Chapter 124, The First Appearance of the Corpse Shadow
On Niudou Mountain, Senior Sister Peizhi held a sword in her hand and looked into the distance. A group of female disciples from Baiyun Peak had lost their ethereal fairy spirit in the past and smelled more like human fireworks. Although they did not say anything to complain, Peizhi knew that
They hate themselves more than they hate their master.
Compared to the invisible complaints and alienation of the junior sisters, Peizhi felt extremely aggrieved. She never thought that she would take over the position of the leader of Baiyun Peak. Compared with junior sister Ning'er, she would rather be a silent green leaf, but things went against her wishes. Baiyun
The position of the top of the peak still fell on her head. After Feng Ning'er left, she no longer had anyone to talk to. The grievances she had accumulated gradually turned into tears, but she suppressed them.
When she saw a familiar figure among the three people who had returned from Baiyun Peak, she could no longer hold back her stubbornness, pursed her lips, and cried.
Many days later, Li Dongyang took over as the leader of Baiyun Peak. Many male disciples with superior qualifications were selected, while some relatively mediocre disciples were ruthlessly expelled by Tian Chenzi, including some elderly priests and elders.
Tianchenzi rectified the Xishu Mountains vigorously and resolutely. A group of disciples dared to be angry but dared not speak out. When other mountains knew about this, they felt chills. If the situation went to the extreme, who could stop this thing that happened three hundred years ago?
An old monster at the peak of Taiqing Realm?
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Tianwang Mountain is already in ruins. Who would have thought that the Mountain of War King, which had been glorious for thousands of years, would be shattered with one palm?
In the past, the disciples of the twenty disciples under the Tianwang Mountain were scattered. It was not until recently that the remaining disciples found the backbone. However, they had lost their former arrogance and domineering, and they moved around secretly, hoping to restore the former glory of the Tianwang Sect.
Luck.
Timber Hall is the smallest hall in Tianwang Mountain. The hall owner is named Shan Hongzhai. He is a fifty-year-old cultivator in the early stage of the War King. When Tianwang Mountain was still there, he dominated the city and dominated the people. But now he is submissive.
He shrank up and didn't dare to breathe out.
Ordinary cultivators mostly live in seclusion in the mountains and keep a certain distance from the common people, but the single family mansion is built in the most prominent position of Guazhou City. It is magnificent and has thousands of buildings.
Shan Hongzhai was sitting alone in the study room. He had never looked at the dazzling collection of books, calligraphy and paintings. They were placed here just to show respect to the head of the Tianwang Sect.
He dragged his plump cheeks and fanned himself with one hand, as if to dispel the depression in his heart for many days.
A short, dark and thin disciple walked in and whispered a few words into his ear, his face brightened with a smile.
"Nonsense, how long has this been happening? Why don't you know how to restrain yourself?"
Although Shan Hongzhai scolded him, a strange light appeared in his eyes.
The disciple whispered: "Master, there is no need to panic. I heard that the bone girl has retired, and the disciple did it very secretly this time."
Shan Hongzhai felt lustful, but when he thought of that terrifying golden figure, he still shrank his neck.
The disciple pinched his throat and said again: "Master, if the flowers bloom, they must be cut. Don't wait until there are no flowers... just break the branches! That girl has been sent to the backyard by me. No one knows about it. Master, please don't let me down."
What a wonderful spring!"
There were a few bloodshot eyes in Shan Hongzhai's eyes, and he pretended to say, "I won't do this again," and walked towards the backyard in a hurry.
Pushing open the door, a plump woman was restrained on the sandalwood bed. The woman was half-clothed, and her body twisted to reveal a large expanse of white and graceful curves. Seeing him come in, two lines of clear tears suddenly flowed from her eyes, and she begged for mercy.
Make a whining sound.
Shan Hongzhai's blood suddenly boiled. Unlike the graceful little ladies in the south, northern women rarely had such white skin and beauty. However, he was not in a hurry to take action. A pair of rat eyes kept wandering around the woman's secrets.
Tears welled up in the woman's eyes, and a circle of red bruises broke out from where the hemp rope was tied to her wrists.
Shan Hongzhai closed his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and savored her last resistance.
The disciple outside the door looked at the figure through the window screen, feeling complacent in his heart: This time, labor and capital must have prospered. But as soon as he turned his head, he saw a terrifying scene, his Adam's apple rolled, and the breath of death instantly filled his body.
Just as he was about to scream, his head was cut off with a sword.
The five fingers in the room had touched the snow-white skin, and the woman closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, but the tears of humiliation were still rolling down.
Shan Hongzhai was petrified, and suddenly he felt a terrible breath coming from behind him. His fingers stopped stiffly on the raised area. The touch was no longer soft, but a kind of deathly grayness that he had never felt before.
He turned his head with difficulty, only to see a ferocious-looking zombie standing behind him. The intuition he had practiced for many years told him that he was no match for him.
The zombie's fingers moved slightly, a white light flashed, Shan Hongzhai's head was separated, and a fountain of blood sprayed all over the woman. She realized something was wrong, opened her eyes, and was so frightened by the sight that she fainted.
Click, click, click——
There was a steady drizzle in Shanfu.
In the early morning of the next day, the heads of seventy-eight people in the Shan Mansion and all the disciples in the Timber Hall were found in different places.
No one knows who did it, but the people in Guazhou City rushed to tell each other and celebrated together.
Shan Hongzhai committed many evil deeds, and many people thought they were committed by a certain cultivator in a narrow sense. The only rescued woman who knew the truth returned to her husband's arms and remained silent.
A few days later, another member of the Tianwang Sect was killed using the same technique. Liu Yu, who was in the War King Realm, had no power to fight back and was beheaded with a sword. This time, people felt what was going on.
It's not simple.
Bad news came one after another. In just seven days, the remnants of the Tianwang Sect were wiped out five times in a row. Shi Dui, who was quick-thinking and cunning as a fox, did not even see the shadow of the assassin. There was only one piece of news, which was what the assassin said.
There will be continuous drizzle wherever it passes, and for a while, the remaining halls of Tianwang Sect change their colors when they hear the rain.
The people in the north were still celebrating and cheering at first, but they became frightened when a headless rigor mortis turned to hurt people and was not afraid of swords and guns. Compared with being bullied and oppressed by others, the power of ghosts and gods made people more afraid.
Shi Lian and Shi Dui integrated their old troops and secretly defended themselves to the death. However, accidents continued to happen one after another. Shao Shitang, Yunchu Hall, and Xianghuatang were destroyed one after another. However, this time, someone saw a walking corpse flying in the rain.
.Although it cannot be concluded that it is the murderer, the news has spread within the Tianwang Sect.
In just ten days, half of the Tianwang Sect's living force was killed. Shi Dui and Shi Lian discussed for a long time, and then spread the news that the Corpse King had killed people, and asked for help from various mountains in the Central Plains in disguise.
News came that there is a corpse king in the northern realm, cruel and easy to kill, bloody and terrifying, and hurting innocent people.
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On this day, many refugees came to Xishu Mountain. They kowtowed at Shanmen Mountain and asked for help from the immortals of Xishu Jian Mountain to help them deal with the invasion of evil spirits. However, they were kicked out by the disciples of Xishu Mountain.
The secret room at Chixiao Peak is hidden and heavily guarded. It has always been the place where the leader of Xishu Jianshan retreats.
Tian Chenzi slowly opened his eyes in the white mist, with a solemn expression.
"My teacher, I wanted to help you cultivate your Taoist mind, but I didn't expect you to have already realized another way."
The three of them, Li Dongyang, sat cross-legged across from him. He had been fishing alone in the snow in the Hanjiang River for the past seven or eight years, leisurely and contentedly. He had indeed realized something new, but he didn't know if he would be able to enter the master's eyes.
Sure enough, I just heard Tian Chenzi say: "I am content with the mountains and rivers, and enjoy myself leisurely, Xiaodaoer..."
Regarding Tian Chenzi's judgment, the three of them had doubts and did not dare to speak. The former also saw some doubts in their eyes.
"Why do we cultivate? The immortals in other people's eyes are just smarter mortals."
"Birth, old age, illness, and death are all changes, but in the end they are just a drop in the ocean."
"If you can't live forever, how can you find the great road?"
The three people sitting cross-legged under the stone platform were silent, indicating that they had different views and did not work together.
Tian Chenzi was not surprised by the thoughts of the three people and continued to enlighten: "I am three hundred and ninety-eight years old. If I died at an early age, would I have reached the Great Perfection of Taiqing Realm now?"
The three of them thought about it for a while, and their expressions relaxed a lot.
"I have been traveling as a teacher for three hundred years. Although I have not found the path to immortality, I have found a shortcut. I will teach it to you now, if you wish."
After the three of them sat quietly for a long time, they nodded silently at the same time.
The air in the stone room rippled. Tian Chenzi waved his hand, and three black lines disappeared between the three people's eyebrows.
The black thread entered the body, the spiritual sea was churning, the faces of Yuxing and the three people were distorted, and a heart-wrenching feeling came from the bottom of their hearts.
"Master, this... what is this!"
The three of them kept struggling, and after a while, there was no movement.
Tian Chenzi looked at the unconscious three people quietly, with a proud smile on his face.
"One Half-Step Taiqing Realm and two Shangqing Realm are still barely usable!" This chapter has been completed!