Chapter 397: Corpse Packed in Mountains and Rivers
Chapter 397 Dead bodies clogging mountains and rivers
The Cizhao people returned to the Qing capital. The destruction of the Wen Mansion was the most far-reaching event in the Yuling Continent for more than two thousand years. It was a gluttonous feast for the people of the Baiyang Sect.
But there is only one last step left to enjoy the fruits of victory, and that is the fog that isolates everyone.
Wei Changli is dead, but the fog still hasn't dissipated.
Cizhaoren personally took action and finally dispersed all the fog with the white sun in his palm.
Qingdu is a majestic city with a population of over ten million, but after the fog dissipated, an empty city was left behind!
"Where are the people?"
"Where are the people?" Ci Zhaoren asked angrily.
At the last moment when the fog dissipated, nine out of ten people in Qingdu had left, and in the end only a group of old and weak people with limited mobility were left, which made Cizhao Ren's blood surge.
"What a heavy fog hanging over the river, what a thick fog hanging over the river!"
Cizhao Ren suppressed his anger, and the Baiyang Sect's people had already begun to clean up the battlefield.
Qingdu is one of the places with the most powerful people in Yuling Continent. Although these people are dead, their bodies are still a huge treasure.
Gu Po is already eager to give it a try. There are several Ninth Level Wangxian in the Wen Mansion, especially Wei Changli!
Gu Po was extremely excited. She had seen with her own eyes Wei Changli's despairing power. If Gu could really use Gu to control his body, she would be able to massacre an entire palace by herself.
Hong Dangu is also very ambitious. He joined the Baiyang Sect in order to collect the flesh and blood of more powerful people to complete his method of refining the blood elixir. Wen Mansion may be the place where he completed this vicious technique.
But soon, Gu Po and Hong Dangu returned with angry faces.
"What's going on? Is everything done?" Cizhaoren asked.
"Those people who were at the ninth level of Wangxian died, but they didn't even leave their bodies. Damn Wei Changli led them to use the spirit-burning technique, and they didn't even leave their bodies." Hong Dangu was not angry.
"For this day, Master Dao did not hesitate to fight the old painter of the Wen Mansion. He never expected to end up in such a situation. Your evil magic of refining the blood alchemy cauldron will not work."
Monk Faqing looked at Hong Dangu's joke and couldn't help but mocked.
"Evil magic? When it comes to evil, I'm far worse than you. As a monk, I don't have the talent for enlightenment, so I can only choose to follow the path of the Bodhisattva of Killing Living Things, killing people to improve my cultivation and realize the status of the Ten-Pillar Bodhisattva.
There are millions of monks in the world, and you are the only one who dares to take this bloody road." Hong Dangu counterattacked mercilessly.
"What's the point of bickering? The Great Spiritual Officer is not here, why don't you guys have a fight?"
Yu Hualong, one of the Four Spiritual Officials, was standing beside the fire. He cultivated the Path of the God of Plague. It made no difference to him whether he was living or dead. He could cultivate the plague energy.
It's not a secret that the two don't deal with each other, but they don't really take action either.
It was a pity for those who were at the ninth level of Wangxian, but there were still a few corpses of old scribes from the Qing capital who were at the eighth level, so it was not a wasted trip.
Ci Zhaoren frowned on the side, a little worried about Boss Qing's strength. Although the two are allies now, they might fall out completely one day.
"Spirit Burning Technique? Boss Qing's strength is more terrifying than I imagined..."
This was a method of turmoil that the Wen Mansion learned during the Jiazi years. Cizhaoren was a little wary of being able to force the entire Qingdu scribes to do this. He asked himself that he did not have such ability.
"Others' bodies may have been destroyed by the Spirit Burning Technique, but Wei Changli's body will never be burned. You must find his body inch by inch."
As long as Wei Changli's body can be found, all losses can be made up for.
"My Gu has already searched for any place with traces of battle at least twice, but no body of Wei Changli was found," said Gu.
"Look again, and the rest will drive the remaining people from Qingdu out of the city."
Nine out of ten people in the Qing capital were sent away, but there were still hundreds of thousands of people left, most of whom were elderly.
These people were dragged and driven by the Baiyang Sect to the Haoshui River outside Qingdu City. Cizhao Ren personally killed him. If these people can be made to believe in the Baiyang Sect, his strength will be greatly improved.
"If you convert to the Baiyang Sect and worship the Baiyang God, then everyone will be safe and well. If not, no one will be left alive!"
Cizhaoren's voice spread to every corner, but no one responded. Seeing this, Cizhaoren gave the attacker a look.
The crazy followers of the Baiyang Sect each drew out their knives, with cruel smiles on their faces, and prepared to start a massacre.
This group of people who had lived in Qingdu for a lifetime had never seen such a battle. One woman could not bear the pressure and sobbed softly.
Under the high pressure, the first person finally raised his hand tremblingly, which made Cizhao Ren reveal a smile on his face.
When everyone is in a tense state, as long as there is a hole, an avalanche will occur.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the man raised his hand, a white-haired old man walked out of the crowd with a cane, raised the cane in his hand and hit him on the head.
"I'll beat you to death, you're a shameless person at your age..."
Cizhao Ren took a look at the old man. Although he was not an enlightened person, the poison stick and jade in his hand obviously had some status in the Qing capital.
"Who are you?" Cizhao asked,
"I am Qiu Xiaobo, the third-oldest and fifth-ranking official in Qingdu!"
"Qiu Xiaobo, if you believe in Baiyang God, I can grant you a hundred years of life and let you manage all Yunzhou believers."
The old man pondered for a while, and then spat a mouthful of phlegm in the direction of Ci Zhaoren.
"Monster, a bunch of demons. You kill me, Master Wei, destroy my Wen Mansion, and you want to change my Qingdu faith? What a dream!
I was educated in literature all my life in Qingdu, and this will remain the same in life and death." The old man said as he hit the ground hard with his cane.
"Are you sure that none of you are afraid of death?" Cizhaoren smiled. He had never seen anyone in the world who was not afraid of death, let alone a group of ordinary people who were not even enlightened.
"Master Wei is going to send us to other places in Yuling Continent. Old man, I will let the women and children go first.
We are all very old, so we are definitely afraid of death, but what we are more afraid of is dying in a foreign land and not being able to return to our roots, so we chose to stay.”
"When it comes to bickering, even those Confucian scholars are no match for you scholars. There is only one thing I know how to do, and that is to use my life to see how tough your mouth is." Ci Zhaoren sneered disdainfully.
"You don't need to do anything, the old man will do it himself."
Cizhaoren said "Hello", then pointed a finger, and a knife flew in front of Qiu Xiaobo.
The Baiyang Sect feeds on the evil thoughts of human nature. The more followers it has, the stronger its divine power will be.
He was hiding in XZ in the deep Shandong Province to develop the cult, and it took hundreds of years to reach its current scale.
The hundreds of thousands of people in front of you are just a piece of fat fish. You only need to pick out the spines and you can enjoy it.
Unexpectedly, Qiu Xiaobo glanced sideways and kicked the knife aside.
"It's very disgraceful to have an ax and ax attached to your body. Today I'm going to let you see the character of our people in Qingdu."
Qiu Xiaobo was leaning on a cane in front of him. Behind him, a large group of gray-haired old people from Qingdu who were reluctant to leave followed closely after the disaster. The group of people walked step by step towards the Haoshui River next to it.
"Haoshuichuan is the mother river of Qingdu. We all grew up drinking the water from the river. Of course we will return to the embrace of Haoshuichuan after we die. It's just a pain for those children who are living outside."
Qiu Xiaobo sighed, without the protection of the Wenfu, he would naturally be homeless and living under the shelter of others.
"No matter how far they go, the children of Qingdu will always come back." Another elderly man said.
"When our children and grandchildren return in the future, they will break flowers and branches and pour them into the flowing water to pay homage to this beautiful river. We have left behind an elegant deed."
Qiu Xiaobo threw away the crutch in his hand, opened his arms, and jumped into the sparkling water.
With Qiu Xiaobo, countless others followed closely behind.
Seeing that these people were arranging their clothes and greeting each other before dying, as if they were doing a solemn and grand event, Cizhao Ren's face became gloomy and his spiritual power instantly enveloped him and he ordered everyone not to move a step.
"Do you really rather die than believe in Baiyang God?"
"The people of the Qing Dynasty have been adhering to culture and education, and would rather die than change."
Having Qiu Xiaobo inspires countless heroic spirits.
"Then don't even think about dying."
The Qing capital city, which had been soaked in the fragrance of flowers, ink and powder for two thousand years, was choked with corpses on this day...