, is also empty and lifeless.

"Corpse puppet?"

Zhao Yun squinted his eyes, gaining insight at a glance.

It was a corpse puppet, and it was also a Tianwu-level corpse puppet.

In other words, there are corpse tribesmen nearby.

Although the coffin sinking technique is mysterious, it has a drawback. The controller and the corpse puppet cannot exceed a certain distance. Now that the corpse puppet is here, the controller must be not far away. That person is not stupid, and he is not

If you dare to come in first, send the corpse puppet in front to clear the way.

"Tianwu level corpse puppet."

"The weakest controller is the one at the pinnacle of Quasi-Tian."

Zhao Yun murmured and then opened his eyes.

There is a connection between the corpse puppet and the controller, that is, it is a ray of light that is thinner than an ox hair. It is invisible to ordinary people and cannot be seen by ordinary eyes. By coincidence, he can clearly capture it.

He followed the light thread and chased it all the way until he came out of the forbidden area.

The controller is outside the forbidden area.

He was an old man, also covered in black robes. He was afraid of the dangerous reputation of the forbidden area and did not dare to enter, so he sent the corpse puppet in front to clear the way. And he used a secret technique to connect the corpse puppet's line of sight, just to peek into the forbidden area. If there was no danger,

He didn't mind going in for a walk.

"The pinnacle of quasi-heaven."

Zhao Yun hid in the secret and determined the cultivation level of the old man in black robe.

Why do the Corpse Clan have so many talents! Who knows how many graves they have dug up, and who knows how many Tianwu corpses they have searched for. He has seen several of them. With this lineup alone, ordinary forces cannot afford to offend them, and with the name of the Corpse Ancestor, even

All major dynasties will be somewhat afraid of it.

"It's better to arrive early than to arrive early."

Zhao Yun put down the master of Luosheng Sect and carried Long Yuan out.

Since he is a member of the Corpse Clan, there is no need to hold back. The grievances have been going on for a long time. There will be a battle in his year. If it is over, he will have peace of mind.

Um?

The old man in black robe frowned, his expression ugly.

Just a moment ago, the Tianwu corpse puppet he controlled lost contact with him.

Just cut off contact.

This would be Mr. Zhao's answer.

The Fallen Immortal Sea of ​​Clouds has an outstanding reputation for being evil. How can you just show it off? You really think you can use corpse puppets to clear the way. What are you thinking? Wandering around the edge is fine, but if you dare to go deep, you will get lost in it. Even the master of the Rashomon Sect in the Tianwu Realm was

Suppressing cultivation and cutting off contact is not a matter of minutes!

Zheng!

Zhao Yun moved and drew his sword instantly.

The old man in black robe had good sense and was in awe.

However, this was an instant kill. Even if he had any sense, he could not avoid it. He was hit on the spot, and a sword pierced his dantian. His cultivation at the pinnacle of Quantian was completely wiped out.

ah...!

This scream was very sad.

Zhao Yun sheathed his sword, and the old man in black robe collapsed in one step. His scarlet eyes were staring at Zhao Yun. He could recognize the instant kill, and he could also recognize Zhao Yun's identity. He was definitely the Holy Son of Tianzong. How could he be here?

He was unaware of it before and was caught off guard by a sword attack. He didn't even have a chance to make a move and was beaten into a cripple.

Zhao Yun stretched out his hand and pressed it on his Tianling Cap, powerfully searching for the soul.

After such a search, he couldn't help but frown. From this person's memory, he saw an interesting news, what news?... News about the assassination, who to assassinate?...Assassinate him, Ji Hen, and invite this person

The person who assassinated him turned out to be his old enemy: Wang Yang, the Holy Son of the Devil's Nest.

"Is he still alive?"

Zhao Yun murmured, his eyes flickering.

In the past, at the ruins of the Demon Realm, he had chopped Wang Yang into ashes!

Still alive.

It can be seen that the person who entered the demon domain ruins before was not Wang Yang's true self at all, but a demon body, and the true self was hiding in a wretched development. In order to destroy him, he paid a lot of money to hire a strong corpse clan to assassinate him.

If he hadn't met by chance, he would still be in the dark till now.
Chapter completed!