Villain: Be a teacher to the son of luck

It happened almost simultaneously with the palace of Mingzhu City Lord.

On the edge of Shu, it borders on Jiangnan.

Wen Mingting took the remaining half of the demon emperor Chu Chi with him, and escaped from the hunt and search of the monks' magic weapons.

Chu Chi really wanted to question Wen Mingting now.

but he is weak
No matter how powerful the vitality of the Yaozu is, at this moment, his life is definitely like a thread.

Followers of Wen Mingting came to meet him. They were a group of "corpse chasers" who were active in the south of the Yangtze River.

They called Wen Mingting the "King of Corpse".

They brought Wen Mingting the knives and soul banners unique to exorcists.

With a smile on Wen Mingting's face and his eyes unchanged, he was calm and indifferent, slowly put on unknown clothes, and then came to the dying Chu Chi
under the watchful eye of the latter.

Wen Mingting cut open Chu Chi's body with the slender sharp knife with a trace of black corpse aura, and methodically took out things that looked like organs one by one.

The moment the knife cut through his body, Chu Chi was so painful that he almost passed out.

But Wen Mingting's followers lit some strange incense candles near Chu Chi, which seemed to be able to keep Chu Chi awake.

However, I don't know if it was because of these incense candles, or because of Chu Chi's serious injuries that were almost death-like, that made Chu Chi's voice hoarse, and he couldn't even make any cry of pain.

Chu Chi even showed the original shape of a giant python. This is not a good sign.

Wen Mingting still had that smiling and shallow-eyed look, he took out the remaining organs in Chu Chi's body one by one, and put them on the silver plate held by the followers around him.
Watching helplessly as his body was dismembered, Chu Chi was helpless.

Finally, after about a quarter of an hour, Wen Mingting finally took all the objects in Chu Chi's body. He put the knife in his hand on Chu Chi's head, and under the blessing of strong corpse energy, he cut off the head of this generation of demon emperor.

From it, Wen Mingting took out a round demon pill exuding scarlet aura.
That is the Wannian Demon Pill that Chu Chi has practiced all his life!

Contains the lifelong demon power of a ninth-level monster, and even contains the semi-refined [Xian Yan]!
Looking at the crystal clear scarlet demon pill in his hand, Wen Mingting's smile deepened, it was a satisfied smile.

And in front of him, Chu Chi died completely after experiencing this unspeakable experience for a quarter of an hour.
"Your Majesty, don't you just need this Wannian Demon Pill?"

"...Why did you take out Chu Chi's other organs? Is it to use these organs to refine medicine?" Some followers asked puzzled.

Wen Mingting put the ten-thousand-year demon pill into the Nawu space, tilted his head slightly, and responded to the follower's voice in a gentle and courteous manner as always.

"Refining elixir? It's a good suggestion. But."

Wen Mingting said half to himself, "...My original purpose was just to find this interesting."

"Think about it, the majestic demon emperor, watching his body being dismembered from the inside by others in the most primitive and savage way, clearly able to feel it but unable to resist, what a pleasure it is!"

As Wen Mingting spoke, he couldn't help sighing.
The followers around listened quietly. They all covered their faces with black scarves, leaving only a pair of eyes outside.

Wen Mingting's words made them
It was like hearing the most beautiful thing in the world!

They never imagined that they could act like this!
They have always focused on mortals with fragile vitality, so the methods they researched are naturally unsightly.

Because the vitality of mortals is too weak, even warriors and monks cannot change the physical limitations of the human race until they reach a certain level.

But His Majesty the Corpse King is different, his vision has already surpassed all of them!

Just now, they seem to have personally witnessed the greatest art in the world!
This is far inferior to those poets' songs and paintings!

"Your Majesty, you are worthy of being Your Majesty!"

Everyone was amazed, and they felt that as witnesses, they had an obligation to carry forward this art
Go back and catch a monster guy to try!