"...I heard that the flower of sin grows here, and I plan to recite a few volumes of the Purana Sutra here." Xuanzhong didn't want to do the job of throwing corpses. It was too cold and tired.

How comfortable it is to chant sutras!

"I was raised by nature, so why is it a flower of sin and it has fruited?" Gu Chengshu glared at him,

"Buddha also said that all living beings are equal, Xuanzhong, you should reflect on yourself."

"..."

"..." All living beings are equal, can it be used here? Xuanzhu and Xuanzhong were both speechless.

"If you don't understand Buddhism, don't quote it casually." Xuanzhu stopped this half-baked comment and said

"Such a heavy snow, I hope senior is still injured, find a place to hide in the snow!" At this time, because of the heavy snow, the two corpse keepers who originally wanted to come to explore Zhonggu were unable to come.

Even if they knew that in this kind of weather, there might be somewhere where the Cold Spirit Ghost Flower and Cold Spirit Ghost Fruit would be born, no one came out.

It's too cold. Even if there are zombies who are not afraid of the cold and can carry them to walk, they can still freeze to death.

Therefore, when the messengers secretly sent by the King of the West and the King of the North arrived at Forbidden Mountain, they had to walk a long way to find a corpse keeper.

"I'm not cold!" Wu Shang just enjoyed the feeling of his disciple pushing him,

"We came here to find locust wood and plan to make a few more skis."

"There is one ahead." The locust trees are quite long, making it easier to make skis. When several people went forward together, Huang Lianzhu also hung a body bag around his waist and rushed to Beiliu City from the teleportation array.

At the end of the day, Gu Chengshu and others had swept through the Huangu Highlands. While all the corpse raising grounds were destroyed, two corpse puppet armies were taking shape on the outskirts of the Forbidden Mountain. All the zombie keepers who heard the order were

Pick up all their corpses and surround them little by little towards the place where the sound came from.

...Spiritual world! The leader of the Lingyun Sect in the late Nascent Soul period fell, and the foundation-building disciples of the Nine Realms who carried a large number of immortal treasures were forcibly moved away from the Misty Fantasy City by the demon god by moving mountains.

The news that all the elders from all walks of life went to the Western World to find someone, spread like wildfire in the spiritual world.

"Have you heard? Also missing is Lingyun Sect's Supreme Elder Wu Shang."

"No way? Haven't you heard of it?"

"How did such an important thing come out?" In the teahouse, the monk who spread the gossip whispered: "If my great-uncle hadn't been working for the General League, I wouldn't have known. I heard that that

Wushang Xingjun noticed something was wrong in Misty Fantasy City and rushed back regardless of the city. He wanted to use his own power to interfere with Moving Mountain. His intentions should be good, but it has been two days, and Alliance Leader Xiao and the others are not here.

No trace of the guest house has been found in places such as Netherworld Bone City and the Endless Cemetery. Now many people suspect that due to the interference of Lord Wushang, something went wrong with Moving Mountain, and they...may have been lost in the cracks in space."

What?

The monk was extremely shocked when he heard it. Then he became excited again. How big of a news is this?

"Alliance Leader Xiao and the others couldn't find it. Maybe it's because the Demon God was on guard and covered up the traces."

"It's impossible. Even if the demon god wants to hide it, Wushang Xingjun is not dead. Even if he can't defeat him, he can definitely make some noise." The monk who sent the message added: "And I heard..."

"Who is your great-uncle?" Wu Yao, who was passing by, came to him in a flash.

"You can just talk about Lord Wushang Xing's affairs?" The cultivator is using all kinds of information to create chaos.

Those in the Fuyuan Realm have already been pressed down. Unexpectedly, the spirit world is even worse.

"Let's go, follow me to the Alliance Punishment Hall." Something happened to the junior brother. If this news is spread back to the Fuyuan Realm, the Lingyun Sect's newly stabilized situation will become serious again.

Wu Jian couldn't bear it anymore, so he grabbed the two of them and disappeared into the teahouse.

"This...who is this?"

"I know Wu Hao Xingjun of Lingyun Sect." Wu Hao? In the tea house, all the monks who heard him fell silent.

They were initially hesitant about the harmless thing, but Wu Hao Xingjun suddenly appeared here, and those... caring people had a sad look on their faces.

Nowadays, high-level monks from all sides have entered the Western Realm. Does the Demon God want to use the missing people to play a particularly big showdown with the Thirty-three Realms?
Chapter completed!