The clouds are thick and the wind is blowing fast.

Yan Wushen was wearing a large black robe, with a strong body and strong facial features. He walked up the stairs steadily and stepped into a temple made of bones.

The temple is in the shape of a square, as big as a hill, and like a coffin. It is located in the southwest of the vast Santu River Basin and belongs to a great god of the Bone Clan.

now.

The original owner of this temple was kneeling outside the temple, like a frightened bone beast.

Stepping into the temple, the space expanded and became a completely independent dark world.

To the front left, Yan Wushen saw the weak water flowing in the divine light of space.

In the front right is the red crow tree rooted in the flame cloud.

"I have met the two half-ancestors. Where is the master?"

Yan Wushen stood upright and only held his fists to show respect.

"Wow!"

The figure of the corpse nightmare appeared in front of the temple, as old and thin as ever. But even though he was just a clone projection now, the ancestral charm emanating from his body was still heart-stopping.

"Meet the Master."

Yan Wushen bowed deeply and saluted, all his arrogance subdued.

"Chi Kunlun didn't come back with you?" Corpse Nightmare's voice was hoarse and distant.

Yan Wushen said: "He is practicing in seclusion in the Yuhuang Realm and does not know the news of Zhang Ruochen's death."

The corpse nightmare does not have the kindness and cynicism of the former star sea fishermen, but more of the majesty of the ancestors and the unpredictable vast chaos.

He said: "Zhang Ruochen died in the hands of my master."

Yan Wushen's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were calm, and he said: "Master must have a reason to kill him."

The corpse nightmare slowly said: "In the beginning, we allowed him to grow up and even helped him secretly. The fundamental reason was to make him a sharp sword, a sharp blade that can help us cut off all threats. But nothing happened to us.

He developed by default, but instead, as his cultivation increased, he became our enemy again and again, causing us heavy losses."

"The Liang organization was destroyed, the Ancestor of Life fell, the Nine-Headed Stone Man was defeated, and Lord Lei died tragically. Eighty thousand years ago, we suffered heavy casualties in the battle of Beizawa Great Wall."

"This sword is no longer the sword we originally wanted."

Yan Wushen said: "Disciple has long said that Zhang Ruochen is never a person who is willing to be used, and he will never be willing to be a chess piece."

"So, before he has ancestor-level combat power, he must be eliminated." Corpse Nightmare said.

Yan Wushen keenly sensed that Corpse Nightmare was hiding something from him.

There would never be only one reason to kill Zhang Ruochen.

Otherwise, he would have been killed long ago, why wait until now?

The words that Corpse Nightmare just said sounded like they were trying to scare the tigers and kill the chickens to scare the monkeys.

Yan Wushen said: "Before coming, this disciple went to the star field where Zhang Ruochen died and met the Dark Lord. He was condensing the cauldron of origin!"

"When Zhang Ruochen self-destructed, the Cauldron of Origin happened to be in a semi-original particle state. It was washed away in the destructive energy and spread throughout the star field." Mother of Weak Water said.

Yan Wushen asked curiously: "Why doesn't Master take such a precious treasure and instead give it to others?"

Corpse Nightmare said: "This itself is a deal between Master and Him!"

"oh!"

Yan Wushen further confirmed in his heart that his guess was correct.

Corpse Nightmare really has something going on, hide it from him.

Because, the Dark Lord was actually involved in Zhang Ruochen's death.

To kill Zhang Ruochen, two ancestors are needed?

Corpse Nightmare said: "Zhang Ruochen has had a huge influence on this era, and there are countless monks willing to avenge him. Between us and the God Realm, whoever can seize the power of hatred will have a chance to defeat the opponent. Therefore, the Cauldron of Origin,

Neither my master nor the Eternal Prime Minister dared to get involved, so they could only take advantage of the Dark Lord."

Yan Wushen smiled and said: "The Dark Lord thought he had gained an advantage, but he didn't know that now many monks in the heavenly universe, the sword world, and the hell world regard him as the culprit who killed Zhang Ruochen. Now the monks from all sides dare not be angry.

I dare to say that it is because he has the ancestor-level combat power. In the future, if one of the island masters, Tianmu, Nutian God, and Fengdu Emperor can break through the ancestors, it will be enough for him to drink a pot. Master, this is

This transaction will definitely not be a loss.”

"More than just a loss? Wushen may not know that in order to obtain the Cauldron of Origin, the Dark Lord traded the entire Xingtian Cliff to the Nightmare Ancestor." The Red Crow King said with a smile.

Yan Wushen was greatly moved.

The Dark Lord is by no means a stupid person, how could he only lose money but not make any profit?

What the Dark Lord got was definitely not just the Cauldron of Origin.

Corpse Nightmare seemed to see the doubts in Yan Wushen's heart, and said: "The Dark Lord's broken body and black hand have been separated for too long. If they want to be completely integrated, they must use the power of the Cauldron of Origin. Moreover, he will still need it in the future.

Cooperate with us to deal with the God Realm and take back the eternal soul that belongs to him and is refined by the Seventy-Two-Rank Lotus."

"That's it." Yan Wushen said.

Suddenly.

Corpse Nightmare said: "What did he say to you?"

Yan Wushen immediately bowed and said: "I dare not hide it from Master. He said that Zhang Ruochen's today is my tomorrow, and he wants to alienate our relationship."

"What a dark lord, he is looking for death." The cold voice of the Red Crow King sounded.

Corpse Nightmare asked: "Wushen, what do you think?"

Yan Wushen said: "Master, if you want to kill me, why bother cultivating me for so many years? Our ultimate goal is to survive the numerous tribulations of the universe's restart and enter a new era. What we have to do is to help Mingzu kill this

Obstacles on the road, instead of killing your own people."

Corpse Nightmare nodded slightly and said: "Our biggest opponent is the God Realm. Now, there are more Dark Lords and Hongmeng Black Dragons, so it is necessary to cultivate one or two more ancestors to have a chance of winning. After Zhang Ruochen's death, no one can win.

God, your opportunity has truly come!"

Two spatial ripples appeared.

Mingcheng and Hongding flew out of the ripples.

"Underworld City, my master helped you capture it. If you lose it again, the corresponding punishment will be ten times heavier than the last time. Hong Ding is the cauldron of truth and can help you realize the Tao. You must not let my master down.

!" Corpse Nightmare's tone was stern, but there was a caring look in his eyes.

"This disciple must break through the Half Ancestor Realm as quickly as possible."

Yan Wushen accepted the two treasures and knelt down on one knee to salute. He suddenly thought of something and said: "Zhang Ruochen's Wuji Divine Way is so mysterious and incomparable, has it really fallen like this?"

Corpse Nightmare said: "There is no end to success, and there is no end to death. He reversed Taoism and everything returned to nothingness. There is no Zhang Ruochen in the world anymore! In fact, when he found him as his teacher, he already had the intention of committing suicide.

"

Even the ancestor is certain to have fallen, so he must be completely dead!

However, Yan Wushen didn't believe that Zhang Ruochen was looking for Corpse Nightmare. Maybe... he was looking for Ming Ancestor.

Who is Ming Zu?

In the current universe, I'm afraid only Zombie knows about it.

After Yan Wushen exited the temple, he returned to the Yuhuang Realm.

Once Zhang Ruochen dies, the situation becomes even more delicate. A lot of tribulations have passed, and the ultimate decisive battle in the universe may come at any time. If he doesn't break through the Half-Ancestor as soon as possible, he will have no chance of survival.

Even if the Half-Ancestor breaks through the realm, he will only narrowly escape death.

Only by reaching the Ancestral Realm and being able to pose a threat to the immortal can we hold half of our destiny in our hands.

"Zhang Ruochen, what have you experienced? What makes you have to take the road of death? Even the beauty of life cannot keep you?"

Yan Wushen looked back at the towering Bone Temple and wanted to know what the corpse nightmare was hiding from him.

Inside the palace.

Corpse Nightmare asked: "How are your injuries?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, there is nothing serious."

The Mother of Weak Waters and the Red Crow King spoke in unison.

Although the ancestor's suppression bought them time to escape, the Mother of Weak Water and the Red Crow King were still injured by Zhang Ruochen's self-destruction.

He has been recovering from his injuries for hundreds of years, but he has not been able to fully recover.

The Mother of Weak Water said: "The Dark Lord cannot be trusted. He will definitely expose Shi Ji's identity. Shi Ji stays on the bright side, just like a target."

"Shi Ji and Soul Mother are together. Unless the gods get involved, no one can do anything to them." Corpse Nightmare added: "Before taking back the eternal soul, the Dark Lord does not dare to offend us, so there is no need to worry.

Their flaw lies in the backhand Zhang Ruochen left behind before his death."

"Ancestor Nightmare thinks that Zhang Ruochen went to the Liuli Temple and informed someone of the matter?" Mother of Weak Water said.

Corpse Nightmare nodded and said: "Chi Yao and Xue Jue are the most suspects! Red Crow King, take Xingtian Cliff with you to go to the undead vampire clan, capture Xue Jue, search for his soul, and find out what's going on."
To be continued...