After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 188 187. The Godly Appearance Reassures the Soul, Powerful Enemies Arrive (8.0K words - Large chapter, please subscribe)
The cave had been separated by Song Yan long ago. Inside were Vasushadha, the underworld sacrificial array, and the underworld corpse monster that was being refined. Outside was a spacious immortal cave, separated by an illusion array. Even if someone accidentally entered, they would just think that an otherworldly master was living in seclusion here.

There were still tears on the cheeks of the female cultivator in white, and a string of bloodstains on her clothes, which were left on her body when her master was pierced through the body by the earth beast.

Song Yan saw with his own eyes how hysterical and grief-stricken this female cultivator was, but when he used the power of the "evil monk", all of this female cultivator's intense emotions were suppressed, and were replaced by an indescribable heartbeat.

The female cultivator in white looked at the young man in front of her and wanted to throw herself into his arms and cry bitterly, and slowly tell him about her thoughts and pain, because she always felt that the young man in front of her was the most perfect man in the world, and as long as this man was there, all her wounds could be healed.

But. Why doesn't she know this man yet?
"Han'e, thank you for saving me, brother."

"You're welcome, it's easy."

"What do you call Taoist brother?"

"Just call me Jian Huang."

Both of them were polite.

Song Yan added: "Miss Han'e has consumed a lot of energy, so please take a rest first."

Han'e bit her lip, glanced at the stone collapse, and then walked to the other side. Although she was infatuated with the man in front of her, she still understood the most basic sense of shame.

Song Yan said gently, "Go to bed and rest. Once you wake up, everything will be over. Whether it's pain or fear, people have to move on and look forward, right?"

If someone else had told her this, Han'e would definitely not have listened to a word, but she kept repeating this man's words in her heart.

"Go ahead, you'll get some rest sooner on the bed."

"Thank you, Brother Jian Huang."

Han'e never refused because this man's bed also had a strong attraction to her.

She took off her boots and lay flat on the bed, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. A bunch of random thoughts came to her mind: Brother Dao can save me from the mouth of the earth beast, he must be a senior, right? But why is Brother Dao so attractive? Will Brother Dao also come to the bed? After all, this is his bed, he can sleep on it, right? If Brother Dao comes over, should I pretend to be asleep? If Brother Dao undresses for me, I...
The distracting thoughts became more and more exaggerated, gradually weaving into a kind of expectation that she herself did not understand. She even felt dry mouth and tense toes. The young man in the distance was like a mysterious and dangerous flame, and she was like a moth.

Just as Han'e was daydreaming, Song Yan raised his hand and pulled up the curtain.

Han Eqiao was stunned, feeling that her thoughts were seen through by the young man, her face flushed, and she thought to herself: "This Taoist brother is really a gentleman."

Song Yan smiled and shook his head, then sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave, took out the stone table, animal skin, and carving knife, and slowly began to make shadow puppets.

Inside the cave, a strand of dark and cold root had climbed to the front of the formation at some point, broke through the ground, and raised its pointed tip as if looking out.

Han'e took a nap and when she woke up, it was already late at night.

The moonlight fell into the cave, but only illuminated a small area at the entrance.

Han'e saw the Taoist brother sitting there, and heard a familiar "rustling" sound in front of her. She suddenly felt a little nervous and touched her body and legs expectantly, and found that they were intact. A strange sense of loss immediately arose.

Han'e was in a weird mood because of this feeling of loss, but she immediately put on her boots and carefully came to Song Yan's side. She looked forward in the moonlight and asked in surprise: "Brother, you can also make shadow puppets?"

Song Yan stopped carving and raised his head and said, "I know a thing or two. Miss Han'e also knows it?"

Han'e nodded happily.

Song Yan moved aside a little, placed a stone bench on the stone platform, and said with a smile: "Since we are fellow Taoists, you may give me some advice."

Han'e was stunned for a moment, but still walked over quickly and sat next to the Taoist brother.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

All the knowledge about shadow puppetry in Han'e's mind was emptied by Song Yan.

But the reverse is also true.

Han'e also learned advanced shadow puppetry techniques such as "Ten Finger Phantom Skin Technique" and "Painted Skin Deformed Soul Technique" from Song Yan.

One day, Song Yan asked, "Miss Han'e, can you do me a favor?"

Han'e looked at this Taoist brother, honey almost flowing out of her beautiful eyes. The pain in her heart caused by the tragic death of her master had healed, and this Taoist brother occupied her entire heart.

Over the past month, this Taoist brother has not touched her, which makes her feel more and more that he is the Taoist partner she has been looking for.

Hearing this, she nodded and said with a smile: "Brother Dao and I are close friends. I will help not only one person, but also ten people. But Han'e is of low level. What can I do to help Brother Dao?"

Song Yan took out a letter, a token, and a bag of black jade, and said, "I cannot leave here for some reason, but I have another letter that needs to be sent to Qinghuan Country urgently. Miss Han'e, please help me send it. Once you arrive in Qinghuan Country, show this token and someone will come to find you."

Han'e lowered her head slightly.

She was somewhat reluctant to leave her Taoist brother.

Song Yan smiled and encouraged: "It only takes a letter of time, Miss Han'e really doesn't want to help me?"

Han'e then took the letter and token and said reluctantly, "Okay then."

Soon, Song Yan escorted her out of the wild land, and only turned back when she entered the area of ​​​​the living people of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan.

Of course, once Han E delivered the letter, she would never see Song Yan again. During this process, the power of the "evil monk" that she was infected with would slowly dissipate. By the time she reached Qinghuan, the westernmost country of the Wuxiang Ancient Kingdom, the power should have completely disappeared.

At that time, Han'e will tear open the letter, which only has one sentence: Qinghuan Shangguo, blue sky and white clouds, far away from troubles, why don't you start a new life here? This token is the proof of residence here. I wish you all the best.

Signed: Jian Huang.

Strictly speaking, Han'e's shadow puppetry is not very advanced, but it is quite subversive.

Normal shadow puppetry involves first drawing a picture of the deity, then carving out the shadow puppet, and finally summoning the spirit.

To put it bluntly, this soul is actually fragments of cause and effect.

The causal fragments are attached to the shadow puppet and operate with the power of the shadow puppet when it was alive.

But Han'e's shadow puppetry is completely opposite. First there are the causal fragments, then they are put on the shadow puppets, and finally the divine image is drawn for them.

Simply put, if Song Yan carved a "two-headed wolf shadow puppet", the best he would end up making would be something with the power of a two-headed wolf.

However, Han'e's shadow puppetry does not set a preset goal, but takes cause and effect, and then puts skin on the cause and effect and draws the divine image.

The former depends entirely on the quality of the leather.

The latter depends on the strength of cause and effect. As long as your cause and effect can hold up, you can draw whatever you want. However, there is also an upper limit, which is the level of Crimson Palace.

The limit of the divine appearance controlled by Han'e is also the first monster in the Crimson Palace.

According to Han E, this wonderful method was passed down by ancestors, but its power was limited to this level, so it was completely useless to high-level cultivators. However, in Song Yan's view, its mystery and potential far exceeded that of "Hundred Aspects Divine Control", and it was for this reason that Song Yan arranged a retreat for this female cultivator, which was considered a tit-for-tat.

At this time, Song Yan glanced at the [Spell] column on the panel.

There is an extra line of information on it: "【Divine Appearance Crimson Soul Technique】(Not Complete)".

Song Yan made some deductions and modifications and turned it into "【Divine Soul-Calming Technique】 (Perfect)".

Only one word was changed in the two spells, but the effects were completely changed.

The limit of the former is the level of the Crimson Palace, and for the latter, as long as the "cause and effect are strong enough" and you can "draw the divine appearance", then you can even create a Heavenly Emperor.

Of course, this powerful forbidden technique has many limitations.

First, one image per painting, that is, one image of a deity can only be painted once;
Second, the image becomes stronger when a person dies. If the target of the image you draw is still alive, the image will be weakened to a certain extent. If the target is dead, the image will become stronger, and you will gain the remaining life span of the target.

Thirdly, strong opposition will backfire. You cannot draw the image of a god whose power is greater than yours. If you force yourself to draw it, it will only backfire.

Song Yan closed his eyes and sensed the strange forbidden technique of "reverse shadow puppetry". His expression changed and he revealed a faint smile.

In fact, he found it quite difficult to figure out the divine appearance of higher-level beings, but he knew the divine appearance of a certain existence very well.

That existence is... himself.

In a blink of an eye, another five years passed.

In five years, Song Yan hunted a lot of local beasts.

Vasusava's "body" became fuller and fuller, and his "Eyes of the Evil Monk" which required a lot of strength to open also consumed less energy and became easier to open.

At the same time, he observed the earth beast and recalled the divine infant and the wood beast. The divine appearance of the former was easy to draw, but it was limited to the divine infant. As for the latter, he could not get the point.

On this day, Song Yan felt the moonlight falling, so he stood up and planned to go out hunting. After all, he had been going out late and coming back early in recent years. Each time he stayed outside, he would usually stay for five to six hours, and then return quickly to refine the corpse monster.

But today, he did not go out, because when he stood in front of the cave entrance, he felt something in his heart. He quickly turned around and came to the back cave. When he looked, he saw a humanoid monster with the aura of the underworld surrounding it had stood up.

His ancient purple mansion-level body had been transformed into a dead, hard substance after long-term refining.

"The corpse of the underworld, it's done!"

Song Yan was happy. As soon as he thought about it, the corpse monsters from the underworld stood up.

Song Yan closed his eyes and found that he could even see, hear, and feel through the corpses of the underworld. Everything was even smoother than the shadow puppets controlled by "Bai Xiang Shen Yu".

The next moment!
Whoosh!
The corpse monster from the underworld broke through the cave, turned into black light and flew out, circling in the low altitude for half an hour. The underworld energy contained in its body did not cause any changes in the heaven and earth, nor did it cause the soul threshold, but allowed it to float smoothly in the air.

After a little thought, Song Yan roughly understood the principle: by restraining the energy of the underworld, he did not attract natural disaster beasts; by successfully entering the world without going through the sea of ​​suffering, he avoided the rules of heaven and earth.

Song Yan continued to try, and he found that although this corpse monster from the underworld could not use magic, just an ordinary punch was enough to exert an attack power equivalent to the secret treasure of a late-stage Divine Infant cultivator.

After completing the test, he recalled the corpse monsters from the underworld and began the further "process".

He took out the formation pen and drew the "Small Heavenly Dao Characters - Yin" on the left palm of the Underworld Corpse Monster. Then he took out the spare "Eight White Cave Crystal Jade" gloves and put them on him. Then he drew the "Jue Xuan Formation" formation pattern on his right palm.

The formation flag regulates the range of the formation, but if it is drawn on the palm of your hand, you can control it by yourself.

A few days later, Song Yan finished his work and took a short rest. He then summoned many souls from the evil bead of the king, and used the soul-stripping method in the "Purple Mansion Yuan Explosion" to quickly strip off the cause and effect of these souls. The "Yang Mutan deposited by the murderous demon monk" was also one of them.
These many causes and effects are densely attached to the corpses in the underworld.

However, the corpses in the underworld are obviously insulated from these causes and effects, so they can only attach but cannot penetrate.

Song Yan observed for a while, then took out an ordinary monster skin, wrapped it completely around the body of the underworld corpse, then took out a paintbrush and carefully painted his own image on the skin.

But when he tried, he found that high-level divine images were extremely difficult to draw, even for himself.

After failing more than ten times, he finally succeeded.

Song Yanchang breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps back, and continued to practice the "Divine Soul-Calming Technique".

All of a sudden, cause and effect seeped out and merged into the divine appearance, and standardized the monster's skin, making it smooth and complete, revealing the appearance of an ordinary young boy.

Song Yan looked at the young man and an idea came to his mind.

A white-clothed immortal suddenly appeared behind the young man. This immortal was weaker than him, but at least he had all the functions. The white-clothed immortal immediately exuded a camouflaged aura, making the young man's aura and soul aura become the same as Song Yan's.

Only when the young man looked exactly like him and the two of them stood face to face as if looking in a mirror did Song Yan couldn't help but laugh.

The monster in front of him has the power of the corpse of the underworld, and 70% to 80% of his power.

Although external objects such as the "King of Henchmen's Furnace and Rosary" cannot be used, this monster is equivalent to him stepping into the "Ancient God Infant Realm". His physical strength directly increases by two levels. If it is combined with spells such as "One Step to the Sky", Song Yan can hardly imagine its true power.

This is an avatar that is stronger than him and can even kill him instantly in person!

“Ha, hahahahaha!!”

Song Yan couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Demon Mother, aren't you looking for me? Come and give it a try."

However, he lowered his head and looked at Vasudeva in the sacrificial array in the underworld.

Vasusava and he had spiritual communication.
As if it understood his difficulties, the dark and cold tree retracted its roots, and then suddenly wrapped around Song Yan's clone. When it reached the mouth, Song Yan's clone automatically opened its mouth, and the Vasudha slid right in.

Afterwards, tree roots stretched out again, grabbed the formation plate and flags of the underworld sacrificial formation, and suddenly put them all into the belly of Song Yan's clone.

The moment the sacrificial array was put away, Song Yan thought that a natural disaster would come, but it did not.

The corpse monsters of the underworld are also naturally isolated from the energy of the underworld.

The underworld energy produced by Vasushapana in the future can be completely stored in its body.

Song Yan looked at his corpse clone and felt very satisfied.

After thinking about it, he took out some storage bags and put them into the belly of the corpse clone for use, and then put a ghost mask on it.

After one stick of incense.
The corpse monster Song Yan turned into a black light and left the cave.

Song Yan himself was not in a hurry. He continued to stay in the cave for a few days before he put away the formation, concealed his breath, and left the barren mountain forest.

It has actually been almost twenty years since the advent of the Dark Ages of Calamity.

In the past twenty years, the entire continent has been in chaos.

The people relocated, and the monks did their best to deal with the natural disaster beasts.

The seal made by the monks had long been broken.

The overflow of the underworld energy is no longer limited to ancient tombs. Even some remote rifts have begun to overflow with the underworld energy. Among them, the place with the most overflow is undoubtedly the seabed. The seabed is closer to the ground, so it is naturally the first to be affected.

For a time, the tsunami was raging, water beasts were rampant, and the coastal cities were flooded again and again.
In addition, there were volcanoes erupting, forests roaring, and although fire beasts and wood beasts were not as numerous as earth beasts and water beasts, there were still some.

As for the golden beast, it has not yet been born.
The Five Elements Natural Disaster Beast seemed to be over-stressed, always aware of the aura of the underworld, and once it discovered it, it would immediately pounce on it and crush it to pieces.

Song Yan's plan is to travel around, observe the appearance of all living beings, explore possible opportunities, and at the same time eliminate the excessively invading natural disaster beasts, and sacrifice and digest them.

Although the "Underworld Sacrifice Array" is sophisticated, he can quickly master any spell or formation he has ever obtained with his wisdom.

Before giving a formation plate to the corpse monster's clone, he had naturally made preparations long ago.

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed
On this day, Song Yan was clearing wood beasts in an area south of the ancient country of Xijue, when suddenly an indescribable sense of crisis emerged in his heart.

Without saying a word, Song Yan quickly fled in the direction opposite to the sense of danger, while controlling the corpse monster Song Yan to approach him.

One day later, he came to a marginal town where there were no more Scourge beasts.

And after another perception, the sense of crisis disappeared.

Song Yan's expression was slightly tense, and he fell into deep thought, muttering in his heart: "The sense of crisis only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared. Now it is completely gone. Could it be that I encountered some terrible natural disaster beast and was stared at by it?"

For a moment, he was somewhat confused and doubtful.

Although it was only a brief moment, he did not take it lightly, because ever since the name "Wushi Tianzun" was made known, he had not experienced this sense of crisis for a long time.

Just then, he heard shouting coming from not far away.

"Sir, would you like a bowl of wontons?"

He turned around and saw a smiling middle-aged man under the tarpaulin, cleaning up the dishes and looking at him with a smile while asking questions.

Song Yan looked around, and the breath of worldly affairs rushed in from all directions.

In the past, the marginal towns were sparsely populated, but now they are bustling and crowded, but they are also accompanied by all kinds of miserable and pitiful people, as well as turmoil. Anyone who can come here to do business must be quite capable.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and observed the surroundings, then took out a silver ingot, pinched off a sesame-sized piece of it in front of him, and said, "Give me a bowl."

The middle-aged man took the money and quickly went to prepare the wontons.

Soon, a bowl of steaming wontons appeared in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan wiped his chopsticks and ate wontons while sensing his surroundings.

When he had eaten about half of it, he scanned the surroundings with his consciousness, but still found nothing.

"What is it?"

He frowned, thinking.

The middle-aged man saw that he was frowning, and seeing that there were few customers around, he sat down on the bench next to him and said with a smile: "Let's drink while we can. In this world, human life is worthless. Sir, at least you still have a bowl of wontons to eat today. Why worry? Hahahaha!"

He smiled, and then continued: "My mother, wife, and daughter all died in the natural disaster. Am I not living a heartless life? I don't have the ability to kill the natural disaster beasts, but it is also a pleasure to watch the immortals kill the natural disaster beasts in the small town on the edge!"

In a small town like this, complaining to others and telling them about your own misery is the most likely way to resonate with them, and then they will start chatting.

After hearing what he said, Song Yan also started talking about this topic.

As they chatted, his nervousness eased a lot. He felt that he was really worrying too much. He couldn't help but think to himself: "It was just a momentary crisis, and it has disappeared for a day. My clone is already nearby. Why are you still worried?"

Before he could finish his thoughts, Song Yan suddenly stood up.

Do not!
He is just worried!
It’s never wrong to be cautious. Even if there is only a momentary danger, we must guard against it and never slack off!
Afterwards, Song Yan bowed to the wonton shop owner, and turned into a beam of light and continued to fly rapidly towards the interior of the Wuxiang Ancient Country. The corpse clone quickly came from the other side and joined him.

A few days later, in a wild place, Song Yan stopped by a lake and took a rest.

But as soon as he stopped, he felt something was wrong.

As soon as the abnormal feeling arose, Song Yan did not rest. He moved his body and wanted to continue escaping.

But at this moment, he saw an invisible shackle breaking through the air. Before he could react, the shackle had already broken into his body and entangled his soul.

Song Yan reacted extremely quickly, and the King of Hell's furnace burned instantly, blocking the shackles outside; the rosary spun rapidly, hitting the shackles, and every impact brought a strong shock to his soul.

In a flash, Song Yan was bleeding from all seven orifices and in great pain all over his body. His soul hiding in the furnace of the King of Hell felt as if struck by lightning and was about to break apart.

At the same time, the corpse monster Song Yan turned into a black light and flew out, punching in the direction of the shackles.

In the clouds, the outline of a female cultivator with long legs was faintly visible.

But the female cultivator did not say anything, and the second shackles were thrown at her immediately.

But when she was halfway through shooting, the female cultivator seemed to realize something was wrong. She hurriedly retracted the shackles, including the first one. Then her figure became ethereal and she fell to the ground like a ghost.

And the fist of the corpse monster Song Yan also fell over.

The air became scorched and burning, and the violent airflow caused the surrounding scenery to begin to distort, as if a beautiful and natural ink painting was casually crumpled by a rough man who had no sense of elegance.

At this moment, a dark hurricane accompanied by the buzzing of insects swept out from behind the female cultivator and hit the fist.

The hurricane is gone!
The fist also retreated temporarily.

The corpse monster Song Yan quickly swept back and stood in front of Song Yan.

Song Yan swept his spiritual sense and saw two figures walking out of the forest quietly.

They were all old acquaintances, one was the Demon Mother Su Yao, and the other was actually Vimala!
When the two sides met, no one wasted words and they fought each other for a while. But after the fight, they realized that the other party was not deliberately trying to bully them, so they temporarily returned to calm.

But whether it was Song Yan, the demon mother Su Yao, or Vimala, they were all somewhat surprised and doubtful.

"Have you entered the Tianzun Secret Realm and looked for your master?"

"Where did you find this helper?"

Both parties spoke at the same time.

Song Yan did not ask "Why is Vilanpo here?", because when Vilanpo appeared, he already had the answer in his mind: the chaos in the world provided the objective conditions. And Vilanpo might have got some opportunity, which provided the subjective conditions.

As for "why Vilanpo could track him", this is also a question that does not need to be asked, because Vilanpo must have obtained some opportunity and means, so he could lock onto the real him. And this opportunity must be extremely high. Even if his "Free Demon Diagram" can deceive the demon, it cannot deceive Vilanpo.

Thinking of the two-headed Vilani insect under the feet of the Ancient God Tianzun, Song Yan blurted out the words in an instant.

If you enter the secret realm of Tianzun, your expression will tell me the answer.

If you haven't been in, or even don't know about it, then what I said is just an attempt to sow discord.

In comparison, the questions from Demon Mother Su Yao seemed more direct.

The next moment, the demon mother Su Yao laughed and said with resentment: "Husband, you are so heartless. I can't find you no matter where I look. Didn't we agree to be together for the rest of our lives?"

Song Yan's body was covered in blood. He blinked, glanced at the calm-faced Vimala, then looked at the demon mother Su Yao. Suddenly, his body moved violently and turned into a rainbow light and shot away.

"Where are you going!"

Demon Mother Su Yao said sternly.

But, at the moment when Song Yan rushed out, the corpse monster Song Yan punched the demon mother Su Yao again.

Demon Mother Su Yao wanted to release the Demon Mother shackles, but when she saw the black light coming again, she couldn't help but get angry and sneered, "You are meddling in too much of your business."

She flicked her sleeves and a pair of shackles went towards the corpse monster Song Yan.

Shackles bind the soul!

But corpses have no souls!
One lock and it's empty!
The demon mother Su Yao turned pale, and another snow-white flying sword shot towards the corpse monster Song Yan.

Snapped!
The treasures of the ancient Lingbo tribe were smashed away like scrap copper and iron. Vilanpo had to help, and a hurricane swept through, finally stopping the corpse monster Song Yan.

Immediately afterwards, the corpse monster Song Yan attacked the demon mother Su Yao mercilessly, and Vilanpo came to the rescue.

For a moment, the three of them were in a stalemate.

It was not until half an incense stick of time had passed that the corpse monster Song Yan took the initiative to distance himself.

The demon mother Su Yao was panting, and Vimala also stopped. Their target was Song Yan, not this mysterious strong man.

The demon mother Su Yao suddenly asked: "What on earth are you?"

Corpse demon Song Yan said calmly: "You are surprised by what you have seen. It is just a technique of soul hiding. You, a witch of the corrupt mind level, certainly can't think of arresting me."

"Soul Hiding Technique?"

The demon mother Su Yao turned her head and looked at Vilampo.

Vilamva shook his head, obviously he had never heard of this spell either.

At this moment, four figures fell from the air from both sides. They were Emperor Shi Xianghuang, the monkey-like demon, the stiff-faced demon, and a pig-headed divine infant from the mountain and sea demon clan.

If Song Yan was still being dragged here by the Demon Mother Su Yao's words, he would have been completely surrounded and would never have been able to escape.

The corpse monster Song Yan could stop one demon ancestor, but he couldn't stop the second one.

Vilanpo suddenly looked at Shiwang Song Yan and said, "That guy is extremely cunning. You may have been deceived by him. Although your moves just now were fierce, you definitely did not use your full strength. This shows that you also have doubts in your heart, is that right?"

Corpse demon Song Yan said casually: "So what? I have an agreement with him. You can kill him anytime you want, but not within this month."

The demon mother Su Yao said: "My husband was very vigilant and chased him all the way. Even with the treasure you got from Vilanpo to hide him, he still managed to escape to this point.

And, sir, I think he was the one who invited you here at short notice, right?

I tell you, there is a high probability that you have been deceived by him and used as a shield.

He will never fulfill what he promised you, so why don't you cooperate with us?

Whatever you want, I will give it to you after I catch my husband."

The corpse monster Song Yan nodded slightly, as if he was thinking.

Suddenly, it and Emperor Shi Xiang Huang attacked at the same time.

A golden light flashed in the hands of Emperor Shi Xiang, as if a bright sun burst out from the air.

The corpse monster Song Yan raised his five fingers into a palm and reached out to grab the sun.

The next moment, the surrounding mountains and rivers were shattered into pieces, and the calm lake surface was struck thousands of feet high and shattered in mid-air!

The corpse monster Song Yan took the opportunity to escape far away!
Emperor Shi Xianghuang narrowed his eyes, swung his long trunk slightly, and said in a deep voice: "What a terrifying physical strength."

Vilanpo asked, "Stronger than you?"

Emperor Shi Xianghuang said: "I don't know how strong it is because it hasn't used its trump card yet. However, its physical strength is definitely stronger than mine. It's just like a corpse from the underworld."

Vilanpo shook his head and said, "Impossible. The corpses of the underworld have no intelligence. I have never heard of anyone being able to control the corpses of the underworld."

After saying that, it looked at the Demon Mother Su Yao again.

Demon Mother Su Yao also shook her head. Even though she had experienced the three realms, from evil thoughts to obsession-level demons, and then to corrupt thoughts-level demons, she had never seen the "Corpse Monster of the Underworld" being controlled.

This heartless and soulless thing cannot speak, and can only hunt down beings with souls. It is a life form in the underworld that was created in the Destroyed World. Although it is only the lowest level, it is definitely not controllable.

If someone really tried to create a corpse monster from the underworld, the corpse monster from the underworld would attack that person the moment it was born. Besides, she had never heard of anyone being able to create a corpse monster from the underworld.

Vilanpo said: "Never mind, let's continue with our plan. Song Yan must die."

Demon Mother Su Yao said: "I want Vasushahua."

Vilanpo said, "I want the king's treasure."

Demon Mother Su Yao said: "Elephant King, if you catch up with Song Yan again, please help stop the mysterious master."

Emperor Shi Xianghuang responded in a deep voice, and then said, "But we have agreed that after you get Vasudha, we need to enter the Tianzun Secret Realm again. We were in too much of a hurry last time, and we only took a few peripheral treasures and escaped."

Demon Mother Su Yao smiled and said, “Of course, with Vasusha Hua, we can lure away the guards of the secret realm, enter the depths safely, and take the core treasure of the strongest person in the ancient times of the Xuan Realm.

As for how to divide it, we will talk about it later. I am a demon, and what you want is not very different, so there will not be many conflicts. "

Emperor Shi Xianghuang nodded with satisfaction.

Immediately, Vilanpo took out a compass-like treasure from the void. The treasure was very ancient, dark golden in color, and some invisible aura was floating on the tip of the needle. This was picked by Vilanpo from the Vilanworm in the black hurricane when he attacked Song Yan.

At this time, the needle tip was spinning and soon heading somewhere.

The six figures chased after him again without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)