If he had really wanted to steal the secret book just now, he would probably be dead by now.
"Senior Qiao, wait a minute." Long Shankong took a deep breath and said calmly:
"My ancestors did have some grievances with the Spear Master, but that happened a generation or two ago."
"It's just that the Zhao family in Xishan Village seems a little strange."
His eyes fell on Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu's long gown had been torn open by Long Shankong's claws. At this moment, only a few pieces of rags were left on his upper body, and most of his upper skin was exposed to everyone.
Long Shankong's attack was not gentle, and this claw almost tore Zhao Hu in half.
But the strange thing was that although this claw tore the flesh and broke the bones, not much blood flowed from Zhao Hu's body.
Under the torn gown, Zhao Hu's half-naked upper body was as pale as paper, just like his face, without any blood.
Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be able to stand steadily after suffering such a serious injury that almost tore him in half.
But Zhao Hu just stood there as if nothing had happened, even his posture didn't change much. The strangest thing was the look on his face, which was just as wooden as before, without much expression.
"No wonder..." Long Shankong said faintly:
"This Zhao Hu is at least a first-class martial artist who cultivates the spirit. He is the son of the Spear Saint. Even if his energy and blood are declining in his old age, it would not decline to this extent."
Long Shankong recalled the so-called mountain climbing assessment.
"The principles of us warriors must be achieved through fists." Long Shankong said:
"If we really want to find a qualified successor for the Spear Saint, how can we avoid bloodshed?"
"And your so-called assessment says to stop at a certain point, to hold back and not really hurt anyone."
"And the second level of the test is not even a martial arts competition, it's just a simple stone lock lifting..."
Long Shankong glanced at the Zhao family members of Xishan Village around him and said slowly:
"I'm afraid your bodies are similar to Zhao Hu's. The so-called stop at the right time and no bloodshed in the duel, I think it's just that you are worried about your true colors being exposed in a life-and-death fight."
"So.....what the hell are you guys?"
"Are you really alive?"
As soon as these words were spoken, they were carried far away on the top of the West Mountain by the mountain breeze.
The members of the Zhao family who had rushed over when they saw Zhao Hu being attacked suddenly stopped and looked at Long Shankong with a confused look.
There were originally many people on the top of the mountain, but at this moment it suddenly became cold, and the heroes felt a chill in their hearts.
"Boy, what nonsense are you talking about!" A Jianghu guest shouted with a pale face:
"How can a dead person talk, stand, walk, and act like a living person?"
"Yes, how can a dead person speak?" Everyone whispered:
"These people from Xishan Village have just lived in the mountains for a long time, and their skin has become as white as women's."
As they were discussing, the faces of the people in Xishan Village became paler and paler.
It was just sickly pale.
But at this moment, it looked like a corpse that had been dead for several days, and one glance at it made people's hair stand on end.
"Yeah. How can a dead person stand and talk?" The big man with a leopard head and round eyes was talking when he suddenly fell backwards with a thud.
This fall is a beginning.
But I heard a continuous plop sound.
The villagers of Xishan Village who were originally standing around gradually lost their strength and fell to the ground, dead.
In the blink of an eye, these people had fallen down like a wheat field in a storm, without a sound.
The entire top of West Mountain was suddenly littered with corpses.
The mountain wind started to blow again, but this time it brought with it an inexplicable chill that made all the wanderers in Southwestern Province feel cold all over.
No matter how high your martial arts skills are, it is impossible to make a dead person stand and talk again.
so... .
"Is this some kind of immortal method? Have the people of Xishan Village ever dealt with the Yunxiao Sect of the immortal sect?"
"Such a mysterious method, I think only those immortal cultivators can possess it, right?"
Amid the discussion among the heroes.
But then I saw a figure flying through the air, with air waves spurting out from the air holes on its back.
It was Wu Qiankun.
At some point, he had quietly pulled out the spear that had pierced his abdomen. He didn't care about the blood gushing from his wound and flew into the air through the "Supreme Man Transformation", with blood spilling in the air.
"Wu Qiankun escaped? He moved so quickly, was he afraid of being killed by Qiao Jin?" The heroes were shocked.
Wu Qiankun's movements were too fast.
Before the leopard-headed, round-eyed man fell down, he had already used the Supreme Transformation to escape into the air, unlike them who just stood there stupidly in shock.
"Are you afraid of Qiao Jin? You guys are somewhat underestimating Wu Qiankun." Wu Rulong snorted coldly:
"The cicadas know the coming of autumn before the wind blows. You underestimate the intuition of the second on the God List."
"He probably sensed the life-and-death crisis, so even..." When he said this, Wu Rulong's eyes twitched.
Even this time when she escaped, she didn't even take him with her? She just ran away by herself
He hasn't gotten in the car yet!
"Even Wu Qiankun is in danger of fleeing? Isn't that Qiao Jin?" A Jianghu guest said with a wry smile:
"This Xishan Village has existed for many years, and there is a reason for that."
"This mountain village has always been shrouded in thick fog. It is usually very difficult to enter and exit. Not only is it difficult for pedestrians to enter and exit, but it is also difficult for the monsters in the Shiwan Mountains to find this place."
"It is precisely because of this that the people of Xishan Village are able to survive to this day..."
As the knight was speaking, he suddenly felt something was not right. He glanced at the corpses scattered all over the mountains and felt a chill run through his body.
"No, why is Zhao Hu still alive? There's something fishy about him!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Everyone looked over and saw that Zhao Hu's skin had turned as white as a corpse.
At this moment, his whole body was trembling slightly, and he was gasping for breath as if he was drowning, with his hand on his heart.
At this moment, it was difficult for him to even stand, but he still held on and did not fall down. His eyes swept across the corpses all over the mountains and fields around him, and his eyes were full of sadness.
There are about a thousand people in this Xishan village from top to bottom.
At this time, he was the only one left.
"You're not dead yet... do you have any unfinished wishes?" Qiao Mu walked forward with the "Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" in his hand.
Zhao Hu whispered:
"If my father, the Spear Saint's martial arts, could fall into the hands of the Qiao family, I think he would be pleased in his grave."
Just now, Qiao Mu had demonstrated his spear skills in front of them.
Although his spearmanship was not top-notch, it was indeed of a master's level and was a perfect military spearmanship.
"I am a first-grade spirit cultivator. If I surrender to the imperial court, I may even have a chance to become a first-grade general... How could I possibly die?" Zhao Hu gasped for breath and forced a smile.
"You... when did they die?" Qiao Mu asked, looking at the corpses scattered all over the mountains.
"... I can't remember." Zhao Hu pressed his head and said:
“Perhaps it started when the thick fog enveloped this mountain village?”
His body gradually lost strength, he was shaking constantly, his breath was getting weaker and weaker, he gasped and said:
"I... I can't die yet."
"Because they are all dead, I can't die..."
"As long as there is one person, Qing Li still has a home to return to..."
He had not yet finished his words as his body had lost all strength and he fell backwards into the mud, no longer breathing and dying with his eyes open.
A short time.
The entire Xishan Village has become a ghost town with no living people left except for outsiders like them.
The mountain breeze brings a cool feeling that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.
I don't know since when, the sky has been covered with dark clouds.
In the dark clouds, an arc of electricity moved like a snake, illuminating the top of the Western Mountain.
At this moment, lightning and fire flashed, and the whole world was illuminated.
Wu Qiankun, who was transformed into a human and lifted into the air, had originally flown far away, but at this moment his figure was completely covered by lightning and fire and could no longer be seen.
When the lightning faded, everyone looked up, but did not see Wu Qiankun anymore.
Instead, rays of rainbow light flew out from the thick leaden clouds.
They were the immortal cultivators of the Yunxiao Sect, each standing on a magic weapon, looking down from a high position at the mortal world.
Suddenly, green spots of light appeared among the mountains and valleys. They were huge monsters. Their bodies as big as mountains overwhelmed the trees. They were walking towards them and surrounded the people on the top of West Mountain.
"The strange people of Yunxiao Sect, and the spirit beasts they raise?"
"I've really been tricked by Zhao Hu this time... I was originally going for the secret book, but how come even the strange man from Yunxiao Sect showed up?"
"Could it be that this is a deliberate setup to wipe out the martial arts world in Southwest Province?" Someone was angry:
"The Yunxiao Sect has gone too far. Is it because the Feather King has been sweeping through all the cities recently that even the Immortal Sect has felt the pressure?"
Although Southwest Province is a land where monsters and beasts are rampant, it has also produced powerful men like the Spear Saint.
The Spear Master's secret manual is so fascinating that most of the martial arts masters from the entire Southwest State have come here today.
"Ridiculous." A young Taoist with a Taoist bun, deep eyes, and wearing a white Taoist robe also landed from the clouds.
"A mere mortal is worthy of my sect's scheme?" the young Taoist said calmly:
"In the so-called folk martial arts world of Southwest Province, there are only a few warriors who can even deal with big monsters. How can they be worthy of our planning and layout?"
"Douzi is here too?"
"Brother Yushan."
"Greetings, senior brother." The other five or six cultivators bowed.
Among this group of people, the young Yushan Daozi was vaguely the leader.
"No need to waste words with mortals. The matter of Xishan Village is related to the layout of our immortal sect. Let's take action now." Taoist Yushan was about to give an order when his eyes fell on Wuchang in the crowd.
Wuchang didn't seem to pay much attention to the monsters surrounding her. Her eyes were just fixed on the corpses that had just fallen all over the mountains.
Then she took a deep breath.
A wind arose, and wisps of deathly air invisible to the naked eye flew in from all directions and fell into her mouth and nose.
The so-called dead air is something that only dying creatures have.
The people in Xishan Village were all dead. The death energy of thousands of dead people added up to just make Wuchang's belly swell a little.
Wuchang smoked for a long time and found no one to smoke with, so he finally turned his gaze to Qiaomu.
The death energy of these thousand people combined is not as much as Qiao Mu's at one time... and her appetite had long been enlarged by Qiao Mu.
"Qiao Qiao, when will you die?" Wu Chang asked wisely with his eyes wide open.
arbor:
If the fat pig didn't look so stupid, he would have masturbated wildly to vent his anger.
But think about it.
When the cat demon Wuchang was first encountered in Heyang City, Nanzhou, this little kitten had a normal understanding of death and had accompanied Qian's father on his last journey in prison.
However, after following Qiumu for so long, this little kitten's brain is probably overloaded, and its understanding of the concept of death has become fragmented.
When Taoist Yushan in the sky saw this scene, it suddenly aroused his interest.