Hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers, the piles of corpses exuding overwhelming corpse aura, all that could be seen were famous masters from the Nine Kingdoms and Seven Seas, most of whom were strong in swordsmanship.
The changes in the Jian Kui Ping caused many masters from the Nine Kingdoms and Seven Seas who participated in the Jian Kui Ping to die here, including people like Tang Huang, who also became one of the many corpses here.
It's a pity that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was admired by all the nine countries. Even the Demon Saint Qitian regarded him as a rare and close friend in his life. No one thought that he would die like this, in this land where no one cares. , there wasn’t even anyone to collect the body for him.
The man holding the umbrella appeared here at some unknown time, standing on a broken cliff, looking at the scattered corpses under the cliff, with no expression of joy or sadness on his face.
Suddenly, a small thing emerged from the pile of corpses. The eyes of the man holding the umbrella changed and he stared at the thing that emerged from the corpses.
"Ah, this charming aroma, I can finally have a good meal." Among the corpses, the thing that looked like a big radish made a slightly hoarse voice, with an intoxicated expression on its face, and its hands and feet were still moving around. .
If Fang Lin saw this scene here, he would definitely recognize this thing as a thousand-year corpse ginseng.
At this moment, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng was sitting among countless corpses, and it was busy absorbing the corpse energy here. It was like a feast, and it was completely intoxicated. It didn't realize that a pair of eyes above were watching it.
The rich corpse energy that permeates this place continues to gather towards the Millennium Corpse Ginseng, like a whirlpool, pouring crazily into the Millennium Corpse Ginseng.
The seemingly small body of the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng is like a bottomless pit. No matter how huge and dense the corpse energy is, the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng can absorb it effortlessly, and it actually makes one feel comfortable.
"I haven't been this happy for a long time. Ever since I followed that bastard Fang Lin, my life has been getting worse day by day. I am still wise. I have been hiding here for so long, and I can finally enjoy it in peace and contentment." Millennium Corpse Ginseng Mouth He was chanting, squinting his eyes and shaking his head, which is called leisurely contentment.
"Well, I don't know when that kid will come back or where he has gone. There is no news at all. This has made me worried for several days. But that kid's life is very tough. He is just like a bedbug in the latrine. Even I Even though I have such great opportunities, I am willing to be defeated. I guess nothing will happen to this kid."
"The world is really in chaos, but it has nothing to do with me. Anyway, no matter how chaotic it is, it won't fall on my head. So we should do whatever we do. At worst, we can just escape back to the endless cave. Anyway, there are a lot of corpses there. yes."
The thousand-year-old corpse ginseng uttered words to the left and right, sighing from time to time, but the process of absorbing the corpse energy was not affected at all.
After a long time, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng seemed to be absorbed almost completely, and he lay down on an unknown corpse while stroking his belly, humming an incomprehensible tune.
The umbrella holder looked at it silently, with a dazed expression on his face, as if he was too absorbed in watching it.
In a daze, the umbrella holder let out a long sigh, and it was unclear whether the expression on his face was joy or sadness.
"Tu Shan, is this your compassion for all living beings on earth?" The umbrella holder looked up at the sky and couldn't help but hold the black umbrella tightly.
After another glance at the Millennium Corpse Ginseng, the umbrella holder turned around and disappeared with a smile on his face.
"Huh? It seems that some shameless person was spying on me just now?" Millennium Corpse Ginseng suddenly seemed to feel something. He stood up and looked at the cliff where the umbrella holder was just now, muttering in his mouth.
However, not a single person was seen, so the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng didn't pay attention and continued to lie here and enjoy its own meal of corpse energy.
In a deep and moist mountain stream, there lay a lifeless corpse with a peaceful face and silver hair.
The umbrella holder came here and walked slowly to the body of the silver-haired old man. Seeing the peaceful look on the silver-haired old man's face, the umbrella holder felt a little sad and sighed slightly.
"The demon saint who was so beautiful during his life died in such a miserable state. Your body has been left in this dark place, and not many people will remember you." The umbrella holder murmured, not sure if it was meant for the silver-haired old man. The corpse listens, but still talks to himself.
The silver-haired old man was Jing Zhulong. He was killed by Mo Shouhei, and his body fell here. No one knew about it. Only the man holding the umbrella found this place and found Jing Zhulong's body.
The umbrella holder originally had a glimmer of hope, thinking that Jing Zhulong might still have a chance to be saved. After all, Jing Zhulong had been severely injured by Mo Shouhei before, and had been suppressed for so many years without dying. Maybe he could survive this time. .
But when the umbrella holder saw Jing Zhulong's body, he realized that there was no way to save him. Jing Zhulong was completely dead, with no trace of life left, and his soul had long since dissipated between heaven and earth.
Even if he is the incarnation of the ancient spirit and has part of the power of the Tushan ancient spirit, he cannot save a dead person.
The man holding the umbrella knelt down, thinking about taking Jing Zhulong's body away. Although the man was dead, he couldn't just leave it here. After all, he was a former demon saint who fought to death for the sake of all sentient beings in the world.
Just when the umbrella holder was about to put away Jing Zhulong's body, he saw a red light surrounding Jing Zhulong's body, making it impossible for the umbrella holder to touch his body.
The umbrella holder was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly, even more sadly.
"Your brother is dead." The umbrella holder said in a very gentle tone.
The red light transformed into a girl in red, glaring at the umbrella holder with hostility, and a sinister sword aura filled the air. It seemed that as long as the umbrella holder dared to get close to Jing Zhulong's body, these sword auras would It will fall on the person holding the umbrella.
The man holding the umbrella had no choice but to smile bitterly. This girl in red is the soul of Jing Zhulong's sister Jing Qinghong who died young. It had been stored in the Qinghong Sword before, but it just changed with Jing Zhulong's body. After death, Jing Qinghong's soul also separated from the Qinghong Sword and stayed on Jing Zhulong's body, never wanting to leave, even if her soul continued like this, one day her soul would completely dissipate.
Perhaps for Jing Zhulong, death is a kind of relief, but for Jing Qinghong's soul, Jing Zhulong regards her as her only support in the world. Once Jing Zhulong dies, Jing Qinghong does not want to become a lonely soul. The wild ghost only wants to protect Jing Zhulong's body for a limited time, and then slowly dissipate.
Looking at the stubborn expression of the girl in red, the umbrella man knew that no matter what he said, it was useless, so he could only nod his head, turn around and leave.
But before leaving, he also left a force here so that Jing Zhulong's body would not be disturbed in any way.