Chapter 4491: Living Beings in the Black Mist Reappear, Corpse Cocoon

Lin Ming had no hesitation at all.

His figure continued to remain hidden, and he directly vanished into the void.

On this side, Zhan Mu Ye saw Jun Xiaoyao leave without looking back.

He did not believe that, with Jun Xiaoyao's vision, he would be unaware of the matter of the Nine Heavenly Scriptures.

Then the only possibility is.

This is not the true Book of Death.

"No matter what, get it first and talk later." Zhan Mu Ye thought secretly.

Even if it is not the true Book of Death, it may still have some value.

And just as he was about to make a move to obtain the Book of Death.

Suddenly, he felt an extremely cold sensation arise in his heart.

As if some killing intent was brewing.

It gave him a feeling of near-death chill.

"Who!?"

Zhan Mu Ye became alert, his figure suddenly turning around.

Behind him.

A vast expanse of black mist was spreading.

Within that black mist, a huge shadowy outline could be seen emerging.

Faintly, a palpitation-inducing aura spread out.

"You are..."

Zhan Mu Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.

Even though he is the War King of the War Clan, an unparalleled figure.

Upon seeing the existence in that black mist, he felt a bone-chilling cold.

And on the other side, Wei Tong Zhou and the others also had their expressions suddenly change.

They did not expect that such a living being would be following behind them.

The next moment, from within that black mist.

Several arms protruded.

Some were covered in dragon scales, some were as pale as human arms.

Immediately, this place erupted with numerous cries, shouts, and sounds of battle.

At the same time.

Jun Xiaoyao passed through the seventeenth layer.

He arrived at the eighteenth layer.

At the entrance of the eighteenth layer, there was a stone gate.

Jun Xiaoyao took out that bronze ancient token.

A faint black light shot toward the stone gate.

Immediately, the stone gate rumbled open.

Inside, it was dark and gloomy, a thick aura of netherworld burial energy spread over.

Jun Xiaoyao stepped inside.

Ahead was a deep and long passageway.

In the space, dark formation patterns flickered.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes flickered with an inexplicable color.

Lin Ming thought he was hiding in the dark and would not be detected.

In fact, with Jun Xiaoyao's current Primordial Spirit sense, he had long known.

But he did not care.

For now, he was not ready to deal with Lin Ming.

Because Lin Ming is a pawn to restrain Ye Yu.

And in the darkness behind, Lin Ming had also entered the eighteenth layer.

He had been secretly observing Jun Xiaoyao's movements.

However, upon entering the eighteenth layer.

His heart suddenly rose with a feeling of palpitation.

Especially the Netherworld Sacred Fetus he carried, which trembled faintly, as if resonating with something.

"Indeed, this place might truly be related to the lineage of the Funeral Scholars..." Lin Ming thought secretly.

Earlier, when he obtained that bronze ancient token, he had seen the Funeral Scholars' insignia on it.

Although this lineage is rarely mentioned in the vast expanse of news.

But Lin Ming, who comes from the Nine Nether Divine Palace, does have some understanding.

Because in the Nine Nether Divine Palace, there is a great figure who comes from the Funeral Scholars lineage.

That is why Lin Ming has some understanding of the Funeral Scholars lineage.

Now, feeling his Netherworld Sacred Fetus stirring.

Lin Ming's eyes flashed with a gleam of light.

"Since it is related to the Funeral Scholars lineage, and it is a near-divine-level great tomb."

"Then perhaps it is related to a Funeral King."

This is practically an opportunity prepared just for me!

Lin Ming's eyes burned brightly.

He was worrying about how to quickly increase his own strength.

Who would have thought that when drowsiness came, a pillow would be delivered?

Lin Ming's figure also darted into it.

At the same time, on the seventeenth layer.

There were no longer any fluctuations or noise from battle here.

Looking around, blood qi swirled, and mist enveloped everything.

Many battle clans, Daoist teachings, and other forces' cultivators had severed limbs and broken arms scattered everywhere.

Including Wei Tongzhou, who at this moment had also fallen, his skull having been gnawed away more than half.

The remaining expression on his face showed terror and despair.

It can be said that if Jun Xiaoyao had not obliterated the phantom of that Daoist teaching master.

Then perhaps he could still have used this to escape with his life.

Now it is obvious that this opportunity no longer exists.

And at this moment, only one person remains on the scene.

That is Zhan Mu Ye.

But at this moment, his condition is also in a state of utter misery.

One arm is broken, and at the break, black rules coil around it, making it difficult to recover in a short time.

The aura on his body is also withered to the extreme.

His eyes are fixed tightly on the figure in the black mist.

Given his status and position, he is filled with a sense of shock and dread.

"How could there be an existence like you, you monster..."

"Do you really have to oppose my battle clan?"

Zhan Mu Ye gritted his teeth tightly, blood dripping from his chin.

And from within the black mist came a hoarse, piercing voice.

"The battle blood of the battle clan is not bad."

"After eating you, my strength... will become even stronger."

Immediately, the black mist spread, covering toward Zhan Mu Ye.

The entity within it launched another attack on Zhan Mu Ye.

Zhan Mu Ye also let out a roar, burning the imperial Dao origin, driving his own cultivation body to the limit.

All kinds of life-saving trump cards were unleashed.

However, not too long passed.

From within came Zhan Mu Ye's sorrowful and angry roar.

The final miserable cry.

Everything returned to silence.

Only something remained, chewing on flesh and blood.

"Delicious..."

The sentient being in the black mist emitted a muffled sound.

Then he arrived again upon that black Dao platform.

A pale hand reached out, grabbing hold of that black scripture.

"Fake..." the sentient being in the black mist said.

"It seems, on the lowest layer."

If I could obtain the burial king's legacy.

"My strength will become unprecedentedly strong."

"And also, that Jun Xiaoyao, his flesh... is an unparalleled human body great medicine..."

The sentient being in the black mist spoke intermittently.

Then this mass of black mist also continued rushing toward the eighteenth layer of the great tomb.

Inside the eighteenth layer.

After Jun Xiaoyao passed through that passage.

Ahead was a vast space, like a cave.

And at the top of the cave.

Indeed there were objects similar to black silkworm cocoons.

After Jun Xiaoyao entered this place.

The originally black silkworm cocoons that had seemed silent for a long time.

Suddenly began to wriggle, the surface spreading cracks like spiderwebs.

Then, a black figure emerged from the cocoon, its entire body entwined with majestic burial qi.

And such figures were not just one.

In this place, each and every black silkworm cocoon was ruptured, split open.

Black figures appeared one after another, carrying immense pressure.

Facing this scene.

Even if figures like Zhan Muye and other peerless individuals were present, they would absolutely find it extremely troublesome and difficult to break out of the encirclement.

And Jun Xiaoyao merely watched calmly.

"Could this possibly be a corpse cocoon?"

Jun Xiaoyao had at least briefly studied some materials related to source arts.

He also recognized it.

Such corpse cocoons are formed by sealing the remains of experts above the Emperor Realm in extremely yin locations and refining them through sacrificial rites.

Their power is extremely terrifying.

Moreover, this place is filled with dense burial qi, practically a natural ground for nurturing corpses.

It can be said that if anyone else were to fall into such a situation, the circumstances would be very unfavorable.

While watching those black figures attack.

Jun Xiaoyao simply reached out casually and struck horizontally.

At the same time, on the other side, Lin Ming followed the induction of the Netherworld Sacred Fetus, walking along another passage.

"As expected, that Jun Xiaoyao has fallen into the trap."

"This Tomb of the Burial King belongs to me as my opportunity!"