As dusk fell, the whole world fell into darkness.
The weeds are woven horizontally and the fireflies are dotted. The evergreen forest like a zombie walks among the weeds and beaches. From time to time, unknown insects wake up, sing or fly around him.
As the elder of the corpse hall, Chang Lin has long been used to these.
Chang Lin doesn''t like light. He likes darkness, corruption and all dark and humid places.
Just as he likes corpses.
There were many corpses in the random burial post. Chang Lin stopped in front of a tomb. On his dry face, he had a rare doubt.
The tomb was open, and the rotten coffin was exposed. The water was yellow and smelled bad.
The body has long disappeared.
Chang Lin stood quietly. I don''t know how long later, he suddenly turned around and looked at the unknown darkness.
There''s a man there.
"Your Highness also likes such a place?" after a long time, Chang Lin looked at the dark road.
"I don''t like it." Yang Xuan came out of the darkness and stood on a tombstone.
On the tombstone, other handwriting can''t be seen clearly after years of wind and rain. The only thing you can see is a big parent word.
It seems that this is the father who doesn''t know who was buried here.
Chang Lin took back his eyes from the tombstone and said, "Your Highness, what do you mean by tracking here late at night?"
Yang Xuan''s tone was still plain, without joy or sorrow: "what do you think of the tombstone under my feet? Can it stand in front of your grave?"
Chang Lin laughed, and Jie''s voice spread all over the night sky.
"Your Highness, are you going to kill me? I don''t know where I offended your highness?"
Yang Xuan shook his head and said, "I just want to ask you a question."
"Oh?" Chang Lin was surprised. "Your Highness, what''s the problem?"
"How to solve the problem of timeliness when the soul hides in the body and retains the mind?"
Chang Lin was silent and sent out a cold and decadent smell from his body.
After a long time, he began to speak, but his voice contained boundless killing opportunities.
"Your Highness, this is the soul refining method. It belongs to the top secret of my corpse hall. Only the hall Lord can practice it. Where did your highness learn it?"
Yang Xuan took a deep breath. He knew he was looking in the right direction.
In the corpse hall, there is a way to solve Pei Meng''s problem.
"Chang Changlao, let me see your corpse puppet!" Yang Xuan came down from the tombstone and said faintly.
"Your Highness, you''d better clarify the last question." Chang Lin''s voice was very cold, cold like a corpse.
Yang Xuan smiled. He looked at Chang Lin and said faintly, "I''ve killed many people before, but I''ve got a better temper recently. I don''t want to kill."
Chang Lin didn''t say anything, but his body began to shake slightly.
Yang Xuan smiled and then said, "but if someone wants to die, I don''t mind giving him a ride."
"Ha ha!" Chang Lin smiled, laughing like a crow in the night sky, ugly and cruel: "I''ve heard people talk about your arrogance, but I didn''t expect you to be so arrogant."
As the laughter passed, he was floating in the air.
"From now on, let me weigh whether you, the Holy Son of heaven, live up to your name."
As soon as the voice fell, the world changed color.
The gloomy wind was miserable, and the cold was everywhere. In the bleak night sky, all the stars disappeared. The only thing left was one hand.
A hand that glowed blue and dried up like a corpse.
Yang Xuan raised his head slightly and looked at the arm that fell from the sky and exuded boundless killing intention, but his eyebrows frowned.
He smelled a faint fishy smell, like a smelly fish that had died for more than ten days, with decay and death.
The big hand fell and covered the whole sky.
Yang Xuan ignored the arm in the sky. He just gently clicked his toes and left the tombstone.
Boom!
The next moment, the tombstone fell apart, and a black arm stretched out from under the tombstone, tearing the tombstone and disturbing the space.
Huge space cracks spread wantonly, cutting countless cracks in the air and deep grooves in the ground.
Where the crack passed, Yang Xuan saw strangely that the light originally diffused around was strangely sucked into the crack, just like a black hole absorbing light.
The crack continued to spread and met the palm of the sky.
The palm suddenly clenched his fist, as if he had caught countless cracks in his hand.
The next moment, a voice filled with boundless gloom came out of the crack
"Crack!"
Space fracture, heaven and earth collapse!
Between the palm in the sky and the green and black arm on the ground tombstone, countless black cracks suddenly appeared, like thin black lines, forming a cage, and immediately surrounded Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan felt that the air around him was evacuated and couldn''t breathe.
At the same time, there was a sense of separation in his body, like his arms and limbs leaving his body at the next moment.
When Yang Xuan was reading in the holy library, he once read a book related to the corpse hall. It was said that in the martial arts of the corpse hall, there is a move to cut off the void with power through some mysterious connection with the corpse puppet. It is called corpse splitting and cutting. It has great power. It is the secret of the corpse hall.
Now it seems that it deserves its reputation.
"Your Highness, the second sequence is not so easy to take, and the killing authority is not so easy to have."
The chilly voice of Changlin filled the night sky, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, making people unable to hold the direction.
"Really?" Yang Xuan smiled, smiling in the night sky.
The next moment, a red flame appeared in his hand.
The flame burns, the flame burns the air, and the random burial hill is reflected in a bright light.
It also reflects the evergreen forest suspended in the night sky.
Yang Xuan looked at Chang Lin and said faintly, "I don''t know your corpse puppet is afraid of fire?"
As soon as the voice fell, he threw out the flame in his hand at will.
The flame left Yang Xuan''s hand, fell to the ground, and then disappeared.
Chang Lin''s face was very strange, like curiosity and banter.
The ground shook, and then, from the cracked tombstone, a tall dark shadow suddenly jumped out.
The black shadow was burning a red flame, and the black shadow was holding countless black cracks like silk thread, connecting the black cage around Yang Xuan.
This time Yang Xuan saw clearly.
It was a black body with a strange mask.
A corpse puppet belonging to the realm of empty God in Changlin.
Yang Xuan frowned slightly. He somehow understood why the corpse hall could stand on the holy mountain for many years.
Chang Lin himself is the cultivation of the virtual divine realm. He even has a corpse puppet with the virtual divine realm. Adding two together is not as simple as one plus one equals two.
As soon as the angry corpse puppet appeared from the ground, he tightened the black line in his hand.
The black line shook, and the cracks around Yang Xuan''s body split to Yang Xuan in an instant.
Yang Xuan''s aura flame did not cause any damage to the corpse puppet.
"I have read the report about you and know that you have a variety of strange martial arts such as imperial envoy flame. Now you are very different from ordinary martial arts. It seems that Xianmen martial arts are really different."
Standing in the night sky, Chang Lin owed even the slightest expression on his dry face: "but it''s a fool''s dream to hurt my corpse puppet with this flame."
Looking at the black line getting closer and closer, Yang Xuan suddenly shook his head and said faintly, "what about this?"
As soon as the voice fell, the red lotus suddenly appeared.