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The evil Taoist naturally said this without thinking, but he didn't want to do anything excessive in this matter.

The horse galloped for more than a hundred miles. By then, the sky had already darkened.

This place was close to the mountain, yet it was filled with the fragrance of flowers and birds. As for the nearby Southern Flame City, it was actually close to the mountain, with the sounds of ghosts talking about the water and the fragrance of flowers! The two of them naturally did not know about the matters in Southern Flame City. As they looked at the banner that was waving in the wind, Xiang Han heaved a sigh of relief.

The two of them rested at the relay station while the little bastard sat by the door. No matter what, it was impossible for him to sleep.

Although the woman hadn't been married for long, the couple had been together for a hundred days. The two of them had been in love for almost two years now.

Now that he thought about how he might be eaten by the skeleton monster, the little bastard silently cursed all eighteen generations of the so-called evil Taoist ancestors.

At this moment, Xiang Han was in no mood to think about that Seventh Madam.

He just felt that with his current cultivation level, it would be too easy for something to happen. If the Skeleton King had directly attacked him, he probably would have gone to the Western Buddha to report back long ago.

He looked at the fusion method of his King Corpse's Bone Forging technique! Xiang Han, on the other hand, felt his heart turn cold.

This fusion technique was actually going to convert all the spiritual energy into his own.

In other words, the wine in his master's gourd was actually endless spiritual energy, forming countless silver threads in Xiang Han's body.

But according to the King Corpse's Bone Forging Art, there were only ten or so threads in the body. Even if there were more, it wouldn't be more than nine or nine strands.

Xiang Han currently did not have a spiritual will, if one counted them carefully, there were actually 999 of them.

If one had ordinary talent, they could convert the ten threads into their own spiritual energy for five or six years. Those with greater talent would need at least a year or two.

Whether it was the former or the latter, these 999 threads, even if Xiang Han cultivated to the point of death, still would not be able to successfully fuse them.

Thinking up to here, how could Xiang Han not feel cold in his heart?

"It's all because of his greedy mouth!" Xiang Han thought to himself, "It looks like if I want to break through to the Fusion Stage, I'll need another fortuitous opportunity!"

Xiang Han chanted the Corpse King Bone Creation Art in his heart, wave after wave of corpse Qi emerged from Xiang Han's bones, but it did not show on his face, as it continued to refine Xiang Han's body, refining the spiritual energy in his body.

A waiter appeared out of nowhere and looked at the stunned little bastard sitting at the entrance. He couldn't help but say, "Yo, why is the guest sitting here? Are you not going to stay in the inner room?"

The little bastard was not in a good mood, so no matter how he listened to the waiter, he felt that things were not going well. He then shouted, "What am I sitting here for? Go away!"

The waiter was greatly deflated. He was also displeased. He turned around and was about to leave. In his heart, he scolded the eighteen generations of Little Wang, Ba Zong, and Zong Yi.

The two of them still had to hurry on their way tomorrow. This place was several hundred li away from the nearest city, 'Yun City'. They couldn't afford to lose their rations, so they shouted, "Come back!"

The postman asked, "Sir, do you need anything?"

The little bastard said straightforwardly, "Prepare three days' worth of rations for us. We'll give you money when we get back!"

The waiter responded and went back.

At the same time, Nanyan City rode their horses and took off for the city. Even until the peaceful station arrived, the waiter didn't rush them. He immediately changed to a fast horse and sped away.

At this moment, Nanyan City was exactly as Xiang Han had expected. It was in the middle of a deep abyss of suffering.

The bronze Skeleton King led hundreds of skeleton soldiers and charged straight into the city. Not a single officer in the city could defend against it. When the longsword and spear hit the skeleton's body, it was as if the longsword had hit metal.

The Outer Palace of Chen was no longer the same as it had been in the past. Carrying a few belongings, Chen Yuan led the seven madams and drove the carriage towards the south.

These skeletons were inhumane. They killed people and animals in front of others.

Fortunately, they only had a few hundred people. If there were more, the casualties would likely be even more severe.

On this day!

There was a bald head wearing a buddhist robe with nine scabs on his head. Looking at the dead bodies in the city, he couldn't help but praise the buddhist name, "Buddha is merciful!"

With that, he turned into a gust of wind and rushed into the city.

"Flee!"

"Save me!"

"Husband, save the child! Child, ah, ah, save me! "

The skeletons had immense strength. Their hands were powerful enough to tear a person apart. A man with one foot could even break down a wall.

The crowd scattered, only the buddhist disciple took the lead, his right hand suddenly struck down onto a white skull, this palm strike came from the buddhist energy, it could shatter the ground and smash onto the skull, it actually only broke the neck of the skeleton, and the skull was not damaged at all.

Happy, the skull with the broken neck, the green light in its eyes dimmed and then turned into a pile of bones, no longer able to stir up trouble.

The buddhist disciple let out a breath of relief as he swept his gaze across the crowd. Seeing a bronze Skeleton King walking towards him, he couldn't help but exclaim, "How can there be a Bone King? How can it be a Bone King?"

After losing his voice, the buddhist disciples could no longer care for the benevolence of Buddha, and fled towards the north.

If it was only the skeleton doing the trick, then his buddhist arts could still contend with it a little bit, and cross over these skeletons. However, the existence of the Bone King made this buddhist disciple have no thoughts of resisting.

"How could it be the Bone King, luckily we discovered it early, and didn't reforge the corpse, I have to hurry to the Scarlet Flame City, if this Bone King evolved his body and became a new Corpse King, then I'm afraid there won't be many people in the entire" Great Shang "country that can deal with him!"

The Buddhist disciple's thoughts drifted.

Unexpectedly, two dazzling blue lights shot out from the Bone King's eyes, and streaked across the sky like the scythes of a soul chase.

Ah!

After a sound of residual pain, two severed arms sprayed out into the air.

The buddhist disciples looked solemn and unsightly, the pain was unbearable, but at the moment they still had their lives, if they did not run now, they would not be able to escape even if they wanted to.

The buddhist disciple quickly fled. With the buddhist technique, although he had lost both arms, his dashing speed was no slower than a fierce horse.

Until the hazy night, the buddhist disciples hid in the peaceful station.

At this moment, he had already started to lose his life force, but when he thought of the citizens of South Flame City, he could not help but chant a Buddhist chant, "Amitabha! "Today is Southern Flame City, I wonder where tomorrow will be. It seems like I won't be able to send a letter to Scarlet Flame City."

The buddhist disciple sat in the corner outside the house of the peaceful stronghold. His eyes suddenly lit up.

"I wonder which dao friend is here? I am Gui Chen Palace's monk!" The monk looked at the person meditating and exhaling, who else could it be other than Xiang Han?

Xiang Han was originally meditating, but upon hearing this sound, he couldn't help but look out the window.

He saw a monk who had lost both his arms and was looking at him with a disheartened expression.

"Monk, how did you become like this?" Having said this, Xiang Han jumped out of the window, carefully examining the monk.

His monastic robe was tattered, and he couldn't help but think of those uncontrollable skeletons.

How could this monk know that the culprit behind this City Slaughtering Skull was the person in front of him who had just stepped into the cultivation world, Little Noob, who had done such a bad thing? He only thought that he had met a fellow cultivator who could deliver messages for him.

"One side has no end!" The monk laughed bitterly, "When I was passing by the Southern Flame City, I discovered that there was a Bone King who was a monster. Currently, the Southern Flame City is filled with bones, and there are tens of thousands of disasters. If I don't stop it, I'm afraid the calamity will be even worse!"

Xiang Han thought to himself, So it was like that.

However, he didn't dare show it, feigning ignorance. "Bone King?"

I have only just opened my eyes, so I do not know if this Bone King is within reason. However, the situation is very serious, and I have forgotten that you take life as your goal, so I decided to send a message to the Scarlet Flame City. If the Bone King absorbed enough death energy and refined the corpse, then no one would be able to obtain it!

Xiang Han, seeing how much the monk knew, could not help but ask, "Of course, it's just that the monk is severely injured, and there's no doctor at this relay station, what should we do?"

Yan Zhaoge shook his head, "My life is nothing, I just hope that fellow cultivator can leave quickly to go to that Scarlet Flame City. The Bone King has grown too fast, and I do not know who is controlling the Bone King.

Xiang Han nodded his head, "Of course, but I don't understand. What exactly is this Bone King, for it to be so terrifying?"

Although he was anxious, he didn't want to say anything more. After all, other than the path of enlightenment, where could he find someone to deliver a letter for him?

There are three conditions for this Bone King to be born. The first one is to gather all of the resentment from the heavens and earth into one, the second one needs a Dao bone, and in other words, a Foundation Establishment cultivator or above, and the third one needs an evil cultivator to refine it. The more he kills, the more death aura he will have. If he were to kill 100,000 people, he will be able to turn into the King Corpse's body. At that time, a top grade spirit treasure will not be able to harm him at all! "

At this point, the monk frowned and said, "Fellow cultivator, if I don't tell you that I'm afraid I'm going to die soon, I'm willing to give all these foreign things to you. I only hope that you can leave immediately and not delay any further!"

Xiang Han chuckled, thinking to himself, This monk looks simple, but in reality he's still a little preoccupied. I originally wanted to see what kind of cultivators' spiritual pills and precious magic tools would be used after his death, but I didn't expect him to just give them to me.

Xiang Han did not pretend, and laughed: "That's fine, if the Bone King were to snatch all these things after you die, it would be terrible!"

The monk lowered his head to look at his bosom and tried to take it away.

Xiang Han also had a lingering spirit in his heart. If this monk was not worried, this was the best time.

However, seeing that both his arms were already missing, he couldn't help but feel a bit more relaxed.

Xiang Han extended his hand into the monk's robes, it was the same as when he first reached out to Seventh Wife's arms ?