Gu Changan curled his lips and said worriedly: "Don't you know where this is going?"

"Of course I know about the dojo of the Young Corpse Lord General... They are all friends. I will bring you to recognize them."

"Um!?"

When Gu Changan heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then his expression became extremely strange: "When did you get involved with Beisha Xuanzhang's disciples?"

"It's a long story if a child doesn't have a mother."

Rumble…

As soon as Li Mo finished speaking, a strange black air rose into the sky from the depths of [Nine Burial Mountains]. The terrifying atmosphere spread across thousands of miles in an instant, and the surrounding void collapsed.

That shocking black energy exuded a strong ominousness, seeming to annihilate everything in it.

"Something happened!?"

Bang……

The next moment, a familiar figure flew out from the black air.

The [Tian Can Hook] behind Xie Pipa was shining like a cold star. The blood at the corner of her mouth had not dried up yet, but deep fear appeared on her pale face.

"I knew something was going to happen."

Li Mo took one step forward and appeared behind Jing Pipa.

"Owner……"

Xie Pipa turned around and saw Li Mo, and couldn't help shouting.

"The black soil is so difficult to control!?" Li Mo frowned.

"He can't control this kind of power... he's almost crazy..." Xie Pipa gritted her silver teeth.

The general's condition was extremely bad. He seemed to be firmly enslaved by this power, trapped in it and unable to extricate himself.

"Sure enough...everything is not as smooth as imagined..."

"With this kind of weather...Nine Burial Mountains can't be saved..."

Gu Changan arrived through the air, his expression extremely ugly.

"I'll do it..." Li Mo shook his head and whispered.

"Owner……"

Xie Pipa cried out softly, unable to help but look worried.

Buzz…

At this moment, Li Mo waved his hand, and a sword light shot up into the sky. The force seemed to be divided into yin and yang, and the energy seemed to shake the blue sky.

The seven-foot green peak shocked the mountains and rivers, cutting off the east and west. Mysterious runes appeared in the surrounding void, like sharp edges changing and green lotuses blossoming.

"Qingping Sword...Li Mo's holy weapon..."

Gu Changan's expression changed slightly, with a hint of awe in his eyes.

He had different feelings every time he looked at this holy weapon. This sword seemed to contain immortal edge, unlimited potential, and earth-shattering power.

Rumble…

Li Mo raised his hand, and the Qingping sword came out. The sword energy in the floating world seemed like a blue sky, and it suddenly suppressed the black energy that was thousands of miles away.

Every time he took a step forward, the black air in the sky condensed. In the end, the black air covering a thousand miles around finally condensed into a ball and disappeared into the Nine Burial Mountains.

"The master's strength is becoming more and more unfathomable."

Xie Pipa looked at Li Mo's falling figure with a lot of emotions, but she followed him directly.

At this moment, the original cave in Jiu Zan Mountain has long been reduced to ruins. The corpses of countless demons and ghosts are lying all over the mountain. Even the few survivors are wailing.

The general and minister were sitting alone on the ruins, covered in blood, looking tired and embarrassed.

"Failed?"

Li Mo looked at his appearance and walked over.

"well……"

The general shook his head and just let out a weak sigh.

"I knew something was going to go wrong..." Li Mo walked up to the general, flicked his fingers, and a wisp of true breath entered the general's body.

The general's demonic aura was nourished, and his complexion softened a lot.

"I originally wanted to use the black soil to build a coffin... Unfortunately, I underestimated how terrifying this thing is..."

"A coffin!?"

"Not bad..." The general nodded.

"The cultivation path of corpse transformation into monsters is different from that of ordinary monsters and ghosts. The coffin is not only the foundation of our existence, but also the opportunity for life and death to transform..."

The general said in a deep voice: "Master has transformed three times and cut off three corpse bags..."

"Those three figures in the Palace of Life and Death!?"

At this moment, Gu Changan blurted out.

The general's eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at this familiar face.

"Is he your friend? He knows quite a lot."

Li Mo said nothing, but cast a questioning look at the general.

He has heard that the [Hall of Life and Death] is the highest place in Beimang Mountain, and is controlled by a monster who is absolutely loyal to Beisha Xuanzhang. Even the selection of the successor this time is presided over by the [Hall of Life and Death].

"The three corpse bags that Master once chopped off are now the controllers of the [Palace of Life and Death]..."

"Her transformation took place inside the [Immortal Coffin]..."

"Therefore, the corpse turns into a demon and must be refined into a mysterious coffin..." the general said solemnly.

There are two coffins in the Hall of Life and Death. One is the coffin that contains the body of [Beisha Xuanzhang] from his previous life. It is called the [Old Days Coffin]. Because it involves the great secret of his past life, no one has ever really seen it.

The other one is the world-famous demonic and magical weapon [Immortal Coffin].

"Master has seven disciples, and each of them has built his or her own mysterious coffin." The general said solemnly.

Three corpses and nine coffins is a certain number, and it is also the fate of the Beimang lineage.

"The rules set by the Palace of Life and Death, whose natal mysterious coffin can enter the Palace of Life and Death and occupy the third [coffin position] will be the successor of Beimang Mountain." The general gritted his teeth.

He originally wanted to integrate the black treacherous soil into his own mysterious coffin, but unfortunately he failed.

"Where is your coffin? Why haven't I seen it?" Li Mo asked.

"It's still a semi-finished product..." the general said helplessly.

Among the seven disciples of Beisha Xuanzhang, he has the shallowest foundation and the weakest foundation, so he has not yet truly built his own natal Xuanzhang.

"What's the name of your coffin?" Li Mo asked casually.

"Nine Burial Coffins!!!"

Having said this, the general sighed deeply: "Speaking of which, among the seven disciples, I have the least chance of winning. If I say who is most likely to occupy the third coffin position, it should be the senior brother..."

"Beisha Xuanzhang's eldest disciple? Where did he come from?" Li Mo asked.
Chapter completed!