Three one thousand years old monk corpses — each had an adamantine-like body that was impervious to damage and legs as hard as steel. Plus, the spirit energy in their bodies was always being channeled, and their dantian was occupied by a treasure stone as big as a fist, emitting a dense black light.

They had died for several thousand years, so, not only did their bodies undergo Corpse Transformation, even their God Base that they had cultivated was changed into a Corpse Base.

“Does Little Girl Dongfang Jingyue require me lending a hand or not, ah?”

Feng Feiyun leaned on the rock wall, and he laughed by the side.

Dongfang Jingyue’s status was extremely prestigious, and her cultivation transcended the mortal boundary. No matter where she went, there would be countless numbers of people prostrating themselves to greet her; no one ever dared to call Dongfang Jingyue a ‘little girl’.

However, at this moment, she was surrounded by the three monk corpses, and her jade hands were stained with blood. There was a claw wound from one of the monk corpses, creating a line that would pain others to look at. With a more careful observation,...