"Corpse Refinement Cult is doing something here! Which blind fool is that?!"
The leader of the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators glared at Su Zimo's group with widened eyes that resembled a dead fish. His voice was sinister and his face was filled with killing intent.
Another person said coldly, "You beasts had better scram far away. Otherwise …"
"Hehe, with the supreme secret skills of Corpse Refinement Cult, I can refine you guys into battle corpses with ease and make you suffer a fate worse than death!"
"Is that so?"
Su Zimo raised his brow slightly. Without any visible movements, he moved like an arrow and charged into the crowd of Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators in the blink of an eye!
He was way too fast!
The distance between the two parties was not far to begin with.
Su Zimo's Inner Core and Jin Dan were already at perfected state. Circulating both cores at the same time, he channeled his demonic and spirit energy at the same time, coupled with his power of blood qi …
Even pure-blooded ferocious beasts with sharp senses and strong physiques would not be able to react to such a burst, let alone the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators!
Poof! Poof! Poof!
There were no moves or spirit arts.
He was just charging forward with his body alone!
Right in front of everyone, the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators in front of Su Zimo were like gigantic watermelons that were smashed into pieces, leaving behind blood mists!
He was a lethal weapon in the human world!
He crushed his way through the crowd and no one could withstand his sharpness!
Seven Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators were still sneering a moment ago. The next moment, they were smashed to death without any corpse left!
A Corpse Refinement Cult cultivator reacted and instinctively placed his Chaos Essence Iron Rod in front of him.
Unexpectedly, a black shadow charged over.
Snap!
The iron rod in his hands was snapped into two.
The broken part was as sharp as a spear, piercing into his chest and directly penetrating through!
Another Corpse Refinement Cult cultivator hollered and withdrew a shimmering silver shield from his storage bag, injecting spirit energy furiously.
Instantly, a bright light shone brightly.
The shield expanded against the wind like a silver mountain, protecting that person firmly behind it. It shone with five bedazzling spirit lights!
A perfect grade defensive spirit artifact!
If a perfect spirit weapon was placed in the cultivation world of the Great Zhou Dynasty, it would definitely cause quite a stir.
However, Su Zimo's expression did not change. There was not even the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.
He had seen too many of these weapons!
Right now, he had dozens of perfect-grade spirit weapons in his storage bag alone!
Su Zimo's speed did not change. His eyes were cold and indifferent. He leaped up slightly and took a step forward, stomping heavily on the huge silver shield!
Plow Heaven Stride!
A monstrous aura burst forth from Su Zimo's body!
Even the sky would be left with a huge ravine under his feet, let alone a mountain in front of him!
Rumble!
Su Zimo stomped on the shining silver shield beneath his feet!
The Corpse Refinement Cult cultivator hiding behind the shield did not make a single sound before he was stomped into a pile of flesh by Su Zimo through the shield without a corpse!
Su Zimo was getting increasingly familiar with the many killing moves of the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness.
As his cultivation of the demonic Dao deepened, the power of those killing moves turned increasingly terrifying as well!
The crowd was in an uproar.
Not far away, there were many cultivators who were about to join the battle. When they saw that, they stopped in their tracks instinctively and were dumbfounded with shocked expressions.
It was way too ferocious!
In the blink of an eye, nine Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators died in the hands of that green-robed cultivator!
The most frightening thing was that the nine of them could not fight back at all against the green-robed cultivator!
"Who is that person? What's his background?"
"I don't know. The ancient battlefield is way too scary. Indeed, paragons roam freely with monster incarnates everywhere!"
"That's right. Notwithstanding the legacy disciples of the super sects, I heard that there's another monster incarnate that's extremely rare in the North Region."
"I know that person as well. It's said that he has a feud with Glass Palace. After entering this place, he massacred the tens of thousands of cultivators at the Glass Palace gathering point!"
"Ah, so ruthless!"
There was a hubbub of voices as people discussed spiritedly.
On the battlefield.
The remaining Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators were shocked and retreated hurriedly, manipulating their battle corpses not far away to turn around.
Almost all of the capabilities of the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators came from their battle corpses.
Without the protection of their battle corpses, their bodies were weak and their strength was not much different from ordinary cultivators.
The leader of the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators said coldly with a cold expression, "You're truly courting death! Our Corpse Refinement Cult disciples are constantly accompanied by corpses and are tainted with corpse poison. You won't be able to escape death by smashing their bodies! "
"That's right!"
Another Corpse Refinement Cult cultivator sneered, "B * stard, can you feel that your blood qi is starting to weaken? Hehe! "
"Hahahaha!"
Su Zimo reared his head in laughter. His voice was bright and resounding as his blood qi surged with the sound of a tsunami!
There were no signs of being poisoned in his current state!
His bloodline was like a blazing furnace.
It incinerated, vaporized and purified everything!
Even the lethal poison of Poison Sect might not be able to pose any threat to him, let alone corpse poison!
"You …"
The faces of the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators turned even paler.
A tall and mighty figure charged forward and swung his fists like a pair of gigantic hammers into the crowd, barging left and right.
There was no way the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators could defend against monkey's iron fists.
One after another, figures were sent flying.
By the time they landed on the ground, they were already lifeless corpses.
An evil gust of wind blew!
A white-browed tiger emitted a rumbling malevolent aura as though it was starving. It lunged down from the mountain and tore apart the body of a Corpse Refinement Cult cultivator, ripping his stomach apart!
The moment the corpse poison on the corpses made contact with the Linghu's fur, a bolt of lightning flashed and turned the corpse poison into nothingness.
"Roar!"
A majestic Golden Lion barged into the crowd and let out a deafening roar!
The Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators closest to it froze as blood seeped out from the corners of their eyes, nostrils, ears and mouths.
They were bleeding from all seven orifices!
The brains of these cultivators had already been shaken into paste!
Qing Qing and Little Fox did not head forward.
Of course, they would stay far away from these sinister cultivators who reeked of rotting death.
Even so, it took less than ten breaths for Su Zimo, monkey, the Linghu and the Golden Lion to kill the dozens of Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators!
The dozens of battle corpses that surrounded Little Fatty and Shi Jian earlier on did not even have the time to save them before everything was over.
In reality, Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators were rather troublesome existences in the cultivation world.
Unless absolutely necessary, disciples of many super sects would not want to provoke them.
The battle corpses they refined were invulnerable to weapons, fire and water. Furthermore, they were extremely strong and could fight against perfect or even connate spirit weapons!
With the battle corpses at the front, the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators were almost invincible!
However, the weakness of the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators was rather obvious as well.
The moment they died, the battle corpses would lose control and pose no threat.
Su Zimo and the others seized on that weakness and did not give the Corpse Refinement Cult cultivators any chance to catch their breaths. With a thunderous momentum, they suppressed them within a dozen breaths!
The dozens of battle corpses collapsed stiffly and turned into true corpses.
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