"disease."

Chen Luo's figure flashed and turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky. Flying with him was a terrifying corpse puppet with black air all over its body. This corpse puppet was a new product that Chen Luo had painstakingly refined, and it was only one step away from being perfected.

The corpse puppet couldn't be taken away, but he could bury it in the ruins. When he returned to eight thousand years later, he could dig it out and prove whether the time and space where Jiegu was was the same as the time and space where he was eight thousand years later.

Snowy mountains.

Several young men dressed in the uniforms of the Great Snow Mountain disciples were lying in the snow in a disorderly manner.

A masked corpse cultivator in a black robe was pinching a person with one hand.

Not far behind him, two corpses stood motionless. The one on the left was Ren Ji, and the one on the right still had a lot of blood on it, which showed that it was a newly refined corpse. If Chen Luo was here, he would be able to tell at a glance that this newly refined corpse was Yin Xi from the Miaoyin Sect, the former Miaoyin Fairy.

After Chen Luo refined the corpse of the Blood God into a corpse puppet, the Blood God, who lost his carrier, died suddenly. The only one left was Yin Xi, who was no match for the Hedao corpse cultivator. After holding on for a while, the masked corpse cultivator seized the opportunity and refined him into a corpse puppet alive.

He came to the Great Snow Mountain this time to seek revenge on Chen Luo and to snatch the remains of Fang Tianzun that was "stolen" by Chen Luo.

"I didn't expect this man to be so powerful in controlling his subordinates. These people would rather die than reveal his whereabouts."

Looking at the corpse in his hand whose soul search had failed, a hint of indifference flashed in the eyes of the masked corpse cultivator.

This is the third group of people he has arrested.

According to the information purchased by Wanbaolou, all those who were arrested were direct disciples of Daxueshan. Even these direct disciples did not know the whereabouts of the Snow Mountain Patriarch, and the same must be true for others.

The masked corpse cultivator would never know that the direct disciple of the Great Snow Mountain had nothing to do with Chen Luo, the Snow Mountain Patriarch. At the beginning, a group of foreign forces such as the Pure Yang Immortal Sect entered this place and seized the living space of the local cultivators.

In order to survive, these local monks all registered under the name of the Snow Mountain Ancestor and became a member of the Great Snow Mountain.

This is how the Snow Mountain power was born.

In name it is a force, but in reality it is just a loose alliance. Many of them don't even know what Chen Luo looks like. It is doomed to be a waste of effort for the masked corpse cultivator to capture these people and ask about Chen Luo's whereabouts.

Bang!

Half a day later.

The masked corpse cultivator captured two more disciples from the Great Snow Mountain.

"Corpse Demon?!"

The moment they saw the masked corpse cultivator, the faces of the two Snow Mountain disciples turned pale. In the past six months, people have been missing in the Snow Mountain. In order to catch the murderer, the Snow Mountain leaders jointly offered a reward of 300 high-quality spirit stones in Wanbao Tower. Unfortunately, no one has taken up the task so far, and only someone sold them a piece of information.

The name "Corpse Demon" was derived based on this piece of news.

"I really don't know where the ancestor is. Please let me go."

The two Great Snow Mountain disciples knelt on the ground with a thump and began to kowtow and beg for mercy.

"I just like tough guys like you."

The masked corpse cultivator sneered.

The people he arrested were all second-generation disciples of the Great Snow Mountain with status. According to information from the Wanbao Pavilion, these two people were direct disciples of the Snow Mountain Patriarch, and the elders in their family were the third deputy leaders of the Great Snow Mountain. They were considered the core descendants of the Great Snow Mountain.

"I'm not, I really am not...Ah!!"

The two 'core descendants' of the Great Snow Mountain had not even finished begging for mercy when they were captured by the masked corpse cultivators and their souls were searched and refined.

As corpse cultivators, the soul-searching technique they mastered was naturally not a gentle one. After a soul-search, the two "direct disciples" collapsed to the ground with foam at the mouth, no longer able to speak.

"Still don't know?"

The masked corpse cultivator was a little annoyed.

He had already attacked four times in a row, which was a big risk. If he continued to do so, it would be very likely to alert the enemy, and it would not be so easy to launch a sneak attack at that time. As they were both in the Hedao realm, it would be difficult for him to defeat Chen Luo without a sneak attack, let alone snatch the remains of Fang Xianzun from him.

"Try again. If it still doesn't work, give up!" The masked corpse cultivator was furious.

This time he planned to directly capture the first deputy leader of the Great Snow Mountain. He didn't believe that the first deputy leader didn't know the location of the ancestor.

Having made up his mind, the masked corpse cultivator changed his aura again, sneaked into the market town quietly, and came to Wanbao Tower once again.

If Wanbaolou didn't refuse to sell the clues of the Hedao monk, he would have wanted to buy the whereabouts of the Snow Mountain Patriarch directly. But if you think about it, you can understand that if Wanbaolou really dared to sell the whereabouts of the Hedao monk, it would be impossible for them to survive until now. How many old monsters who can merge with the Dao are easy to deal with?

"That guy is here again."

On the top floor of Wanbao Tower, the Dragon King and Chen Luo stood by the window, looking down at the masked old demon below.

Being both at the Hedao realm, if one party deliberately hides himself, it is difficult for the other party to detect.

"Although the image has changed, the soul wave has not changed."

The Dragon King looked at Chen Luo.

"Should we stop him?"

"Need not."

Chen Luo shook his head. He could sense that the clone of the Illusion God Gu was approaching this direction quickly. In this case, it was natural to let the clone take the lead. As for the "direct descendants" and "deputy leaders" implicated in the Great Snow Mountain, whether they could survive depended entirely on their own luck. Anyway, these people used his name and did nothing good.

A few spirit stones can only buy the right to be listed as a figurehead, and the protection fee is another matter.

"How's the pill making going? Any new progress?"

Seeing that Chen Luo had no intention of continuing, the Dragon King turned the topic to the issue he was concerned about.

The two of them initially collaborated because of elixirs.

With the support of the vast resources of the Jiaolong King, Chen Luo's alchemy skills improved dramatically. After more than a dozen iterations, the latest pills he refined already looked like elixirs, no longer as scary as the first version, the elixir gas that came out had become fragrant, and the surface of the pills had become very round.

"Almost."

Chen Luo replied vaguely.

"Almost the same again? You said the same thing last time, but the elixir you made poisoned my subordinate General Crab and turned him mute."

The dragon king's face turned dark.

He felt like he was on a pirate ship, but he was unwilling to get off now. He had invested so much in the early stage, and it would be a waste if he gave up now. But if he continued to persevere, he saw no hope. This dilemma made him particularly uncomfortable.

"After all, it's a seventh-level elixir, so it's normal to have some side effects."

Chen Luo still remembered the time when General Crab was poisoned and silenced. That was the first time he refined a "magic pill" that did not emit black smoke. He was so happy at the time that he boasted a little about the efficacy of this pill.

The Dragon King was overjoyed that the elixir was ready, so he gave the extra elixir to his subordinate General Crab, which led to this tragedy.

"I don't have many medicinal herbs left."

The Jiaolong King did not ask any more questions, but reminded him. If the medicinal materials in his hand were exhausted and Chen Luo's elixir had not been refined, the relationship between the two would most likely change.

"rest assured."

Chen Luo only replied with two words and ended the topic.

In the market below.

The masked corpse cultivator had already bought the information he wanted and flew towards the direction of the Great Snow Mountain. Standing on the top floor, Chen Luo pocketed the spirit stones he earned from selling the information, and then sent a message to his clone.

To the west of Snow Mountain is the Iron Spear Temple.

This small temple built by Er Laizi has been very popular in recent years and has gained some fame in the surrounding area. The owner of the temple, Er Laizi, has also changed his name and is now called Lai De.

The master of Reid Temple was sitting at the gate of Iron Spear Temple, basking in the sun.

He was now extremely glad for the choice he made. If it weren't for the protection of the master, he wouldn't have the good life he has now.

'So the most important thing in life is choice. If you choose the right path, you can win without any effort!'

Just when I was feeling proud, the light suddenly dimmed.

A figure walked into the Iron Spear Temple, and his burly body just blocked the setting sun that was shining in.

"Three taels of talisman paper, one ounce of holy water, and one hundred ounces of magic tools. If you don't have money, go outside and kowtow. The master will bless you..."

Reid didn't even open his eyes as he quoted the price skillfully.

The Iron Spear Temple was very popular, with people from other villages coming to burn incense every day. Reid had long been accustomed to the worship of these fools. He knew that the more polite he was, the less these people would believe. On the contrary, if he acted superior, these people would become extremely pious.

That's human nature.

The human nature that Er Laizi had never been able to touch before.

"I'm looking for someone."

A hoarse voice sounded, the sound was abrasive and harsh, and Ryder frowned. He stopped fanning himself and opened his eyes.

What he saw was a burly man who was two meters tall. The oppressive feeling of his body size made him subconsciously take a second look.

"Please give me five hundred lots..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt his body lighten. He was actually lifted up by the strong man's hand.

"Where is the Snow Mountain Ancestor?"

The sturdy man pinched Reid's neck and spoke in a grim tone.

The deputy head of the Great Snow Mountain is a mortal who has not entered the Dao. When the masked corpse cultivator first bought the news, he thought he was deceived. After confirming it several times, he found that the news was actually true.

This gradually brought him back to his senses.

This snowy mountain doesn't seem to be a serious force.

"How dare you! Do you know where this place is?!"

Reid is not from the world of immortal cultivation.

He gained this position of deputy head by relying on the influence of Iron Spear. Among so many people in the Great Snow Mountain, he was the only one who had received the reward from the ancestor. This alone was enough for him to secure his position as deputy head.

The group of "direct disciples" below who have ulterior motives also need a mascot to serve as deputy leader.

"A mortal who can't even sense spiritual power..."

The masked corpse cultivator lost his patience, and the spiritual power in his hands circulated, turning into black gas and corroding towards Reid. (End of this chapter)