Chapter 216 Do You Recognize Fan Laojiu?

Ah!

Three wind dragons circled in the air, like a great natural disaster, like three tornadoes, raging on the earth.

After a burst of wolf howls, the violent winds gradually subsided.

Su Qingqing opened her mouth and watched this scene.

One by one, the cut bodies of two-headed wolves fell from the sky, like meteorites, and hit the ground.

From beginning to end, she just held Song Changming's sleeves and stood with Song Changming without moving.

With only his powerful internal energy cultivation and domineering and wild sword energy, Song Changming easily resolved this huge crisis in the eyes of the little girl.

Song Changming just walked over at this time and approached the outsiders who were also lying on the ground and seriously injured.

"Which sect or sect outside the domain are you from?" Song Changming asked.

"No, there is no sect or cult. We are all wild people who made our fortune by driving the misty gold beast."

The few people were already scared in front of Song Changming. They dared not say anything stubborn and confessed honestly.

In fact, they were all Jianghu people in Dahan Dynasty at first.

However, they had too many enemies and were wanted for no other way, so they could only flee to the outside world to survive.

Over time, they gradually became people from the outside world.

In the outside world, there are actually quite a few such Jianghu people.

They are not members of the cult, but most of them also rely on the cult to survive.

For example, the few people in front of them, they mainly serve the Corpse Refining Sect. If they get the best corpse materials, they will send them to the Corpse Refining Sect for rewards.

This is their way of survival.

"So you go back and forth between Dahan and transport corpses for the Corpse Refining Sect?" Song Changming asked.

"Sometimes it's like this, especially now that Dahan is in a turbulent time, and some corpses that the Corpse Refining Sect likes are produced more," one person replied cautiously.

Song Changming frowned. No wonder some soldiers died on the battlefield. The news sent back home was that no bones were left.

I'm afraid that this group of corpse transporters played a lot of tricks in it. This has even formed an industrial chain with the Corpse Refining Sect as the source.

"Do you know Fan Laojiu?" Song Changming asked directly.

Fan Laojiu was the name of the Corpse Refining Sect member before. He also learned about it from the little girl beside him.

Several people shook their heads.

There are countless disciples in the Corpse Refining Sect. Fan Laojiu is not a very famous figure outside the domain. It is normal that he is not known.

After that, Song Changming still asked for some intelligence information.

At present, the Corpse Refining Sect and the Moon-Watching Pavilion have already fought in this fog. Recently, more powerful people from the Corpse Refining Sect have appeared one after another and started a duel with the elders of the Moon-Watching Pavilion and other powerful people.

The momentum is huge and extremely shocking. These scattered people from outside the domain don't even dare to get close to it and take a look at the battlefield.

But he showed Song Changming the way.

After he could not get any other information, Song Changming slashed with his sword, and several people were engulfed by the sword energy.

Song Changming looked normal, put away his sword and continued to move forward.

Su Qingqing looked at Song Changming's decisive killing, and hesitated a little, but finally gritted her teeth and continued to follow.

In the distance, a mountain covered by fog, withered and shriveled flowers, fruits and leaves, the vigorous green vitality seemed to be sucked and squeezed by the fog, gradually returning to desolation.

On the mountain, there were endless rumbling sounds.

The explosions caused by the energy came one after another, and the energy fluctuations were dissipated and stirred, one wave after another.

The dead wood and rocks were broken and collapsed, rolling down to the foot of the mountain.

At a glance, it can be seen that there are many Qi-refining masters fighting there.

Below the mountain, two groups of disciples from the big sects are also fighting fiercely, and the momentum is growing.

The lowest combat power here is to be a high-level physical warrior, and there are a lot of Qi refining masters who are rare in the world.

It is said that among the Qi refining masters in the world, five points belong to the big sects, three points belong to the court, and only two points are left in the world.

Song Changming feels that the number of Qi refining masters in these hidden big sects is still underestimated.

There are more strong people in the hidden big sects than most people imagine.

Especially now that the court is gradually declining, it is not worthy of the support of the strong men of the world.

In the field, Liu Yan'er looked at the group of rotten corpses in front of her that seemed to be endless and unkillable, and she felt a headache.

"Junior sister Yan'er, retreat quickly!" Suddenly a disciple in the sect shouted loudly.

Liu Yan'er immediately turned her head to look, her face changed, and saw a huge black figure, jumping high and falling towards her at a high speed.

It was the black-eyed corpse puppet.

Liu Yan'er knew that this kind of corpse puppet was far more powerful than a rotten corpse.

She did not try to be brave, and used her light body skills to retreat quickly.

This kind of corpse puppet had stronger brothers and sisters to deal with.

However, the corpse puppet seemed to have set its sights on Liu Yan'er, and ignored other people and only chased Liu Yan'er.

Liu Yan'er concentrated her mind. Although she had not yet refined her qi, she could also use her mental power to activate the martial arts she had mastered.

She slashed with a sword, and invisible ripples suddenly surged out, causing the corpse puppet that was chasing to pause and stop in place.

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed, and the wind whistled.

The head of the corpse puppet that seemed indestructible was directly separated.

Song Changming held his long sword in reverse, and his body flew in the air and landed next to the headless corpse puppet.

The only weak point of this kind of corpse puppet is the head, and only by beheading it and separating its head from the torso can it be completely destroyed.

Just piercing its body, even if it is riddled with holes, or even destroying its heart, will not prevent it from continuing to jump around.

This is also the point that makes corpse puppets difficult to deal with.

"Brother Song!" Liu Yan'er was shocked by Song Changming's sudden appearance.

"Old Liu is very worried about your safety." Song Changming said.

Liu Yan'er instantly understood that it was Liu Dingsheng who asked Song Changming to come and protect her.

Just as Liu Yan'er was about to say something else, a scream came from a pile of rotten corpses.

That was a member of the Corpse Refining Sect. Just now, he was not careful and was killed instantly by Song Changming with a black-eyed corpse puppet. Now he was heartbroken.

It is not easy to cultivate and shape each corpse puppet.

The powerful corpse puppets are the flesh and blood of the Corpse Refining Sect members and are very precious.

Now that he was killed by Song Changming with a knife, to be honest, this made him feel more uncomfortable and heartbroken than killing his parents.

Song Changming slashed with a knife, and the knife energy turned into three wind dragons, sweeping over.

The rotten corpses were quickly cleared, and the Corpse Refining Sect member was also hit by the wind dragon and lay on the ground vomiting blood.

"Do you recognize Fan Laojiu?" Song Changming approached and asked.

"No, I don't know." The corpse-refining sect member didn't know what was going on, so he said truthfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Changming raised his knife and killed him.

All the corpse-refining sect members who didn't know Fan Laojiu deserved to die!

"Brother Song, be careful!" Liu Yan'er suddenly exclaimed.

Three more black-eyed corpse puppets, which looked stronger, jumped down from a height and surrounded Song Changming.

"What a perfect and top-grade material!" On a small hillside, a thin and short corpse-refining sect member looked at Song Changming with sparkling eyes.

He danced with excitement, as if he had found a gold mountain.

"Fate, God's will, God wants me to go further!" The corpse-refining sect member was a little incoherent, laughing so hard that his saliva was flowing.

Why are these sects outside the domain called cults, or evil ways?

First, most of them really don't do human things, refine corpses, refine blood, kill indiscriminately, etc., and are extremely vicious.

Second, many of them have been practicing like demons, and their temperaments are either extreme or crazy and violent, and they are no longer normal people.

It is very appropriate to call this kind of people evil demons.

Undoubtedly, the person from the Corpse Refining Sect in front of Song Changming is the kind who has practiced to the point of madness.

"Take him down, don't hurt his body, and try to keep his body intact!" This Corpse Refining Sect member seemed to be afraid that other people from the same sect would target Song Changming, so he didn't dare to delay too long.

With a wave of his hand, the three corpse puppets immediately moved and captured Song Changming with bare hands.

As black-eyed corpse puppets, the difference in quality and combat effectiveness is also very obvious.

These three corpse puppets are obviously stronger than the one he just killed instantly, and the speed of their attacks is not at the same level.

With a slash of the sword, the wind-attributed sword energy reappeared.

But this time, his wind-attributed sword energy failed to work, and was forcibly dispersed by the corpse puppet with a punch!

Although the arm and half of the body of the corpse puppet were injured by the sword energy, this kind of injury is not important to the corpse puppet. It only takes a moment for this injury to heal again.

"Is the power of the Wind Dragon God Sword Art not enough?"

Seeing this, Song Changming did not hesitate. He changed the martial arts art he was running. The wind extinguished the fire around him, and the flames floated. The dragon-patterned sword gradually became hot.

Another sword swept out, and a powerful round of fire-attributed sword energy blasted the three corpse puppets back.

He took another step forward and exerted force to slash heavily.

Fire God Sword Art·Fire God Slash!

Buzz!

Under the burst of power, a chain of flame sword energy crossed twenty or thirty meters, plowing a large charred crack on the ground!