There were gusts of wind, and when you looked up, you saw boundless darkness. The vegetation was stained with fluffy dust, as if it had been burned by fire.
Through the thick dark clouds, you can barely see the dim sun suspended in the sky, indicating that it is not late at night.
Click, click, click...
The sound came suddenly, and it seemed extremely abrupt in the dead silence.
When the clouds were blown away a little, the dark-colored sun finally emerged, causing silvery-white sunlight to shine on the ground.
A carriage loaded with goods drove from far to near, heading into the darkness.
But it is different from ordinary wooden carriages. The carriage that comes is made entirely of flesh and blood, with human skin as the curtain.
It would be more appropriate to call it a "blood car".
The whole body of the blood cart is covered with muscle lines. As the wheels roll like flesh and stone, you can see the muscles are constantly tightening and relaxing.
There are also black hairs growing on the surface of the curtain, and when the breeze subsides, the hairs slowly float up.
There was another strong wind in the mountains, and the curtains exposed the "cargo" inside the blood cart, but it was actually filled with countless broken limbs, and the blood that seeped out was absorbed by the blood cart.
The blood cart was not empty. There was a cart driver sitting cross-legged on the ground outside the curtain.
You can't tell his age from the coachman's appearance, because he doesn't have any human skin on his body.
He just sat naked and bloody on the bloody cart, looking at the reins of the horses in a daze, and giving directions from time to time.
Such a strange scene does not seem to be in the human world, but seems to be in an infinite underworld.
A fly covered with black hair landed on the coachman's shoulder, and the latter began to tirelessly drive away the carrion-eating bugs, muttering impatiently to himself.
It can be seen from this that although the coachman has a strange body, he obviously has no cultivation at all.
The coachman murmured in anger, his words were harsh and unclear, but he couldn't do anything about the fly, so he had to sigh deeply.
His expression was irritated, and he immediately took out a pipe from the car.
The bong was probably made of white bones. The surface was removed very cleanly, and odd patterns were carved on it, and both ends were polished and drilled.
The driver wiped off the dust from the pipe, sprinkled some yellow-brown powder on the end, and then took a few puffs of hot air into the hollow of the pipe.
Sizzle...
A heart-wrenching sound sounded, and a few sparks suddenly appeared in the hole.
Seeing this, the driver quickly filled it with some unknown hay, and white smoke gradually dispersed, causing flies to fly away.
He put the pipe to his mouth and started smoking.
The smoke fell into his lungs, and the warmth spread from his internal organs to his whole body, with a slight tingling sensation, which made him feel relaxed and happy.
When the sparks from the pipe went out, the coachman reluctantly put away the pipe.
As a result, the flies came to destroy him again, flying around his skinned body, trying to lay their eggs in the flesh and blood that was like a hotbed.
The coachman cursed, stood up and looked at the road conditions. The destination was far away.
He placed his palm on the blood cart, and after groaning, blood vessels and meridians stretched out from his body, and then connected to the blood cart.
The driver's flesh and blood flowed like liquid and was immediately absorbed by the blood cart, causing the wheels to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The bloody car gradually sped up, walking through the muddy mountain road as if on flat ground.
Just after passing through the withered woods, a thousand-meter-high wall came into view. The overall color of the wall was dark red, but because of the distance, it was impossible to see the details clearly.
After a while, the blood cart stopped a hundred meters away from the wall.
Only at close range can you feel the oppression brought by the giant. Compared with each other, the blood car is as small as an ant when compared with the wall.
The walls are also made of flesh and blood, but are covered with thick black hair, and faces can be vaguely seen appearing on the surface from time to time.
The driver stopped the blood cart on the spot and immediately retracted his arm.
His flesh and blood absorbed by the wheel returned to his body, but his body was obviously thinner than before, and his expression became tired.
The driver couldn't help but shook his head, and then dumped out the body parts and pieces of meat in the bloody car, with several corpses mixed in.
After he finished all this, he drove the bloody car hurriedly away from the wall.
However, the driver seemed to be consciously sprinkling white powder along the road, and would look back from time to time to confirm the continuity of the powder.
The blood truck disappeared immediately, and the black hair on the wall surface began to squirm again, with bulging bulges slowly extending towards the pile of corpses.
The wind howled like a lonely ghost wailing.
Just when the bulge was about to touch the pile of corpses, a muffled sound suddenly came from not far away.
The protruding object hurriedly retracted into the wall like a frightened bird. The black hair also returned to calmness, and only the buzzing of flies could be heard.
An arm emerged from the soil. Not only was the arm covered with human skin, but its skin color was obviously a healthy wheat color.
Then came another arm, and then even the head came out.
After Ren Qing was freed from the constraints of the soil, he asked the ghost to remove the contaminated soil from his body, and then looked around at the situation.
"What the hell place?"
His expression was a bit shocked. After all, the impact of the wall in front of him was too strong, and he was stunned for a few breaths.
Ren Qing could smell the unique smell of black goat in his nose.
The aura of the devil contained in the air was trying to corrode Ren Qing all-pervasively, but it couldn't even break through the outermost layer of flesh.
Seeing this situation, Ren Qing calmed down. He first used the Disaster Elimination Technique to erase his sense of existence, and then found a Taoist robe to put on.
His forehead squirmed, and five eyeball-shaped dream flowers grew out. While resisting the aura of the demon, they constantly used it to feed himself.
Ren Qing did not expect that the pseudo-dragon's severed arm would arrive at the animal pen by accident, but it did not appear to be in the hinterland.
According to the records of Wuwei Taoist Temple, the beast pen is occupied by the supreme demon.
Tian Daozi should have traveled to the animal pen with Chen Changsheng, and also obtained the animal pen method, which set off the beginning of the destruction of Wuwei Taoism.
Ren Qing didn't panic at all.
He knows a lot about the Supreme Demon. Although the Black Goat may be stronger than the Earth Immortal, his thoughts are very confused.
The Supreme Demon is completely composed of countless monks fused with each other. As long as it continues to exist, its strength will continue to grow.
A bit like the "cluster consciousness" of previous lives.
Most of the actions of the Supreme Demon have a strong purpose, including meddling in Jingzhou, which is mainly to expand its power.
But it just shows that even if Ren Qing encounters the supreme demon, as long as he is careful enough, he will hardly be involved.
After all, I couldn't even make the Supreme Demon take an interest.
But having said that, the animal pen is located in the northeast of Jingzhou. It can indeed take a shortcut back to Xiangxiang to avoid the battlefield of the Three Immortals.
After Ren Qing retreated several hundred meters, he immediately checked the condition of his body.
After the pseudo-dragon turned into a broken arm and accidentally entered the animal pen, even if the surrounding demon's aura was relatively thin, he was afraid of being accidentally corroded by the aura.
But what surprised Ren Qing was that there was no trace of the demonic aura left in his body.
However, the instinct of the pseudo-dragon Broken Arm is to avoid disasters. If he really encounters a danger that he cannot defeat, he will probably run away in the opposite direction.
Ren Qing had some considerations when he separated the severed arm, and deliberately increased the resistance of the pseudo-dragon severed arm to the alien aura. It seems that the effect is indeed good.
The pseudo-dragon-turned-broken arm chose this place because of the extraordinary calmness of the animal pen.
He flexed his muscles and summoned the information flow to check each technique one by one. He couldn't help but secretly marvel at the wonder of the dead's inanimate existence.
Ren Qing's body and soul, including the strange objects, were in the most prosperous state, no different from before he committed suicide, as if it was just a big dream.
Even the human-skin book's adaptation to the external environment is exactly the same.
His lifespan is still just over four thousand years, and he can ascend the ladder to immortality within a few months, trying to obtain the "immortality" method.
No wonder it takes more than ten years to reshape the body. The results are there.
Of course, the inanimate nature of the dead is not without its weaknesses. After all, it requires the help of the remains of the body to be resurrected, and the effectiveness of magical powers is immediately greatly reduced.
If Ren Qing hadn't bestowed the dragon's chant in the box that activates all things, he would have had to fix the severed arm somewhere, and the variables would have been too great.
If you really encounter an existence at the level of immortals and Buddhas, it will not be difficult to trace the remains of Ren Qing.
The dragon chant in the box can at least ensure that the number of broken arms will never be small, and it will also move when encountering danger, which is undoubtedly much safer.
Baa baa baa...
At this time, the cry of a goat came from the wall, and Ren Qing couldn't help but look back.
After the wall failed to detect the breath of the stranger, another protrusion appeared, and it was about to move towards the broken limbs and flesh.
Ren Qing carefully observed the shape of the protrusion, and saw that it had the upper body of a black goat, while the lower body was trapped in the wall, struggling desperately.
【Devil's Nest】
[It is formed by the condensation of supreme demons. The surface lining of the palace is filled with a large amount of flesh and blood and bones, which is used to breed living beings. 】
Driven by the strong desire to eat, the half-length sheep gradually broke away from the devil's nest, and suddenly the sheep's screams started one after another.
As Ren Qing watched, humanoid creatures with the appearance of black goats were born, and then they pounced on the broken limbs and began to feast on them.
Ren Qing picked up the flesh and blood as if there was no one around, and found that it seemed to be mixed with a potion, which could negatively affect the mind of the person who ate it.
After he noticed the traces on the ground, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.
Why do I feel that there are signs of civilization in the animal pen, and it seems to have developed a special set of rules unique to this place.
The black goat quickly ate up the flesh and blood, and indeed became a little confused.
They followed the powder left behind by the bloody truck and walked into the distance along the mountain road.
Ren Qing showed interest. At the moment when his body recovered, the flow of time in the world in his stomach had resumed, and his lifespan was gradually approaching five thousand years.
In more than ten years, the imprisoned corpse has long been restored, but the deformed organs are still a little sluggish and require long-term nourishment and maintenance.
The only pity is that Ren Qing checked the world in the mirror and found that the real body of the Laughing Lion Arhat was missing. It must be that the substitute had an accident.
But I bit off more than I could chew, and the three Heavenly Creatures were enough for the Prison Hall to digest.
Now that Ren Qing has returned to the peak of his strength, he naturally plans to attack the Immortal Ladder as soon as possible, so he must confirm the surrounding situation as soon as possible.
Starting from the civilization of the animal pen is a good choice.