Ten years later, Wang Changsheng sat cross-legged in the cave. His eyes were slightly closed as a grey light appeared around his body.
Not long after, the grey light around Wang Changsheng's body receded. He opened his eyes, which flashed with a sharp light.
Wang Changsheng's expression changed. With a flip of his hand, a layer of black flames appeared on his palm. This black flame was the Profound Yin Corpse Fire.
Although he had Huang Yan's cultivation experience, Wang Changsheng still spent ten years to cultivate the Dark Corpse Arts to the tenth level and barely managed to cultivate the Profound Yin Corpse Fire.
The amount of Profound Yin Corpse Fire that Wang Changsheng cultivated was too little. It wasn't enough to injure his enemies, let alone fusing it with the Ghostfire and Corpse Fire to form the Asura Ghostfire.
According to Wang Changsheng's estimation, he would need to cultivate for another ten years to cultivate the Profound Yin Corpse Fire to a certain level before he could fuse it with the Ghostfire and Corpse Fire to form the Asura Ghostfire.
Huang Yan didn't have much lifespan left. He could only hold on for another forty years. If he waited for Wang Changsheng to cultivate the Asura Ghostfire, Huang Yan would have already passed away. At that time, if the Dark Corpse Sect didn't have a Yuanying cultivator to oversee it, problems would arise.
As such, Wang Changsheng had to return to the Great Song. With his current strength, as long as he didn't provoke a high level Yuanying cultivator, he would have no problem protecting himself.
Thinking up to this point, Wang Changsheng stood up and looked at the pond to the side.
He pondered for a moment before plucking out the five Tri-Sunset Lotuses one by one and placing them into five jade boxes. Then, he slapped a few talismans on each of the jade boxes to prevent the leakage of Spirit Qi before putting them into his storage bead.
Wang Changsheng didn't plan on bringing Liu Qing with him. If he left the five Tri Dawn Lotuses here, he couldn't guarantee that Liu Qing wouldn't have any improper thoughts. Five Tri Dawn Lotuses that were close to three thousand years old. Even a Yuanying cultivator would be tempted, let alone an early Core Formation cultivator like Liu Qing.
After exiting the Green Origin Hall, Wang Changsheng turned his head and looked towards a green pavilion at the side. He could sense that Liu Qing was inside.
"Qing'er, come out for a moment. Master has something to instruct you." Wang Changsheng said indifferently.
Soon, Liu Qing walked out of the pavilion.
"Disciple greets Master. In the past ten years, the materials that Senior Sister Xie and the others have sent over are only enough for disciple to refine twelve Myriad Poison Pills. Master, please check." Liu Qing bowed and said. After saying that, she took out a porcelain bottle from her sleeve and handed it to Wang Changsheng.
"That's right. Master will be leaving for a period of time. During this period of time, you should cultivate well. If Martial Nephew Xie and the others send over any alchemy ingredients, you should accept them and refine the Myriad Poison Pill. En, as for those five Tri Dawn Lotuses, Master will take them." Wang Changsheng took the porcelain bottle, opened the cork, and sniffed. He praised and said with deep meaning.
"Yes, Master." Liu Qing responded, but a trace of disappointment flashed through the depths of her beautiful eyes.
After giving a few more instructions, Wang Changsheng stomped on the ground with one foot, turned into a black light, and left. After a few flashes, he disappeared into the horizon.
Liu Qing stared at Wang Changsheng's departing back as her beautiful eyes flickered. She turned her head and stared at the Green Origin Hall as a look of hesitation appeared on her face. After a long while, she shook her head and returned to the pavilion.
… ….
A group of Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators dressed in white were patrolling the boundless grassland on their spiritual birds. From the white crane pattern on their clothes, one could tell that this group of cultivators was from the White Crane Tribe.
More than a hundred years ago, there was an internal strife in the Sorcerer Tribe. The Black Sorcerer and the White Sorcerer fought fiercely. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. In the end, the White Sorcerer won.
The White Crane Tribe was originally just a small tribe, but because they plundered a lot of wealth and population during the internal strife of the Witch Tribe, they became a medium-sized tribe after the war with a Core Formation Stage Priest.
Ba Yuete was born in the White Crane Tribe. During the internal strife of the Witch Tribe, he killed more than a dozen cultivators of the same level in succession. After the war, he was accepted as a registered disciple by the Priest of the White Crane Tribe. After reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, he officially worshiped the Priest and became a small commander responsible for leading the patrol.
On this day, as usual, Ba Yuete took more than a dozen subordinates to patrol the area under the jurisdiction of the White Crane Tribe.
"Hey, Commander Ba, someone is coming." A man exclaimed softly and turned his head to look at the distant sky.
Ba Yuete waved his hand and motioned his subordinates behind him to stop.
Following their gazes, a black light appeared in the distant sky and quickly flew towards their location.
Not long after, the black light stopped in front of Ba Yuete and others.
After the light faded, the figure of a handsome man was revealed. This person was Wang Changsheng.
After leaving the Qingyang Mountain Range, Wang Changsheng went straight to the Tianwu Mountain Range.
Seeing Wang Changsheng, Ba Yuete of the White Crane Tribe hurriedly bowed and said cautiously, "Greetings, Senior. May I know what I can do for you?"
Ba Yuete spoke the language of the Witch Tribe. Wang Changsheng had bought an ancient book of the Witch Tribe's language on the way here, so he could understand what Ba Yuete said.
"Is your Priest here? I have something to talk to him about. "Wang Changsheng replied in the language of the Witch Tribe.
"Master is in closed-door cultivation. I'm afraid it's not convenient for him to meet you." Ba Yuete braced himself and said with a nervous expression.
He didn't know why, but when he saw Wang Changsheng, he felt a little uneasy, as if something bad was going to happen.
"Not convenient? Where is the encampment of the White Crane Tribe? "Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows and asked rudely.
"This …" Ba Yuete saw this and showed a touch of embarrassment on his face.
"What? Are you deaf? Can't you listen to me? I'll ask you again, where is the encampment of the White Crane Tribe? "Wang Changsheng's face darkened and said coldly.
Seeing this situation, Ba Yuete's heart trembled, and he hurriedly explained, "Senior, please forgive me. The encampment of the White Crane Tribe is three thousand miles to the north. I will lead the way for you."
"Lead the way? No, I can go by myself. " Wang Changsheng shook his head. After saying that, a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes. He patted the corpse bag at his waist, and a red light flew out of it and went straight to Ba Yuete.
Ba Yuete's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly touched the storage bag at his waist. But as soon as he put his hand on the storage bag, a woman in red appeared in front of him. It was Ye Mingyue.
Ye Mingyue licked her red lips, and her two lily-white hands grabbed forward like lightning, grabbed Ba Yuete's shoulders, and suddenly inhaled. A white light flew out of Ba Yuete's body and disappeared into Ye Mingyue's nose.
Ba Yuete's body quickly withered, and soon became a dry corpse. His Qi Essence and Soul Essence were sucked away by Ye Mingyue.
Seeing this scene, the faces of the dozen or so Qi Refining cultivators behind Ba Yuete changed greatly, and they hurriedly scattered and fled in different directions.
Ye Mingyue's mouth showed a touch of sarcasm, and she looked up to the sky and let out a shrill scream.
The dozen or so Qi Refining cultivators felt the magic power in their bodies go out of control, and they fell from the sky one after another, and all of them fell into a pile of meat paste.
Ye Mingyue shook her sleeve, and a black flag flashed out, and quickly flew to the dozen or so corpses. Every time the black flag flew over a corpse, an egg-sized green ball of light flew out of the corpse and quickly disappeared into the black flag.
After the Ghost Sifting Banner took the souls of the dozen or so Qi Refining disciples, it circled and flew back into Ye Mingyue's sleeve, disappearing.
Ye Mingyue twisted her body, turned into a red light, and flew into the corpse bag at Wang Changsheng's waist.
Wang Changsheng stepped on the void with one foot, turned into a black light, and flew north.
On a spacious grassland, a large number of tall tents and some simple wooden houses were mixed together, and from time to time, many Witch Tribe people came and went. It was very lively.
In the center of the many tents and wooden houses stood a white palace more than three hundred feet high. The white palace was made of some kind of white stone bricks, and there were several teams of Witch Tribe cultivators patrolling back and forth.
A black light flew from the distant horizon, and appeared in the sky above the white palace after a few flashes.
The spirit light converged, and revealed Wang Changsheng's silhouette.
Wang Changsheng didn't conceal the fluctuation of his spirit aura, and floated in the void.
The patrol teams of Witch Tribe cultivators burst into an uproar when Wang Changsheng appeared. They didn't know Wang Changsheng's specific cultivation, but they knew that Wang Changsheng's cultivation was far above theirs.
Soon, a white-robed old man with a goatee flew out of the palace.
The white-robed old man saw Wang Changsheng, and his complexion changed. His eyes kept rolling, and he bowed, and said, "White Crane Tribe's Priest Tu Bu pays his respects to Senior. May I know which tribe Senior comes from? Is there anything I can do for you? "
"Do you know where the Flying Snake Tribe is? I have some matters to discuss with Fellow Wu of the Flying Snake Tribe, "Wang Changsheng said lightly.
The white-robed old man raised his eyebrows as he heard this. He pondered for a moment, and then said, "I have a map with the location of the Flying Snake Tribe marked on it. I'll give it to Senior!"
Then, the white-robed old man flipped his palm, and a white jade slip appeared in his hand. He shook his wrist, and the white jade slip flew out of his hand towards Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng caught the jade slip, and put it between his eyebrows. Then, he took it down after a while, and a satisfied look appeared on his face.
"Since you're so tactful, I'll leave you a complete corpse!" Wang Changsheng said lightly. Then, he shook his sleeve, and a golden light and a silver light flashed out, and shot straight towards the white-robed old man.
The white-robed old man's complexion changed as he saw this. He hurriedly opened his mouth, and spat out a small white shield. The small shield rose in the wind, and blocked in front of him.
"Bang! Bang!" The white shield blocked the golden light and the silver light. The golden light and the silver light were a pair of golden scissors and a silver long sword.
The next moment, the void above the white-robed old man fluctuated, and a huge green ghost claw emerged, and grabbed him.
The white-robed old man was caught off guard, and had no time to dodge. His body was caught by the green ghost claw.
The white-robed old man screamed, and his body quickly shriveled up. His blood was drained, and he turned into a mummy. The white shield fell to the ground.
Wang Changsheng had killed the white-robed old man in the blink of an eye.
The other sorcerer cultivators also reacted at this time, and hurriedly fled in all directions.
Wang Changsheng took off two corpse bags and two spirit beast bags from his waist, and threw them on the ground.
A red light and a few black lights flew out. They were Ye Mingyue, the Sky Corpse, and the spirit beasts.
"Go, kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive." Wang Changsheng ordered coldly.
As soon as his voice fell, the two bloodthirsty spirit bats flapped their wings, and quickly rushed towards the two Foundation Establishment cultivators. The three zombies kicked their legs, and each of them rushed towards a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Xiao Hei twisted its body, and rushed towards the crowd with its fangs and claws.
Ye Mingyue flew into the air, and with a shake of his sleeve, the Ghost Sifting Banner flashed out. It expanded in the wind, and at the same time, a large amount of black Yin Qi emerged. Waves of miserable ghost cries came out from the Yin Qi, and one after another, fierce ghosts rushed out of the Yin Qi, and rushed towards the sorcerer cultivators.
For a time, screams came one after another.
Wang Changsheng floated in the void, as if he didn't hear anything.
Half a month later, a piece of news spread among the big tribes. The White Crane Tribe had been exterminated. Except for a few dozen tribesmen who escaped, the rest of the tribesmen were all killed.
The strange thing was that there was no corpse left at the scene. After the murder, the murderer burned all the corpses, and emptied the treasury of the White Crane Tribe.
For a time, people were in a panic, and all the small and medium-sized tribes strengthened their guards.
… ….
The Flying Serpent Tribe was located in the southeast of the Heavenly Sorcerer Mountain Range. It was under the jurisdiction of the Flying Serpent Tribe.
The Flying Serpent Tribe was one of the seven big tribes of the White Sorcerer Tribe, and played an important role in the war of the Sorcerer Tribe. In addition, the High Priest of the Sorcerer Tribe was from the Flying Serpent Tribe, so the Flying Serpent Tribe was now at the peak of its power. It had hundreds of thousands of members, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was the number one tribe of the Sorcerer Tribe.
The Flying Serpent Mountain got its name because it looked like a python. It was the most important place of the Flying Serpent Tribe. There were hundreds of thousands of tall cloaks and simple wooden houses around the Flying Serpent Mountain, and a large number of sorcerer tribesmen lived there.
Most of the sorcerer tribesmen who lived in the tall cloaks and simple wooden houses were ordinary sorcerer tribesmen who couldn't cultivate. The ones who lived in the Flying Serpent Mountain were cultivators above the Building Foundation stage.
There were all kinds of buildings on the Flying Serpent Mountain. There were simple wooden houses, exquisite pavilions, and magnificent palaces. All kinds of buildings stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top.
Bo Jia was less than 30 years old this year, but she had already reached the late stage of the Building Foundation stage. In addition to her natural aptitude, her Core Bearing Master also contributed a lot. He gave her some pills from time to time. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to reach the late stage of the Building Foundation stage so quickly.
Bo Jia's courtyard was located on the mountainside of the Flying Serpent Mountain, and the spiritual energy there was abundant.
That night, as usual, she was cultivating in the attic.
All of a sudden, a flame flew into the attic.
Bo Jia wrinkled her eyebrows and opened her eyes.
She waved her hand, and the flame circled and flew into her hand.
She closed her five fingers, and the flame rose. A woman's voice suddenly sounded, "Sister Bo, I'm Ta Na. I have something important to tell you. Please open the restriction and let me in."
"Ta Na? It's so late, what is she doing here? "Bo Jia frowned and muttered to herself in a low voice. Her eyes were full of doubts.
Bo Jia thought for a moment, and took out a white disk array. She cast a spell on it, got up and walked out of the attic.
When she opened the courtyard door, there was no one outside.
"Ta Na, Ta Na, where are you?" Bo Jia walked out and shouted a few words, but there was no response.
"It's really strange. She sent me a sound transmitting talisman, but I can't see her. What the hell is this girl doing?" Bo Jia muttered to herself in a low voice as she closed the courtyard door.
After she returned to the attic, she cast a spell on the white disk array, and a white light flashed on the surface of the white disk array.
When she finished all this, a black-clothed man appeared in front of Bo Jia without warning.
When Bo Jia saw the black-clothed man, her face changed greatly, but she didn't have time to react. Her eyes met the black-clothed man's eyes. After a flash of golden light, Bo Jia's eyes became sluggish, and she stood motionless.
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