Zhao Ge

Chapter 136: Collect bones in Xiangtan

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They have arrived not far from Xiangtan Lake. The black humus-like land is the shore of Xiangtan Lake.

The body was half-buried in the black rotten soil. Judging from the faintly identifiable style, it should be the clothes of Jiuxuanmen, but after a long time, it is difficult to distinguish which peak and which line of clothes it is.

Seeing the corpse, He Qingchuan stopped abruptly. He stood there like a statue, staring blankly at the corpse, with a look of fear and tension on his face.

Jun Wanbai and Li Xin looked at each other, seeing the doubt in each other's eyes.

He Qingchuan is Hezhou's father and the peak master of Xuanli Peak. Jun Wanbai and the others are no strangers to him. However, just like He Zhou always had an expression that everyone owed him 1.8 million, this elder of Xuanli Peak was not a very easy person to get along with. He Qingchuan's character is just like the weapon he used, the heavy knife.

Be open and close, violent and not to be trifled with.

This was the first time they had seen such an expression that could almost be described as "cowardly" on the face of this heavy knife-like elder.

The mysterious elder in the cloak stopped.

He Qingchuan stepped forward step by step, knelt on the ground, as if he had forgotten that he was a cultivator with supernatural powers, digging up the rotten soil around the corpse with his own hands like a mortal. Jun Wanbai and the three looked at each other, wanting to step forward to help, but the elder shook his head slightly to stop them.

One pinch of soil, two pinches of soil...

The body was dug out by He Qingchuan himself. The yin and yang here are reversed, and the five elements are disordered. Although the clothes on the corpse are decayed, the corpse itself is not completely decayed. He Qingchuan half-kneeled in front of the corpse, and he recognized the identity of the corpse.

"Jiang Ge."

He suddenly felt relieved, but he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.

Jiang Ge, a disciple of Genmai, was one of the disciples who participated in that mission. Back then in the sect, his relationship with He Qingchuan was not good, and they fought every day, but now he died here with his legs crossed and his long sword on his knees. The guy who was so annoying at the beginning is now half buried in the rotten black soil.

"Don't you fucking always yell that you want to overwhelm Xuan Lifeng?"

He Qingchuan seemed to be smiling, but it was ugly.

"What kind of a man is he to sit here meditating like a wimp now! Get up, trash!"

He cursed loudly, just like when Ye Yi was still in Jiuxuan and they were still teenagers.

Provocations, fights, wishing to slash each other with a knife.

But Jiang Ge can no longer quarrel with him.

Jiang Ge stood here with his legs crossed quietly, with lines of formation patterns looming beneath his body. Taking his body as the eye of the formation, his fate will not be much better than that of Zhou Wen'an who aroused his spiritual consciousness and burned his sea of consciousness in the Tower of Prisoner Desolation.

He Qingchuan cursed and cursed, half-kneeling in front of Jiang Ge's body.

He Qingchuan couldn't take away Jiang Ge's body like Liao Gan did. Because the formation pattern under Jiang Ge's body has already explained that he has used himself as the eye of the formation, and he has already integrated with the formation formed by Guan Zhiyu and the others here. Once the corpse is moved, the formation will be destroyed.

In other words, Jiang Ge couldn't even get a thin coffin.

The three of Jun Wanbai stood behind He Qingchuan, looking pale and majestic as the usually majestic and violent elder knelt in front of the unknown corpse. They vaguely understood something, so they also slowly and solemnly bowed to the corpse respectfully.

"With your three-legged cat's kung fu, you still want to overwhelm Xuanli Peak. You can practice for another hundred or eighty years in the next life. Let's talk about it. You broke my nose before, so don't even think about having a coffin. I'll get you a piece of dirt." The grave is almost there."

He Qingchuan had a cold face, looking fierce.

Jiang Ge's body could not be moved, so He Qingchuan piled an earthen grave for him on the spot, swiped his robe and took out a piece of high-quality golden nanmu that was supposed to be used for refining weapons from the Najie. A line of words:

The tomb of Jiang Ge, a Genmai disciple of the Nine Xuanmen.

Jin Nan's tombstone stood in front of the simple mound of dirt, and He Qingchuan continued to walk forward as if he was not the one who had just lost his mind.

Jun Wan, Bai Li Xin, Chu Zhiyuan and the others, as disciples, He Qingchuan was notoriously bad tempered, so no one dared to say a word.

It's just that when they walked through the mound, they all slowed down a little, as if they were afraid of being disturbed.

Buried in peace.

Jiang Ge died here, still using his body as the eye of the formation, which shows that they have entered the place where Jiuxuan's disciples sacrificed, and they are not far from Jingling Terrace. In fact, it was the same. Xiangtan Lake was not far in front of where Jiang Ge died. As everyone approached, the black ghost world receded, revealing the black lake surface.

The water of Xiangtan Lake has turned into a somewhat viscous black.

There seems to be something vaguely in the bottom of the lake. These black algae-like things float on the surface of the nearby water. But as they approached, the karmic fire approached the surface of the water, and those black algae-like things suddenly sank, which made it clear that those black things were not algae at all, but floating in wisps Hair on the water.

The expressions of Jun Wanbai and the others changed slightly.

In the thick black water of the lake, under the surface of the lake, corpses stood upright one by one, just like the fish floating in the upper reaches of the water layer close to the air before it rained. Large patches of black algae on the lake are the hairs of these corpses in the water. As the fire of karma approached, the corpse sank in shock, the pale skin of the corpse oozing out in the black water.

At this time, everyone vaguely understood where the residents of the main city of Guanghan County had gone.

The 170,000 residents of Bingzhou were buried in the forest of wild animal bones, and the residents of Guanghan County should have been filled in the Xiangtan Lake, which covers an area of 10,000 hectares.

Just the will of the ancient emperor spread through the Jingling Terrace will cause such a tragic situation of hell on earth.

No wonder the Gu Clan eighteen insisted on killing the ancient emperors one by one for tens of thousands of years.

The ghost world like black mist shrouded Xiangtan Lake, they couldn't see anything on the other side of the lake, there were strange corpses in the lake, the resentment seemed to be real, and it was impossible to locate the direction of Jingling Terrace by disturbing the space.

With the leadership of He Qingchuan and the mysterious elder, it was not for Jun Wanbai and his disciples to worry about it at this time.

The mysterious elder walked to the edge of the lake, and put his hand directly into the black water full of corpses. With his hand as the center, the karmic fire suddenly spread out on the water. In the eyes of Jun Wanbai and the others, the crimson flames stretched out in a straight line, covering the surface of Xiangtan Lake like a long dragon.

A long bridge made of flames was forcibly opened in the black mist.

The black mist on the left and right sides of the long bridge automatically dispersed for a certain distance. There is a tall tower at the end of the long bridge that can be vaguely seen.

Yehuo opened up a "floating bridge" on the lake, but the mysterious elder didn't stand up directly, but kept his hands in the lake water, as if he was groping for something.

The next moment, everyone could only hear the sound of iron chains rattling.

A dark iron chain was pulled out of the water by him. Strange to say, after the iron chain was pulled out by him, it automatically floated on the water, just in the middle of the Yehuo Long Bridge, like a symmetrical axis.

"Elder Ninth, is this the formation that Zhiyu and the others set up before?"

He Qingchuan opened his mouth and looked at some lines on the iron chain.

Ninth Elder nodded, stood up, and stepped on the iron chain first: "Walk on the iron chain."

Neither He Qingchuan nor the mysterious Ninth Elder had any intention of explaining. Although Jun Wanbai and the others had doubts in their hearts, they could only follow along. A group of people stepped on the iron chain and walked towards the other side of the lake.

When stepping on the iron chain and walking into Xiangtan Lake, Jun Wanbai and the three felt the strangeness.

That obscure, disturbing atmosphere became more and more intense, and the black mist around him and the black water under his feet were full of shocking resentment and malice. After walking into Xiangtan Lake, they heard murmurs whispering indistinctly, like wandering ghosts mourning, but also like people who died in vain laughing... In short, the voices are full of undisguised malice .

It's uncomfortable.

But it might be because of the strong deterrent effect of the Karmic Fire Bridge opened by the Ninth Elder, so they walked all the way until they reached the other side of the lake and stood in front of the Jingling Terrace. The countless floating corpses in the water did not move.

The smoke and mist on the Crane Mi River are like the Jingling Terrace of Penglai in the secular world.

The original beauty of the world is no longer there, and what they see before them is a tall tower full of black and ominous atmosphere, which has been passed down as a soul-sealing altar.

But in the final analysis, Jingling Terrace was indeed built as Qingming Pagoda at the beginning, and its shape and structure are the same as Qingming Pagoda. In the eyes of Jun Wanbai and others, it is very familiar.

But when they stood in front of the Jingling Terrace, no one took a step forward.

Because there are several figures in the open space in front of the Jingling Terrace.

The open space in front of the Jingling Terrace was paved with stone bricks, so those figures were not half buried in the soil like Jiang Ge. It was still a few corpses, wearing the Taoist clothes of Jiuxuanmen, forming a circular formation with one person as the center. This should be the core of the blockade formed by Guan Zhiyu back then.

Just like the Jiang Ge I met before, these people also regarded themselves as their eyes.

Step by step, He Qingchuan walked towards those figures sitting cross-legged.

In the center of the formation is a thin woman.

The space around the Jingling Terrace is a bit strange, the clothes on the corpses have no traces of sexual intercourse, and the corpses are no different from strangers. But they are all immortal cultivators, and they can tell that these people have died long ago.

He Qingchuan walked through the formation and sat down slowly at the core of the formation.

Jun Wanbai turned to look at Li Banfeng, who opened his mouth to her and said softly, "Uncle Guan."

In front of the Jingling Terrace, the former Jiuxuan disciples were sitting cross-legged. They were all dead, but the expressions on everyone's faces were very calm.

He Qingchuan looked at the face of the familiar woman.

"You haven't changed."

When He Qingchuan spoke, his voice was so hoarse that he could barely breathe.

There were no tears, no crying, he spoke to Guan Zhiyu as before, as if nothing had happened.

The author has something to say: the chapter "Bone Removal in Xiangtan"... But I always felt that something was weird... After thinking about it, it's not right, where did the bone removal come from, and there is no way to collect the bones.