After Luan Tang, the holy son of the Corpse Refining Sect, finished speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes to meditate.
The three-meter-high flag banner was stuck behind him. It was all black, with a black pole and a black flag. When it floated in the wind, it seemed like a human face was moving on the flag, and the wind howled, and there were sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
"Brother Lin, this mountain... is not easy to climb!"
Chen Yule's eyes were focused. He was fearless, and for the first time he felt timid after seeing the mountain of coffins.
But Lin Bai's mind was not here at all. Instead, he looked at the surrounding mountains. Shura Dharma Eyes remained open, as if he was looking for something.
"Master Langhou, are you looking for me?" Chu Tinghan noticed Lin Bai's behavior and asked curiously.
"Where could she be hiding?"
"She must be in the mountains."
Lin Bai murmured a few words, and then said to everyone: "Everyone, please be careful. The Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect, Luan Tang, sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain is very likely a corpse puppet. The real Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect is probably
Hidden somewhere else.”
"What?" Yi Song was stunned.
Lin Bai frowned and shook his head, "I can't explain a sentence or two clearly, and even if I say it, it's outrageous. I'm afraid you won't believe it!"
"But you just need to be careful of the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect on the top of the mountain."
This matter is indeed difficult to explain clearly.
No one would believe that Luan Tang, the holy son of the Corpse Refining Sect who is like a living person and represents the Corpse Refining Sect in the world, is actually a corpse puppet, and the real Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect has never shown up.
This is quite bizarre to say the least.
So far, even Lin Bai himself is not sure whether this idea is true.
Yi Song looked at the coffins on the mountain, "With so many coffins, has the Corpse Refining Sect transported all the corpse demons and corpse demons in the sect?"
"So outrageous?"
"If you look around, there are tens of thousands of coffins on this mountain."
Huang Qingyun said: "There are tens of thousands of coffins, not necessarily every coffin contains a corpse demon, it may also be a very common corpse demon."
"Everyone, please be careful. Whether they are corpse puppets or corpse demons, they are extremely greedy for the essence of living people."
"Especially the spirit of a warrior, for them, it is a fatal temptation for the owner."
Yi Song also said: "There is a high probability that Luan Tang, the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect, will not watch the corpse demon absorb too much essence, because the spirit of essence and energy is the key to the birth of the corpse demon and the corpse demon's intelligence."
Everyone stood in front of the mountain and took no action.
Chu Tinghan then ordered: "The scout camp went to explore the road."
After listening to the order, the scouts in the Xuanwu Camp of Prince Liang's Mansion slowly disappeared among the crowd and slowly began to explore towards the mountain.
Lin Bai opened his Shura Dharma Eyes and happened to see a hidden Xuanwu Camp scout slowly approaching the mountain. He first searched for a way forward, passed several magic circles, and came to a coffin.
He first carefully observed the runes and seals on the coffin, and then took out a sword to pry open the coffin lid.
He easily pried open the coffin lid, and a plume of black smoke billowed out from the inside. He was so frightened that he hurriedly backed away for several steps.
"Roar!"
A strange roaring sound came, and in the coffin with the lid pried open, a corpse wearing tattered gray clothes sat up. The gray robe on his body was in tatters, his body was thin and bloodless, and his facial flesh was severely rotten.
After he sat up from the coffin, he stretched out his hands and attacked the scout next to him.
His fingers were shriveled, but as hard as steel, and the black nails about half a foot long were like sharp swords, containing violent corpse poison.
The Xuanwu Camp scouts hurriedly looked horrified, and hurriedly stepped back. At the same time, they took out their swords and slashed the corpse puppet's arm. However, the corpse puppet's arm was not chopped into pieces. There was only a sound of steel clashing.
The Xuanwu Camp scout shrank his eyes and hurriedly retreated, leaving the area.
The corpse puppet made from the coffin did not return to the coffin. Instead, it walked out of the coffin. A pair of green glasses looked fiercely in the direction of Lin Bai and Xuanwu Camp.
As dozens of warriors from the scout battalion moved towards the mountainside, more and more coffins were untouched and opened on their own initiative. Corpses walked out of them one after another, looking coldly at Lin Bai and others.
.
More and more corpse puppets came to life on the mountainside. The scout battalion looked for a way out, but to no avail. The way forward was blocked by corpse puppets. They could only come back temporarily and report the information to Chu Tinghan.
In fact, they didn't need to say much. Lin Bai, Chen Yule and others had been paying close attention to their actions just now, and they knew almost everything about the situation in the mountains.
"This magic circle looks very simple. All you need to do is kill it." Chen Yule drew out the Dragon Gate Sword and said coldly.
"Yes, there is only one way, kill directly!" Yi Song also saw the mystery of this magic circle.
"I'm afraid it's not that simple!" Lin Bai shook his head. This Yinshan Formation is definitely not that simple. It's just that you can go straight to the top of the mountain by killing it. There must be other mysteries in it.
"No matter what, it's best for everyone to be careful!" Lin Bai said gloomily.
Chu Tinghan combined the news he just learned and said: "Although these corpse puppets have not reached the level of corpse demons, there are people behind them, so we can't lure them away. We can only fight them head-on!"
"Master Langhou, get ready, let's start taking action!"
After Lin Bai and Chu Tinghan discussed the news together, they found that there was almost no other way out.
Although these corpse puppets have no intelligence, they are controlled by the Holy Son of the Corpse Refining Sect behind them. Lin Bai and others cannot send out a few baits to lure these corpse puppets away!
In other words, besides fighting head-on, there is almost no other way!
"Okay, get ready, let's start!"
Seeing that there was no other way out, Lin Bai could only make a desperate move, "Brother Chen, Yi Song, Miss Huang, if the war starts later, the four of us don't have to deal with the corpse puppets anymore. We can rush to the top of the mountain when we have the chance. We just need to destroy the flag."
, you can break this magic circle!"
"As for the corpse puppet, leave it to the two monarchs and the warriors from the Xuanwu Camp to handle it."
"Princess Princess, you don't have to fight to the death with the corpse puppets, you just need to create an opportunity for us to go to the top of the mountain."
The plan formulated by Lin Bai was very simple. There were many coffins in the mountains here. If they fought hard in the mountains, tens of thousands of corpses would be enough for Lin Bai and others to drink.
So Lin Bai decided that Chu Tinghan would lead the Xuanwu Camp to create opportunities for Lin Bai and others to go to the top of the mountain. Lin Bai, Chen Yule, Yi Song, and Huang Qingyun would seize the opportunity to quickly climb to the top and destroy the formation flag.
Break the magic circle!
This may save time and reduce casualties.
Lin Bai's plan was approved by everyone, and everyone went to prepare. After a while, everyone started walking towards the Yinshan Formation.