The mummy opened its eyes, twisted the neck of the pockmarked sixth disciple, and bit off his throat.

The flesh in the throat was bitten so hard that it made a crunching sound.

This horrifying scene, coupled with the painful expression on the face of the sixth disciple with the pockmarked face, and the mummy swallowing flesh and blood while looking at everyone in the temple with bulging eyes with an evil smile on his face, as if he was counting prey.

Everyone in the palace was so frightened that they all took a step back.

But it was just a step back!
Then he would not retreat any more.

Instead, he stared at the mummy with endless desire in his eyes.

Looking at the mummy, although there was almost no flesh left, there was not a trace of decay or fishy smell on the skin.

Looking at the other person's exposed intact torso.

All the evil people in the palace showed greed.

The desire was so greedy that even the mummy looked confused.

These people are nothing but Dou Zong ants. Not only are they not afraid of me, but they even dare to look at me like this. Are they all crazy?

He cast a questioning look at several of his disciples, as if he was about to speak.

Suddenly, his face changed, as if he had eaten stinky dog ​​shit. Veins bulged out from his dry neck, and his eyes almost popped out.

His neck felt thick, his abdomen felt swollen, and there was a series of violent movements.

open mouth.

"yue~!"

He spat out a large piece of meat mixed with tissue that he was still chewing in his mouth.

The mummy bent over and kept vomiting.

The fishy smell was accompanied by saliva, and almost made me vomit out all the stomach acid.

He lay there, his hands shaking.

His hands felt light, and the body of the sixth disciple with the pockmarked face, whose neck was mostly broken but not yet dead, slipped from his hands.

"Pah!" He fell to the ground, twitching continuously, blood flowing all over the ground, and he was breathing in more than out.

Everyone's eyes were brighter at this time. They didn't even look at the pockmarked Lao Liu on the ground. While the mummy was vomiting, they swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

That is.

how!

How wonderful!
The breath of life!!

Only a living person can spit out such a wonderful sour and smelly smell.

Only strangers feel disgusted.

If they had become the same kind as the strange people, they would have already lost their sense of taste.

You won't feel hungry even if you don't eat ordinary food.

When we put anything into our mouth, it is not for enjoyment but just to extract energy.

Only a living person who hasn't enjoyed sex for hundreds of years would make such a vomiting motion!!
A crowd of people looked at the man who was retching with excitement. Not even one of them retreated. In fact, some of them were attracted by the delicious food and were ready to pounce on it regardless of the consequences!
“Hoo~! Huh~! Huh~!”.

It's so hard to excrete what you eat from your body.

Blood Reverend felt like his stomach was almost cramping.

More than six hundred years ago, he was hit by the Withered Wood Divine Finger of his mortal enemy, Venerable Withered Wood, and was seriously injured.

Although he killed the other person, the injuries on his body were beyond his imagination.

Even though he captured many disciples of the Blood Sect and fed them refined food, he still couldn't stop the spread of the injury. In fact, the backlash of the dead wood finger force arrived instantly, causing his body to wither in a few breaths, and annihilating his vitality.

He could only use his internal energy to barely resist.

In the struggle with the dead wood finger force that penetrated deep into his soul, his soul power dissipated bit by bit.

During the fight, he no longer had the strength to control his body.

He sat cross-legged in the secret hall like this for six hundred and eighty years!
Over the years, his five senses have been closed, his body has gradually dried up, and his soul power has begun to decay. Only the last bit of life in his dantian is still struggling.

After nearly seven hundred years of struggle, paying an unimaginable price, and almost completely destroying his vast power, he finally survived.

Over the years, he has been unable to speak and his consciousness cannot be conveyed.

Unable to open the door to the secret hall, he could not attract more disciples from the sect to come to the secret hall for him to recover from his injuries.

He could only wait, and wait like this until now.

Finally, on this day, his disciples finally found a way, joined forces with outsiders, broke the restrictions he set, and came here.

Although the movement was too slow, causing him to wait for so many years, today, someone finally showed up.

Moreover, all of his disciples have made progress in their cultivation, even the fifth guy has reached the Nine-Star Dou Zong level.

Plus two foreign nine-star Dou Zong.

If he were to refine all of these people's flesh and blood, he was very confident that even if he could not recover to his full strength, he could at least recover one third of his peak. By then, suppressing the dead wood finger power in his body would be enough for him to walk carefully between the major dynasties and recover from his injuries.

However, although he was confident that he could defeat everyone here, he was wasting too much of the vast power that was left in his body. If he was not careful, he might be attacked by the power of the dead tree that penetrated deep into his soul.

Therefore, when Lao Wu tested him before, he did not fight back.

When the pockmarked Laoliu brought the food to his mouth, he bit off the other's neck with one bite.

He wanted to absorb the pockmarked old six first to replenish his vast power, and then deal with the rest of the people.

But don't want to.

When the flesh and blood were eaten, the taste was wrong, an indescribable stench of decay.

At first he thought that the smell was caused by the unhygienic old man with the pockmarked face and something growing on his body.

But in order to replenish his energy, he still suppressed his nausea and swallowed it bit by bit in front of these outsiders.

But as soon as the flesh and blood passed through the esophagus and reached the stomach, his stomach, that of a Dou Zun strong man, which was able to digest the hardest iron and stone, began to twist and twitch as if it had a cramp the moment the flesh and blood fell in.

As if instinctively resisting, the blood and flesh of Lao Liu with the pockmarked face was magnified countless times, and the stench of this blood and flesh was also magnified countless times.

A foul stench that rushed straight to the top of his head almost choked him to death. He could no longer bear it and bent over to vomit violently.

Only after he vomited out the stomach acid did he wipe the acid from the corner of his mouth.

When I looked up, I saw that almost everyone in the temple had eyes that looked as if they were seeing the most delicious food in the world.

Looking at those people again, their faces were just like the pockmarked Lao Liu, whose faces were also half rotten.

He finally understood that nearly seven hundred years had passed, and perhaps things had happened in the outside world that he could not imagine.

Perhaps there has emerged a fighting skill that is more advanced than the blood refining technique passed down by his blood clan.

Let all these people practice, so even those outsiders desire his body.

With his expressionless hand, he lifted the head of Lao Liu, who was lying on the ground but was still breathing, in his palm with his five fingers.

The five fingers gently closed together, penetrated the skull of Lao Liu with the pockmarked face, and performed the soul-searching fighting skill, absorbing Lao Liu's memory bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)