The red silk hanging bell martial arts is extinguished, and there will be no Jiang Chen in the mountain from now on.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Beimang Huangqiu worships the dead master, and practice it to become immortal through the ages.

If you ask about the past, there is no past, only this dead body is the true ancestor.

Jiang Chen, the former unparalleled genius of Martial Arts Mountain, the number one genius of the five major sects, was known as the most evil being in the past century.

Such a monster has been taught by one of Xuantian's Seven Ultimates, [Wuzong], and has a master-disciple relationship with one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, [Beisha Xuanzhang].

His path of spiritual practice should have been bright and brilliant, making great progress, rising up unrivaled, and being on par with the heavens in the martial arts mountain.

However, during the Xuantian martial arts fight, he met Li Mo...

The sharp edge that shone like a big star has since fallen. This young man who has been extremely stunning since his cultivation died like this...died in Li Mo's hands, fell into the sand, and his fate came to an abrupt end.

No one expected such a result at the time.

However, the cause and effect between him and [Beisha Xuanzhang] is not so easy to end. Life and death have a beginning and an end, and the cycle goes back and forth, endlessly.

Even if there is only a body and a skin left... the karma owed must still be repaid.

Ever since, the red silk hanging bell rang softly, and the Jiang Chen of the past was completely gone, and the past was gone.

The new life of this corpse is just a general.

He was permanently left in the land of Beimang Barren Hills, and he had to serve the master of this land for the rest of his life.

"He is a disciple of Lord Zombie... He is also one of the few people among the hundreds of thousands of barren hills in Beimang who has entered the [Immortal Coffin]... Logically speaking, he should not have good intentions towards humans."

Crow Yaya fluttered his black wings, and there was a hint of confusion in his cold eyes. He jumped down from the dead branch and transformed into a young man in black in the cold evil aura.

The dharma lineage of Beimang Mountain is extremely special. When a corpse is reborn, it is another independent individual. The past is like a cloud and has no connection with it.

It is said that even Beisha Xuanzhang came from this.

"That is the obsession left in the corpse... It can be seen that his previous life was extraordinary. Even if he was reborn as a corpse, he still retained many of his previous habits and instincts."

Xie Pipa whispered attentively. He shook the long hooked tail behind him. His body shook and he transformed into a cold and charming young man. He looked like a man but not a man, a woman but not a woman. There was a trace of starry eyes hidden in his eyes.

Unpredictable splendor.

"Whose hands did such a character...die in?"

"This is not what you should be concerned about... The Lord has passed away. Now you should think about whose hands that old centipede died." Yaya said coldly.

"That's your mission, what's none of my business?" Xie Pipa said coldly.

"you……"

Rumble…

At this moment, a burst of violent fluctuations suddenly came from the cave of [Nine Burial Mountains]. The terrifying aura caused the ground to tear, and streaks of scarlet light shot into the sky, directly tearing apart the demonic energy in the sky.

"That's..."

When Jie Pipa and Yaya met each other, they both showed horror.

Inside the secluded cave, there seemed to be a bunch of red soil squirming, exuding a terrifying aura. Like a fire, it condensed into a ball and melted into the hands of the figure in the darkness.

"My lord is offering sacrifices to the demon soldiers..." Xie Pipa said in a deep voice.

He knew that as a disciple of [Beisha Xuanzhang], the general had received the true inheritance. These days, he was in seclusion and was building his own demon soldiers.

"My Lord wants to be like [Zombie Lord]... the demon soldiers he forged may one day reach the height of [Immortal Coffin]." There was a deep awe in Yayaya's eyes.

The Immortal Coffin is Beisha Xuanzhang's tool for enlightenment, and it is also an existence that can be called a divine weapon.

In the whole world, except for the ten great magic weapons of Guixu, there are very few magic weapons that can bear such a title.

Black Sword's [Eternal Night Sword] counts as one.

The [Wu Sheng Killing Sword] of the Sword Immortal in White is naturally one of the divine weapons.

Beisha Xuanzhang, who is also one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, the magical weapon she masters is the [Immortal Coffin]. It is said that this magical weapon was trained when she was promoted to the position of demon immortal. The energy of the entire Beimang Barren Hills

Luck and strength are absorbed by it.

"My lord, if you want to reach the height of the [Immortal Coffin], it will be too difficult..." Xie Pipa said with deep meaning.

"The Master Zombie's Divine Weapon has taken the title of Demon Immortal, absorbed the luck of the Hundred Thousand Barren Hills of Beimang, and I heard that he also received the good fortune left by Beimang's boss..."

"Be careful what you say."

Crow Yaya shouted low and glared coldly at Xie Pipa. The latter's face trembled slightly, and he realized that he had made a mistake, so he said softly: "In short, training a magic weapon is a lot of difficulties and dangers. There is no way to reach the sky."

There is nothing you can do."

"Not necessarily. I heard that there is a way to create a magic weapon in this world."

At this moment, Yayaya changed the subject and suddenly spoke.

"What method?"

"Back then, when I was still eating corpses in the garbage mountain, I once pulled out a piece of broken jade, which recorded a secret."

Yaya lowered her voice and said: "There is a treasure in this world that can reverse the destiny and give birth to magical weapons."

"What baby?"

"The tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou!" Yaya said in a deep voice.

"That thing!?" Xie Pipa raised her eyebrows: "That is the number one magic weapon in the world, why is there such a thing..."

"When Guixu was born, why did he suddenly develop ten magic weapons? What do you think of as a magic weapon? An old bacon in a mountain tomb?" Yaya sneered.

"You mean..."

"The piece of broken jade records that Han Qi, the first generation leader of the Ling Sect, played tricks on Shenzong. He rebelled against the Xuantian Pavilion, entered Gui Xu, and secretly refined the top ten magic weapons of Gui Xu with the help of Xia, Shang and Zhou's cauldron."

Yaya sneered.

"This is a huge secret... Xia, Shang and Zhou gathered the most terrifying beings of that era, and with their combined efforts, they refined the most powerful magic weapon in the world."

"The power in it is unimaginable."

"You're talking nonsense again..." Xie Pipa raised her hand to interrupt Yaya Ya's words.

"Thousands of years have passed. The world knows the name of the god of the cauldron, but who has actually seen it? The common people cannot touch it, just like a real dragon does not have sex with a snake... Do you still want to have this idea? Are you awake?"

Xie Pipa glanced sideways, looking at the cave that was slowly closing.

"That's not necessarily true. I heard that in the early years, Lord Zombie once faced off against the [Xia, Shang and Zhou] cauldron, and almost broke the [Immortal Coffin] with just one hit." Yaya lowered her voice and said.

"Don't talk nonsense, do you think you have a long life?" Xie Pipa frowned.

"Really... we hadn't come here at that time. I heard what the old bedbug next door said."

"I just pretended that I didn't hear it..." Xie Pipa shook her head and said: "Fenghua is restrained, and divine objects are obscured, let alone the tripod of Xia, Shang and Zhou? Don't talk nonsense again..."

"That's difficult...except for this thing, who dares to say that a divine weapon can be created?"

"If we have this thing, it's not impossible..."

Xie Pipa's eyes reflected a flash of red like fire, and he murmured something softly, as if only he could hear it.

"That's red clay!"

…

The next day, Qingchan City.

At dawn, Li Mo smelled the smell and knew that the thick soup cooked by Uncle Ma was out of the pot. In the alluring aroma, his sleepiness instantly dissipated.

When he walked out of the courtyard, he met Uncle Ma.

"Xiao Li, what have you eaten recently? You don't look right."

Uncle Ma glanced at Li Mo, raised his eyebrows, and said with deep meaning.

"I haven't eaten anything!" Li Mo said casually.

These days, he has been staying in Qingchan City, refining the strange soil, improving his realm, and has hardly eaten any messy food.

"Beimang Shiwan Barren Hills is a place where dead people are buried. It's very unclean. Don't eat everything indiscriminately."

Uncle Ma sighed quietly and took a deep look at Li Mo.

"Uncle Ma, have you been to this place?" Li Mo took the soup pot from Uncle Ma's hand and asked casually.

"I came here many years ago...I can't remember it anymore."

"Does Uncle Ma have any old acquaintances here?" Li Mo couldn't help but ask.

"They are all probably dead...those who are not dead may not want to see me."

Uncle Ma turned around, glanced subconsciously in the direction of Beiman Mountain, and walked out of Li Mo's yard with his hands behind his back.

"After you finish eating, clean it and bring it back to me."

"Okay." Li Mo watched Uncle Ma leave.

In the morning, drink a bowl of thick bone soup. Although it is a bit greasy, it is delicious and nourishing, especially when paired with Gu Changan's [Explosive Liver Soup], it is even more refreshing.
To be continued...