Chapter 3056: Envoy, Ling Hong

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above the mountains.

Xia Yiming rode away on the Long Yu Ice Falcon, and in an instant it turned into a streamer and disappeared into the distance.

Xiao Yi and the main hall master of Shura also flew away.

...

Beyond the mountains, go all the way south, over the edge of the southern range, tens of millions of miles away.

swoosh...swish...swish...

One after another figure appeared out of thin air.

Everyone, looking at the corpses everywhere, their faces were extremely difficult to see.

"Ten Elders, Eleven Elders, Twelve Elders."

"And the elite warriors of my Ancient Realm Sect."

The people here are the fifth elders of the Ancient Realm Sect and a group of deacons.

Several elders died in battle, and the Ancient Realm Sect wanted to retrieve the corpses and bring them back to the sect.

"Huh?" The fifth elder suddenly frowned and placed his hands on the tenth elder's body.

"What's the matter, the ten elders are missing a part of their cultivation."

"The kendo in the body is completely gone."

A deacon beside him looked startled, "Although people die like a lamp goes out, the power of one's cultivation and martial arts will spill over into the world after death."

"But it hasn't been long before the ten elders died."

"The corpses of normal Junjing warriors will start to spill out for at least a few months."

The fifth elder narrowed his eyes, "It's not overflowing."

"Part of the cultivation base and the kendo power in the body seems to be absorbed."

"Sucking?" The deacon's expression changed.

"Five elders." At this time, the other deacons exclaimed.

"The same is true for these corpses, the cultivation base and the kendo in the body are gone."

The fifth elder's face suddenly turned cold,

"What about the other corpses?"

"No." The other deacons replied, "Only the corpses of a few deacons who practiced kendo have problems."

"Sure enough." The fifth elder narrowed his eyes, "Then Xiao Yi, the little thief, cultivated kendo, and this matter must have something to do with him."

"The ten elders died after fighting him."

"Only he will do anything with these corpses."

The deacon on the side frowned, "It is possible to absorb the cultivation base, and it can absorb the power of kendo... Is there such a method?"

"Hmph." The fifth elder snorted coldly, "Absorbing the cultivation of outsiders and turning it into one's own use is already a means of evil cultivation, and it belongs to the evil way."

"And that little thief wandered around all day, and even colluded with that group of monsters in the demon realm for a long time, and learned the skills of a monster."

"This little thief is famous for his many methods. He has these vicious methods of absorbing swordsmanship, which is normal."

"Damn." The deacon on the side said with an ugly face, "Kill my Ancient Realm Sect Elder Martial Artist, and then I have to deal with the corpse afterwards."

The fifth elder's face was cold, "Murder and damage the corpse, this matter, our Ancient Realm Sect will not just let it go."

"Hmph, what about the Lord of the Eight Halls, but his name is not right."

"Our eight sects have never recognized his identity as the main hall master."

"Without the approval of the Eight Sects, he, the Lord of the Eight Halls, can show off his might in the Central Territory, and the continent is so big that it is not up to him to be arrogant."

The fifth elder lay down his anger in his chest and said coldly, "Let's go, bring the corpse back to the sect, the sect master is still waiting for us to return to life."

...

Ancient Realm Sect, in a side courtyard.

The women in blue dresses sat gracefully and slowly took a sip of the tea.

A woman is naturally a water girl.

In front of him, two figures were kneeling on one knee.

"Miss Shui really expected things like God, that Xiao Yi thief really came to the Ancient Realm Sect alone to save people."

"It's a pity that this little thief was not completely left behind."

The figure gritted his teeth, "Otherwise, I will definitely smash this little thief to ashes and avenge my junior brother."

To be more precise, the figure is actually Yuan Ruoli, who was the arrogant of Li Yuanzong, who once participated in the grand event of the Demon Sacrifice Day.

On the side, a figure was also kneeling on one knee, but his face was stiff, and his body exuded an astonishing icy aura.

"Haha." Shui Ninghan smiled, "This girl is not a stingy person."

"Then Xia Yiming stabbed me with a sword, and I returned his sword."

"As for his life, it's useless for me to come."

"Xiao Yi, huh." Shui Ninghan slowly got up, looked at the distant sky through the window sill, his face was cold for a moment.

"Sure enough."

"I was alone in the Ancient Realm Sect, but I was stunned that I couldn't leave you behind."

Yuan Ruoli said respectfully, "That little thief, why did Miss Shui feel bad?"

Shui Ninghan turned around suddenly, his eyes full of killing intent, "He is not dead, how can this girl be in a good mood?"

"Uh." Yuan Ruoli felt the cold gaze, and the figure shivered unconsciously.

"Haha." Shui Ninghan suddenly put away the coldness on his face and resumed his usual spring breeze smile.

He squatted down slightly and put one hand on the other figure.

Another figure, neither dodging nor dodging, his eyes were filled with emptiness.

"Well, not bad." Shui Ninghan nodded with satisfaction, "Although it is only a human corpse, it can walk and move, and restore the strength of one's cultivation."

Yuan Ruoli nodded again and again, showing gratitude, "Everything depends on Miss Shui's help."

"Miss Shui, I will never forget my junior brother Ling Hong grinding our teeth."

"In the future, whenever Miss Shui gives any orders, I, Yuan Ruoli, will swear to die in return."

Shui Ninghan smiled slightly, "You don't have to thank me."

"If I don't have your means, even if I capture Xia Yiming, it will be useless."

"The messenger is indeed a terrifying existence in the world." Shui Ninghan narrowed his eyes.

"Taking part of Xia Yiming's magician ability and adding it to a dead person can really have the heaven-defying effect of bringing the dead back to life."

Shui Ninghan slowly returned to the seat, sat down gracefully, and took a sip of the tea.

Beautiful eyes as deep as the blue ocean, staring directly at Yuan Ruoli.

"In the ancient times, in the calamity of the Nether Realm, you Liyuan Sect was one of the many martial arts holy places that were driven by the temptation of the Netherworld."

"But you, Li Yuanzong, are also the only sect that was finally pulled out."

"No one can know the Nether Realm better than you."

"Tell me, how long will it take for your junior brother to fully recover?"

"This..." Yuan Ruoli frowned slightly and thought for a while.

"What?" Miss Shui frowned, "You are the chief of Liyuan Sect."

Yuan Ruoli smiled bitterly, "But the ancient years are too long ago."

"A lot of things, I can't be sure."

"But since my junior brother died, I have kept his body and spiritual consciousness intact with the secret method of Liyuan Sect."

"After that, I researched the inheritance of the sect again and again, looking for a cure."

"Until I took out Xia Yiming's envoy ability and added it to my junior brother's corpse, my junior brother came back to life in an instant."

"I have been observing and judging, so I am somewhat guessing."

"Tell me about it." Shui Ninghan said softly.

Yuan Ruoli replied, "The ability of the messenger really defies the sky."

"Junior brother, although he is only a human corpse now, his body is as rigid as a corpse, and he has no vitality or vitality."

"Together with spiritual consciousness, it cannot be recovered from this body, only within the body."

"But I found that this physical body has actually recovered its strength, and it can be preserved."

"And the cultivation talent of the younger brother has also soared rapidly, tens of times."

"At the same time, the younger brother has a strange and extremely fierce devouring power."

"It seems..." Yuan Ruoli frowned.

"What does it seem?" Shui Ninghan asked in a deep voice.

Yuan Ruoli said solemnly, "It seems like a dead vortex, born only to devour vitality."

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