After leaving Xinshui Ranch, Yun Qing walked to Guiling Temple along the road that the crazy old lady had walked. I ran into nomads on the road and stopped to help from time to time. Where there are people, there is chaos, and it is easier to see the hidden secrets in the chaos.
In the past few days, she has had a lot of contact with nomads and even prairie cultivators, and she has a general impression of the Walking Corpse Sect.
Speaking of which, the Walking Corpse Sect is really a sect born and bred on the grassland, it seems to have popped up suddenly a hundred years ago. There are quite a few new sects of this kind starting up almost every day. Ordinary casual cultivators gather a few acquaintances, take some magic weapons at random, and occupy a mountain top is considered the establishment of a sect, so the establishment of this walking corpse sect is not very unusual.
The Zongzong of the Walking Corpse Sect is called the Dafa of Bone Erosion and Corpse Transformation. Speaking of this name, most practitioners will think of the true method of transforming corpses of the Beimang Corpse Demon Sect, and this Walking Corpse Sect has also unceremoniously brought up the magic way The orthodox banner said that his inheritance originally came from the Beimang Corpse Demon Sect.
Naturally, no one will believe these words. There is a world separated from the Orthodoxy of the Demon Dao and the Nanfeng Continent, and there are countless islands in the South China Sea. It has been a long time since they have appeared. How could a branch inheritance suddenly appear within a hundred years? What's more, the true method of transforming corpses of the Beimang Corpse Demon Sect is the orthodox inheritance of Nengcheng Dao. place.
The Sanxiu sect always tries every means to put gold on their faces, not to mention being an orthodox demon, even the ancient gods have been raped countless times. Therefore, most people still flatter the words of the Walking Corpse Sect on the surface, but sneer behind their backs.
Yun Qing has never been in touch with the inheritance of the Beimang Corpse Demon Sect, so it is naturally difficult to judge how much the Walking Corpse Sect is related to it, but she knows that it is impossible to touch the way of heaven with the method of bone erosion and corpse transformation alone. Erosion into corpses, practicing as a living corpse or the dead, gaining strength by devouring living beings. This can be regarded as a set of not very powerful spells at best, and it is absolutely impossible to call it "Tao".
But the person outside the picture standing behind the other party made Yun Qing very concerned.
At this time, she was walking on the road under the moonlight, and the bright moonlight was completely swallowed up by the black flames covering her body. When the true energy of the Great Sun Hei Tianlun is pure, the resulting magic flame will be as black as ink, devouring the soul. The raging flames blended perfectly in the darkness, hiding her fast-moving figure.
Anyway, she's used to being sleepless, so she usually collects news from herdsmen and casual cultivators during the day, and rushes late at night when the cloudy energy is at its peak.
In the early spring of the grassland, the snow melts, the frost and dew are deep and cold, and the breath forms crystals. Yun Qing's scarlet monk robe was wrapped in black magic flames, and it curved sharply in the wind.
It seems that tonight is not as calm as in the past.
There was a small digging sound not far away. This land is already close to the foot of the Daxue Mountain, and there is still frozen ground under the snow, this small voice is crisp and muffled.
A black shadow like a thin bamboo pole was trying to pry the soil with a shovel, but it was freezing cold, and before the shovel was pulled out, it was frozen together with the ice and snow.
The digger wiped off his sweat and poured some hot water from a large water bag on his body. When the ice and snow on the surface were almost melted, he shoveled a few more times. After lingering for most of the night, the diggers dug a shallow hole.
He looked into the shallow pit, his eyes sparkling.
"Hey, Orion, who just died of freezing today, has a very strong body. In such a cold day, the corpse can still be used after being dug up." When he saw the corpse buried in snow inside, he was full of energy, and his movements became more and more intense. The faster it went, the more undisguised the voice became.
Not long after, the body was carried out by him. In the middle of the night, this person felt no fear when he was next to a cold corpse, but was extremely excited.
He carefully arranged Orion's body, let him stretch out his limbs, and lay flat on the snow.
"My corpse-seeker finally worked once again, hehe, this time I will put on this body and go back, let's see who dares to contradict me!" He smiled and took out a small jar from his arms, he unscrewed the lid, Pry open the mouth of the Orion's corpse, and then stuff the whole jar inside.
Then he took all the clothes off Orion's body, made cuts on his ten fingertips one by one, and scribbled on the corpse with blood.
Yun Qing's mind is not restricted by the darkness of the night, so she can clearly see the characters scribbled on the corpse. After reading it back and forth several times, she couldn't help frowning.
The skinny bamboo pole bled so pale that his face was extremely pale, but the joy in his expression grew stronger, and he was only one step away from pouring his soul into this new body.
Just when he was concentrating on it and was about to leave his body, the heavy night in front of him suddenly cracked, and a scarlet color appeared in the dark night.
Yun Qing waved away the magic flames all over her body, and stood in front of the thin bamboo pole.
"Where did the things you wrote on the body come from?" Yun Qing asked with a frown, her face a little gloomy.
Where did the thin bamboo pole expect to dig up the corpse for a long time, but there was still someone watching it all the time? He was frightened out of his wits and pointed at Yun Qing tremblingly, unable to say a word for a long time.
"Let me ask you, where did the words you wrote come from?" Yun Qing's tone was slightly harsh, and the thin bamboo pole woke up with a jerk.
"Word, word...?" He was confused.
"It's what you wrote on the corpse." Yun Qing didn't expect that this guy didn't even know what he wrote himself.
"Ah, ah? I, I don't know what that word is?" Shouzhugan stammered, apparently frightened by her.
Not only did he not know what the characters were, but it seemed that he didn't even know that those extremely complicated strokes were actually characters.
"Just tell me where you learned it from." Yun Qing looked at his deathly black face, and tried to soften his tone.
"This is the great method of bone erosion and corpse transformation taught by my teacher..." Thin bamboo pole replied honestly, and then covered his mouth in frustration, "Oh my god! Listen to my explanation, monk, I and those Evil ways are definitely not all the way, I..."
His words stopped abruptly, and a huge shadow shrouded behind him, and Amon cut off his neck as soon as he stretched out his hand.
The thin bamboo pole fell limply on the ground, blood was still flowing from the tips of his fingers, his throat was pierced by the cervical spine, his whole body was like a punctured cloth bag, thick blood red came from his body Continuously seeping into the vast snow.
Yun Qing stretched out his finger, and a black flame burst out, turning the bodies of these two people into ashes in the blink of an eye. Amang stood beside her with a smirk, his face was still stained with the blood that had just spattered.
"Clean it up." Yun Qing handed him the square inch lamp. Then he leaned over and stretched his hands into the pile of hot ashes, and the heavenly script began to rotate bit by bit. The miraculous fluctuation penetrated through the two ashes, penetrated through the snow here, and extended to the foot of Daxue Mountain.
Yun Qing stood up, and then used a few small tricks to blow the ashes in all directions. Once the wind blew, there was no trace left.
When she raised her head, she realized that Aman had been playing with the glass cup for a long time but couldn't get it right, so she had to do another trick to help him clean it.
"Let's go." Yun Qing said to Aman lightly, and the magic flames all over her body rose up, wrapping her in it.
Amang let out a low howl, and quickly followed her. Every step brought up mud and snow, and there was a lot of movement. Yun Qing disguised herself well, but she was exposed as soon as she followed up with this big stupid man. She glanced at Aman, and somewhat helplessly dispersed the black flames on her body.
Even if he is not mentally active, Yun Qing still hopes that he can learn some common sense, even if it is the most rigid and puppet-like imitation. However, no matter how many times I teach you to "walk in a low voice" and "wash your hands when you kill someone", Yun Qing always feels that she has some flaws in her ability to express herself. On weekdays, she took A'mang like a giant baby, and she had to do everything herself.
But if it is true that one day Aman can learn everything overnight, then it will be called trouble.
Yun Qing followed Tianshu's subtle induction and walked over until she found a few people who were as skinny as the body digger at the foot of the snowy mountain.
Like the man just now, they were weak, with a rancid smell, and they didn't seem to be alive. These guys are probably dead people who have changed their bodies several times, and they must also be members of the Walking Dead Sect.
Yun Qing took Aman into the square inch cup, and the formulas in his hands changed, and his heart was clear.
As her gestures became more and more complicated, a white mist gradually appeared in the night. Several disciples of the Walking Corpse Sect found themselves walking in the sea of clouds without knowing it. Listen carefully, there are still sounds of people, animals, carriages and horses. They walked along what they saw in their hearts, their eyes gradually becoming dull.
Above this sea of clouds, a gigantic jellyfish mirage is entrenched, puffing out clouds and turning them into towers.
A mirage, a dream into the heavenly palace.
Two years ago, Yunqing's mirage technique could only be used on one person, but now it can condense the shadow of a mirage.
Yun Qing has collected so much information along the way, she thought it would be useful, after all, the more she knows, the more she can calculate. But the secrets on the two corpses just now were still obscure, and she could only barely chase them to the foot of the snow-capped mountain.
It was also her luck that she bumped into two disciples of the Walking Corpse Sect right away, and this time she didn't intend to spend all her effort to figure out the secret, and just dragged those people into the illusion with a mirage. Although this illusion was created by Jiao Mirage, it was constructed by using the mental barriers of the disciples of the Walking Corpse Sect. As long as something related to the Walking Corpse Sect flashes in their minds, Yun Qing can take this opportunity to guide them, Let them take themselves to the Walking Dead.
Sure enough, one of the disciples looked at the fairy in palace costume far away, and said in a low voice, "It's much more beautiful than Elder Sister..."
Suddenly his expression changed, and a charming and glamorous elder sister appeared in front of him.
"What are you talking about?" the elder sister scolded.
The disciple turned pale with shock, and apologized again and again: "I was wrong, I was wrong! Sister, I didn't mean that! I mean you are the most beautiful! No one looks better than you..."
The elder sister poked him on the forehead, then covered her mouth and ran away with a smile: "If you apologize sincerely, come to my room and say it..."
The disciple laughed idiotically, followed her footsteps and ran away.
Seeing that the man started to leave in a daze, Yun Qing got Aman out and beckoned, "Come on."
Amang came over with his ears.
"Stay here to respond, don't go anywhere, get rid of people like him when you see him." Yun Qing pointed to the disciple who stayed where he was.
Seeing Amang walking towards the remaining disciple, she also turned around and chased after the other one.
There might be something dangerous in this walking corpse, and she couldn't let Amon get trapped in it with her.
One life, two lives, as long as Amang lives, she cannot die.