The western part of the Nanling Mountains stretches for 990 million li, and from tens of thousands of years ago, the sky here has been shrouded in dark clouds all year round. No one knows what happened back then, why fertile land turned into black mud? Clear rivers became dead water? The clear air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses?

  The trees here have all turned coal black, yet they still send out tender shoots; the flowers and grasses are already rotting, yet they still have vitality.

  At the top of a bare and black great mountain, a void gate suddenly opened, and two figures walked out from it. The man had red hair and white clothes, handsome and extraordinary, while the woman wore green clothes with black hair, beautiful and moving. These two people were Guo Yao and Liu Yanran.

  "Is this Baigujing Mountain?" Guo Yi looked at the package of earth in front of him.

  On the mountain, there is a piece of wild burial ground. Each grave has a tombstone with no inscription at its head. These graves are very dense and stretch all the way to the horizon.

  This is a vast graveyard, as if the whole world were a tomb.

  Liu Yanran gazed at the dim sky, then looked at the eerie scene in front of her and furrowed her brow: "This is not White Bone Mountain, just a chaotic burial mound."

  "I knew this old thing wasn't reliable, I wonder where it is now?" Guo Yi took a breath of air, and the smell of rotting corpses almost made him vomit.

  "Boom!"

  Not far away, a wild grave suddenly burst open, and a coffin that was about to rot through flew out of the tomb and fell in front of the two. The coffin broke open, and yellow corpse water flowed out, corroding the black soil and emitting black smoke.

  "Ah..." Guo Yi pulled Liu Yanran's hand and escaped from this place.

  "Boom!"

  "Boom!"

  ……

  Innumerable graves burst open, some ejecting coffins and others even throwing out rotting corpses. The countless graves on the mountain began to show cracks, as if something was about to crawl out of them.

  "This is a corpse explosion. It often happens west of the South Ridge." Liu Yanran was Yan Luo's apprentice, and she seemed to be familiar with the situation here.

  "What is corpse exposure?"

  "The corpses' riot, the corpses will crawl out of their graves, with dozens of isolated tombs experiencing corpse riots at the same time in lighter cases, and all the corpses within thousands of miles being disturbed in more severe cases."

  Some of the solitary graves had already stretched out rotting arms, step by step emerging upwards. This outbreak of corpses seemed particularly enormous, even ancient tombs hundreds of miles away were disturbed.

  Liu Yanran furrowed her brow and said coldly, "Corpse Exposure is quite terrifying. They will devour the living around them. If you encounter some highly cultivated old corpses, even powerful cultivators can be eaten alive by them."

  "Really?..."

  Before Guo Yi could finish speaking, an old man wearing a Taoist robe had already crawled out of the tomb. The blue Taoist robe he wore was very ancient and it was unknown how many years ago it was made. Half of his face had rotted away, while the other half still had withered old flesh hanging from it.

  "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

  The Taoist robe was old and corpse-like, with fingernails and toenails three feet long. His face emitted a stiff ghostly smile as he pounced on Guo Yao, seemingly wanting to devour him.

  "It's really coming." A scorching flame burst out of Guo Yi's hand, determined to burn the Taoist robe and corpse into ashes.

  "Ahh!"

  A black gas was spat out of the mouth of the Daoist robe corpse, directly wrapping around the flames, and then the black gas along with the flames flew back into his mouth, being swallowed by him in one gulp.

  Guo Yi's face changed slightly: "How can you be so perverted?"

  "I've told you before, the horror of corpse explosion, but you didn't believe me." At this time, Liu Yanran was also surrounded by five corpses that had just crawled out of their graves.

  "Death has already died, I'd like to see who's more terrifying, it or me." Guo Yi let out a loud roar: "Burial of the Ancient Sky Characters."

  "Boom!"

  One hundred and sixty-eight golden ancient characters flew out of his body, sweeping across the graveyard, and over a hundred corpses were blown into black mist, including the Daoist robe-wearing old corpse which turned to ashes. However, even more corpses crawled out of their graves, and some ancient tombs in the distance began to shake, as if extremely terrifying old corpses were about to emerge.

  "Let's hurry, I feel a sense of danger approaching, as if the ancient corpse beneath our feet has opened its eyes." Guo Yi felt that things were starting to go wrong, as if thousands of miles away, tombs had already risen in revolt.

  "It's impossible to escape now." Liu Yanran glared at Guo Yao fiercely, saying: "At least the ancient corpses within three thousand miles have all crawled out of their graves. Let's see how you can kill your way out."

  At this time, the ground was filled with rotting corpses, both male and female, old and young. The clothes on their bodies were almost rotten, and they were moving step by step towards Guo Yao and his companion. Some ancient coffins also burst out of their graves and jumped on the ground, each jump covering a distance of one zhang (about 3.3 meters).

  "Follow me."

  Liu Yanran followed closely behind Guo Yao, but didn't take his hand, just like a bystander.

  Guo Yue summoned 168 ancient characters of the Burial Sky around his body, each character carrying unmatched spiritual power, and incredibly, they were able to suppress those ancient corpses into the ground. Although the Burial Sky characters had overwhelming power, there were more and more corpses surrounding them, including several old corpses that were about to become spirits hiding among them, ready to launch a sneak attack at any time.

  "Boom!"

  In the distance, a large tomb exploded, and an ancient corpse wearing a dragon crown and dressed in dragon robes flew out.

  "Boom!"

  Another large tomb flew out an old man with a hunchback, the old man's body was not damaged at all, and it was a thousand-year-old corpse.

  Powerful undead constantly fly out of the great tomb, surrounded by mountains and seas of corpses, with terrifying corpse wails shaking heaven and earth.

  At this time, Guo Yi's pressure increased exponentially, with three old corpses already making a move against him. Each of their cultivations was enough to rival his own, and they were all ancient corpses that had been cultivating for over a thousand years.

  Liu Yanran coldly smiled: "Now help me lift the seal, I'll assist you in escaping, otherwise you will surely die here."

  "I'll die again to break the seal for you."

  "One finger can cover the sky."

  Guo Yi drew out the Tianjian sword and slashed a golden mark, exploding the head of one of the Tongling old corpses. Then he threw out a ball of mysterious fire, burning the corpse to ashes.

  "Then just wait for death." Yueran said.

  Kuo Yi's entire arm ignited with red flames, and he flew up to collide with the old corpse wearing a dragon robe in a fierce palm strike, blasting the corpse into a pile of rubble.

  "How can your physical body be so strong? The corpse cultivators' physical strength is ranked first among all cultivators, and you are even stronger than them?" Liu Yanran was shocked by Guo Yao's physical strength.

  "Boom!"

  Another old corpse was destroyed in Guo Yi's hands, and he sneered: "Do you want to try how strong my physical body is? I guarantee it can satisfy you."

  "You... are shameless." Liu Yanran said coldly, "This is just the beginning. You'd better unseal me, or you'll be destroyed by the Corpse King in an instant."

  The Corpse King is the master of corpse violence, with the power to control all corpses within thousands of miles, and is the king among corpses.

  At this moment, a vast and mighty power was rapidly rushing upwards from beneath the earth. The power was so terrifying that all the corpses were trembling with fear, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

  "Is he dead?"

  Kuang Ye decided to take the initiative, soaring into the air with his head down and feet up, rapidly descending. He manipulated the Burial Sky Sword and 168 ancient characters, piercing through the ground, rolling up rocks and soil, and striking at the unknown creature underground.

  In just an instant, Guo Yi completely disappeared from the ground, and a three-meter-diameter bottomless pit appeared in front of him.

  A terrifying roar came from the ground, shaking the earth, and a corpse howl like thunder echoed for thousands of miles.

  "Mad, mad, the sixth palace of the spiritual world dares to challenge the Corpse King, this kid will definitely be buried underground." Liu Yanran didn't want Guo Yao to die, because if Guo Yao died, no one would be able to help her lift the seal. However, she didn't think for a moment that Guo Yao could escape from the Corpse King's hands.

  "Not good." A faint glow emanated from Yanran's body as she floated upwards.

  "Boom!"

  She had just left the ground when it suddenly cracked open, and the earth began to sink down, even the corpses fell into the huge crack in the ground, falling into the deep underground.

  "What a terrifying great war it was that actually shattered the earth." Yanran Liu couldn't believe her eyes.

  "Boom!"

  A massive black shadow burst out from the ground, it was a hundred-meter-long black dragon's corpse. The dragon did not rot, but its body was covered with wounds at this time. The corpse had many concave palm prints and fist prints on it, as well as terrifying sword scars that almost cut off the entire dragon head.

  "Boom!"

  Kuang Ye also burst out from the ground, his hair disheveled, his clothes tattered and stained with blood. The white robes on his body were all dyed red with fresh blood, his hands trembling non-stop as drops of fresh blood fell to the ground between his fingers. He was more seriously injured than Jiaolong's corpse king, but his will to fight was even stronger.

  Every step on the ground would print a bloody footprint, two eyes burning with flames, biting a mouthful of blood, and roaring: "Come again."

  "One Finger Burial of Heaven!"

  Jiaolong's corpse king had a pair of bronze bell-sized eyes torn apart by the Tianjian sword, and yellow corpse water flowed out. Then, with a long howl, he flew down and crashed into Guo Yao's chest, instantly breaking three ribs, and the flesh was sunken in.

  "Boom!"

  Kuo Yeh spat out blood, gritted his teeth, and with one palm strike shattered the dragon horn of the dragon corpse.

  "Boom!"

  Guo Yi covered his chest with one hand and punched the dragon corpse's chin with the other, dislocating its jaw.

  "Madman, madman..." Yueran looked at this bloody scene, biting her teeth on the pearl, and finally opened her mouth to say: "It's useless for you to do this, the Corpse King's body is indestructible. Even if you dismember it, it can still reassemble itself."

  "Boom!"

  The giant dragon's tail swept Guo Yi flying and slammed him to the ground.

  Kwok Yat's whole body was bleeding as he crawled up from the ground and roared: "How can we destroy it?"

  Liu Yanran said: "As long as you dig out the Corpse King's inner palace from its body, you can destroy it. If you can get one Corpse King's inner palace, you can definitely sell it for a good price at the Ghost Market in the 72 Ghost Cities. However, each Corpse King will hide its inner palace in the most secret place, and even if you dismantle its entire body, you may not be able to find it."

  "Then don't waste your breath."

  At this time, Jiaolong's corpse king rushed over again, and Guo Ye had no choice but to collide with it once more.

  "As long as you help me break the seal, I can destroy it and give the Corpse King's inner palace to you." Yulan said with a smile.

  Kwok Yat-yin's palm and Dragon Claw clashed, both retreating in succession. "This is absolutely impossible," he said coldly. "Change the condition."

  Liu Yanran knew that it would be difficult for Guo Yao to help her lift the seal, so she retreated and sought a compromise. "From now on," she said, "you must listen to me. I'll tell you what to do, and you'll do it. If you agree, I can help you calculate the specific location of the Corpse King's inner palace."

  "Haha, are you asking me to be your slave or your husband? Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

  There are only two kinds of people in this world who will obediently listen to a woman's words, one is a slave and the other is a husband, it's just that the husband sounds better than the slave.

  Kwok Yat couldn't possibly agree to her unreasonable demands, unless both of them could make concessions; otherwise, they would be stuck in this stalemate. But would the Dragon King's Corpse give them time to haggle?