Fan silently, without speaking, but followed him closely, quickened her pace, and ran towards the iron ship with him. The figures of the two people shuttled among the corpses like lightning.
Li Zhuang and Ju Yueru were entangled by the female corpse and could not escape. They could only watch Chen Fan and Xia Xinyan leave, feeling unspeakable worries in their hearts.
The male corpse was always lingering beside Chen Fan. Guo Qi could not take action easily and could only let Chen Fan and Xia Xinyan leave. He secretly informed the head of the Corpse God Cult about the situation here through the bell.
A disciple named Hehuan Dongtian and the Corpse God Sect was killed by an uncontrolled corpse slave during his escape. Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood stained the ground red.
Along the way, Chen Fan absorbed the essence of at least twenty low-level warriors. Most of these warriors only had the cultivation level of Qi Gathering and Qi Condensation. The energy in their bodies was limited, and Chen Fan did not feel any discomfort after absorbing it.
Finally, Chen Fan and Xia Xinyan arrived at the place where the iron ship was parked. Looking at the huge iron ship, Chen Fan suddenly remembered a question.
"Can you steer a ship?" he asked solemnly, "If you can't, we may need to hold a few crew members hostage."
"Don't worry, I know how to steer the ship." Xia Xinyan's eyes flashed with confidence. She pulled Chen Fan towards the iron ship and explained, "These ships are powered by crystal cores and do not require human power to row. As long as they are in Once the direction is set on the compass, the iron ship will sail automatically. As long as the power of the demon crystal is sufficient, the ship can keep sailing. I have learned how to control it on my family's ship, so this little thing won't trouble me."
Hearing Xia Xinyan's words, Chen Fan breathed a sigh of relief.
"Plop." With a sound, Chen Fan landed heavily on the deck of the iron ship. He sat down, his face as pale as paper. He gasped and said: "You control the ship, my last energy will be used to control the sky corpse."
However, the two heavenly corpses did not board the ship. Chen Fan closed his eyes tightly. He could feel the little mental energy left in his body draining away rapidly. He used all his strength to activate this power and injected it into the blood pattern.
Suddenly, the male corpse let out a sharp whistle, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, and instantly rushed towards Ju Yueru and Li Zhuang. Chen Fan shouted: "Let's go!"
Instantly, a huge roar came from inside the iron ship, as if the whole world was shaking. This huge iron ship in Hehuan Cave, under the control of Chen Fan, slowly but steadily broke away from this terrifying corpse burial place.
In the place where the corpses were buried, the disciples of Hehuan Cave Heaven screamed in horror, their expressions full of fear. Li Zhuang and Ju Yueru could only watch the iron ship drifting away. For them, there was nothing they could do.
Chen Fan's body had reached its limit, and his head seemed to be filled with cotton, too heavy to lift. The excessive consumption of mental power made his limbs weak. He was paralyzed on the deck, as if he would fall at any time.
