Yang Jishan pondered for a moment and sighed, "If there are really more than forty iron corpses and five thousand walking corpses, then this should be Lu Chengyun's last family..."
Yang Jishan glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice:
"This is the final battle. Can you kill Lu Chengyun and wipe out the corpse king? This is the battle here. Please don't hide your own private matters."
Hiding your own privateness?
Mohua was stunned when she heard this.
Everyone also looked different.
Someone was dissatisfied with this: "Why did Commander Yang say this? We have done our best in this battle, and there are many casualties. How can we say that we are hiding our own private interests?"
"good!"
"The commander's words will make us feel disappointed..."
Yang Jishan said with a firm look:
"All of you here are from big families and sects such as Daozhou, Ganzhou, Kunzhou, etc., either they are in the same spirit as the Daoting Seven Star Pavilion, with their family background and inheritance, and are extremely profound, so naturally they have some methods to keep the box..."
"These methods can either be obtained from family background or personal opportunities. They will not be used unless they have to."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone stopped talking.
Monks have opportunities and trump cards, which is undeniable.
Yang Jishan continued:
"Now the corpse killing king has reached the most critical level."
"If this battle is won, everyone will be happy."
"If you lose, let Lu Chengyun escape and let the corpse king survive. Daoting blames him. Yang will naturally bear the brunt of the crime and will take the blame from Daoting. Everyone present..."
Yang Jishan looked around, "I'm afraid he can't get rid of the responsibility!"
Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly sunken, "...Daoting blamed him, the aristocratic families and sects will definitely be significantly delayed within a hundred years."
"And among you, some monks who are from Daozhou and have a connection with Tianshu Pavilion should know what it means to survive the corpse king."
"If the matter fails, the responsibility is serious. Your family will be pursued by the Dao Court!"
"Will the clan vent his anger on you, will your elders be repealed, your treatment is reduced, and your rights are derogated?"
Yang Jishan's eyes were solemn and his tone was cold, "This is not the worst case..."
"The worst case is that Lu Chengyun was crazy and made the corpse king out of control, triggering a real, large-scale corpse tide that annihilated Nanyue City and even the entire state boundary."
"At that time, the state realm will become a corpse realm, and the creatures will be in trouble..."
"And in the tide of corpses, once a few iron corpses are coincidentally transformed into copper corpses. I am afraid that few of you here will be able to leave this small wasteland realm alive!"
Yang Jishan said coldly: "At that time, all the means of pressing the bottom of the box can only be used to press the bottom of the coffin..."
"There is not even a coffin. It will either be eaten alive and peeled alive, or it will be reduced to a wandering corpse. It is better to have a bone without a bone..."
Yang Jishan said something, making everyone's face turn pale.
Although these words are a bit alarmist.
But at present, these things are not impossible...
"General Yang, how are you going?" asked an old monk here.
He is very old and has gray hair. He doesn't care about himself, but about his juniors in the family.
If he wins this battle, he will make contributions, and within a hundred years, the family will be expected to be promoted.
This is their disciple, and he will also be highly valued.
But if you lose, be held accountable by the Taoist court and be promoted to the level of promotion and lower, the three generations of monks in the family will be in vain for hundreds of years of efforts.
And the younger disciples of his own group will definitely not be valued by the family anymore.
So even if you die, you must win this battle!
Yang Jishan said firmly:
"Relying on the foundation of aristocratic families, no longer hide their own personalities, and all the trump cards are released. I will directly kill Lu Chengyun, wipe out the corpse king, and calm the corpse troubles!"
After saying that, he took out a spear from his storage bag.
This spear is full of golden color and has gold-burned patterns on it. Its spiritual power is condensed and it reveals a striking momentum.
As soon as this gun was launched, the monks who knew about it became more and more terrified.
Yang Jishan said: "This is my second-grade superior spiritual weapon from the Yang family, the sunset gun!"
"This gun is expensive, the refining method is special and powerful. With the Yang family's gun technique, it has the strength to be at the peak of the late stage of foundation building with one blow, but it is very easy to lose and can only be used three times."
Yang Jishan looked at the golden spear and was a little reluctant, but said solemnly:
"This sunset gun was given to me by my grandfather to save my life. It will not be used until the moment of life and death."
"But if you don't decide the outcome of this battle, life and death will be determined."
"Since it is a life-and-death battle, I will use this gun to kill Lu Chengyun and let the corpse king die!"
Everyone was moved.
Mo Hua was also a little surprised. Although he didn't know the origin of the sunset gun, he knew that the gun was extraordinary when he saw everyone's expression.
It is very likely that even if you win this battle, the credit you earn may not be worth the spear.
Yang Jishan set an example, and other monks also pondered.
Yang Jishan was born in the Yang family, commanded Taoist soldiers, was proficient in military tactics, and was very familiar with monks' combat.
He must use his trump card, which means that if he does not use thunder means and fight quickly, it will inevitably lead to great disasters!
When you shouldn't save, you must not save.
Otherwise, my life would be saved...
After pondering, a monk said:
"Since the commander said this, I won't hide my private parts..."
He flipped his palm, took out a black jade box, and said proudly:
"I came from the Tang family and had a second-grade spiritual weapon called the Rain Rain Pear Blossom Needle. The needle is hidden in the box. Once it explodes, the spiritual power is like rain. The needle is like pear blossoms. It may be a bit worse to deal with strong enemies, but it is thrown into the corpse group and has great lethality..."
When someone starts, the remaining monks will follow the flow of good deeds.
Even the monks who said they had never hidden their own private cards at the beginning showed their trump card.
"I came from the Han family and had a spirit-enhancing pill. After taking it, within a cup of tea, my cultivation will be improved to the middle stage of foundation building..."
"Zhang Family, Zhang Zifan, the ancestor gave me a set of flame burning formations..."
"Dou family, Dou Changbao, has a first- and second-grade spirit binding net, which can fix four iron corpses at the same time..."
"In the lower family, the clan is not obvious, but by chance, I got a second-grade high-level spiritual explosion jade talisman, which has the power of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator..."
...
"There is a Qingfeng screen below, which can remove...the second-grade or above iron corpse poison..."
Someone finally couldn't help but scold, "Don't you take this out earlier?"
"How can I bear to save my life?"
"That's so fucking stingy!"
"I won't use it for you..."
"No... good brother, good brother, I was wrong, just pretend I was farting..."
...
There were quarrels.
Basically all the monks present, different states, different families, and different sects, revealed one or two trump cards.
Yang Jishan silently wrote it down and nodded.
He knew that everyone would definitely hold back, but this is also human nature. If you act in a coordinated manner, everyone has a different intention, which is inevitable.
At present, these trump cards are enough.
Ink painting is also eye-opening.
In the previous battle between Taoist soldiers, these clergymen of these families and sects performed mediocrely.
He thought that these monks of the family would not be a bit mediocre, but they were at least a bit mediocre.
Only then did I understand the reason:
First, the group battle of monks is indeed different from single-soldier battles, and many methods are difficult to use.
Second, they all have their own little abacus, hold good things in their hands, and do not intend to use them to wipe out corpses and mines.
The eyes are slightly brighter in ink painting.
It's like picking up the sheep. As long as you are willing to pick it up, there will always be one.
Commander Yang didn't mention these things, and he didn't know them at all.
Mo Hua felt that she had gained her knowledge again...
...
The monks present had different trump cards.
There are spiritual weapons, pills, talismans, formations, spells, etc.
Yang Jishan is classified and arranged in a coordinated manner.
Be sure to use these methods on the blade, and make a final decision, destroy the corpse and kill the corpse king!
After Yang Jishan made arrangements, the next step was to understand the terrain of the grave mountain.
On the side of Daoting, several foundation-building monks with powerful spiritual consciousness began to scan the tomb with their spiritual consciousness.
But after looking at it for a long time, I still couldn't find anything.
The grave mountain is like a mine, with heavy foul air, which hinders the spiritual consciousness.
And formations are arranged everywhere.
These formations have an obscure aura, and are entangled with the foul air in the mountains, and cannot be distinguished clearly.
Therefore, the map of mountains and rivers drawn is very simple.
I can only simply outline the situation of mountains and rivers, where the corpse is heavy, where there is a formation, and what formation is likely to be...
This information is vague and helps very little.
Yang Jishan frowned and suddenly remembered Mo Hua. He took this map and found Mo Hua and asked:
"Little brother, can you see what formations do this grave mountain have?"
"I'll take a look..."
Mo Hua took the map and looked at the gloomy and gray grave mountain in the distance. His spiritual sense moved slightly and began to calculate.
While counting, he muttered something, and found a piece of paper, painted and modified it.
All the paintings are something that Yang Jishan can't understand.
Yang Jishan did not dare to disturb Mo Hua, so he watched silently from the side.
I don’t know how long it took, but the ink painting’s eyes lit up and began to mark the map.
The marked ones are all the names of the formations, as well as the grades of the formations, patterns of the formations, eyes, pivots and array media used.
Even in some places where the corpse is strong, he probably marked the number of iron corpses and walking corpses.
The entire grave mountain is clear at a glance.
Yang Jishan was stunned.
He really wanted to ask Mo Hua, how did you see it, but after thinking about it, he always asked this, and it seemed that his commander was not in line.
And even if Mo Hua says it, can you understand it yourself?
At least he couldn't understand what Mo Hua said before...
Forget it, don’t use it, don’t doubt it.
Yang Jishan sighed, and was a little grateful.
Fortunately, this trip was with this young monk, otherwise the progress of the corpse and mine would not have been so smooth.
After Yang Jishan left, Mo Hua frowned.
There was one thing he was very confused.
There are many zombies in this grave mountain. No matter how the iron corpses come from, how do they come from?
The nearby states are all second-rank.
In the second-grade state realm, foundation-building monks are the upper limit.
Where did Lu Chengyun get these dozens of foundation-building corpses, which were refined into iron corpses?
Moreover, these iron corpses were obviously refined very early.
The longer the year, the more corpse poison is.
Mo Hua frowned and thought hard, and suddenly became stunned.
Xiaoling Yin Sect!
He remembered that Teaching Yan said that the Xiaoling Yin Sect was once a powerful formation sect in the local area. There were many foundation-building cultivators in the sect, but later gradually declined.
Until later, Lu Chengyun rebelled against the sect and killed his master and stole the formation, and the Xiaoling Yin Sect dispersed.
But after it dispersed, there were still cemeteries in the sect.
Inside the cemetery, there are also the bodies of foundation-building monks of sects of all dynasties.
Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt awe-inspiring.
After observing these days, he found that the iron corpse in the grave was not strong except for the corpse poison, and his body was not strong, his arms were well-proportioned and his fingers were slender.
Obviously, most of them were formation masters who started writing during their lifetime...
Lu Chengyun's killing of his master may not be on a whim, but was planning for a long time.
This plan not only includes the Lingshu Formation, but also includes the corpses of the head and elders of the Xiaoling Yin Sect who were defeated and dispersed after the sects dispersed.
Killing the master and destroying the ancestors, causing the sect to be defeated, and using the sect’s ancestors to refine the corpse...
In the deep eyes of the ink painting, a cold light gradually condensed:
"Lu Chengyun... is looking for death!"
...
After obtaining the detailed grave mountain map and formation map, Yang Jishan began to make overall arrangements, hoping to achieve his merits in one battle to wipe out the corpse king and quell the corpse trouble.
Everything was ready, Mo Hua suddenly found Yang Jishan and said:
"Uncle Yang, I'll go too."
Yang Jishan was a little surprised, "What are you going to do?"
"I want to help." Mo Hua said.
Yang Jishan was slightly stunned, and then his heart felt warm.
What a good child, he is very capable and has a good heart. No wonder his fifth brother praised him so much.
But Yang Jishan still shook his head:
"I want you to go too, but this time it's a life-and-death battle. I have to deal with the Corpse King. There are so many iron corpses. It's too dangerous. Even if I am, there may be a lot of danger. I can't guarantee that you are safe and sound..."
Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang, don't worry, my junior brother and sister will protect me."
Yang Jishan hesitated and said, "Your senior brother, senior sister, you should be refining your energy..."
"Although they are refining qi, they have strong cultivation." Mo Hua said proudly.
Yang Jishan still disagreed, "This is a life-and-death battle, or a melee with zombies, it's different..."
Mo Hua said: "If it really doesn't work, I will run away invisibly..."
Invisible...
Yang Jishan was shocked when he heard this.
No wonder!
No wonder I was able to catch fish in the corpse mines and find out that there were hidden means to hide.
This incident has not been mentioned before ink painting, so Yang Jishan didn't know about it.
Yang Jishan looked at the ink painting and his eyes glowed.
Hidden...
It's actually hidden... It's so good...
Then he was a little confused, "You are just qi cultivation, how can you hide the hidden technique from Lu Chengyun?"
Mo Hua squinted her eyes and smiled, but did not answer.
Only then did Yang Jishan realize that he had made a mistake.
This kind of secret that concerns the merits of the monks cannot be said easily.
Yang Jishan immediately said, "Sorry, I was abrupt."
Mo Hua said, "Then can I go?"
"This..." Yang Jishan was still hesitant. He was stunned and puzzled:
"Do you have other purposes when you go to the grave mountain?"
Mo Hua didn't hide it, nodded and said directly:
"Lu Chengyun and I have some personal grudges and want to watch him die!"
Yang Jishan was stunned.
Private grudges?
Is it because I was locked in a corpse mine before and had a personal grudge, or is there any other reason?
Yang Jishan's eyes were slightly deeper.
No matter what the reason is, he doesn't really want a young monk as old as Mo Hua to take risks.
He was even considering whether to send someone to send the ink painting out of Nanyue City first, so as to avoid the defeat of this battle, the fall of Nanyue City, and the ink painting was in danger.
The evil of killing corpses is the edict of the Dao Court and the responsibility of the Dao soldiers, and it has nothing to do with ink paintings.
Mo Hua knows formations and has a good mind and a good seedling. He cannot take such risks!
Yang Jishan nodded.
But just as Yang Jishan made up his mind and wanted to say no, he suddenly felt a sudden thrill in his heart.
A picture appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness:
In the picture, the sky is stained red with blood.
Lu Chengyun is dead.
But all the monks present died.
And he himself broke his arm and was trampled by a zombie, his eyes full of despair.
This zombie has a huge body, bloody pupils, dark gold appears, and a terrifying aura.
It roared.
All over the mountains, thousands of zombies surrendered...
...
After a moment, everything disappeared again.
Yang Jishan's back was already soaked in cold sweat, and a great fear surged in his heart:
"Just...what was that?"
Is it my long-standing intuition?
Is it a sign in the dark?
Someone still allowed me to see this scene...
Yang Jishan's face was pale and his eyes were frightened.
"Uncle Yang?"
A tender voice brought Yang Jishan to his senses.
Yang Jishan looked up and saw the ink painting with concern on his face.
"Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?" Mo Hua said worriedly.
Yang Jishan thought for a moment and forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired..."
Mo Hua said with apologies:
"Then Uncle Yang, please have a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore."
Yang Jishan nodded slightly, and just as Mo Hua was about to leave, he suddenly shouted Mo Hua again.
"Ink painting."
The ink painting turned back in confusion.
Yang Jishan's eyes narrowed and said, "You can go."
Mo Hua was stunned, then he was happy, "Really?"
Yang Jishan nodded, "But be careful, follow me and don't walk around. Even if you see Lu Chengyun, you should not be impulsive."
"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Thank you Uncle Yang!"
Mo Hua left happily.
Since I agreed to Ink Painting, I asked Ink Painting to go with me.
The bloody, terrifying, and desperate scene in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared...
Yang Jishan's fear gradually calmed down and he no longer felt cold in his hands and feet.
It seemed as if some terrible cause and effect had been cut off.
But Yang Jishan couldn't calm down for a long time.
He looked at Mo Hua's departure back, his eyes vibrated, and he thought in disbelief:
"Mo Hua...what is this little monk?"
Thank you PYHuang, ChanSO, Hanhai Xiaoyao Scholar, Sang Chen for your reward~
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Chapter completed!