Chapter 667 Human Immortal Religion (1)
But Yang San's humble prayer failed to have any effect after all.
In front of him, scarlet blood surged suddenly,
With irresistible force, it completely swallowed up his entire body.
This is a drop of Hongmeng parasitic seed cast by Xie Que, which evolved from the skill.
It contains several thoughts of Xie Que, but it also possesses the complete effect of Hongmeng Parasitism Technique.
Xie Que's initial plan was to use this parasitic species as the source to slowly extend his bloodline.
Then let this destructive sea of blood begin to spread wantonly, swallowing everything until the world of light turns into nothingness.
But at this moment, with the activation of the Hongmeng Parasitism Technique, there seemed to be a subtle movement between heaven and earth.
Above the sky, there are dark clouds, lightning and thunder,
The eyes of the sky slowly condensed among the thunder, bringing a terrifying pressure as if the sky was falling.
"It's not good!" Xie Que's heart suddenly sank, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose.
He was keenly aware that several extremely powerful auras were rapidly approaching.
That was the breath of the Heavenly Lord on the other side. They seemed to be attracted by the vision here and were rushing over.
At the same time, the invisible gaze of Tiandao seemed to be quietly focused here, attracted by the power of the world contained in the Hongmeng Parasitism Art.
"The Hongmeng Parasitism Technique is a forbidden technique that can subvert the universe and devour a world."
"The rhythm of the world's way that it brings during its operation disturbs the way of heaven too much, and I'm afraid it has already disturbed the way of heaven that is sleeping."
Xie Que's thoughts flashed like lightning, and he quickly calculated countermeasures in his mind.
"In this case, we can no longer act recklessly and directly adopt the strategy of destroying the world."
"You need to plan it out slowly and secretly to avoid being exposed prematurely and causing unnecessary trouble."
Xie Que thought to himself, and his original eagerness was replaced by reason.
Originally, Xie Que wanted to quickly devour the entire Mingguang Realm and move countless creatures within it to the Maha Realm.
After all, given the vastness of the Maha Realm, it is more than enough to accommodate a hundred times the current population.
To accommodate those displaced creatures and give them a new world.
However, the current changes forced him to temporarily shelve this plan and instead seek more secretive and reliable means.
Xie Que also never expected that the power of Tao Yun contained in the Hongmeng Parasitism Jue would be so great that he would encounter such obstacles.
The blood network that should have spread silently to every corner of the world has been forced to an abrupt end.
Faced with this sudden change, although Xie Que felt unwilling to accept it,
But he also knew that it was not appropriate to do anything forcefully at this moment, lest it cause greater trouble.
He forcibly interrupted the operation of Hongmeng Parasitism Technique.
As his will was transmitted, the surging bloody wave seemed to have received an order,
It began to recede in an instant, quickly dissipating like a tide, leaving only silence.
On this land soaked in blood, Yang San lay quietly,
His face was as pale as paper, his breath had been completely cut off, and he had obviously lost all signs of life.
The pond next to him, as red as blood, was gradually fading at this moment.
Eventually it returned to its former glory, as if nothing had ever happened.
And in the sky, the eye of thunder condensed and ready to strike,
After some careful exploration, it seemed that nothing unusual was found.
In the end, it slowly dissipated into the invisible, leaving only a faint thunder echoing in the empty sky and earth.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until not long after, a rush of footsteps broke the tranquility.
Several figures in monks' costumes came in a hurry, with a bit of eagerness and vigilance on their faces.
If Yang San were still alive at this moment, he would definitely be able to recognize these at a glance as the management monks in the casino.
As soon as these monks stepped into this area, they immediately found Yang San lying on the ground.
One of them was a big man with a beard and a burly figure.
He quickly stepped forward, squatted down, stretched out his hand to detect Yang San's breath,
Then a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, with a bit of ridicule and disdain in his tone:
"Hmph, I originally thought about sending this loser to the mountains to mine, but I didn't expect that he would die here first. It's really unlucky."
After saying that, he stood up and glanced around, seeming to be looking for some clues.
The other monks gathered around and looked at Yang San's body.
Another monk frowned, with some doubts in his eyes.
He asked in a deep voice: "What was the cause of Yang San's death? Can you tell?"
After saying that, he turned his eyes to the bearded man.
Hearing this, the big man squatted down to investigate: "He should have cut off his heart and committed suicide."
"You can see that his face is calm and shows no sign of struggle. It's obvious that he has made up his mind."
He shook his head again and tutted, his tone full of disdain.
"I never expected that Yang San would be so heartless. A mere fish pond would lead him to a dead end."
"Originally, I thought he was a tough guy. No matter whether it was coercion or inducement, he would stick to the fish pond. I thought he was a great person."
The big man continued, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I didn't expect that he was just a gambling addict after all, and a vulnerable coward."
"After losing the fish pond, I couldn't bear the blow and chose to commit suicide."
The monk did not respond. After a moment, he slowly spoke: "Is there really a spiritual vein under the pond?"
Hearing this, the big man nodded and his expression became serious: "It is indeed true. I have personally investigated it and there is nothing wrong with it."
Hearing this, the monk nodded again, with a glimmer of light flashing in his eyes: "In that case, we have to act quickly. Seal the fish pond first to ensure that the secret is not leaked."
At this point, he glanced at Yang San on the ground, with a hint of indifference and determination in his tone: "As for this gambler, just find a place to bury him."
Hearing this, the big man smiled and patted the monk on the shoulder: "Brother is still soft-hearted and always so compassionate."
"Don't worry, I will handle it properly and never let this coward be picked up by wild dogs."
After saying that, he turned around and ordered his men to prepare tools and begin to deal with Yang San's body.
…
The wind is blowing, among the wild woods.
As soon as the bearded man left the burial place with his men, a monk followed quietly behind him.
This monk was wrapped in black robes, with his hood lowered.
The entire face was hidden in shadow, only a pair of shining eyes were exposed.
His skin was as dry as tree bark, as if he were a walking mummy.
But his hands were as hard and powerful as cast steel.
The simple wild tomb dug by the big man was dug out together with the straw mat covering it with a few moves by the monk.
The monk gently exhaled a breath, and there was a trace of unnoticeable excitement in his voice:
"He is still a real person. It seems that I can refine a good silver corpse again..."
At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew past him, making the monk shiver involuntarily.
He quickly opened the straw mat, revealing the lifeless body underneath. But the sight in front of him made his heart suddenly tighten. He could only see the corpse's mouth, ears, nose, eyes and other seven orifices.
A series of blood vessels like tree roots actually extended out, and these blood vessels penetrated deeply into the soil.
It seems to be absorbing the nutrients of the earth, and it looks extremely eerie and terrifying.
A strong sense of fear arose in the monk's heart. He swallowed and his voice trembled:
"What kind of magic skill did this guy practice? He would have such a strange death..."
But then, he suppressed the fear in his heart and snorted: "I'm so scared! I have come into contact with so many corpses, how can I still be afraid of a dead person?"
He carefully leaned down, trying to break off the strange blood vessels extending from the seven orifices of the corpse.
However, no matter how hard he tried, these blood vessels seemed to be made of steel.
It was extremely hard, and his hands ached from the prolonged exertion.
"What a weird thing..."
The monk's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.
He took out a long sword without belief and tried to cut at those blood vessels again.
But even the magic weapon only left a few shallow marks on the blood vessels, and then several gaps appeared due to being unable to withstand it.
"Grandma, what kind of evil thing is this!"
The monk cursed secretly in his heart. Just when he was about to give up, grease his soles and run away,
But suddenly I heard a rush of footsteps coming from outside the forest, as if someone was approaching.
His heart tightened, and he guessed that the other party might have been attracted by the sound of him slashing with the magic weapon just now.
Just when he was about to turn around and flee, those blood vessels that were still deeply embedded in the soil,
It quickly wrapped around his body like a living creature.
"Take me away." A sudden voice sounded in his mind, making him tense up and sweating.
At the same time, a strong and suffocating smell of blood penetrated into his nostrils, almost suffocating him.
The monk wanted to refuse, but he felt those greasy and moist blood vessels tightly wrapped around his neck.
As long as he exerts a little force, he may die on the spot.
He sighed helplessly and could only tremblingly pick up the body underneath him.
He took heavy steps and started running towards the opposite direction of Buddha City.
…
Outside the Buddhist and Taoist city, there is a wilderness about three hundred miles away from the city.
Although it is inaccessible, there are still some small villages where mortals live.
Most of these places are relatives of monks in Buddhist and Taoist cities.
Perhaps because of their shallow cultivation or other reasons, they had difficulty establishing themselves in the city, so they lived in this relatively peaceful land.
Tongzhen is like this.
This was the place where the relatives of a Venerable lived thirty thousand years ago.
However, that venerable man has long since died, and his family has gone through countless ups and downs. It is difficult to find any monks with extraordinary talents among the clan members.
Over several generations, Tongzhen gradually became an ordinary village dominated by mortals.
Even if a monk appears occasionally, they are just novices who have just entered the path.
The night fell, and the stars were dotted until the sky gradually turned white.
At this moment, a monk quietly stepped into Tong Town carrying a stiff corpse on his back.
After entering the house, he gently placed the body on the ground.
Then an oil lamp was lit, and the dim yellow light swayed in the room, adding a bit of a strange atmosphere.
The monk stood next to the corpse, staring at it with complex eyes, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. he
The monk's name is Tong Shucheng. He is a direct descendant of the venerable in Tong Town. However, his family's skills have been lost for many years.
The only thing Tong Shucheng could rely on was a copy of the secret technique handed down from his grandfather.
Although this technique was unorthodox, it also opened a door to the world of monks for him.
On weekdays, Tong Shucheng relies on this side skill.
Dig the graves of those monks to obtain some cultivation resources or.
Today, he relied on his keen sense of the aura of death to track down the place where the big man buried his body.
I want to take this opportunity to refine a zombie again to enhance my strength.
However, things in the world are unpredictable, and he never expected that what he dug up would be such a strange existence.
At this moment, Tong Shucheng's heart was filled with regret and fear.
After gently placing the body on his back on the bed, Tong Shucheng's legs trembled involuntarily.
He turned around suddenly and fell to his knees, with a hint of crying in his voice:
"Senior...Junior really didn't mean it...please be noble and spare my life..."
However, after a long time, the body still did not move at all.
He waited for a while and then raised his head.
But he found that the body had lost its vitality, was cold all over, and was no different from a corpse.
Tong Shucheng secretly thought about how to get rid of this strange corpse and throw it as far away as possible.
However, when he reached out and touched his neck, there were real blood marks left.
This discovery made his heart suddenly tighten.
"Are you dead or not...or did you use some secret method to restrain your aura?"
Tong Shucheng frowned. After weighing it repeatedly, he secretly decided:
"If nothing unusual happens in the next day, I will refine this corpse into a zombie..."
"Wealth is found in danger. If something does happen, we can only adapt to circumstances."
After making up his mind, Tong Shucheng sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to practice.
Time passed quietly like running water, until the sky gradually darkened, he slowly opened his eyes.
He looked back and saw that the body was still lying quietly on the bed, as cold as ever, without any change.
It was as if what he encountered today was just an illusion.
However, the clear blood marks on his neck reminded him that all of this was really happening.
"It seems that he is really dead..."
Tong Shucheng thought secretly in his heart, and then a feeling of excitement arose spontaneously.
"This guy must be a high-level real person... maybe even a real king... If I can refine him into a zombie, my strength will definitely increase by leaps and bounds, several times!"
Thinking of this, Tong Shucheng couldn't help but feel excited.
He walked to the window, looked up at the bright full moon, and smiled at the corner of his mouth:
"What a great day for corpse refining..."
When he lowered his head, he unexpectedly discovered several peach trees in the courtyard that were still full of green.
It has completely withered, and the surrounding vegetation is also withered.
"What's going on..." Tong Shucheng frowned, but something didn't feel right.
In this season, when the vegetation should be at its most vigorous, why can it wither?
He went out and touched the peach tree,
The next moment, the peach tree flew into ashes and turned into black powder and debris, flying away with the wind. (End of chapter)