How many years have you been in Yashan
Since waking up from a lonely tomb in the wilderness on an isolated island on earth, Jianchou has had an inextricable connection with Yashan.
From an ordinary person to the eldest senior sister of Yashan.
I still remember the first time I heard the word "Yashan" from Fudaoshanren; I still remember the surprised looks when I first mentioned to others that I was a disciple of Yashan; I also remember the shock I felt when I first stepped on Fudaoshanren's swordless body and crossed half of the Nineteen Continents to see Yashan from afar...
Of course, I also remember Qian Xiu’s tomb.
At that time, she did not understand what the graves overgrown with weeds on the riverbank outside the mountain meant. She was only left with a deep impression.
After all, how could there be such a strange sect in the world
The Yashan Cableway crosses a tributary of the Jiutou River. The entire area is the front mountain of Yashan, which is the direction facing the famous Lanyue Palace of Yashan.
Such a famous sect has thousands of tombs standing in front of the mountain gate!
Countless times when she took the Yashan cableway or stood on the top of Huanshao Mountain and looked down, all she saw were those silent tombs. She never thought that there would be such a day: in this extreme ghost world that is very different from Yashan, she would see with her own eyes those heroic souls of thousands of cultivators who should have been sleeping in the tombs!
When the man dies, the sword returns!
But these thousands of dead souls are permanently imprisoned in this strange foreign land, and they cannot rest in peace even in death!
Following the ghost cultivator in front of him, Jianchou walked step by step towards the huge charity cemetery on the river bank that was shrouded in miasma.
There was a pile of dark red soil on the ground, but it left no trace when stepped on.
The Yellow Springs flowed by, and the sound of the water was very similar to that of the Jiutou River tributary flowing through Yashan.
The closer you are, the clearer you can see.
The charity cemetery made of piles of bones looked very much like the tragic scene of the Eighteen Levels of Hell depicted in the murals, and it seemed particularly eerie because of the miasma surrounding it.
Of the thousands of dark red blood coffins, ninety percent were behind the village, and one tenth were inside the village.
The blood coffins are all covered, but at first glance, it seems that they are not made of any real material, but instead give people a sense of illusory flow.
The color is very much like the dark red Yellow Spring water!
It is clearly the water from the Yellow Spring that is used as the coffin, and the miasma from Yi Zhuang that is used as the cage!
There were already a dozen people waiting in front of the charity cemetery. Looking at the skulls embroidered on their robes, it was clear that they were all ghost cultivators from the Ghost King clan.
The leader was an elder.
The man stood in the middle of the door. He was dressed in dark black and was very thin, like a skeleton covered with a shriveled skin. His wrinkled eyelids almost covered his eyes. He only raised his eyes with great effort after everyone arrived.
At this moment, everyone gasped!
It was because the old man, who looked haggard and terrifying, had a completely white eye, with only whites and no pupils!
When he looked up at people, his eyes were lifeless and dull.
His cultivation is not low, he should have reached the "He Dao" of the Extreme Realm and the "Entering the World" of the Nineteen Continents. As soon as Jianchoucai saw this person, he felt a spooky ghostly aura and a heavy deathly aura, which made him very uncomfortable.
There is definitely something fishy about the way this person practices.
She frowned inwardly.
However, with the cultivation level of this Ghost King clan elder, he still couldn't detect Jianchou's disguise. He just opened his eyes, which he didn't know whether they could see, turned to Fu Chaosheng, and said, "Master Li Han, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
This was actually Fu Chaosheng's first time here, but he was still the judge of King Qin Guang, and he was familiar with the situation here, so he remained calm and replied, "Following the order of His Royal Highness King Qin Guang, I have selected these hundreds of elite ghost cultivators from the ghost clan according to the elders' requirements for the elders to command. The war has already started, and the matter is urgent. His Royal Highness King Qin Guang is waiting for Li to report after the matter is completed, so the rest of the matter is entirely up to the elders. I hope the elders will hurry up."
"As it should be."
Unlike Elder Li Yan who was previously in Fengdu City, this elder of the Ghost King clan was not respectful to Li Han. He just responded indifferently and turned to look at the 103 new ghost cultivators.
"Come in, everyone."
All the ghost cultivators were a little nervous.
Although they were in Fengdu City and had seen Huangquan, and even had high cultivation levels and were considered well-known, they had never known that there was such a place downstream of Huangquan, with a charity cemetery and thousands of coffins!
When the elder asked them to come in, they hesitated for a moment before walking through the door.
The wind outside was very cold, but after stepping into this huge charity cemetery, all the sounds of the wind stopped, and the air seemed to be still, revealing a sense of oppressive suffocation.
Under the dim light, hundreds of coffins were laid out.
The old man with only the white of his eyes walked on the narrow path between the blood coffins and said to them: "The matters here have always been top secret in our Extreme Domain. You are lucky enough to come here today and learn about it. If you contribute a little to this matter, it can be regarded as a good fortune that you will never get in eight lifetimes. There are thousands of blood coffins here, and there is a soul puppet in each coffin."
The term "soul puppet" is extremely rare in the Nineteen Continents, but if you say "puppet", everyone knows it. However, in the Nineteen Continents, the puppet is a human body, which is a "human puppet", while in the Extreme Territory, the puppet is naturally a soul, which is a "soul puppet".
All the ghost cultivators could understand it.
However, since there is a blood coffin here, doesn't that mean there are thousands of soul puppets? This number is quite terrifying.
When Jianchou heard this, he was shocked all over.
All the ominous premonitions that I had when I arrived here before all came true. Even just hearing the word "Soul Puppet" was overwhelming, not to mention that there was a hint of pride in the old man's tone
She clenched her fingers tightly and did not have a seizure.
The elder was completely unaware that outsiders had infiltrated the ghost cultivators, and he laughed sinisterly, "You should know that these soul puppets are not ordinary soul puppets. Each of them is extremely powerful. Their souls all come from the cultivators of Yashan who died in the Yin-Yang Realm War eleven generations ago!"
Everyone was horrified and took a deep breath!
The elder stroked the blood coffin beside him with his wrinkled palm as if he was stroking some treasure, and said, "Back then, this was a good idea thought up by His Royal Highness Emperor Song. It was a brilliant plan and a great use of resources! You don't know that since ancient times, the monks of Yashan have been the hardest-hearted. Even if they are dead, these thousands of souls will not obey. His Royal Highness Emperor Song came up with a strange method. He ordered people to chop these thousands of souls into pieces, burn them with karma fire, destroy the will in their souls, and then refine them with puppet refining techniques to reassemble them into new souls. Then, their power will still be there, and the old souls will be new puppets, and they will be able to serve me obediently!"
Cut the soul into pieces, burn it with fire of karma, destroy its will, and piece together a new soul!
Jianchou was walking at the back, beside the bloody coffins that had not been opened one after another. She felt a surge of grief and rage soaked in blood and tears in her chest, like a huge wave rushing forward, trying to break through her body and transform into a raging sword light to chop down the complacent old man!
Between the eyebrows, that half-inch blood line has quietly emerged!
But a hand quietly reached out from the side and pressed down her tense fingers that were already pinching the sword formula.
Fu Chaosheng turned and looked at her.
Although he could not truly understand how Jianchou, a disciple of Yashan, felt at this moment, even if it was just an inference, he could imagine that it was what people call "pain". The moment his palm covered her fingers, he easily felt the huge power surging in her body and the almost determined murderous intent! 166 novel
But now is not the time!
After all this trouble, what we need to do is not as simple as coming to this charity cemetery to eliminate the threat of these soul puppets.
It was Jianchou's plan, and she should know this better than him.
So the surging and powerful force finally gradually faded away from the fingertips, and the blood line that suddenly appeared between the eyebrows also slowly darkened and disappeared into the depths.
Even the body and blood turned cold.
Jianchou's face was frighteningly calm. He just lowered his hands and said calmly, "I'm fine."