The moment Feng Qingyang obtained the corpse-controlling bell, his heart was shocked. He looked up and saw that the statue seemed to come alive, and its eyeballs moved with his movements.
"He is alive?" He exclaimed in surprise and then rushed to the ground.
Boom!
He landed steadily on the ground, and then jumped to the side of the dead tree and others.
"You beast, you actually cheated!" Master Wu Chen was furious, almost vomiting three liters of blood. Now he had lost both his wife and his army, without making any profit. On the contrary, he had lost many elite disciples in the sect.
Feng Qingyang didn't even look at him, and said casually: "What do you mean by cheating? Compared with you old Taoist priests who always talk about justice, what I have done is already good."
Then he started playing with the corpse-controlling bell in his hand. This time, he made a lot of money by following the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect and others into the Zombie King's Cave. Not only did he get a Yin-Condensing Pearl from Taoist Wuchen, but now he has also obtained a corpse-controlling bell that can control the three wandering corpses. This is a genuine top-notch magic weapon.
Of course, until now he is still thinking about the skeleton in the hall of the Zombie King's Cave. For some reason, he always feels that the skeleton is very mysterious. Why is there a skeleton in the empty hall
Master Wu Chen's face turned black. In his eyes, they were like ants, constantly ruining his good deeds.
At this moment, the heaven and earth suddenly shook, and the top of the mountain began to shake violently. After losing the corpse-controlling bell, the blood column collapsed instantly, as if a torrential blood rain was falling, causing the heaven and earth to change color.
"Oh no, this is blood poison!"
"Come to me quickly!" After saying that, he put up a protective shield to cover Feng Qingyang, Feng Lei Yudian and others.
There was a crackling sound on the top of the mountain, followed by screams. This blood poison was indeed not simple, it actually had a strong corrosive effect, and its corrosive power was so strong that even ordinary magic weapons could not resist it.
The screams came from the people in Maoshan. They had never seen this kind of blood poison before. When the blood poison came like an overwhelming force, they were caught off guard and more than half of them were killed or injured. The top of the mountain was littered with corpses with holes everywhere. Even the disciples who escaped by chance were seriously injured and in a miserable state.
"Cause and effect will always come true!" Feng Qingyang smiled faintly while hiding in the protective shield of the dead tree. He looked around and saw that more than a dozen of the few remaining Maoshan disciples had been killed or injured by the blood poison. There were only a few dozen disciples left flying in the air.
The blood poison was drained away and the blood pool was filled again, but the statue in it disappeared.
"clang!"
Feng Qingyang was playing with the corpse-controlling bell in his hand and suddenly shook it. He felt that the magic power in his body was suddenly drained. At the same time, a line of small words appeared in his mind. This was the mantra on how to control wandering corpses.
“Ding ding ding!”
The ringing of bells was crisp, and it passed faintly between heaven and earth. Suddenly, three different howling sounds were heard from halfway up the mountain, followed by a sense of oppression.
I saw three figures running quickly towards the top of the mountain. They had green faces and fangs, and except for their heads, the rest of their bodies were covered in cold armor. They stood neatly in a row in front of Feng Qingyang, looking intimidating without even being angry. A natural sense of oppression and gloom belonging to the wandering corpses immediately spread between heaven and earth.
"Oh? I can carry them freely?" Feng Qingyang sorted out the formula in his mind and muttered it softly. Then he saw the blood-colored corpse-controlling bell began to vibrate, and a huge suction force covered the three wandering corpses.
call out!
whoosh!
The three wandering corpses turned into a flash of red light and escaped into the corpse-controlling bell.
"Good...good baby!"
Feng, Lei, Yu and Dian were all stunned. This corpse-controlling bell could not only control three powerful wandering corpses, but it was also a rare magic weapon that could store puppets.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was extremely happy. In this way, his life was finally guaranteed. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, he finally had a foundation to survive in the world of cultivation.
"No, I'm afraid I can't protect this corpse-controlling bell now." Feng Qingyang thought to himself. He knew very well that an innocent man would be guilty of possessing a treasure. Moreover, he had offended the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect. He was afraid that his life would not be easy after he left the Zombie King's Cave.
Feng Qingyang felt goosebumps all over his body at the thought of facing endless pursuit in the future. After much hesitation, he finally decided to give the Corpse-Controlling Bell to Taoist Ku Shu. Firstly, Ku Shu had saved him several times when he was in danger, and secondly, he now needed a strong backer. Although the Ghost King Sect was known as a demonic sect, based on what he had experienced and encountered, he felt that this demonic sect was much more reliable than the righteous sects.
At least they are not as deceitful and scheming as the people in Maoshan. And the most important thing is that Feng Qingyang himself is a zombie. In such an environment, he has to give even if he doesn't want to.
"Old Taoist with withered tree!" Feng Qingyang looked around and saw Wu Chen and the others staring at him with hatred. He avoided their gazes and said to Taoist with withered tree: "This corpse-controlling bell is more suitable for you than for me. You have saved me from danger many times, and this bell should be yours."
It was quiet, as quiet as death. The dead tree opened its eyes wide, swallowed its saliva, and looked at Feng Qingyang in disbelief. Master Wu Chen was so shocked that his eyes dropped out, and the resentment on his face became even stronger.
Although the old Taoist with withered tree is at the peak of foundation building and half a step into the golden elixir realm, he does not have any magic weapon in his hands. The only bone-transforming flag in his hand is what he got from a relic when he was young and training outside.
Nowadays, weapon refining in the cultivation world is very secretive, and there are very few magic weapons circulating in the outside world. Some small sects don’t even have a magic weapon among their sect masters. You can imagine how important this is.
If the dead tree could control this top-notch magic weapon, my fear is that his strength would be raised to a higher level, and he would become invincible below the Golden Core level.
"I..." Withered Tree wanted to refuse, but how could he bear it in the face of such a magic weapon? However, when he saw Feng Qingyang's clear eyes, he finally reached out to take it. He understood the reason without being told, but there is no such thing as picking up a pie for no reason in the world. Feng Qingyang's deliberate move was to invisibly tie Withered Tree to him together, and they would prosper together and suffer together!
Seeing the dead tree in such a state, Feng Qingyang could not help but laugh. It turned out that this demon hero also had such a cowardly side. So he swung his hands, and the corpse-controlling bell flew into the hands of the dead tree.
"I will never forget your kindness today." If he continued to be shy, it would seem artificial, so he accepted the corpse-controlling bell in his hand and said gratefully.
"I may need your help in the future." Feng Qingyang glanced at Wuchen Zhenren and said meaningfully, "How can I forget the three-year agreement? I will not be a human until I destroy Maoshan! Oh no, I will not be a zombie!"
"Hahaha." The two smiled at each other, and there was an invisible force that brought the two sides closer. It was also with the help of the dead tree that Feng Qingyang was able to successfully wipe out the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect.
At this time, the top of the mountain was shaking again. A large black crack appeared where the blood pool was originally, and there was another teleportation array at the bottom.
"Go to the second floor!"