After driving the corpse 9 years ago, it was suddenly discovered that it was a fairy

Chapter 96
[Within three months, the remains of Patriarch Qingshan will be driven to the Xishen Pavilion. 】

Seeing the words "Xishen Pavilion", Bian Lang was really confused.

From the world of martial arts to the world of immortals, does Xishen Pavilion still exist?
Now up and down Mount Shu, they must hate Bian Lang to the bone.

But Bian Lang wanted the body of Patriarch Qingshan, and believed that Shushan would not stop him.

Even if another patriarch chooses to go out of the mountain, he will just chop it with an axe.

Judging from the map given by Brother Shi, the distance between Shushan Mountain and Xishen Pavilion is very far.

Bian Lang immediately left the foggy forest and went straight to Shushan.

At this moment, Shushan was shrouded in endless sadness.

The ancestor and the head of the sect died at the same time, and the blow to Shushan was very terrifying.

The elders of Shushan have decided that after the funeral, Yan Mo, Qiu Wuwei's only apprentice, will take over as the head.

Yan Mo's heart was full of hatred, and he vowed to avenge his ancestor and mentor.

However, such words, in the ears of all the disciples, are big words and empty words.

The ancestors couldn't catch Bian Lang's axe, so what could they do?
Even if there are thousands of troops and horses coming to Bian Lang, they will probably be swept away by Bian Lang with an axe.

At this moment, Yan Mo was dressed in hemp and filial piety, kneeling in front of the spirits of his ancestor and master, and he was actually very excited.

As long as you become the head of the sect, you can practice in the forbidden area exclusive to the head of the sect, and you can use various cultivation resources at will.

At that time, his cultivation base will definitely improve by leaps and bounds.

In fact, whether to take revenge or not is not important at all, the important thing is to put the words there so that the elders will support him as the head.

Nothing is more important than making yourself stronger.

"Eldest brother, it's not good." A disciple suddenly rushed into the mourning hall in a panic.

Yan Mo didn't get up, still closed his eyes and prayed, but asked coldly: "What's the matter?"

Even if the sky falls, you can't be rude in the mourning hall.

"That corpse chaser is here again." The disciple tremblingly said.

Hearing the words, Yan Mo collapsed to the ground, and asked in a creaking voice, "What did you say?"

"The corpse chaser is at the foot of the mountain. Let us give him the body of the ancestor within a stick of incense, otherwise he will wash Shushan with blood." The disciple's face was pale.

All the disciples who saw Bian Lang chopping up the ancestor and the sect leader still had nightmares to this day. Seeing Bian Lang made them feel more scared than seeing black and white impermanence.

Yan Mo recovered a little and tried to stand up, but his legs were still shaking.

Several elders walked in quickly at this moment, their faces very solemn.

"Yan Mo, what are you going to do?"

"What else can I do? The ancestor was chopped off by Bian Lang, and now I can only hand over the remains of the ancestor.

"Yes, the ancestor couldn't protect us during his lifetime, but it would be nice if he could protect us after death."

"How can you be sure that after handing over the body of the ancestor, the waves over there will let us go?"

"Otherwise what do you say?"

Several elders argued very fiercely.

But at the end of the fight, they were all silent.

After all, Shushan is also one of the four major schools of cultivating immortals, and its strength is firmly at the top of the four schools, but now it has been made a joke of the whole continent by a little-known corpse exorcist.

Everyone wants to fight for Shushan again, but who can do it?
Even the patriarch who is still retreating now, even if he leaves the seclusion now, he might end up the same as Patriarch Qingshan.

Yan Mo looked at the elders and said in a deep voice: "Elders, if you hand over the remains of our ancestors, we may still have a way out, but if we don't follow, I'm afraid Shushan will perish today."

Those elders who didn't want to hand over the remains of their ancestors knew well that their only choice was to hand over the remains.

Where there is life, there is hope.

If the entire Shu Mountain is destroyed today because of the remains of the ancestors, they are undoubtedly the sinners of the Shu Mountain.

"Yan Mo, you are in charge of this matter." The opinions of the elders quickly reached a consensus.

Yan Mo nodded, and ordered people to carry the coffin of Qingshan Patriarch, and quickly descended the mountain.

at the foot of the mountain.

Bian Lang is lighting a fire, and it looks like he wants to barbecue.

Bian Lang was quite surprised when he saw the disciples of Shu Mountain bringing down the coffin, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to bring down the corpse so quickly, you are indeed a group of dutiful sons."

Facing Bian Lang's ridicule, many Shushan disciples were silent.

No one dared to fight back, for fear that opening their mouth would be the last time in this life.

Yan Mo came to Bian Lang in a few steps, and said in a deep voice: "We can give you the ancestor's body..."

Bian Lang suddenly stood up, and asked with a smile: "From the tone of your voice, it seems that you still have conditions?"

"Please don't embarrass us anymore." Yan Mo gritted his teeth in hatred, but he had to give in.

Now it is possible to be a hero once, but only once.

As time goes by, people in later generations will always remember that Bian Lang destroyed the entire Shu Mountain by himself.

Bian Lang said: "As long as you are obedient, I will naturally not make things difficult."

While speaking, he extinguished the fire that had just started, came to the side of the coffin, and opened it.

The person lying in the coffin is the Qingshan Patriarch.

The two halves of Patriarch Qingshan's body were only joined together, not stitched together.

Bian Lang said speechlessly: "Just say that you are unfilial sons, and you don't even know how to sew up the ancestor's body."

"I'm really not filial to wait." Yan Mo thought in his heart that one day, when Lao Tzu tramples your dog's head under his feet, he will be the greatest filial piety to his ancestors and master.

But these words must not be said.

Bian Lang smiled, picked up the coffin, and strode away.

Yan Mo clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were beating with anger, he turned around and said, "Everyone must remember the feeling at this moment, one day, we will pay back twice as much."

"Yes." Everyone responded in unison.

All the elders stood on a high place, and they were very pleased to see this scene.

Yan Mo was born to be the master.

After leaving Shushan, Bian Lang put down the coffin, took out the corpse of Qingshan Patriarch from inside, took out a needle and thread, and sewed it casually.

He was very bad at needlework, but if he just sewed the two halves together, he could still do it.

As a corpse chaser, one must be able to sew corpses.

It didn't take long for Bian Lang to sew the two halves of the corpse together.

Although the stitches are ugly, no matter how Patriarch Qingshan jumps, his body will not be split in half again.

There was a stream next to it. Bian Lang washed his hands and lit the fire again.

On the way to Shushan, I killed a fat rabbit, which happened to be roasted for dinner.

When it was dark, Bian Lang used a magic talisman to control the corpse of Patriarch Qingshan, and drove the corpse on the road.

The corpse of Patriarch Qingshan is not interesting, what is interesting is the scene of asking for the corpse from Shushan.

There were no accidents in this chase.

Bian Lang walked very fast, and in less than a month, he had already appeared near the Xishen Pavilion.

The Xishen Pavilion in the previous martial arts world was located in the center of the death swamp, in order to prevent people in the world from hacking the Xishen Pavilion.

But the Xishen Pavilion in this world is located on a high cliff.

Ascending the high cliff, you can hear the sound of rumbling water.

(End of this chapter)