Dawang Village was originally just an ordinary mountain village, where villagers relied on hunting and farming for generations. After the establishment of the "Iron Spear Temple", Dawang Village attracted some popularity, and its scale became several times larger than before, showing a trend of urbanization.

Chen Luo walked into Dawang Village and saw two newly built bluestone roads.

There are restaurants and tea houses on both sides, as well as some jugglers, which looks very lively. These people are all villagers who make a living around the "Iron Spear Temple".

"Incense."

Standing in front of the Iron Spear Temple, Chen Luo stopped. The tracking of the Origin Seal ended here, and the last place where the aura disappeared was the teahouse in front.

Glancing at the incense gathered in the Iron Spear Temple, and the illusory shadow of the 'incense god' above the temple, Chen Luo sensed a breath of the legendary world.

Going up the stairs, Chen Luo came to a window seat on the second floor.

This is where the breath was cut off. Not long ago, the masked corpse cultivator and his wife Ren Ji stayed here for a short time. Looking down from the window, below is the gate of the Iron Spear Temple.

“How miserable!”

"I don't know where this murderer came from. He is so bold that he even dares to kill the temple master. Aren't you afraid of the punishment from the master?"

A noise came from below.

Soon, a group of people were seen carrying a body out of the Iron Spear Temple. The body was covered with a white cloth, and judging from the expressions of the villagers, the dead person should be an important person.

Chen Luo's spiritual sense moved, and he soon saw the face of the withered corpse under the white cloth.

This person was Lai Ergou, who had picked up the fragments of his magical weapon.

"Huh?"

Chen Luo narrowed his eyes, and then his figure flashed and appeared downstairs.

Several young men were carrying the corpse and walking out of the village. The appearance of Chen Luo did not attract anyone's attention. In their vision and perception, there was no such person as Chen Luo at all.

The illusory figure walked through the crowd, approached the corpse, and pressed his palm against the corpse's face.

'Contacted with the brain waves of a dead person, damage level 7%, do you want to read it?'

After the familiar interface, Chen Luo withdrew his arm.

"How will Widow Pan live without me?"

"The master will definitely kill this monster!"

Lai Ergou had two obsessions, the first of which Chen Luo automatically ignored, and the second was exactly the clue Chen Luo was looking for.

It was unknown what method the masked corpse cultivator used to cut off the tracking of the Origin Seal. This magical power "borrowed" from Ge Xian still had many flaws. If it was Ge Xian who took action, this situation would never have happened.

"You're actually moving away? Have you given up?"

Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and in an instant he turned into a stream of light and chased out of the village.

The masked corpse cultivator's escape speed is very fast.

After searching the temple master's soul, he felt something was wrong. This famous Snow Mountain was really just an empty shell! The so-called first deputy headmaster's mind was full of the fat widow at the entrance of the village. The content of the picture was so explosive.

Thinking of these things, the masked corpse cultivator's old face couldn't help but darken.

He was an old monster who had practiced for two lifetimes, and his age in both lifetimes was more than 5,000 years. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen such a primitive picture, but he didn't expect that this soul search would give him a big surprise. The temple master named Reid had all these things in his mind, and he didn't have any information about the Snow Mountain Ancestor that he wanted.

"The Snow Mountain Old Ghost must have noticed the problem, and he was careless this time."

Sensing the warning aura constantly coming from the spirituality.

The masked corpse cultivator's pace increased a bit, and the two corpses that had been following him were also collected by him. Out of caution, he transformed himself into an old woman, and his cultivation level was only at the foundation-building stage.

They are all those who have worked their way up among the casual cultivators. They have escaped countless times, so they naturally know the safest way to hide.

"who!"

As I was daydreaming, a feeling of extreme danger came over me.

Without thinking, the masked corpse cultivator slapped back with his palm. The palm condensed and twisted into a ball of green poisonous mist.

All the green plants and rocks along the way were covered by the green poison and were corroded and worn away.

The surroundings were visibly decayed, and a thick smell of corpses spread. The originally green mountains and clear waters turned into a black stone wasteland in the blink of an eye. A large number of ghost lights appeared in the air, and coffins emerged from the ground one after another. Even the moonlight above was blocked by the black cloud of death.

After being struck by a palm strike, the masked corpse cultivator quickly turned around, grabbed the coffin on the left side, and pulled it with his right hand.

The coffin lid fell down and Ren Ji's corpse walked out.

The most powerful power of a corpse cultivator is the refined corpse in his hand.

Even for corpse cultivators at the Hedao level, it was the same. When he was still at the Qi Refining level, Chen Luo had come into contact with corpse cultivation, and at that time he made a good friend. Later, he also recruited several brains who had made great achievements in corpse cultivation.

Therefore, his attack speed was even faster than that of the masked corpse cultivator.

At the moment when the corpse puppet was about to walk out of the coffin, he had already made his move. The movement was very small, almost silent.

The black chessboard hit the back of the masked corpse cultivator's head from behind. The power of Dao Yun exploded the moment it hit him, and it was not until he let go that the masked corpse cultivator realized that he had been ambushed.

Bang!

His head exploded, and with a scream, the upper half of the masked corpse cultivator's body was blown into a bloody mist, and his terrified Nascent Soul flew out from the remains of the corpse.

"What kind of 'Tao' is this?!"

There was no sign of his attack, no fluctuation of spiritual power. Even the rhyme of Tao he released was not detected, which meant that the person in front of him had a better understanding of Tao than him.

His 'Tao' crushed his own 'Shiki Dao'.

"right way!"

With a "puff" sound, a pitch-black hand reached out from behind and grabbed the Nascent Soul of the masked corpse cultivator. The ancient corpse poison spread along the palm of the hand, and in the blink of an eye, the Nascent Soul in the hand was poisoned into blood.

"The remains of Fang Tianzun!"

The masked corpse cultivator's voice filled with hatred rang out.

His original plan was to launch a surprise attack on the other party, but he somehow ended up being the one being attacked. Looking at the almost fully formed corpse puppet, his hatred suddenly reached its limit.

It was clearly him who discovered the body first!

But he was intercepted by this despicable villain, and now he is plotting against him.

If you lose at one step, you lose at every step!

He had lost the initiative and was ambushed, his body and Nascent Soul were destroyed. He had to escape from here as soon as possible, take over a new body and make a comeback.

"As long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. I will leave the corpse puppet in this person's hands for now. I will come and trouble this person after it recovers."

Before the masked corpse cultivator could finish his thoughts, he saw Chen Luo opposite him taking something out of his storage bag.

A gray soul flag.

"Soul Cultivation?!"

"Don't be anxious, fellow Daoist. I have a lot of friends here and I'll introduce them to you." Chen Luo grinned.

The soul flag in his hand began to fluctuate slightly, and one twisted and hideous evil spirit after another emerged from it.

Especially the nine evil spirits in the lead, they looked at him as if he were a little lamb.

'so much'

A final thought flashed through the masked corpse cultivator’s mind.

After refining so many evil spirits, why didn't this person go crazy?

Half a day later.

A streak of light streaked across the sky and appeared in this unrecognizable abandoned forest.

The person who came was an old man wearing a Taoist robe from the Pure Yang Sect. He frowned, as if he was looking for someone. He retracted his scattered spiritual consciousness and flashed to the bottom of the pile of rocks. He stretched out his hand and waved it, and the pile of rocks exploded, revealing the deep pit below.

The old man squatted down and picked up a little dust from the cracks in the stone.

“Ashes?!”

The old man frowned.

Who is so particular that after killing someone, they would help bury him?

"It will be easy if we have ashes."

Placing the wisp of ashes in the palm of his hand, the old man raised his left hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and a light lit up.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew up from all around. The old man standing in the middle had his robes fluttering and his hair and beard flying backwards. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted loudly.

"Don't come back yet!"

A chilly breath swept through the forest, and the barren, abandoned forest became even more eerie under the erosion of this breath. A layer of gray mist rose between the trees and rocks, and it seemed as if something was moving in it.

The old man turned his right hand quickly and wrote the word "return" in the air.

The wind in the forest was getting stronger, and there were more and more shadows moving behind me. The footsteps were getting more and more frequent, as if there were hundreds or even thousands of people walking around. Behind the original hazy shadows, there were some wandering souls wearing black clothes.

A trace of cold sweat appeared on the old man's forehead.

Something is wrong!

Where is the soul?

The old man's magical power was a secret technique for summoning the soul of a ghost. As long as the person had died within a month, he could use this secret technique to summon the soul back.

But now, he tried to summon the ashes in his hand for a long time, but ended up summoning nothing. Instead, he attracted some things that were difficult to deal with.

"Disperse!"

After a while, the old man reached his limit, and the spiritual light in his hand began to fade. The wind in the forest suddenly died down, and the hazy gray shadow began to disappear. Just when he thought the summoning of the spirit was about to end, a black shadow suddenly attacked him.

boom!!

The old man seemed to have been prepared. The moment the black shadow made his move, a purple jade talisman appeared in his hand. The two forces collided and a black and purple ball exploded. The already dilapidated wasteland collapsed again under the impact of this force.

An unwilling roar echoed throughout the mountains and forests. After this attack, the black shadow's power was completely exhausted, and it disappeared along with the previous hazy gray shadow.

Snap!

The purple jade talisman in the old man's hand shattered, and the jade residue slipped through his fingers.

His face looked a little ugly. He had wasted a precious jade talisman, but ended up not finding any useful clues.

"What's this?"

Just as the old man was about to leave, a dark bone beneath the broken ground caught his attention... (End of this chapter)