Opening: Me, I become stronger when I am beaten!

In the bronze hall, Zhao Xuanming and other disciples were concentrating on collecting the inheritance, while on the other side, Ye Chen sat on the ground and opened the storage bag of the elder of the Corpse Immortal Sect.

After opening it, there are some jewelry-like utensils inside, like some antiques. Although there is nothing strange about it, it contains a strong evil spirit.

This is very consistent with the Demon Sect. The Corpse Immortal Sect not only practices sorcery, but also steals the corpses of the ancestors of the most powerful sect in the world. It is reasonable for these tomb robbers to become the world's public enemies.

He continued to search, and in addition to some conventional training resources, he also found a few strange sect tokens. The Demonic Dao Sect is indeed different from the famous orthodox sect.

At this time, he carefully felt the breath emanating from the token, and tried to deduce some information by the rules of heaven and earth.

I don't know how long it has passed, but Ye Chen only feels a little dizzy in his head. In fact, every time he uses supernatural powers, he needs to consume a certain amount of soul power, and this time his deduction does not have much reliance, basically just catching wind and shadows.

But he also figured something out.

The Corpse Immortal Sect has been silent for thousands of years. Although most of the powerful have been eradicated, there is still a small wave of branches that have been living in seclusion out of the sight of the monks in the world, living a life of darkness like a mouse.

And this time they came back out of the rivers and lakes, they were for a corpse king, at least at the level of a warrior.

Wei Yang, the 22nd generation suzerain, finally discovered the opportunity, and needed the lives of a large number of monks to provide nourishment for the corpse king.

After some calculations, Ye Chen only got the information, and a vague face flashed in his mind. This person was Wei Yang, the patriarch of the Corpse Immortal Sect.

Although the face is blurry, he is confident that if he sees it next time, he will be able to recognize it immediately, unless the other party uses blindfolding.

At this time, Ye Chen was sitting cross-legged on the spot. It was very difficult for conventional pills to recover from the consumption of soul power, so he could only turn on the system's automatic recovery function.

"Sovereign, what should we do next?" Zhao Xuanming came over and asked.

Ye Chen glanced at him and asked, "Have you got the inheritance?"

Everyone nodded.

Ye Chen made a calculation in his mind. He was afraid that the high-level officials of the Corpse Immortal Sect would appear next, and these disciples would not be able to help them if they stayed by their side. Instead, they would have to be distracted to take care of them.

He took out a gourd, a magic weapon, and said to the crowd: "You can just rush back to the sect, the rest of the things are not for you to participate in, and wait for me to go back with peace of mind."

Zhao Xuanming did not refute, and soon a group of people stood on the gourd, flew out of the bronze hall, left the cave, and rushed back to Dao Yunzong.

At this time, Ye Chen also left the cave.

He saw a direction, and his figure turned into a stream of light and rushed away.

In one of the ruins, a middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on a futon and performing secret techniques.

All kinds of strange objects around were placed into a formation, and on the altar in the center of the formation, there seemed to be a dead body.

This is the corpse of a young girl. Even though she has been dead for a long time, she still maintains the beauty of her life. The exquisite facial features make people admire.

But that middle-aged man's complexion was gloomy, and he could see a sinister heart from his face.

He continuously made various strange handprints with both hands, and continuously cast spells on the girl's corpse.

At this moment, Ye Chen had just arrived, and standing at the entrance of the ruins, he saw a middle-aged man with a sullen face in the magic circle, casting a spell.

And he saw at the first sight that this person was Wei Yang, the suzerain of the Corpse Immortal Sect.

Now he is trying to refine the girl's body.

When seeing the girl's body, Ye Chen opened his mouth slightly and was taken aback for a moment.

Of course, he wasn't marveling at the girl's beauty, but that the girl was definitely not young.

At least it existed tens of millions of years ago, probably from ancient times.

Even though he had been dead for a long time, Ye Chen still caught a trace of something very similar to divinity from the girl, but it was stronger than divinity.

This is at least a demigod.

Although the breath is already very weak, but if it is refined into a corpse king, it must be powerful.

Without hesitation, he immediately tried to interrupt.

Based on his past experience, of course it is necessary to forcibly attack the weak link in the formation, causing the formation to vibrate. Even if the formation cannot be broken, it can still cause the formation to stagnate for a short time.

But this time, he directly sacrificed the pure yang true fire that he hadn't used for a long time, this fire can burn all yin and evil things.

A ball of fire flew out, breaking a hole in the barrier of the magic circle in an instant, and then blasting the altar to pieces.

Wei Yang spat out a mouthful of blood at this time, obviously he had injected his own blood essence, and now that the altar was damaged, he himself had also damaged a lot of essence.

He suppressed the injuries in his body, then glanced at the direction where the fireball came from, and glared at Ye Chen.

Now at the critical moment of refining the corpse king, someone interrupted him, which almost ruined his decades of hard work, how could he not be angry.

"Who on earth are you, dare to make up words here!"

He yelled angrily, and then realized that Ye Chen was only as good as King Wu in the middle stage, and the corner of his mouth raised a sharp arc.

"I am the nemesis of your corpse fairy sect. Do you want to have a powerful corpse king today? As long as I'm here, you can't do it." Ye Chen said lightly.

Wei Yang was so angry that he laughed out loud at this time.

He said loudly: "Boy, you are so arrogant, but today you dare to spoil my good deeds, and I can't let you off lightly!"

At this time, Ye Chen was trying to figure out what he should do next to dismantle the plan of the Corpse Immortal Sect in the fastest way, but now his soul power has just recovered to less than half, which is obviously not enough to support him to use supernatural powers.

But at this moment, Wei Yang couldn't wait any longer.

He took out a bunch of copper bells from his pocket, shook them slightly in his hands, and mixed and sharp sounds came to his ears, making people upset.

"You have angered me today, no matter what, I will take you down and let you taste the feeling that life is worse than death!"

With a sneer on the corner of Wei Yang's mouth, he said in a deep voice: "Finally, after you have been tortured to death, I will use your corpse to refine it into a corpse puppet for my disciples to command."

If a normal person heard this, his legs would go limp and his scalp would feel numb.

Even Ye Chen felt a chill behind his back when he heard it.

At this time, more than a dozen corpse puppets slowly walked out from both sides, and at the same time, they spotted Ye Chen, and then rushed up.

These corpse puppets also exude the stench of decaying corpses. They are obviously ordinary monks whose physical bodies have been strengthened only because of the unique secret method sacrifice.

Ye Chen was upset at the time, so he swung his palm directly, and he used all his strength to directly repel these corpse puppets.