At noon, Chu Zhenting and his party left Mingfeng County.
In order to avoid being intercepted along the way, several people did not choose the official road, but chose the winding mountain road to rush.
Chu Zhenting and Huai Ruogu walked in the front, Chu Suizhu and the maid Bi'er were in the middle, and the two cold zombie-like guards walked behind with Chu Tian.
As the saying goes, what you are afraid of will come. The interceptors sent by Xia Wuyou came so quickly. They had just left Mingfeng County when their way was cut off.
This is a barren ridge to the north of Mingfeng County. There are no towering ancient trees, only patches of exposed pale boulders. Even if you want to hide your figure, you can't.
On the surrounding boulders, men in black stood, exuding tyrannical spiritual pressure, blocking the way.
On a huge boulder in the middle of the front, a white-haired man looked at everyone coldly, his eyes full of violent murderous intent. He was the only one on the huge boulder, with slender lights shining in his hands.
"Thousand-hand gate?" Huai Ruogu frowned slightly, his eyes falling on the white-haired man's hands.
"Haha, I didn't expect that my Thousand-Hand Sect would not be around for a hundred years, but someone would still remember it. Because of your good memory, I will keep your body intact!" The white-haired man laughed wildly.
"That's such a strong tone. It's not a pity to die for the remnants of the demonic path..." The zombie-faced guard on the left side of Chu Tian sneered, and a spiritual light flew out, turning into a black iron thorn, aiming at the white-haired man.
Stab away.
The white-haired man was calm and composed, but the aura of violence in his eyes was stronger. In his right hand, a burly corpse stood in front of him.
The corpse puppet was naked and covered with long corpse hair, exuding a thick black corpse aura. It did not shy away from the black black iron thorn, and punched it with a "roar"
, the fists were covered with thick corpse hair like hard armor.
There was a loud "bang" sound, and the black iron thorn was blocked by a punch, unable to move forward half an inch.
The guard who used the Black Iron Thorn snorted coldly, his face became more and more ugly, and his whole body was full of spiritual energy. The light of the Black Iron Thorn suddenly increased, and it suddenly tripled in size.
At the same time as the black iron thorn's light increased, the white-haired man's fingers instantly moved. Thin lines of light followed his fingers and penetrated into the acupuncture points on the zombie's body.
The corpse puppet let out a painful scream, and the corpse hair on its body continued to grow longer, like fine vines, spreading rapidly along the right arm that was blocking the Black Iron Sword.
The guard's complexion changed greatly. When he wanted to take back the black iron thorn, it was already too late. Endless corpse hair was densely wrapped around the black iron thorn, like bloodthirsty leeches, frantically devouring the black iron thorn.
Aura.
This black iron thorn was originally transformed from the spiritual talisman that protects one's life, and it relies entirely on the spiritual energy contained in it to carry out attacks. At this moment, it is entangled in dense corpse hair, and it cannot withstand a few swallows.
Seeing that the talisman of destiny that he had worked so hard to refine was about to be lost in the hands of the corpse puppet, the guard roared and rushed towards the corpse puppet frantically, trying to take the talisman of destiny back from the hands of the corpse puppet.
The white-haired man sneered at the corner of his mouth and moved his fingers quickly. The moment the guard rushed over, the zombie aura around the corpse puppet suddenly dispersed. When he reappeared, the guard had been completely wrapped in the corpse aura.
When all the corpse energy enveloped the guard, the white-haired man suddenly closed his hands, and there was a muffled "boom" sound. The guard didn't even have time to hum before it turned into blood mist. The corpse puppet opened his mouth and
All the blood mist in the sky was sucked in.
Under the night, with the bright moon hanging in the sky, the man in white retracted his hand again, and the corpse stood in front of him, staring at everyone like a bloodthirsty demon.
The Thousand Hands Sect sucks the essence and blood of living people, refines bloodthirsty talismans, uses special means to collect the resentment and bad luck of the world to refine corpse puppets, and controls them with bloodthirsty talismans. It caused a bloody storm in the world of cultivation more than a hundred years ago, and was later destroyed by Shanhai
Ge and Penglai Island teamed up with the righteous sects in the world to wipe them out in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect that more than a hundred years later, they would reappear.
The terror of the corpse puppet shocked everyone. The Thousand Hand Sect's method of controlling corpse puppets is something that few people have seen in today's world.
The white-haired man's attack this time made everyone extremely fearful of the demonic sect Senjumen.
Legend has it that the corpse puppet is a kind of ghost that has lost its intelligence. It was born from the resentment of heaven and earth. It is immortal, immortal and immortal. It was abandoned by the three realms of heaven and earth and outside the six realms of living beings. In the human world, it uses resentment as its power and feeds on blood.
, rendering endless loneliness with the blood of all living beings.
Like the natal talisman, corpse puppets can also evolve. The elementary corpse puppets are called white puppets. The corpse undergoes mutations after absorbing the resentment of the world. After one month, white and furry corpse hair begins to grow all over the body. The corpse aura is white and looks like fog.
As the lowest level corpse puppet acquired by the early disciples of the Yellow Talisman Realm of the Thousand Hands Sect, he is responsible for the sect's rough and heavy work.
The White Puppet evolved by sucking human blood in a few years. After a few years, the white corpse hair was shed all over its body, replaced by black corpse hair that was several inches long and as hard as steel. It was called the Black Puppet. It was extremely powerful.
It is controlled by a monk at the peak stage of the Yellow Talisman Realm of the Thousand-Hand Sect. Even if he encounters an ordinary monk at the God Refining Stage, he dares to compete with him.
As for the Jumping Puppet, its shape is not significantly different from that of the Black Puppet. It is just that the black corpse hair on its body is longer and harder. It can even escape from the body and shoot out to kill the enemy. It is generally controlled by the monks of the Thousand Hands Sect in the god refining period. More than a hundred years ago, the Thousand Hands Sect
It was precisely because of the emergence of three disciples in the God Refining Stage, controlling three jumping puppets, that the entire world of cultivation was thrown into chaos.
As for the flying puppets above the jumping puppet, they rarely appear in the world. They are the jumping puppets that absorb the yin moonlight and have evolved over a long period of time. This type of corpse puppet has developed spiritual intelligence and can communicate with the world and refine spiritual energy.
It can cultivate itself by swallowing the undead, and its power to fly to the sky and escape from the earth is astonishing, and it will not be controlled by the monks at all. Once the jump puppet evolves into a corpse puppet, it will definitely bite its owner.
Since the establishment of the sect, the Thousand Hands Sect has had many strange people and accumulated hundreds of years of forbearance. The method of refining corpse puppets has reached a superb level. If it had not been jointly suppressed by Shanhai Pavilion and Penglai Island more than a hundred years ago, I am afraid it would have evolved.
A flying puppet.
In ancient legends, there are two terrifying existences above the flying puppets. One is the Drought Demon, which can slay the dragon in the dry sky, and can extradite the god of plague below. It can change its shape and turn into human form, which is extremely terrifying. There is a sentence in the ancient legend
Words to describe Han Ba: When Han Ba was born, the world was in chaos!
And another kind of terrifying existence can no longer be called a corpse, but a demon king named "Jian". It has the terrifying power of fighting with immortals and gods. It has thousands or even ten thousand years of Taoism, spits karma fire from its mouth, and burns people.
Take everything in the world.
Chu Tian couldn't calm down in his heart. He had been fond of reading strange stories and cultivation legends since he was a child, so he naturally knew them very well. He stared at the white-haired man and the corpse, constantly weighing them in his mind.
The corpse puppet controlled by this white-haired man is a black puppet, which means that his cultivation level is at least at the peak of the Yellow Talisman Realm.
Although he had just broken through the Yellow Talisman Realm, after all, he only had two days, and he had discovered in the past two days that no matter how much spiritual energy he absorbed, it would be robbed by the Guqin mark between his eyebrows, and he would not be able to condense the spiritual energy to practice the natal spiritual talisman.
Chu Tian knew very well that in his current situation, there was no way he could compete with the white-haired man.
But he is not depressed, nor does he blame the Guqin mark. If it hadn't been for the mark that appeared inexplicably in his body, he would probably still be a useless person with his Dantian destroyed, and died in the Tianyang Sect disciple during that adult experience.
in pursuit.
He is very confident in himself. All he needs now is time. As long as he has enough time, he will definitely be able to discover the secret of this guqin mark and find a path of cultivation that suits him.
"Only those who have cultivated to the peak of the Yellow Talisman Realm can control the black puppet. This guy is indeed a bit difficult to deal with!" Huai Ruogu frowned, and the spiritual energy in his right hand was flowing, hesitating.
"The Thousand Hands Sect has endured for more than a hundred years. If it weren't for the amazingly talented disciples in the sect, or if there was some kind of support, we wouldn't be here today. If only this disciple's cultivation was among the interception team,
It's just the highest, your mysterious talisman is enough to kill everything in front of you in an instant, I'm just worried that there will be more powerful opponents behind!" Chu Zhenting also had a solemn look on his face, letting go of his consciousness, and wanted to control the surroundings.
Check the movement carefully.
When Chu Tian heard the conversation between the two, he felt awe-inspiring. If the Thousand Hands Sect was so strong, then even if the Chu family had endured for so many years in Jizhou County, they would probably lose more than they won. One mistake and all the years of forbearance would be wasted.
"Leave that mysterious talisman and I'll let you go!" The white-haired man was obviously a little afraid of the mysterious talisman in Huai Ruogu's hand. He just killed someone in anger just to frighten the other party and did not want to intensify the situation.
"Do you really think you guys can stop us?" Chu Suizhu, who had been silent, sneered and stared at the white-haired man in front of him.
"I know your plan. You want to sacrifice the mysterious talisman to kill us." The white-haired man calmly defeated Chu Suizhu's plan and said: "Without the cultivation of the God Refining Realm, you can't refine the mysterious talisman at all.
The one in your hand is just a pseudo-mystical talisman refined by the Tianyang Sect through special means. With the spiritual power of you Huangfu Realm monks, it is already very good to be able to exert 30% of the power of this mysterious talisman."
"Even if it's 30%, it's enough to kill a few of you bastards!" Huai Ruogu looked gloomy and shouted sternly: "But your Thousand Hands Sect was born in such a high-profile manner, aren't you afraid of repeating the same mistake of exterminating the sect more than a hundred years ago?"
"That's our business, don't worry about it, you old Taoist priest!" The white-haired man looked calm, and the light flashed in his hand, obviously he had lost his patience.
"You are only at the peak of the Yellow Talisman Realm. I don't need any mysterious talisman to kill you. Let me teach you how much your Thousand Hands Sect has grown over the past hundred years!" Chu Zhenting strode forward and drew out his sword-shaped spiritual talisman.
A huge long sword slashed at the white-haired man.
"Stubborn!" The white-haired man's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He gave an order, his fingers flew, and the black puppet in front of him punched the sword.