Hearing the scream, everyone stopped fighting and turned to look at the blood pool in the center. They saw that the blood pool had stirred up a deep whirlpool and the statue in the center was slowly rising from the ground.
A blood-red bell flew out with a swish and landed steadily on the palm of the statue.
"Rob!"
Someone shouted loudly, and Ku Shu and Wu Chen Zhenren looked at each other, both with murderous intent in their eyes. As long as they could seize the corpse-controlling bell, they would be able to have absolute control over this cave. Both of them understood this deeply.
"If you don't want your entire army to be wiped out, old Wu Chen, get out of the way." The dead tree flew up and was about to pick up the corpse-controlling bell from the statue's hand.
"You want beauty!" Wuchen Zhenren's face turned green with anger. What kind of excuse is this? Without thinking, he raised the seal in his hand and blasted it towards the dead tree.
The withered tree was greedy for the corpse-controlling bell, so he gritted his teeth and swung out the bone-dissolving banner.
"Boom!" The powerful magical power fluctuations swept across the heaven and earth.
True Man Wuchen's face turned pale and he almost vomited blood. After all, Ku Shu was at the peak of the foundation building stage and half a step into the golden elixir realm. His magic power was far superior to that of True Man Wuchen.
At this moment, the blood pool suddenly stopped surging, then rapidly spun and condensed into a column of blood that lifted the statue up into the sky, leaving the dead tree empty-handed.
"Elders, please lend me a hand." Master Wu Chen shouted loudly. He watched helplessly as a sect treasure was right in front of him, but there were always some clowns trying to stop him. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood. You know, they were the first ones to discover the Zombie King's Cave and enter it.
Now with the intervention of the Ghost King Sect led by the dead tree, I am afraid that a lot of gains will be reduced. It is really like the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. True Man Wu Chen became more and more angry as he thought about it, and used his magic power to activate the seal in his hand and blasted it towards the dead tree in the air again.
"Master, be careful!"
The four people, Feng Lei Yu Dian, on the top of the mountain shouted loudly and also used the magic weapons in their hands to blast the seal in the sky. However, compared with their cultivation and those at the peak of foundation building, they were nothing more than the bright moon and firefly.
There were a few loud bangs, and the magic weapons in their hands fell to the ground and lost their luster.
"You old man Wuchen, you are going too far."
Withered Tree looked at the broken magic weapons of his four beloved disciples, his face darkened. He gave up fighting for the Corpse-Controlling Bell that was rising higher and higher, and instead grasped the Bone-Dissolving Banner, using his magic power to sweep it downwards with a swish.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
There were sudden howlings of ghosts and wolves on the top of the mountain, cold winds and columns of blood. It looked like the end of the world, with the sky collapsing and the earth breaking apart.
"Ah, Elder, save me!"
Those disciples with low cultivation base were blown into ashes with screams after being swept by the Bone-Transforming Banner. Master Wuchen was furious when he saw this. It is said that the fight between the strong does not involve the weak, and at this moment, the action of the withered tree has obviously violated his bottom line.
"Kushu, you are fucking shameless!" He finally cursed, then looked viciously at Feng Qingyang who was standing on the other side of the blood pool, with a cold look in his eyes.
"It's all because of you that I suffered such heavy losses!" He stood in place, his hand swung out, and suddenly it covered the sky and the sun. Feng Qingyang's heart trembled. No matter how smart he was, he still seemed so insignificant when facing the outburst of such a master. I can break all the methods with one force. No matter how many tricks you have, I can crush you to pieces.
"Wind, thunder, rain and lightning, you go first!"
Feng Qingyang shouted loudly. Facing the palm pressing down, veins all over his body were bulging, and his chest was covered with cracks. Blood was flowing out as if he was risking his life.
"Qingyang, I'm here to help you!"
The dead tree flew over quickly, raised its hand and transformed into a huge palm, which caught Wu Chen's angry attack with a bang. Fortunately, he acted in time, otherwise Feng Qingyang would have been beaten into powder. But even so, he was still seriously injured. How could a cultivator at the peak of the foundation building stage joke
"stop!"
At this moment, Ku Shu suddenly roared to the whole audience, and everyone was shocked by his powerful roar.
He just said, "If we continue to fight like this, we will both lose. Let our disciples fight for the Corpse Control Bell together."
As he spoke, he used his magic power to heal Feng Qingyang's wounds and said viciously: "If you want to bully the minority with your numbers, I, the Dead Tree, will destroy myself today to bring you down!"
At this moment, the true nature of the evil hero was fully revealed.
True Man Wu Chen endured it and finally nodded in agreement. In fact, his heart was bleeding. There were seven levels in the Zombie King's Cave, and they had just entered the first level and the losses were so severe.
Look at the scattered Maoshan disciples, each of them in a miserable state, with tiredness on their faces. These were the elite disciples of Maoshan, and most of them died here. I am afraid that the vitality of Maoshan has been deeply damaged.
"According to what you said, then we should each send a disciple to seize the bell!" said Master Wu Chen with a grim face.
"good!"
"Qingyang, it's up to you to take this corpse-controlling bell. Once you get it, it's yours!" Withered Tree said softly to Feng Qingyang beside him.
Hearing this, Feng Qingyang looked at the Taoist priest Ku Shu in disbelief. They had only known each other for a few days, and he never expected that Ku Shu would treat him like this and even try to please him again and again.
The withered tree seemed to have guessed Feng Qingyang's thoughts, and laughed dryly: "I have been entrusted by my sect's master. If I meet you, I must protect you!"
Feng Qingyang thought to himself that this was indeed the case. He had vaguely guessed it since he took out the token before.
If that’s the case, why not do it
"Anyway, that old man Gui Ming owes me a life!"
"Okay, I'll go!"
Feng Qingyang walked out, and a handsome young man with delicate features also walked out from the Maoshan sect. He looked polite and like a scholar, but in fact he was a ruthless and cruel person who would take advantage of anyone who had done something cruel to him.
The two walked into the field, and saw that the blood column that shot up into the sky had actually solidified. The tall statue was standing at the top, and its height was probably at least a hundred feet.
"This corpse-controlling bell can control three wandering corpses. It must not fall into the hands of the people of Maoshan. Regardless of other things, the fact that I am also a zombie will absolutely not allow it."
Thinking of this, Feng Qingyang secretly gathered his strength. Although he could not fly, his jumping power was extremely strong.
"start!"
Taoist Master Ku Shu stared at Taoist Master Wu Chen and said.
“Whoosh!”
"brush!"
The Maoshan disciple suddenly flew up from the ground, and it seemed that he could reach the top in just two breaths.
Looking at Feng Qingyang, he actually stepped back a long distance, then exerted force with his feet and jumped up with a whoosh. He jumped at a 45-degree angle. When his feet landed on the blood column, he used the force to jump up again. His speed was even faster than that of the Maoshan Taoist priest flying in the air.
Seeing this, the wind, thunder, rain and lightning all broke into a sweat for him.
"Almost, just a little bit more." Feng Qingyang looked up at the corpse-controlling bell above him. His speed had begun to slow down. Unfortunately, he now had no leverage. He could actually see the Maoshan disciple about to fly past him.
"We must not let him surpass us!" Feng Qingyang suddenly felt murderous intent in his heart. At this moment, the Maoshan disciple just flew to a height parallel to him. From the corner of his eye, he saw him looking at Feng Qingyang triumphantly.
"Go to hell!"
Feng Qingyang suddenly grabbed his feet, then pulled them down regardless of anything. His body used the force to soar upwards again and steadily took the corpse-controlling bell from the statue.