The jade skull in Qingyang's hand does not look like bones. It looks like it is carved from white jade, exquisite and delicate.
At this moment, from the empty holes of the jade skeleton's eyes, a terrifying gray light burst out, swirling around him.
There were groups of zombies rushing over from all around. The moment they got close to Qingyang, a black gas was seen being drawn out of their bodies and merged into the jade skeleton. In the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground and turned into a corpse.
This is exactly the magic weapon that Qingyang brought back from the Mountain and Sea Realm. It was a magic weapon refined by a powerful witch from the Xun Kingdom and fell into Qingyang's hands after he died in a battle with the Xuanyuan Kingdom.
Following Qingyang was Lin Shu, who was holding a magic sword. However, the magic sword in his hand was engraved with talismans about beheading the soul, illusion, and sharpness. It was different from Taoist Qingyun's vicious magic sword engraved with death curses and had different targets, but they were both from Taoist Qingyun's hand.
Qingyang stood with his new disciple and followed the group of monks to kill the zombies along the way. The zombies, wearing Taoist robes and with ferocious and terrifying faces, came in front of them. They were so dense that it seemed that they could not be killed anymore.
A group of monks arrived in front of Sanyang Temple as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, leaving corpses all over the ground. However, this time, they were truly dead and fell into a deep sleep and rest.
The mist surrounding the mountain gradually dissipated during the fight. The once beautiful Huangyang Mountain, which seemed like a land of creation, was now completely transformed into a ghostly den of death. Even the bright moon reflected in the Sanyang Lake behind the mountain seemed to be the color of blood.
Most of the ordinary people stayed at the foot of the mountain. Such a strange thing happened, the entire Sanyang Temple was wiped out, all the disciples turned into zombies, and Taoist Qingyun disappeared without a trace. It was definitely not a situation that ordinary people could deal with.
There may be even greater crises hidden in the mountains. The monks' mysterious powers are often beyond the capability of modern weapons and ordinary people to resist.
After walking through the peach forest and passing through the Sanyang Temple mountain gate built of gray-white stones, everyone stopped in front of the huge Sanyang Temple.
Everyone looked up, unable to believe that this was the Sanyang Temple of the past.
With thousands of disciples and a huge number of worshippers, Sanyang Temple is considered the largest sect in the world.
And at this moment, overnight, it turned into a hell on earth.
The half-open door could not completely block the scene inside. The courtyard was dyed red with blood, and body parts were scattered everywhere. The maple tree in the courtyard seemed to be nourished by the blood and even its leaves turned blood red.
The paper-pasted windows had completely turned blood red, and the maple leaves were falling. Although it was not autumn yet, the entire Huangyang Mountain exuded a sense of bleakness and doomsday.
Lin Shu held the talisman sword and chopped off the head of a zombie. The power in the talisman sword dispersed the resentment of the seven souls in the zombie body.
There were even more zombies in Sanyang Temple. Wave after wave of them rushed out from the corridors and the main hall, and jumped over the walls, surrounding them.
The unwilling roars and curses of the zombies could be heard everywhere, as if they were shouting for their unjust deaths and pain. Every zombie had a hideous look of pain on their face, as if they were reliving the painful torture of dying under the death curse, and wanted to bring their pain to everyone.
They are cursing the people who killed them, cursing everyone in this world.
More than a dozen people rushed and fought in Sanyang Temple. Gunshots were heard along with bullets, piercing the zombies' heads. Long swords were unsheathed with a cold light flashing. The rapid sword light was accompanied by the sound of the air being torn.
Talisman lights surged, incantations were chanted silently, and an extraordinary battle broke out in the entire Sanyang Temple.
None of these zombies were very powerful, but each of them was extremely strong. They ignored the injuries to their bodies and joints and used various methods to attack them, risking their lives.
As several extremely powerful zombies appeared behind them, they were able to use ordinary spells. Even though their bodies had suffered serious injuries, they could heal quickly. Finally, people among the dozen or so people started to get injured.
A Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, his body torn and tattered, with only one arm left, had bloodshot eyes. As soon as their eyes met, he was immediately shocked.
A young man in combat uniform met his eyes and was immediately pounced on by him, biting his neck. Between life and death, he suddenly woke up and blocked the attack with his hand, but his entire arm was bitten off by the Abandoned.
"Ah! My hand!"
"How could this happen? These zombies can cast spells?" A member of the Investigation Bureau hugged his arms, screamed and backed away, looking at the zombie in front of him in disbelief.
"Li Gu, this is Li Gu!" Finally someone recognized the other party's identity. He was one of the companions who had been sent to Sanyang Temple for practice.
"Zhao Lan, what's going on?"
“Boom!”
At this moment, a middle-aged Taoist zombie wearing a Taoist robe jumped up from a distance and landed on the main hall. The heavy fall of his body made a loud noise, attracting the attention of all people and zombies.
The zombies raised their heads one by one, even stopping what they were doing with their hands, staring at the figure with blood-red eyes.
The entire Sanyang Temple fell silent in an instant.
His Taoist robe danced slowly in the moonlight. He raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, then suddenly lowered his head. His pair of blood-red eyes shone with light, staring at all the living people standing on the ground.
"Huan Ming! Isn't that Huan Ming, the eldest disciple of Sanyang Temple?" Lin Shu recognized him immediately.
“Big Brother? He… he is dead too! And he turned into a zombie?” A cultivator who once practiced in Sanyang Temple for a period of time was shocked and couldn’t believe it.
"Everyone get ready. Huan Ming was a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage when he was alive. Everyone must be careful." Qingyang immediately reminded everyone and clenched the magic weapon in his hand. Although he was not afraid of the zombie, he was not cautious enough. If he capsized in this gutter, he would probably be laughed at for eternity.
Moreover, the death of all the people in Sanyang Temple was too strange and too horrible. Thousands of people died, including many monks. Even the temple master Qingyun Taoist disappeared. The one who had severely injured Jia Yi at sea also disappeared without a sound. Qingyang couldn't help but be afraid.
"roar!"
The zombie standing on the top of the hall, with its back against the bright moon, let out an angry roar, leaped up dozens of meters, and pounced down with endless resentment.
The overwhelming aura and magical light made everyone except Qingyang and Lin Shu sweat. Even Qingyang's disciples were frightened and at a loss. The aura and power brought by the zombies were too terrifying for them.
At this moment, a figure fell from the sky, like a residual shadow that cut through the sky, and knocked the zombie down from the sky.
“Boom!”
The collision of the two produced a huge burst of spiritual light, and then the figure stepped on the zombie and stood on the top of the hall.
"Who?" Qingyang's eyes immediately narrowed, staring at the figure stepping on the zombie on the roof.
"Who is this again?"
"What's going on?"
Everyone looked at the figure above the hall, and saw that it was a man wearing a black jacket and light blue jeans. He looked ordinary, with his back to them, as if overlooking the entire Sanyang Temple and the endless zombies inside the temple.
He stretched out his hand and immediately saw the zombie under his feet float up and fall into his hands.
He pinched the zombie's neck tightly. No matter how it struggled, it could not break free from the white hand, and the resentment in its body was also compressed back.
He grabbed the zombie and turned his head, finally revealing his profile, and glanced at the people standing in the courtyard of the great hall.
His profile looked particularly cold and stern in the reflection of the moonlight, and the light in his eyes was chilling.
However, Qingyang's face suddenly showed surprise, and he shouted: "Fengdu!"
However, the others were not like Qingyang. Instead, they became more vigilant.
The person who came was Fang Xiu. He stood on the main hall, holding the strongest zombie, watching the situation in the entire Sanyang Temple, with no emotion or expression on his face.
At this moment, seeing the zombie falling into Fang Xiu's hands, struggling, howling and roaring, the group of zombies below suddenly fell into madness.
So many zombies roared at the same time, the roars were like the sound of metal clashing, and the entire mountain seemed to be shaking in the roars.
Darkness surged in Fang Xiu's eyes, instantly occupying the entire white of his eyes, and a black shadow broke free from his body.
The horrifying black shadow was like a sealed monster, twisted and filled with curses and resentment, and instantly grew to several meters tall. It drilled out of Fang Xiu's body and emerged from behind him, while its lower body still stayed inside his body. It struggled hard to get out and pounced towards the group of corpses below.
And then, a light white shadow rushed out from his body.
Further behind, one after another, terrifying shadows kept rushing out and pounced on the zombies in the Sanyang Temple below.
More than a dozen phantoms surrounded the Sanyang Temple, constantly devouring and tearing apart the zombies. Wherever they passed, zombies were seen falling down in groups.
"What kind of magic is this?"
A member of the Investigation Bureau watched in shock as the shadow moved around the figure standing on the main hall. Dozens of huge evil monsters surrounded it, as if a huge storm had formed inside the Sanyang Temple, swallowing up everything.
"It's the inheritance that Fengdu obtained in the Mountain and Sea Realm!" Qingyang said immediately, also feeling a little shocked. Although he also obtained a powerful magic weapon and his cultivation level also skyrocketed, it was not as exaggerated as this.
"Are all the cultivators who have entered the Mountain and Sea Realm so strong?" Lin Shu's eyes seemed to light up, and he suddenly felt a desire to enter the Mountain and Sea Realm.
Not long after, the dozen figures were seen becoming stronger and more solid, returning to Fang Xiu's body. The entire Sanyang Temple instantly became quiet.
Fang Xiu grabbed the zombie Huan Ming and jumped down. He stood in the front yard, under the huge maple tree, stepped on the fallen leaves and corpses, pulled out a talisman paper, and stuck it on the zombie's forehead. He immediately saw that the zombie calmed down.
"The three main souls are gone! Only seven spirits are left!" Fang Xiu threw the zombie to the ground and said to Qingyang.
"There are also signs of having been cast by the Death Curse! The seven souls involved retain strong emotional desires, and when combined with such a terrifying spell as the Death Curse, they can actually be transformed into zombies. This is something I didn't expect." Qingyang nodded. Although someone had developed a method to control corpses before, it was not this terrifying.
"These are traces of damage caused by a magic weapon, a magic sword!" Lin Shuze pushed aside the Taoist robe of Huan Ming's corpse and saw the scars on his body.
Combining these three things, the two immediately guessed something. They only knew of one person who could refine and possess a magic sword, master the death curse, and be able to do such a thing.
They both uttered the same name in shock at the same time.
"Where is the Master of Qingyun Temple?"
"No need to look for him! He is not in the temple!" Fang Xiu said with a cold face.
Fang Xiu looked off into the distance, his eyes fixed on the bright moon over the sea.
"He must have killed all of them! Each of their main souls showed signs of being devoured by magic."
"I slaughtered all the people in Sanyang Temple, killed all my relatives and disciples, and gathered a foundation-building seed, just to seek immortality!"
"Really... such a cruel heart!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, including Qingyang.
Although the abbot of Sanyang Temple, Taoist Qingyun, was missing, what they had seen and heard along the way and their discoveries had already made them have some guesses.
But even until this moment, they are still unwilling to believe this fact.
It's so horrible, how could there be such a cruel and vicious person? He doesn't just kill all his enemies, but he lives with them day and night, and personally teaches them the teachings, like a father and son.
Nearly a thousand people were slaughtered overnight. Such a tragedy is probably enough to shock the whole world.
Fang Xiu looked at the entire Sanyang Temple. It had completely fallen into ruin. Even if it was repaired and maintained, with so many deaths and so many strange things happening, no one would dare to come here again. In the future, this beautiful Huangyang Mountain would probably turn into a ghost mountain.
It has to be said that he did not expect Taoist Qingyun to do such a thing. When he first met him, he was just a corrupt old man who was afraid of death and pursued immortality. However, his determination to seek the truth and his desire for the art of immortality far exceeded that of ordinary people.
However, Fang Xiu did not think that the Sanyang Temple was his own Taoist lineage. The identity of Chong Yunzi was only recognized by them, and he had never acknowledged it.
If we talk about inheritance, all these cultivators, their inheritance comes from themselves.
As for the ancestor, he is the ancestor of all of them. After passing on the Dharma, he has to ensure that their paths of cultivation are unobstructed one by one.
However, Fang Xiu hated the cruel and ruthless behavior of Taoist Qingyun.
"Between life and death, there is great terror!"
"The greater the fear, the more it will evolve into the greatest obsession!"
Fang Xiu shook his head and put his hands away. After seeing the changes in Sanyang Temple and the situation inside, he already knew what had happened here and was ready to leave.
"Why would he do this? These people are... but they are his disciples!" Lin Shu turned around and asked in confusion.
Fang Xiu turned his head and looked at Lin Shu, the first cultivator he had also chosen.
"Because—he is going to enter the Mountain and Sea Realm."
"If he enters like this, he will most likely die in the Mountain and Sea Realm. He is not as familiar with the Mountain and Sea Realm as we are, and his relationship with our entire Cultivation Alliance is not very good. He and Jia Yi are even mortal enemies."
"Compared with his desire for immortality, and compared with his fear of death, aging, and the loss of his teeth and hair, all this means nothing to him!"
"In order to live and gain enlightenment, he decided to give up the present world and enter the fairyland that was recovering and returning to the ancient fairy and demon era - the Mountain and Sea Realm."
After saying this, Fang Xiu stepped away, stepping on the wind, as if he had turned into a wisp of green smoke, walking away accompanied by an illusion.