The scene in my mind made Xiao Yi feel chilled.

"Well, Demon God Xiao, let's go?" Duanmu Yu asked with a humble smile.

Now that I know that Xiao Yi intends to save his son, Duanmu Yu is naturally extremely respectful to Xiao Yi.

Previously, if it weren't for the son, Duanmuyu wouldn't have the courage to challenge Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi glanced at Duanmuyu and said lightly: "After I help you find Duanmushang, how are you going to repay me?"

Duanmuyu was stunned, then clasped his fists and said, "As long as the Demon God Xiao can help Lao I find Shang'er, Lao I will follow Xiao Demon God's orders in the future, and he will be confused!"

Xiao Yi twitched his lips: "Remember what you said today. If there is any act of erratic disobedience in the future, your fate will be unimaginable miserable!"

Duanmuyu's face turned pale.

"lead the way!"

After Xiao Yi shouted softly, Duanmuyu quickly jumped downwards.

The corpse demon formation is located under the puppet gate.

The entrance is just below the seat of the sect master in the sect master's hall.

Because of this special position, almost no one dared to touch this big chair except Wu Xingtong.

When he saw the majestic chair with a skull embedded in the armrests on both sides, Duanmuyu's face turned gloomy and gritted his teeth and said, "Wu Xingtong, a dog that is worse than a beast, has helped him to the position of the sect leader, but he uses the power of the sect leader to imprison the old son under the corpse demon formation. This kind of wolf-hearted and dog-hearted thing should really die thousands of times!"

Although Wu Xingtong was dead, Duanmuyu couldn't help but want to scold him.

Xiao Yi smiled coldly: "But if all he said is true, how many times should your son die?"

Duanmuyu's old face felt embarrassed and coughed lightly: "Dox God Xiao, don't believe Wu Xingtong's slandering words to my son. My son will never do those things."

Xiao Yi curled his lips. He didn't think Wu Xingtong was telling a lie.

Because there is no need for Wu Xingtong to fabricate such a lie.

"I don't care who Duanmu Shang is. You just need to remember your promise. Stop talking nonsense, remove the seat and open the entrance." Xiao Yi ordered indifferently.

Duanmuyu hurried over and moved the big chair away.

As the seat moved, a layer of four-color mist suddenly floated on the ground.

The four colors of mist are white, black, blue and red!

"Demon God Xiao, let's jump down directly. After penetrating the four-yuan holy fog, it will fall into the center of the corpse demon formation." Duanmu Yu said.

Xiao Yi nodded: "You go down first, I will arrive later."

Duanmuyu jumped down without hesitation.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes: "This four-yuan holy fog should be the integration of the cultivation power of the four great saints three thousand years ago. With their cultivation, the limit of life span can be at least five thousand years. These three thousand years have passed, and one or two have passed away because of the maximum limit, but why are these four people no longer here?"

In the four-yuan holy fog, Xiao Yi did not feel the breath of Zheng Daoyin, Si Qingyang, and Shi Tian. Moreover, the age of these three people is not as old as three thousand years old.

The oldest Si Qingyang should be only nearly two thousand years old.

"And... Mo Zang's predecessor was the body of a ninth-level Yuan beast, but no one seemed to know his existence..."

Xiao Yi's eyes narrowed a little tighter.

"It seems that there is a mysterious mystery on this continent that no one has ever touched. Has no one doubted all this or dared not explore it at all?"

Xiao Yi's mind sank, and he was very disgusted with the existing but unknown things.

Because unknown means unpredictable and there are possible dangers.

But at the moment, deep thinking can't come up with the answer, so Xiao Yi stopped thinking about it for the time being.

He headed towards the Four-Element Holy Fog area.

Swish!

The four-element holy fog is easily penetrated like a cloud.

But Xiao Yi could feel that the four-yuan holy fog had a powerful sealing effect, but their existence was just to target the vast demonic energy below!

The demonic energy under the four-yuan holy fog is more than ten times stronger than the demonic energy on the top of the Ten Thousand Demon Tower.

However, there is no gravity magic array below, and the demonic energy is suppressed by the corpse demon array and cannot attack the person entering rampantly.

If it weren't for this, Wu Xingtong would not be able to send Duanmu Shang in.

However, ordinary people obviously cannot wait for a long time in this kind of place, otherwise there will be danger of demonic energy eating body.

After Xiao Yi landed on the ground and stood firm, he looked at his feet.

There are dense array patterns under your feet. These array patterns are centered on him and Duanmuyu, forming a circular array mandrel with a radius of about fifty meters.

With such a huge array spindle, it can be seen that the power of its formation is enough to radiate to the radius of fifty miles around the surrounding area!

Duanmuyu stayed respectfully on Xiao Yi's side, and did not dare to urge Xiao Yi to find the loopholes in the formation.

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes, sacrificed his own formation soul, and quietly covered the entire corpse demon formation!

"Hahaha-you're finally here!"

Suddenly, a sinister and old laughter came from the endless darkness.

Duanmuyu's face changed drastically, and she exclaimed in horror: "Yes...who is here!"

Xiao Yi rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "Who else can it be? Of course, it is the founder of your puppet sect."

"This... it has been so many years since this has passed. He has been suppressed. Not only has he not died, but he can speak normally?" Duanmuyu said with a pale face.

According to the records of the sect, the ancestor who turned into a corpse of a divine puppet was violent and could not speak. He killed people when he met someone, and destroyed demons when he met a demon! Although he had new spiritual wisdom, the spiritual wisdom was only a manifestation of combat ability.

Xiao Yi sneered: "If the body of the divine puppet can be destroyed for thousands of years, it can achieve the divine way! Now three thousand years have passed, what is a strange thing to be able to speak normally?"

Xiao Yi disdained the end and looked deep in the darkness.

"You planted the corpse puppet fire in Di Kun's body, right?" Xiao Yi asked.

A cold voice came from the darkness: "Not bad! It's a pity that I wanted to use his body to understand the situation in the current continent, but you kid broke the plan!"

Xiao Yi asked lightly: "I don't understand a little. Why don't you choose Wu Xingtong, but Di Kun?"

The body of the divine puppet snorted: "The hatred and resentment in Wu Xingtong's soul sea is too deep. The soul power and will that I shall be shallow quietly enter his soul sea. Otherwise, how could I choose the useless person Di Kun?"

Xiao Yi said disdainfully: "You are not very beautiful in this lie! You are simply worried that Wu Xingtong will become a corpse puppet after his death and will be noticed by the major forces on the mainland, so he chose the nameless Di Kun in the Holy Realm! Because Di Kun died, he became a corpse puppet, and no one would suspect that you were suppressed by the corpse demon formation!"

The body of the divine puppet was silent for a while, and once again made a strange laugh: "Boy, since you know everything, why bother to ask me? Today, you came here for the sake of that Wanhe Poison Stone?"
Chapter completed!