"Hmph, I hope you're not lying to me!"
The Corpse Sect's sect master snorted coldly and rushed to the 19th floor from the first floor of the pagoda. There was a hint of greed in his eyes.
He had heard from the Drought Demon that there was a Corpse King suppressed in the Thunderclap Pagoda. Such an existence was omnipotent before the great calamity of the Kunlun Ruins.
Later on, it was suppressed by the saints of the Kunlun Ruins and sealed in the Buddhist Sect's Thunderclap Pagoda. For thousands of years, it had been purified by Buddhism day and night.
Corpse King!
Such an existence had already surpassed the Drought Demon. Its battle prowess was comparable to a saint, and it could even tear a saint apart with its bare hands.
Once he obtained it, what would a mere Mad Southern Ye amount to? Even the old man from Purple Cap Mountain had to be wary of him.
Right at that moment, the Corpse Sect's sect master suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill behind him.
At the next moment!
A withered hand had pierced through his back!
The Corpse Sect's sect master lowered his head in a daze and looked at the bloody hand. Then, he turned around with great difficulty to look at the Drought Demon behind him. His eyes were filled with disbelief, "You …"
He did not expect the Corpse Puppet he had nurtured to suddenly ambush him.
The Corpse Puppet took out his heart and licked the blood on it with the tip of its tongue. It chuckled, "How can a piece of trash like you be my master?"
The Corpse Sect's sect master roared, "Don't forget that I was the one who saved you from the Buddhist Sect. I was also the one who spent 200 years to make you the Drought Demon!"
"So what?"
The Drought Demon scoffed, "Haven't I risked my life for you for the past 200 years? Didn't I save you when the Witchcraft Sect joined forces with the seven ancient clans to almost kill you? "
"Why? Why?! "The Corpse Sect's sect master fell to the ground, his face filled with regret and resentment.
"Because I've waited for this day. I've waited for two hundred years!"
The Drought Demon chuckled, "If I didn't gain your trust, if I didn't tell you that there's a Corpse King in the Thunderclap Pagoda, how could I get close to my lord?!"
"My lord?"
The Corpse Sect's sect master was at a loss. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and gritted his teeth, "So the reason you told me that there's a Corpse King in the Thunderclap Pagoda was to use me to break the Buddha Light Formation!"
"Not only that!"
Hanba shrieked, "The one being suppressed in the Thunderclap Pagoda is indeed a Corpse King, and it is my lord!"
The Sect Master of the Corpse Sect felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Two thousand two hundred years ago, that group of shameless people used a scheme to suppress our Lord here for more than two thousand years!"
At this point, the Corpse Qi on Hanba's body surged. His eyes were filled with hatred. "And now, it's time for the Lord to come into being!"
"As a greeting gift to the master!"
It lowered its head and sized up the cult leader of Chasing Corpse Cult. Its eyes were filled with excitement. "Your flesh, your soul, I'll take them on behalf of my master!"
"No!"
The Sect Master of Corpse Sect roared furiously.
…
In just half an hour, Ye Chen arrived at the outskirts of the Kunxu desert under the leadership of the Witchcraft Sect's sect master.
Ye Chen stood on an extremely desolate mountain peak.
"Peak master, the center of the desert is where the Buddhist Sect is located!" Wu Tianhou introduced respectfully.
He looked into the distance and saw that in the center of the wasteland, there were endless temples and Buddha statues.
The temples and Buddha statues were made of huge stones. They were similar to pyramids, but they looked extremely magnificent.
However, in the sky above the originally solemn and dignified Buddhist Sect, there was an extreme black energy soaring into the sky.
The black energy was like a demonic black dragon that swept through the air wantonly, emitting a thick stench of corpse and blood.
"It's corpse energy!"
Wu Tianhou's expression changed slightly, and he seemed to be fearful, "Looks like the Buddhist Sect has suffered a calamity. I wonder if Old Luo succeeded!"
The Old Luo he mentioned was the Sect Master of Chasing Corpse Sect.
"We'll know once we go over and take a look!"
Ye Chen chuckled softly and waved his sleeve. He controlled a gust of wind and shot toward the Buddhist Sect.
He was not there to help the Buddhist Sect. Instead, he was suddenly interested in the Sect Master of Chasing Corpse Sect.
…
Level 19 of the Buddhist Sect's Thunderclap Pagoda!
This level was a forbidden area of the Buddhist Sect for generations. It was said to be the 19th level, but it did not exist. Without a saint's cultivation base, one could not see through it.
Therefore, all these years, no one knew about the existence of the 19th level. Even Zen Master Ban Ruo was no exception.
Within the 19th level.
There were also eight dried corpses of saints guarding the Eight Trigrams. The chains in their hands extended out, and there was a purple jade coffin hanging in the center!
In the purple jade coffin, there was a pale-faced man in a black dragon robe.
This person was handsome. His eyebrows were like dots, his eyes were like stars, and his face was as white as jade. He faintly exuded an aura that looked down on the world.
The corpse seemed to have died a long time ago.
If one took a closer look, they would discover that there was a hole about the thickness of a finger on his forehead. It was unknown what it was, but from the wound, one could see the coffin under him.
There were countless formations around the coffin, and there were even talismans stuck on them. However, as time passed, the formations had long become dim.
Hiderigami knelt on one knee in front of the purple jade coffin and kowtowed a few times respectfully. Then, a red stream that flickered with blood appeared in his hand.
The blood-colored stream slowly flowed into the man's mouth.
The man's slightly shriveled body immediately became full at a speed visible to the naked eye, like grass in the desert meeting sweet spring water.
Hiderigami once again fed the soul of the Corpse Sect's sect master and then stared at the man nervously.
Phew …
After an unknown period of time, a weak breathing sound came from the coffin. It was intermittent, like the breathing of a baby.
As the breathing sound rang out, the weather outside the tower suddenly changed. Dark clouds covered the sun, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled.
…
At the same time, two figures quickly rushed into the Buddhist Sect.
Wu Tianhou looked at the corpses on the ground in shock, "Peak master, so many people died!"
"Corpse energy!"
Ye Chen frowned slightly and said, "I sense dense corpse energy. It seems like these people were really killed by the Corpse Sect's sect master!"
Just as Wu Tianhou was about to look around, he suddenly realized that the sky above his head had darkened. He subconsciously raised his head, and his expression changed.
The weather had changed!
Earlier, the sun was shining brightly, but now, dark clouds covered the sun. Thunderclouds shrouded the sky as if the heavens were angry.
Ye Chen squinted and suddenly looked at the sky above the Thunderclap Tower. It was the center of the thunderclouds.
His expression was somewhat solemn.
He could sense that a dangerous aura was gradually awakening. Even the saint of Purple Cap Mountain had never given him such a feeling.
"This is divine retribution!"
Ye Chen took a deep breath in and fixed his eyes on the place where the thunderclouds were. He said slowly, "To be able to trigger divine retribution, a monster must be born!"
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