Chapter 983: Fang Mu wants a corpse rather than his life

"Mei'er, if I don't get along with Master Xiaoyao Sword Master, that's our business. Don't involve your next generation. Don't think that I don't know your little thoughts. Don't you just want him to fall under your pomegranate skirt? Is Master Xiaoyao embarrassed?"

As a close friend, Mo Ruomu, Liu Meier's little thoughts couldn't be hidden from Lin Siruo at all.

"Master, Master Xiaoyao Sword Master has failed you. You can bear this tone, but this disciple cannot. I will make Wang Qingshan bow down under my pomegranate skirt."

Liu Meier was full of confidence. The incident between Xiaoyao Sword Master and Lin Siruo was a hot topic back then. Liu Meier grew up next to Lin Siruo, and she had always stood up for Lin Siruo.

Xiaoyao Sword Master has two male disciples, namely Han Tianxuan and Wang Qingshan.

Han Tianxuan already had a couple of monks, so Liu Meier could only focus on Wang Qingshan.

At first, Liu Meier teased Wang Qingshan with purpose, but now! She developed a strong interest in Wang Qingshan.

There were many monks who fell under Liu Meier's pomegranate skirt, including many young and talented people. Wang Qingshan turned a blind eye to Liu Meier, which made Liu Meier feel seriously frustrated. In addition to being disappointed, she became more interested in Wang Qingshan. .

Liu Meier has exactly the same personality as Lin Siruo. No one can change the things she decides.

Lin Siruo naturally knew Liu Mei'er's character and reprimanded her with a straight face: "You can do this, but you must pay attention to the method and don't make people laugh. If your uncle Tang finds out about this, he will definitely slap a bucket of shit on you. As a senior sister, you have to behave like a senior sister, you know?"

"I understand, master. By the way, have Senior Fang and the others come back?"

Lin Siruo nodded and said: "Fellow Daoist Song and Daoist Lu have returned. Fang Mu is a lunatic. In order to obtain a demon corpse with thunder attributes, he did not hesitate to use his body to lure the demon, injuring the enemy a thousand times and damaging himself eight hundred. He doesn't listen to others." According to my advice, I went after the hawk demon with the thunder attribute. Even if I succeed, I won’t be able to get any benefits. Let’s not talk about him. You have a good rest. Tomorrow, you will be transferred to the rear with a team escorting supplies to guard an important stronghold.”

"Yes, master."

In a quiet bamboo building, Wang Qingshan was reporting the mission to Xiaoyao Sword Master.

"Qingshan, you have done a great job. Well, Liu Mei'er is Madam Lin's favorite disciple. If you don't like her, don't get too close to her, otherwise Madam Lin will misunderstand. She loves Liu Mei'er very much. If you dare to let down her precious apprentice, she will not let you go."

Xiaoyao Sword Master warned that he had a debt to Lin Siruo and did not want Wang Qingshan to provoke Liu Meier. If Wang Qingshan and Liu Meier were at odds, it would be even more difficult for Xiaoyao Sword Master to see Lin Siruo.

It's hard to talk about emotional matters, and Wang Mingren is a living example.

"Disciple understands."

Wang Qingshan honestly agreed that even if Xiaoyao Sword Master didn't say anything, he would stay away from Liu Meier.

No matter how strong his determination was, he couldn't resist Liu Meier's repeated teasing.

"Since joining the war, you have killed many half-demon and made great achievements. You are still injured. Leave with the team escorting supplies tomorrow! Go guard an important stronghold and take a good rest for a while. You first go to the Deacon Hall to redeem your contribution points."

Wang Qingshan received a large amount of contribution points for participating in the mission to attack the demon clan's stronghold. That stronghold had been destroyed, and Wang Qingshan used it to obtain the contribution points.

"Yes, master."

Wang Qingshan agreed and bowed down.

Sword Master Xiaoyao took off the gourd from his waist, poured a large mouthful of spirit wine into his mouth, and said to himself: "Wangyou wine, can you really forget your worries? Siruo, why don't you believe me!"

In a certain green mountain range stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles, there is a green bamboo forest.

Green bamboo fell in pieces, and there were hundreds of steaming black giant pits on the ground.

Fang Mu's clothes were in tatters, and he was bleeding profusely. There was a hideous scratch on his right hand, and bones could be vaguely seen. His breath was weak. The hawk demon was nailed to the stone wall by three black arrows, and his eyes were filled with tears. Full of horror.

A ferocious black ghost stood not far away, looming.

A small zombie fell next to the harpy demon. Its clothes were in tatters and its chest was pierced by a sharp weapon. It was not dead yet, and it let out a series of shrill screams. Five corpses in the alchemy stage were scattered nearby. They His breath was weak, his whole body was charred, and he was obviously severely injured.

"Hehe, let me tell you! Your body must be mine. I succeeded."

Fang Mu chuckled and stared at the body of the hawk demon with fiery eyes.

He teamed up with a ghost in the Nascent Soul stage, plus six refining corpses in the Dan Formation stage, and finally killed the eagle demon in the Nascent Soul stage.

In order to kill this demon, not only Fang Mu was seriously injured, but the six refined corpses were also severely injured.

After killing the eagle demon in the Nascent Soul stage, Fang Mu felt that it was all worth it.

He suddenly sensed something and quickly put away the refined corpse and ghost objects. The body of the hawk demon was put into the storage bead.

"The person who killed us still wants to leave? Leave it to me." A voice full of anger came from the sky.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a huge roar in the sky, the sky suddenly turned dark red, and a red fire cloud several acres in size suddenly appeared in the sky, sending out a huge heat wave.

The red fire cloud rolled violently and hit Fang Mu hard.

At the same time, there was a muffled sound on the ground, and more than a dozen earth bags bulged up, quickly heading towards Fang Mu.

Countless black spiritual patterns lit up on Fang Mu's body, and suddenly turned into hundreds of black mist, flying in different directions at very fast speeds.

Boom!

The red fire cloud accurately hit dozens of black mist, and the black mist was shattered, but a small part of the black mist still escaped.

Three rays of light flew from the distant sky and stopped over the bamboo forest, revealing two men and one woman, three demons in the Nascent Soul stage.

"Damn it, this is the Yin Corpse Sect's unique secret art of Heavenly Corpse Escape Spiritual Art. This secret art has many flaws. He definitely won't be able to run very far. Send someone to seal this place quickly. I don't believe I can't find him. We must peel off his skin, extract his soul and refine it to sacrifice my brother’s spirit in heaven.”

A young woman in a green skirt with green wings said with a cold face, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

"This person has a Nascent Soul stage ghost that is good at concealment. It will definitely become a serious problem. We cannot let him go back alive. We must get rid of him and send a message to the Black Tiger Clan to ask them to help."

In order to obtain the body of the hawk demon with thunder attributes, Fang Mu went deep into the hinterland of the demon clan and killed the hawk demon in the Nascent Soul stage. This incident angered the demon clan, who mobilized heavy troops to round up Fang Mu.

This incident quickly spread to the human race, and more and more immortal cultivators knew about Fang Mu's obsession with corpses. In order to boost morale, the top brass of the human race publicized the matter. For a time, the morale of the human race soared, and they regained a lot of lost ground. Naturally, the clan was unwilling to give in and organized a counterattack with troops. Both sides fell into a state of anxiety.