No one thought that the young man in white would be so powerful in fighting.

"Let me go, this corpse is dead anyway. Instead of decaying, it's better to be my evil corpse. If you want, I can refine one for you personally." A martial artist who was refining his corpse noticed a sharp look and a tremor in his heart. He spoke with a tremor in his voice. He was afraid of Ye Qingyun and death.

"It's unnecessary to leave a person like you alive without letting go of a corpse." Ye Qingyun stepped out and a terrible breath burst out in an instant, pouring directly into the body....