Footsteps came from the depths of the corpse mirror, accompanied by heavy breathing.
The figure's walking posture was extremely twisted, as if the joints were forcibly fixed, and it exuded a pungent rotten smell.
Countless scavenging insects flew around and eagerly poured into the corpse mirror.
However, before the scavenging insects even got close, they began to crackle continuously, and then fell into pieces on the ground, leaving only smelly ashes.
When the figure left the corpse mirror, it was accompanied by extremely strong corpse aura, and even the white bones could not withstand the corrosion of the corpse aura.
Ren Qing immediately noticed something strange in the corpse mirror.
He did not expect that after the avatar died, the real body would come out of the corpse mirror instead of the other exits scattered throughout the dead zone.
It can be seen that at least in the past two hundred years, no monk has left the mirror world, or in other words, no substitute has died unexpectedly?
Ren Qing frowned, something seemed wrong with the clone's state.
Although the fungus soul can still control the clone's actions, the body suddenly develops intelligence and absorbs the surrounding Yin energy.
Is it like practicing corpse refining?
Just as Ren Qing was about to separate the fungus soul from his body, he noticed that many forces had been alarmed by the strange appearance of the corpse mirror.
Even though nothing has happened for more than two hundred years, they are still always vigilant about the corpse mirror.
More than a dozen Yang Shen realms had frightened expressions on their faces, hovering in mid-air with magical weapons, staring intently at the entrance and exit of the corpse mirror in the distance.
The clones came outside the corpse mirror, and the various forces couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this.
The clone was originally almost indistinguishable except for the unobvious pseudo-dragon features, but now it looks like it is made of flesh and blood.
Its body grew to over two meters in length, with traces of rot all over its body, and pus seeped out of its pores every time it took a step.
But no matter how weird it is, Yangshen Realm doesn't care about Zi Zhi at all. After all, zombies come to the Corpse Mirror every once in a while.
They talked among themselves, and most of the topics involved the giant corpse Buddha.
Ren Qing was not in a hurry to collect the fungus soul, and still maintained the dragon's chant in the box.
On the one hand, he wanted to use this to understand the changes in the clone, so as to find out what the *** had arranged in the mirror world.
On the other hand, Ren Qing planned to give Master Taihan a chance to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side.
He glanced vaguely in the direction of the town, and with a slight thought in his mind, Menghua quietly walked towards Master Taihan.
Ren Qing immediately signaled the ghost figure hiding next to the corpse mirror to go check on the clone's condition.
The various forces are treating it seriously, but they are wary of the giant corpse Buddha in the distance. They even suspect that the zombies are Ren Qing's plan.
The layman who shed the shell asked softly: "Taihan, was it the corpse exorcist who did it?"
The Yangshen Realm didn't know Ren Qing's name, so he called him "the corpse chaser", which shows that he was deeply afraid of him.
"Probably not."
Master Taihan responded with a complicated expression, if he really was a blessing deity, how could he use such an ordinary method.
"Yes, it's really ridiculous to test us with a purple zombie..."
Before the layman who escaped from the shell finished speaking, he saw the clone let out several roars one after another, and then stood on the spot with a twisted posture.
The clone's flesh and blood began to expand uncontrollably, and the corpse energy became more intense.
The ghost took the opportunity to get close to the clone, and when it came into contact with the latter, the flow of information surged.
【Purple stiffness】
[Year: Thirteenth]
[Shou Yuan: None]
[Skill: Corpse Bone Method (Purple Zombie)]
[Created by ***, cultivation requires immersing corpses in special corpse water for three days until the Yin Qi erodes the bones of the whole body. Only if the bones are still intact can the cultivation be completed. 】
Ren Qing raised his eyebrows. The clone did turn into a zombie as expected, but why is it the corpse method and not the corpse refining method? Is the corpse method the most perfect method of corpse refining?
He simply let the ghost figure get into the clone's body and look for clues from the bones.
Ren Qing soon noticed that the clone's bones turned out to be purple-red and contained a light amount of Yin energy. The corpse bone method and the corpse refining method were completely different in nature.
How should I put it, the two techniques are as if they were originally part of one technique...
Ren Qing doesn't know why, but it seems that the emperor is consciously dividing the Sutra of the Dead, which just confirms the fact that the Sutra of the Dead is a way to ascend to immortality.
He wanted to understand the content of the corpse method, so he ordered the fungus soul to help the clone absorb the yin energy, making the latter transform faster.
After the clone had taken only a few steps, Zi Zhan's body had already been upgraded to White Zombie, with pus gushing out from the swollen flesh and blood, making a sizzling sound.
And there are sharp bone spurs coming out of the joints, which is completely different from ordinary white stiffness.
The Yang Divine Realm also discovered the weirdness of the clones, but they still did not take action against each other, maintaining a tacit understanding invisibly.
They have been deceiving each other for hundreds of years, and any flaw will attract the prying eyes of others. Any monk who can survive to this day is not a human being.
"Roar!!!"
The clone roared angrily and then rushed towards the town.
In just a few minutes, white zombies have begun to transform into green zombies, and the zombie aura they emit causes the death and injury of all insects within a kilometer nearby.
Bone spurs grow crazily on its ribs and spine, forming a thick armor that wraps its body. It doesn't look like a zombie at all.
The people in the Yangshen Realm looked at the shelling layman with schadenfreude. The target of the zombies was the latter's territory.
At this time, the old monk Zong Qing clasped his hands together and couldn't help but murmured: "The Laughing Lion Arhat is here, the Immortal Sect is really unknown."
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
The old monk Zong Qing was not as timid as the other forces, and the lion-headed monks under his command surrounded the zombies from all directions.
Zombies ran rampant, and several hills of bones were reduced to pieces. As the strong wind blew, the bone powder dyed the surrounding area pale.
It instinctively wants to devour the flesh and blood of living beings. When it sees a lion-headed monk coming towards it, it moves its legs to attack him.
Dozens of lion-headed monks sat cross-legged, and the Buddha's aura seeped out from their pores, forming a bronze mist that lingered in the air.
Although their spiritual wisdom is not obvious, their use of Buddhist energy is extremely clever.
The Buddha's aura then condensed into substance, turning into a golden lion about ten meters high and fighting with the zombie, beckoning towards the latter's neck.
Even if he is beaten to pieces by a zombie, the lion-headed monk only wants his head.
Only then did all the forces react.
Zong Qing obviously wants to obtain the soul of the zombie, so as to understand the situation in the Immortal Sect, which may actually involve becoming an immortal.
"What a bald ass."
The half-human, half-mouse Yang Shen realm monk couldn't help but sneered, and then asked his few monks to surround the zombies.
There was a squirming movement in the ground, and a half-meter-tall field mouse quickly dug its burrow.
The rest of the Yangshen realm no longer held back, and all signaled their men to go to the zombies, hoping to take advantage of the chaos to seize the souls of the zombies.
From time to time, their eyes would look at the giant corpse Buddha.
If it weren't for Ren Qing's presence, they might have lost their patience and stepped forward to fight for the unexpected opportunity.
Only Master Taihan was slightly hesitant. Although he was not stingy with his subordinates, the number of insect men he sent was far less than that of Zong Qing.
Master Taihan was not uninterested in the Immortal Sect, but he wanted to leave the Land of the Dead.
He knew that the Insect Hive would not come to support him in a hundred years, and that under the influence of the Dead Man's Land, his body had been eroded by Yin Qi.
If you cannot rely on the Immortal of Fortune to leave the Land of the Dead, you will never have a chance again.
Master Taihan thought that he would stay in the land of the dead forever, until his flesh and blood withered, and eventually his intelligence degenerated into that of an insect beast.
The fear in his heart became more and more intense, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble.
Suddenly, Ren Qing's whisper sounded in Master Taihan's ears, and his expression suddenly became uncertain, obviously worried.
When he hesitated, the battle situation did not show a one-sided trend as predicted by the Yangshen Realm. Instead, the clone had an absolute advantage.
The rotting flesh of the zombies gradually healed and began to show a faint green color, obviously it had reached green stiffness unknowingly.
The bones under the ribs of both arms grew rapidly, forming a bone wing.
There was a strange color in Ren Qing's eyes. Under the influence of ghost shadows and fungus souls, the Corpse Bone Technique seemed to be completely presented in front of him.
Without any hesitation, he continued to control the fungus soul to help the zombies absorb the yin energy.
But after all, the clone is just a flesh-and-blood magic weapon transformed from the dragon's roar in the box. Under the stimulation of Yin Qi, it is already on the verge of collapse.
After Master Taihan hesitated for a moment, he moved towards the clone with his sword.
The rest of the Yangshen Realm followed suit, not wanting to let Master Taihan take the lead.
But before they could get closer, they saw green corpse gas coming out of the clone's mouth, and its teeth turned into ancient needles and penetrated Taihan's body.
Master Taihan let out a cry of pain, and the corpse poison spread to his flesh and bones.
The right arm of the clone disintegrated, and the bones formed a chain to pull Master Taihan into the corpse air, and the screams suddenly stopped.
The Yang God Realm was stunned for a few breaths. After realizing that there was no trace of Taihan, it was too late for the layman to try to rescue him.
The rat monk screamed and said: "Lead it to the corpse chaser..."
Before he finished speaking, the top of his head was once again covered by a huge shadow.
The giant corpse Buddha raised its right foot, its skin showing the roughness of elephant skin, and smacked the rat monk as hard as a battering ram.
boom!!!
The rat monk and his clones turned into minced meat.
Blood, flesh, and bone residues spattered away, and every Yang Shen realm's face was stained a little, and their eyes were filled with the joy of escaping from death.
Faced with the power of the giant corpse Buddha, how could they dare to do it again?
No one even dared to take over the territory vacated by Master Taihan, after all, the giant corpse Buddha, the god of plague, was right next door.
Ren Qing stopped moving, and the ghost shadow took the fungus soul and Taihan Master into the giant corpse Buddha.
He is not worried at all about Taihan's rebellion. Menghua can see into the mood and exert subtle influence.
After Taihan Zhenren joins the Jailer Hall, he will inevitably come into contact with the Jailer Law, and it is definitely unrealistic to want to leave.
Without the resources provided by the Jailer Hall, it would be difficult to make progress in practicing martial arts, and it would be accompanied by all kinds of troubles of death and destruction.
Ren Qing left Master Taihan to Li Tiangang, and then went to retreat.
There weren't many pictures in Bunghun's memory, but just by looking at them at first glance, the amount of information made his scalp tingle and a chill run down his spine.
The restricted area for the dead is more complicated than imagined, and it may involve the presence of many earthly immortals.
