Volume 6 Dance of Demons, 1187 Flying Silver Corpse

"The Bai family is very grateful to the seniors. Ш Ш Ш ЫЁ" Bai Yan'er was overjoyed when she heard the words, she took the talisman with trembling hands, and said very gratefully.

Liu Ming didn't say anything anymore, the black light all over his body flashed into the sky, and it turned into a burst of light and went away.

Bai Yan'er showed a complicated expression and looked at Dunguang's direction, and after a long while, she let out a long sigh.

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Liu Ming continued to fly in the direction of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. After flying non-stop for two days and two nights, a mountain range shrouded in gray clouds was already in sight. As far as his eyes could see, dozens of majestic peaks of different heights were seen. , all towering into the clouds, cloud cranes lingering, just like a fairyland on earth.

Compared with the Wanling Mountains in the Zhongtian Continent, this scene is obviously insignificant, but in this Yunchuan Continent, it is still a rare sight outside the world.

Liu Ming retreated, standing in the void, squinting slightly to the highest mountain in the distance.

The buildings built on the mountain are like scales, winding on both sides of a very thick mountain road, the mountain road coils like a giant python, and goes straight to the top of the mountain.

A look of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"I didn't expect to leave for so many years, but not much has changed here." Liu Ming muttered to himself after seeing the familiar scenery around him for a while.

He sighed, and when he moved, he wanted to fly forward.

At this moment, behind him fluctuated together, and a ghost hand covered with silver scales suddenly emerged, and grabbed towards Liu Ming's back like lightning.

But Liu Ming's figure flashed, without any sign, he disappeared all of a sudden, and the ghost hand grabbed the empty space.

With a low roar, together with the evil wind in the void, a silver zombie with a height of about ten feet appeared in the air.

This zombie has a human-shaped face, except for the two long canine teeth exposed, it looks exactly like an ordinary monk.

Its body is covered with silver scales, but a pair of horny silver wings grows on its back, and its ten nails are extremely sharp. Covered with silver scales, it looks terrifying.

The emanating breath has reached the crystal formation stage impressively.

"what,

Flying Silver Zombie..." Liu Ming's voice came from behind the Silver Zombie, with a hint of surprise in his tone.

The silver zombie let out a low roar, and with the movement of its wings behind it, it was about to turn around.

At this moment, its neck tightened behind its back, and a white hand grasped its body. Lift it up.

"Hoohoo!"

The silver zombie roared. Although it is a zombie, after its cultivation base broke through the crystal, it has already produced spiritual wisdom, how can it be willing to be captured.

The silver wings on the back slammed, and a whirlwind of lingering wind suddenly rose into the sky, the silver light on the body was shining, and the body struggled violently.

A strange color flashed in Liu Ming's eyes, and a firecracker-like sound came from his arm.

The silver zombie's face immediately showed the color of pain, and a terrifying force came from the palm of the back. Almost snapped its neck.

The silver light on the surface of its body suddenly became extremely dim, and the struggling body also curled up, and there was a painful wailing from its mouth, but there was no resistance at all.

"This fellow Daoist, please be merciful." A cloud of gray and white mist shot out from a certain mountain in the distance, and an old voice came from it.

Liu Ming's eyes narrowed, and he saw the figure in the cloud and mist clearly, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

The man in the mist was an old man in gray robes with white hair and triangular hair on his head. It was the only crystal cultivator of the Ghost Sect back then, the old man surnamed Yan.

More than a hundred years have passed, but his cultivation base is still in the early stage of crystal formation, but his appearance has become more and more old.

The old man surnamed Yan at this moment. Looking at the silver zombie who was easily subdued with one hand from a distance, a look of shock flashed across his face.

Since this flying silver corpse successfully advanced a hundred years ago, its cultivation has risen rapidly, and it has already reached the realm of the middle stage of the crystal. Not only is it infinitely powerful, but its whole body is almost invulnerable. It has become the biggest killer in his hands.

Now, when the sea clan frequently invades Yunchuan, in order to frighten the sea clan, he released it for the purpose of patrolling the mountain and protecting the sect. For strangers who step into the gate of the barbarian sect, he will attack and capture them. The result did not expect but was easily subdued by the other party.

"I don't know who your friend is, and suddenly visited the Barbarian Ghost Sect. If there is something wrong with Yan, please don't take offense." The old man surnamed Yan has not yet arrived, but his consciousness has swept over Liu Ming and found that there is no trace of it. Not aware of the other party's cultivation base, he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and quickly shouted in the distance.

After all, if the other party is angry and destroys the silver corpse that he painstakingly sacrificed, then he will lose a lot.

For some reason, he faintly felt that the aura emanating from the young man in green robe in the distance was somewhat familiar, as if he had encountered it somewhere.

In his mind, he quickly recalled the crystal transformation powerhouse he knew. It seems that he did not match the person in front of him. The ability to subdue the flying silver corpse with one hand is at least the cultivation base of the crystal transformation later stage.

Not to mention the five Daxuan sects, that is, in the sects of other sects in Yunchuan, if there is such a person, he can't be unaware, is the other party an ascetic who lives in seclusion all the year round?

Liu Ming smiled slightly and said slowly, "Uncle Yan, long time no see. I never thought that your green-haired iron corpse has successfully advanced to the flying silver corpse."

After saying that, he grabbed the silver zombie's hand and threw it forward gently before putting it back.

The silver zombie was granted amnesty, still screamed in horror, and flew towards the gray-robed old man with trembling all over.

The old man surnamed Yan was only able to fly to a distance of two or three hundred meters from Liu Ming at this moment. Hearing that the other party called him uncle, he quickly took a careful look at the other party's face, and suddenly thought of a Barbarian Ghost Sect disciple more than a hundred years ago. The figure suddenly showed a look of shock, but there was still some uncertainty in his mouth:

"You, you are Liu Ming, nephew Liu..."

"Haha, I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect Martial Uncle Yan to still remember him." Liu Ming clasped his fists.

"You are really Martial Nephew Liu, but your cultivation base..." The old man surnamed Yan slowed down after a while, flew a little closer, and asked hesitantly.

"There was an accident when I went to Bieyuan Island to perform a mission more than 100 years ago, and I was transported to a place outside the sea. I have been cultivating until recently, and I was able to return to the realm of the sea until recently." Liu Ming said with a smile.

"Okay, you have cultivated to such a state in less than a hundred years. It is really a blessing for this sect. Come, please come to the mountain for a talk." The old man surnamed Yan was naturally overjoyed when he heard the words, and said Silver corpse collected.

"Master, please first." Liu Ming said calmly.

"Since you have also cultivated to the crystal transformation stage, you don't need to mention the word uncle, just call me a friend." The old man surnamed Yan said sternly.

Liu Ming's eyes flashed and he nodded, without breaking the fact that he was actually advanced to the real pill cultivation level, he flew behind the old man surnamed Yan.

There are more than a dozen large and small peaks in the Barbarian Ghost Sect Mountain Range, various pavilions and pavilions, and the main hall is surrounded by a thick sea of ​​clouds.

Looking at the huge buildings on the largest mountain among them, although they were more solemn than before, Liu Ming still recognized some familiar places such as the Deacon Hall and the Book Collection Pavilion at a glance. kind of intimacy.

Then the two landed in front of a hall on the top of the main peak and walked in.

"Uncle Yan, what happened just now..." An old man in linen came out of the hall, and when he saw the two old men surnamed Yan, he was startled.

The old man in linen was Huang Shi, the head of the Barbarian Ghost Sect. His senses sensed Liu Ming's aura, and his heart froze. Before he could take a closer look, he hurriedly bowed his hands.

"Yellowstone, I have seen this senior."

"Haha, Junior Nephew Huang, take a good look, this is none other than Liu Ming back then." Before Liu Ming spoke, the old man surnamed Yan said with a laugh.

"Yes, Liu... Junior Brother Liu..." Huang Shi's head suddenly raised his head when he heard the words, staring at Liu Ming in a daze, his eyes gradually brightened.

"Brother in charge, I haven't seen you for many years." Liu Ming said with a chuckle. .

"It's really Junior Brother Liu, where have you been all these years? And your current cultivation level..." The head of Huang Shi's face was overjoyed, and then a look of horror appeared.

"Okay, I'm also very curious about this matter, let's go ahead and talk about it." The old man surnamed Yan waved his hand and said.

"That's right...please." Sect Master Huang Shi hurriedly moved out of the way and asked the two of them to enter the hall and sit down.

"Back then, you and fellow Daoist Ye Tianmei went to the realm of the sea to do business, and then there was no news. After that, Daoist Ye also sent a message to this sect to explain your disappearance. What's going on?" As soon as several people sat down, Uncle Yan asked impatiently.

"Ye Daoyou's words are not bad. Back then, I was captured by the Siren Emperor on Bieyuan Island, and then I was taken to an underground mine..." Liu Ming did not hide it, and briefly recounted his experience over the years. Naturally, he concealed matters involving his own secrets.

The old man surnamed Yan and the head of Huang Shi listened all the way, and their expressions changed continuously. When they heard that Liu Ming has now joined the Taiqingmen, one of the four great sects of Zhongtian Continent, and is now a late stage of Zhendan, they suddenly sluggish.

"Really... the late stage of Zhendan..." The old man surnamed Yan couldn't care about his image, his mouth was slightly opened, and he looked at Liu Ming in disbelief.

The head of Huang Shi's whole person seemed to be petrified, and he was speechless for a long time.

"Zhongtian Continent is the real holy place for cultivation, and true alchemy cultivators are only acceptable in Taiqingmen. There are also many great powers in the Celestial Vision Realm and Tongxuan Realm. You don't need to be so surprised." Liu Ming shook his head.

"Taiqingmen, this is really a great opportunity!"

The two came back to their senses when they heard the words, the old man surnamed Yan's face was slightly less shocked, but he was still full of inconceivable muttering.

"Let's not talk about this, I don't know how the situation in the sect has been during the years since I left? I heard in the realm of the sea that the Siren Emperor is returning to the realm of the sea, and has been oppressing the power of the human race monks in the Yunchuan continent for all these years?" Liu Ming Not wanting to talk more about cultivation, he asked in a different tone. (To be continued.) xh118