Yunmeng Peak

Chapter 132 Chapter 130

"Master, where is the elder brother?"

Hearing this, the black-haired middle-aged man took out a talisman, and with the infusion of spiritual energy, the talisman flew out of the cave by itself.

"My magic power is at a critical moment, and I can't get rid of it. The three of you follow this talisman, and you will definitely rescue your senior brother!"

The three black-robed demon cultivators kneeling on the ground nodded, then quickly turned into light and shadow, and rushed out of the cave.

After a while, the three figures disappeared into the cave. The black-haired middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the futon frowned, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Damn it, you're still making trouble for me at this time!"

As soon as the words fell, he closed his eyes, started to practice his skills, and continuously absorbed the magic energy in the black crystal in his hand.

In Yunwu Town, Shanshi Village, Cheng Qifeng looked at the burly zombie in front of him who was glaring at him, with a strange look in his eyes.

"There is still a trace of consciousness in this zombie!"

In the process of such a flash of thought, a strange idea came into Qi Feng's mind, and several lights flashed in his eyes.

Turning his head and looking tens of feet away, a strange color flashed in the eyes of the black-robed Moxiu who was still persisting, and then he increased the input of spiritual power and consciousness to the sword formation, and suddenly the sword formation not only The attack is several times stronger, and the speed is also much faster.

Seeing this situation, Cheng Qifeng put away the iron feather fan in his hand.

Roads of faint blue flames continuously gushed out from Cheng Qifeng's body and gathered in the palm of his right hand.

In less than a few breaths, all the blue flames in his body gushed out, and a blue fireball condensed on his right hand.

Cheng Qifeng looked at the strangely colored fireball in his hand, and several lights flashed in his eyes.

Raising his head, he looked at the pile of corpses behind the black-robed Moxiu, and the vigorous murderous aura hidden in his body was continuously revealed.

The burly zombie who was hammering the khaki light curtain felt the murderous aura on Cheng Qifeng's body, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. He stopped punching heavily in his hand, lowered his head, and looked at the strangely-colored scepter in the man's hand in front of him. Fireball felt a little uneasy.

This feeling made the strong zombie very uncomfortable, making it hammer the light curtain even harder.

In the distance, with the attack of the three long swords, it finally shattered the last khaki light protecting him in front of the black-robed monk.

Now there is only the blue shield left in front of the black-robed monk, Cheng Qifeng seized this opportunity, waved his right hand, and threw the fireball in his hand at the black-robed demon.

In less than a few breaths, on the other side of the battlefield, the Orchid fireball was within a few feet of the black-robed demon cultivator. Only then did he react, and quickly used the blue shield in front of him to block the fireball. through the road.

"Bang!"
The fireball exploded with great power, and the blue shield in front of the black-robed Moxiu was knocked away more than ten meters away. He himself was blown to the ground by the aftermath of the fireball, and blood spewed out of his mouth continuously.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Qifeng was surprised, and said inwardly: "It is indeed the secret method recorded in the burning fire art!"

After a while, the three long swords surrounding the black-robed Moxiu also pierced directly into his body following Cheng Qifeng's control.

It wasn't until Cheng Qifeng couldn't detect the breath of the black-clothed monk that he called the three long swords back to his side.

At the same time, just as the aura of the black-robed demon cultivator dissipated, the burly zombie suddenly froze, as if he had been seriously injured, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

The strong zombie looked at the figure in the light curtain in front of him, his eyes were full of fear, and he roared at Cheng Qifeng.

Bracing the injuries on his body, he stood up and prepared to escape backwards.

Inside the light curtain, Cheng Qifeng looked at such a strong zombie, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes, and the three long swords formed a sword formation again, and killed the fleeing zombie.

"Clang! clang! clang!"

Because the strong zombie did not resist, the three long swords drove straight in, directly from its back, and penetrated into the body of the zombie that was about to escape. However, it was not killed by the sword array, but its body shook, and its body exuded breath It is extremely weak, obviously, although it is not dead now, it is not feeling well.

Seeing this scene, a strange color flashed in Cheng Qifeng's eyes, his heart was full of interest, after a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth and said calmly.

"Will you submit or die?"

Ever since he entered Yunmeng Mountain and met Cheng Yuanjie, Cheng Qifeng wanted to have a spirit beast of his own.

In the world of cultivating immortals, many wealthy monks usually raise a monster as their helper. Although it is extremely difficult for monsters to break through the realm, and it often takes decades to break through a small realm, the strength of the monster is also It is obvious to all, so many monks will still raise a monster with good talent.

Although the zombie in front of me is a magic cultivator, many orthodox monks also have this thing. After all, zombies can also indirectly improve their combat power. In the eyes of monks, there is not much difference between a zombie and a monster. If you don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, you won't be held accountable by other decent monks.

When Cheng Qifeng's words reached the ears of the burly zombie, its eyes were filled with anger, and it kept roaring up to the sky.

Seeing this, Cheng Qifeng on the side raised the corners of his mouth, Xian obviously understood what he said, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he murmured to himself.

"If you really have spiritual consciousness, this is actually a spiritual zombie!"

Zombies are also a type of zombies, except that the former have a mind and a consciousness of their own. Generally, zombies have not weak talents.

As for the latter, it is just a thing with only killing in its eyes, even if it is subdued by monks, it is just a puppet, and it will be difficult to advance to a higher level in the future.

After dozens of breaths, a trace of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the burly zombie, he kept roaring in a low voice, and lowered his head in the direction of Cheng Qifeng.

Cheng Qifeng looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes froze, but he didn't stop the attacks around him, instead he waved his arms again, controlling the sword formation to penetrate into its body again.

Ling Zang, who expressed his surrender, was attacked by himself, and the anger in his heart could not be suppressed. He opened his bloody mouth and kept howling at Cheng Qifeng inside the light curtain.

Turning around to resist the attack of the surrounding sword array, he rushed directly to Cheng Qifeng's direction, but was stopped by the light curtain.

Unexpectedly, the frightening force erupted from the stiff head, and the last khaki light curtain was quietly shattered under its heavy fist, but it was also scarred by the three long swords and fell limp on the ground. , although there is no ability to resist, but the eyes are full of unwillingness.

Cheng Qifeng looked at the Lingzang on the ground jokingly, walked slowly to Lingzang's side, raised his left foot, and stepped directly on Lingzang's head on the ground.

"Roar……"

A weak roar continued to come from the mouth of Lingzhi who was paralyzed on the ground.

After a while, Cheng Qifeng's expression froze, a cyan light flashed, and a small gash appeared on the little finger of his right hand, and a small drop of blood was squeezed out. Under his control, the drop of blood slowly It flew towards the weak and stiff forehead at its feet.

Seeing this scene, Ling Zang under his feet was full of resistance, but his head was trampled and his body was riddled with holes by the long sword, so he couldn't move at all.

After a while, the drop of blood smoothly entered its forehead, and the stiff head under Cheng Qifeng's feet also became silent.

Seeing this, Cheng Qifeng raised the corners of his mouth, and quickly sat down cross-legged, closing his eyes tightly.

After half a stick of incense, Cheng Qifeng, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground in the central area of ​​Shanshi Village, opened his eyes, looked at the zombie lying on the ground, let out a long sigh, and a glint of joy flashed in his eyes.

As early as when he beheaded the black-robed demon cultivator, he knew that the black-robed demon cultivator did not control the spirit zombie through a blood contract, and this gave Cheng Qifeng the idea of ​​subduing the spirit zombie.

Once the Blood Pact is cast on creatures such as monsters or zombies, as long as the owner dies, they will die as well.

On the contrary, if the monster or zombie is dead, the owner will only be seriously injured due to the backlash!
After a while, Cheng Qifeng injected the few spiritual powers in his body towards the unconscious spirit.

After half a cup of tea, in the center of Shanshi Village, before the hundreds of corpses, stood two figures.

"These magicians really deserve to die!"

Immediately, a fireball appeared in Cheng Qifeng's hand, and he waved his hand and threw it at the pile of corpses in front of him.

Turning his head to look at the greedy eyes of Ling Zhi next to him, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and with a movement of consciousness in his mind, he used a special method to make Ling Zhi beside him have a splitting headache.

After dozens of breaths, Cheng Qifeng stopped, looked into the embarrassed eyes of the soul beside him, and opened his mouth.

"If you dare to show such a look in the future, you don't need to live in this world!"

Ling Zhuang, who was full of anger in his heart, heard this, recalled the pain in his head before, and was full of fear, so he nodded nonuo.

After a while, Cheng Qifeng strolled to the body of the lifeless old man in black robe, and waved his hands to remove the two storage bags hanging from his waist.

Cheng Qifeng looked at the two storage bags in his hand but was not interested. He spent a lot of time on the corpse before he found what he was looking for, the "Juyin coffin".

Turning his head to look at Ling Zang beside him, a strange color flashed in his eyes, a bad taste suddenly came to his heart, and he ordered.

"This corpse is for you!"

After finishing speaking, he strolled towards the outside of Shanshi Village on his own.

Cheng Qifeng didn't notice, the eyes of Lingzhuo behind him were full of surprises, it didn't know why his new owner let it eat meat, after all, it was taught a lesson just because it wanted to eat meat, until it couldn't see Cheng Qifeng's figure , It just opened its bloody mouth, and threw itself on the body of the black-robed Moxiu to eat.

After a while, the sturdy Lingzang followed.

Cheng Qifeng glanced at it beside him and saw that it was covered with sword marks and blood, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Be careful to keep your body clean in the future!"

After finishing speaking, without saying too much, he waved his hand and put it into the Yin-gathering coffin around his waist.

After this task was done, Cheng Qifeng dispelled the disguise on his body, restored his handsome appearance as before, turned into a blue light and shadow and ran towards the distance.

At the same time, a dozen miles away, three black-robed demon cultivators suddenly stopped and picked up the spirit talisman that had lost its aura from the ground, their eyes filled with panic.

This magic talisman meant that their elder brother was dead, and this breath-chasing talisman could not trace the breath.

Half a day later, Cheng Qifeng returned to the General Affairs Hall of Yunmeng Mountain, and explained the disappearance of the population to Cheng Xiangtai.

"There are magic cultivators in Pingyang County!"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Xiangtai waved a messenger talisman.

After a while, Cheng Qifeng raised his brows slightly, looked at Cheng Xiangtai at the counter in front of him, nodded, and then walked towards the second floor of Shuwu Hall.

"Is there really a magic cultivator in Qifeng Pingyang County?"

When Cheng Qifeng heard the words, he nodded, and then he took out the three-soul demon head banner made by the demon cultivator from the storage bag, handed it over, and spoke.

"Master Jiu, look at this!"

After a while, Cheng Yuan first looked at the black banner in his hand, with a solemn expression, and sighed to himself.

"Could it be that there are monks from the Luoyang Kingdom who have received the inheritance from the Demon Lord thousands of years ago?"

When Cheng Qifeng heard the words, he turned his head to look at the black banner, and several lights flashed in his eyes.

Thousands of years ago, there appeared in Luoyang Kingdom a Demon Cultivator of Golden Core Stage, whose strength was extremely terrifying.

Relying on his strong strength, he has recruited many cultivators who love to kill as disciples in Luoyang Country. If so, that would be great.

However, that golden core demon cultivator led his disciples to kill and sacrifice a large number of ordinary people, and refined a lot of magic weapons for his disciples.

Such blatant arouse the hatred of the three major Golden Core sects at that time, but the three Golden Core cultivators in the three major sects could not beat the Golden Core cultivator together, so they had to endure.

Decades later, that golden core demon cultivator also took root in Luoyang Kingdom, and even founded a sect with thousands of disciples.

During the period, the three major sects also approached the high-level monks among the orthodox monks to ask for help, but they were all rejected for the simple reason that they were not available.

Until another few decades, I don't know what the idea of ​​the Jindan stage demon cultivator directly sacrificed the entire county of Luoyang Kingdom in order to refine an extremely powerful magic weapon.

This kind of incident caused panic among the monks in Luoyang Kingdom. Seeing this situation, the three major sects immediately gathered a group of high-level spiritual objects and called on three righteous Golden Core monks from other surrounding countries.

The Golden Core Demon Cultivator who knew the situation not only did not stop, but wanted to sacrifice a large number of ordinary people. Seeing this, the six Golden Core Cultivators had no choice but to attack and kill the Golden Core Demon Cultivator who was in the process of making sacrifices .

A total of seven Golden Core cultivators from both sides fought for half a month before killing the Golden Core cultivator, but there was also a Golden Core cultivator who came to help and fell here.

After the golden core demon cultivator died, the three major sects violently killed most of the demon cultivators in Luoyang.

This battle lasted for decades, and many demon cultivators escaped from Luoyang Kingdom and survived.

For some reason, hundreds of years ago, there was a rumor in the world of cultivating immortals.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner made by that Golden Core demon back then was hidden in a place of inheritance, including the inheritance of his own skills.

As soon as such rumors spread, many foundation-establishing demon cultivators were attracted to Luoyang Kingdom. The place where the Jindan demon cultivators passed on was not found, but those demon cultivators were all killed by people from the three major sects.

(End of this chapter)