"What exactly is hidden in that man? Daoting, Tianshu Pavilion, various aristocratic families, sects, and our evil sects, sanren, and Taoist people are all looking for him?"

The old man in the sword box seemed to be smiling, "I understand, what?"

The wolf-toothed man was stunned.

The old man from the sword box said, "If you don't have the golden elixir or the feathering, even if you are given this opportunity, what can you do?"

"Can you fight against Dao Ting's suppression or the Demon Sect's pursuit?"

"Since it's a chess piece, just make what the chess piece should do."

"With your and my cultivation, it's far from being too late. Consider the problem of holding on to black and white..."

The old man in the sword box spoke harshly.

The wolf-toothed man did not think it was offensive, but instead stretched out his bright red tongue, licked his upper lip, and said with a grim smile:

"I am a demon cultivator. Isn't it natural to see the meat and want to eat a few bites?"

The old man in the sword box had a hollow eyes and was intriguing:

"If you eat the meat of immortality, your life will be gone."

The immortal flesh...

A shiny light appeared in the eyes of the wolf-toothed man.

The pale boy's face also had an unusual blush.

The three of them had their own ulterior motives for a while.

From the beginning, the old woman who had been silent suddenly opened her eyes wide and said wildly:

"My child, my child!"

The wolf-toothed man frowned, "Why did she go crazy?"

The old woman ignored her and said with a weird smile:

"I found...my personal flesh and blood, my child is not dead..."

She flashed and looked like the wind, escaping towards a mountain peak to the south.

The three old men in the sword box had to follow her.

The four of them finally stayed on a small hill.

The hills here are remote and desolate, but the scenery is quiet, and the sunset is full of rays of light.

Above the hills, there is a small tomb.

The old woman looked focused, her hands were like steel, digging up soil and stones, digging open the grave, revealing a coffin inside.

The old woman grabbed the fingers lightly and shattered a corner of the coffin, then lifted it hard, and the lid of the coffin was split in an instant.

In the coffin, a little zombie lies.

The old woman trembled and held the little zombie in her arms.

"My child, my child..."

The pale boy frowned, "Is this a zombie? Aren't the zombies nearby burned by the corpse burning array? There are even fish that escaped the net?"

The wolf-toothed man looked around and raised his eyebrows, "It seems that someone has left this zombie and buried it here..."

"Is this zombie's relative?"

"What is it for burying here?"

"Who knows..."

"It's not for corpses."

"This zombie is too small and has weak strength. What should I do when I refine it? Do I serve tea and water?"

...

The old man in the sword box looked solemn, "This little zombie is a good embryo for refining corpses. It only has corpse energy, no blood, and is clean."

"What a good embryo?"

"Jade Corpse..."

"What?"

The old man in the sword box didn't say anything more, "You don't refine the corpse, and you won't understand it if you say it."

The pale boy showed displeasure.

The wolf-toothed man suddenly realized, "When I say so, this old woman is actually a corpse cultivator?"

Among the few people, the old man from the sword box and the pale boy knew the origin, but he was not familiar with the old woman.

The old man in the sword box nodded slightly, "Her son died early. In order to revive his son, he learned to refine his corpse and transformed his son into a zombie."

"But she refines the wrong one, and what she refines is a special blood corpse."

"Eat human flesh and drink human blood every day."

"She killed someone to feed her son, and was finally discovered by Dao Ting. Her blood corpse son was killed by Dao Tingsi in front of her. She went completely crazy and completely fell into a corpse cultivator."

"For so many years, she has been specializing in killing unfaithful men and monks from Daotingsi."

"At the same time, I'm also keen on turning children into zombies."

"All the zombies she has refined are her children..."

"but……"

The old man in the sword box stared slightly, "This little zombie may be a bit special..."

The old woman also cherished the little zombie in her arms, as if she was coaxing her own flesh and blood.

The pale boy tsked, and suddenly said "Huh" again, "This little zombie seems to have a formation on his chest?"

"Formation?" The wolf-toothed man was slightly stunned.

The pale boy said strangely: "It's not a normal formation..."

He whispered: "Old woman, this little zombie, lend me a look."

The old woman asked if she hadn't heard of it.

The pale young master repeated it again.

The old woman was still indifferent.

The pale boy was furious, "I'm so old, I'm shameless to give you..."

He reached out and wanted to steal the little zombie in the old woman's hand, but when he reached out, he seemed to touch the old woman's reverse scales.

The old woman's aura changed suddenly, her face was ferocious, her pupils were erect, and her withered skin turned into a bronze color, and the corpse turned into a bronze corpse.

Her right hand tore, and the wind blew up, tearing the pale boy's arm.

Bright red blood flowed out.

The gloomy corpse poison infiltrated.

The pale boy's face turned pale, but his cheeks were covered with a strange redness due to shame and anger.

"Old guy, you're looking for death!"

The old woman hugged the little zombie tightly and roared at the pale boy, revealing her two long fangs.

The pale boy's face was gloomy and wanted to do something, but was stopped by the old man from the sword box.

"Don't mess with her."

The pale boy seemed to have a little fear of the old man in the sword box, and snorted coldly and restrained his breath.

The old woman took off her corpse and turned into an ordinary old woman again, holding the child in her arms, looking peaceful and peaceful.

The old man from the sword box looked up at the sky and said:

"It's getting late, it's time to set off."

He turned his head and looked at the other people, with a blank expression, but a serious tone:

"Do what we should do and don't worry too much about other things."

The old man helped the sword box behind him.

The sword box trembled slightly, and a bloodthirsty desire came out.

"Don't worry..."

The old man said silently in his heart.

"Once you find that person, the real storm will come..."

That would be terrible, bloody storm...

...
To be continued...