The fire in the yard was burning until the east was white before it gradually went out, and Yang Xian stood outside the yard for a whole night.

After seeing the flames go out, Yang Xian knocked down the house with his fist and pressed the ashes in the yard under the ruins.

After doing this, he stopped staying for a long time. After a long roar, his body shot out and he had left the small mountain village in a moment.

He is the leader of the Confucian sect, and helping the world and the people is the foundation of his practice. He will stop him from killing people and refining alchemy in the Heavenly Destiny Sect. Now that this puppet sect refining corpse puppets, he will naturally not leave his hands behind.

He had already searched the entire mountain village last night, but he did not find any clues about the puppet sect, and he had not even encountered a living person.

With his current cultivation level, no movement or even movement of any creature within a radius of ten miles can be hidden from his perceptions.

Now that the whole night has passed, there is no abnormal movement at all. It seems that the puppet disciples who killed these villagers have already left.

When Mei Niansheng taught Yang Xian, in addition to teaching classics, history, articles, martial arts and qi cultivation, he often told Yang Xian about the practice techniques, methods of acting, and methods of cracking in various sects of the world.

Therefore, when you first saw the living zombies in this mountain village, Yang Xian thought of the corpse driving sect and the puppet sect.

Looking at the sects in the world, only these two sects will be interested in corpses.

Among these two sects, the corpse-driving sect is a sect formed by several families in Jianzhou, which is also called the corpse-driving sect. This sect has inherited secret techniques that can drive corpses to travel, and at the same time it also refines the corpses of masters as their own spiritual objects, driving corpses to kill enemies.

The corpse-driven sect rarely engages in business. The main business of this sect is to drive relatives who died suddenly to their homes for burial at the request of others.

As the saying goes, the leaves fall back to their roots. If the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty had their relatives dead thousands of miles away, how to transport the bodies to their hometown would become a problem for the boss. In this case, they would spend money to ask the disciples of the corpse sect to come and help.

Therefore, the disciples of the corpse-driving sect were called corpse-driving sects because they made money from dead people, which was extremely unlucky. Even though the disciples of the corpse-driving sect were extremely strong in their practice, they were still classified as the lower three sects by people in the world.

Unlike the corpse-driving sect, the Puppet Sect is a branch of the Yuanshi Demon Sect at that time.

Before the original Demon Sect was split, there was a great puppet technique, which was extremely amazing. When you practice it to a high level, you could control the energy in the enemy's body from a distance, making the enemy as obedient as a puppet. Back then, a generation of Demon Sect leader was rampant in the world with this skill, and even Confucian disciples gave him three points.

Later, a disciple took out of the Demon Sect and created the current Puppet Sect.

This disciple who created the puppet sect did not have enough cultivation to cultivate the great puppet technique to the level of great success. However, he was smart and thought of a way to take advantage of it.

He spent decades of hard work to find a bug called the stalker. Using this bug as a hub, he planted it in the body of humans and beasts, and manipulated humans and beasts by manipulating insects. Although the method is different from the big puppet technique, the effect is not inferior, and the practice is extremely easy.

Because it is different from the big puppet technique after all, this mental method hides the word "big" in the "big puppet technique" and is called "make a puppet technique".

Most of the disciples of the Puppet Sect are good at using evil magic and rarely face the enemy head-on. They usually release poisonous insects secretly and use witchcraft to insidiously harm their opponents. The most famous one is to put the eggs of the machine-pulling insects into the enemy's body and manipulate the enemy.

The eggs of the worms are extremely small and are usually extremely inconspicuous, but they can grow rapidly in the human body in a short period of time. The tentacles produced can spread throughout the human body and absorb the essence and blood of the human body to nourish itself.

At that time, the disciples of the puppet sect will use secret techniques to control the worm. In this way, the people or beasts parasitized by the worm will become puppets involuntarily and will be controlled by the disciples of the puppet sect.

However, it is extremely difficult to cultivate the worm. Even the disciples of the puppet sect cannot guarantee one pill per person, so they are extremely cautious when using it. Ordinary people are not worthy of the puppet sect's worms, because the puppets formed by ordinary people have no value at all.

Moreover, the stalker is so precious that there is not even a disciple in this small village who is in charge of a puppet, which is even more strange.

Yang Xian still doesn't know the truth about this matter at this time, but the Puppet Sect is the most suspicious. He wants to find out the whole story, and the best way is to interrogate the disciples of the Puppet Sect.

He is a master of martial arts. At this moment, he used the land flying technique to move rapidly. He was like wind and lightning. His figure flashed on the mountain road. He was on a mountain one moment ago, but he had already reached the small river at the foot of the mountain the next moment, and then flashed again, but disappeared from the riverside and reached a small bridge a hundred feet away, shrinking into an inch, shaped like a ghost.

In just a cup of tea, he stepped out dozens of miles of mountain road and arrived near another small village.

At this time, the sky was bright and the red sun was rising. People in the mountains had already raised fires to cook at this time, so the smoke should be rising.

But the small mountain village in front of me was quiet and silent, just like a small mountain village, as quiet as death.

Yang Xian's face looked extremely ugly and he walked slowly towards the village along the village road.

Sure enough, there was no anger at all, and the entire village had become a ghost village.

Yang Xian walked along all the streets in the village, and the breath of a living person was not sensed.

All the gates were open, but there was no movement.

After walking around, Yang Xian stopped and let out a long roar towards the sky, and the sound ran through the entire mountain village.

As soon as the roar fell, the whole village suddenly became "live", and waves of roars sounded from the yards one by one, and then stiff figures staggered out of the yards one by one and slowly rushed to the street.

These people, like the people in the previous village, became zombies.

These living zombies seemed a little afraid of the sun. They all walked against the walls in the darkness of the street and surrounded Yang Xian. As they walked, a trace of black mist rose from their stiff bodies, but as soon as they rose to mid-air, they were shining by the sun and disappeared in an instant.

It seemed that because of the sky, these zombies were much clumsy than those in the previous village. They roared in a low voice while dodging in the sun, and staggering towards Yang Xian.

Looking at these living zombies, Yang Xian held his hands in his arms and there was no change in his face.

Just as the corpse in the front was approaching him, Yang Xian suddenly put out his palm and slapped it out. The corpse flew up in the air, making a series of crackling sounds in the air, and a trace of black smoke emerged under the sunlight.

After slapping out one palm, Yang Xian's palm kept interspersed among these zombies like butterflies. He continued to slap out one palm. After each palm, a zombie was slapped into the sky by him and fell into the same yard.

When he photographed the first zombie, the yard was closest to him. As he swam, the zombies were getting farther and farther away from the yard. However, as long as they were photographed by Yang Xian, no matter how far they were, these zombies would always fly to the same yard.

Seeing that the zombies on the street were about to be shot into the yard by Yang Xian, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the village entrance, "What a thief, how dare you massacre the people here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of "swish swish swish swish" broke through the air, and flying knives hung with the sound of wind penetrated into Yang Xian's back.
Chapter completed!