"So this is the Death Mountains, bordering the Ghost King Sect to the north and the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect to the east!" Feng Qingyang held the booklet between his teeth and flipped through it, and immediately learned a lot of useful information.
The two young Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, were exactly the outer disciples of this generation of Maoshan Zhengtian Sect. Due to their poor aptitude, they had not been able to break through the foundation-building stage until they were nearly fifty years old. Therefore, they were given an ultimatum by Zhengtian Sect that if they could not break through before the age of fifty, they would be kicked out of the mountain.
"Turns out they are two unlucky guys. It's such a good thing for me." Feng Qingyang smacked his lips. No wonder there would be a Taoist priest coming to this remote place. It turned out that they were going to be driven down the mountain.
Fortunately, he met two young Taoist priests, otherwise he would not have the chance to complain here. He would have been suppressed and captured by others and refined into a puppet.
"Water spell, fire spell, wind spell..." Flipping through the pages, the booklet detailed the drawing methods and formulas of each spell. Although the words were difficult to understand, he was able to easily understand how to use each spell with his archaeologist's mind.
Feng Qingyang felt excited when he saw the talisman. The power of the talisman before made him deeply realize the power contained in it. Moreover, the fat man's last palm thunder drawn with blood made him even more excited.
If he could master the art of talismans, his own safety would definitely be better protected. Thinking of this, he couldn't wait to flip the book quickly with his teeth.
The world of cultivation is a general term for a group of people who seek immortality and the way to enlightenment. People in the world of cultivation can fly with swords, move mountains and fill the sea, and even make the sky collapse and the earth split apart with a flip of their hands. Of course, these are abilities that only the powerful people in the world of cultivation have.
Feng Qingyou couldn't help but stare in a daze. He was eagerly supplementing the knowledge of this strange world. In his mind, he imagined a group of immortal-looking people with long flowing hair riding on flying swords, who could swing a sword to take off people's heads thousands of miles away. He felt his blood begin to tremble deeply.
The cold zombie body seemed to be stained with a layer of excited red, which looked so weird.
Human practice is to absorb the spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and incorporate it into the body for tempering; zombie practice is to absorb the yin energy from heaven and earth, and also incorporate it into the body for tempering; finally, they all use their own strength to control the talisman to unleash its due power.
"Damn, if only I could move my hands." Feng Qingyang said with a depressed look on his face, and simply put the booklet in the bag in his arms.
He then used his feet to clear the talismans on the ground and gathered them all in his arms.
He turned around to look at the fat man's body again, and thought to himself that this was not good. The people in the world of cultivation had extraordinary abilities. If he killed two of their disciples, it might cause an investigation within their sect. It would be better for him to leave first.
He covered his head with his robe. Fortunately, the yellow robe was big and long enough, otherwise, no one would have come to chase him, and the sun outside would have melted him alive.
"Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best..." His sixth sense was so strong that he always felt that he was about to face some crisis. He simply took a step and jumped out of the chaotic cave.
The yin energy in the north was very strong. Feng Qingyang stood outside the cave and hesitated for a long time. Finally, he decided to go north. Firstly, he knew from the "Maoshan Talisman" that the north was at the border of the Ghost King Sect. Without saying anything else, just from the word "Ghost King" he knew that the place should be close to darkness and evil.
Looking back at the cave where he had lived for three months, Feng Qingyang felt that this place was somewhat extraordinary, because he was brought here by the zombie ancestor Ying Gou. His eyes were full of meaning, and he looked at the cave with some reluctance.
Recalling the confusion when I first appeared here, the changes on the 15th of every month, and then meeting the ancestor of zombies Ying Gou, I couldn't help but sigh.
Three months ago he was a famous archaeologist, but three months later he became a zombie and was about to flee.
"Cultivation world, here I come!" He howled, then turned into a gust of strange wind and ran towards the north.
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Not long after he left, about two hours later, two figures ran towards the cave at a rapid speed.
One of them looked to be about twenty years old, with delicate eyebrows, red lips and white teeth, and a handsome appearance; the other one had frowning eyebrows and tearful eyes, a square face, and was about forty years old. There was a thick black aura between his eyebrows, and the whole person looked more like a living zombie.
The young man is none other than Li Qingfeng, the chief disciple of this generation of Maoshan's leader and the successor to the next generation; the middle-aged man is also a well-known figure in Maoshan, Leng Wuqing, the deputy leader of Maoshan, whose stomping of his feet can make the whole Maoshan tremble.
After arriving at the cave, he went in without hesitation, only to see a mess all around, with all kinds of rubble filling the cave entrance.
The first thing they saw when they entered was a skinny man lying on the side wearing only a pair of shorts. Both of them frowned.
"Uncle-master, this must be the place where Zhugan and Zhu San sent out the sound-transmitting bird..." Li Qingfeng said to Leng Wuqing beside him without looking away.
Leng Wuqing did not answer. He took out the dustpan in his hand and threw it away. A force suddenly appeared in the cave and within a few breaths, the rubble was neatly arranged.
The rubble scattered, revealing the thin man who was buried in it. The thin man looked miserable, his whole body was squeezed by the rubble to the point of being almost unrecognizable.
"Two pieces of trash... No wonder they haven't been able to break through the foundation-building stage. They can't even handle a small zombie. It's better if they die!" He opened his mouth with such ruthless and cold words.
Feng Qingyang's coldness comes from his body. The body of a zombie is originally a dead thing, so it always exudes a cold and icy breath, but his soul is human and hot blood is still flowing in his body.
This cold and ruthless coldness came from the inside out, from the heart. You can imagine how ruthless he was. There is a saying that goes: Ghosts eating people is not scary; people eating people is the real scary thing.
Li Qingfeng, who was standing by, heard his words and a trace of displeasure flashed across his eyes. He said, "Master, I am surprised by what you said. Although the two of them were dull, they were disciples of the Maoshan Zhengtian Sect after all. Now they are dead in different places and we have found them. So we should avenge them."
"Hmph!" Leng Wuqing snorted coldly, without making any comment. He casually produced a fire spell and was about to burn the two bodies.
"Uncle Master, wait a minute!" Seeing Leng Wuqing was about to burn the corpse, he hurriedly waved his hand to stop him, then stepped forward to carefully examine the fat man's body. When he saw the two bloody holes on his neck, his brows frowned even deeper.
He stroked the hole with his fingers, and some scenes from that time flashed rapidly in his mind. He looked at the fat man's body again, then stood up and looked at Leng Wuqing and said, "Uncle Master, looking at the wound, it must be caused by a zombie. The evil spirit on the wound has been lingering for a long time. I'm afraid it's an unusual zombie. Moreover, Zhu San's clothes have disappeared without a trace. I think the zombie may have developed intelligence."
"Intelligence?" Leng Wuqing's heart moved, but his face did not change at all. He thought to himself: A zombie with intelligence is at least at the level of a wandering corpse, and a wandering corpse is equivalent to the foundation-building stage of a human. If he were to refine it into his own puppet, his combat power would be greatly improved, and he might even be able to become the sect leader...
He glanced at Li Qingfeng beside him and said, "Qingfeng is right. Let's not delay any further and chase after him!"
"etc."
Li Qingfeng snapped his fingers at the two bodies on the ground, and a cluster of flames suddenly burned. In less than half a minute, the two were reduced to ashes.
The two men walked out of the cave and looked at the surrounding environment, appearing quite solemn. They had different thoughts, but they did not show it.
They had come in a hurry before and had not carefully looked at the surrounding environment, but now that they looked carefully, they found that this place was particularly cold and gloomy. This was a good place to raise corpses.
"Uncle Master, please look." He called out to Leng Wuqing beside him and pointed at the pile of green rocks that were crushed by Feng Qingyang.
"The open space here is in the shape of the Eight Trigrams and Nine Palaces. Logically, it should block the yin energy within the area, but this Eight Trigrams is chilling. It is a rare Eight Trigrams killing formation."
Li Qingfeng talked freely, and the more he looked, the more surprised he was. The Bagua Killing Formation was a dangerous formation formed naturally between heaven and earth. It could attract all evil spirits between heaven and earth, and then lock them inside to kill them. The killed evil spirits would then become energy for the operation of the Bagua Killing Formation. In this way, it would become stronger and stronger.
Leng Wuqing followed Li Qingfeng's gaze, his pupils were obscene and shining with an unknown light. He nodded secretly, this was indeed a rare and dangerous formation.
Li Qingfeng walked to the broken green stone and saw a black mark on it. This was the mark left by the escaped Feng Qingyang.
"The core of this Bagua Killing Formation is this green stone. The stone symbolizes heaviness and has the meaning of suppression. However, I don't know what destroyed the core of the formation, so this formation was broken."
He touched and took out the black mark, and took out a small wooden compass. The needle spun for a while and suddenly stopped at the north. Li Qingfeng flipped it and took back the compass.
"It's just two hundred miles to the north. Let's catch up quickly."
As they spoke, the two of them set off towards the north at lightning speed. In just a cup of tea, they had covered a distance of ten miles.