Heroes of invincible immortal mod

Chapter 423 Taixu (Complete)
The night is deep and everything is silent.

The grassland turned pitch black after being burned by the raging fire, and the stream flowing in the valley was dyed red, reflecting the enchanting moon.

Corpses, broken limbs, weapons, and other debris were piled up on the hillside.

The red, blue and green flags had different patterns on them, lions, tigers, dragons and phoenixes, and looked majestic, but now they have become torn rags and are worthless.

The Taoist world has been at war for years and no one knows how long it has been going on. The living have long since become numb, while the dead are at peace.

An old man wearing a straw raincoat pushed a wooden cart and threw the corpse wrapped in white cloth into the dug pit. He buried it with a wooden shovel and finally patted the pit a few times to make it firm.

Some of these people were dressed in gorgeous clothes, and they must be princes and nobles; some were wearing golden armor and holding swords, and had strong physiques, and they might be generals and marquises; but most of them were half-naked civilians, with bones and flesh mixed together.

But now they are all piled together, with no distinction between high and low.

The moonlight was too dim to make out the corpse mover's expression, but judging by his equal actions, he probably didn't treat the corpses of different identities any differently.

"Hmph, clang!"

The corpse mover dug a new pit, but encountered an obstacle and he immediately frowned.

There are very few large metal weapons in these wild mountains and graveyards. Even if there are some swords, they have been corroded beyond recognition.

He continued digging downwards, and a vermilion coffin emerged from the black soil. When he knocked on it, it made a sound like metal and was extremely hard.

There was no choice but to dig around the edges. The entire coffin was revealed. It was a giant mahogany coffin about three meters long. It looked very old. It had been cut by knives and burned by fire, and was even corroded by black sticky substances.

The corpse movers had seen all kinds of coffins, but never such an evil tomb.

After thinking about it, he felt that it would be better not to move, so he shoveled a few shovels of soil, trying to cover it up.

But it was obviously too late. When the mahogany coffin was illuminated by the blood moon, incredible changes occurred. The strange wood that had been eroded by time became brand new.

"Crench!"

The coffin was moved sideways and a person sat up from the coffin.

Dressed in a simple black cloth robe, he is just an ordinary person, one of the common people.

But it is unusual. Could the guy who resurrected from such a coffin be a human?

His arms were resting on the wall of the coffin, and when the moonlight shone directly on his skin, it instantly turned into a crystal clear white bone, emitting a strong breath of the underworld.

"You dug me out?"

The spirit in the coffin did not rush out, but retracted its arms and sat steadily in the distance, but asked. The voice was flat and neutral, a little hoarse, without the gloomy and tearing sound of the dead.

"It must be me. Look around this area of ​​dozens of miles. Is there anyone else alive besides me?"

The corpse mover was not nervous at all, and chatted with the corpse freely, but his hand slowly retracted into his sleeve to hold something, as he must have had such experience before.

Seeing that the other party was not afraid of coffins and supernatural things, the spirit in the coffin was a little surprised, but did not think much about it: "Where is this place? What era is it now?"

Seeing that the resurrected man from the netherworld had no ill intentions, the corpse mover gradually relaxed his vigilance, sat down against a giant black stone, lit a pipe, took a few puffs, and then explained: "It is under the jurisdiction of Yuanling City in the Snow Wasteland. This place is called Siji Mausoleum. As for the time, I don't know what year it was when you were alive. Now it is the 23rd year of the Dark Moon Era."

After hearing this, the spirit in the coffin fell into silence for a long time.

The corpse mover took two puffs and comforted him, "Time has changed. I know you must find it hard to accept your sudden awakening.

This is how the times are. I have seen many dead bones like you buried in graves. Now that you have a second chance at spiritual enlightenment, don't pursue the grudges of your past life. Just treat it as a new life."

After the resurrection of the Netherworld, there are often some residual memories, but they are suppressed by the cold soul fire of death. If you force yourself to recall your past life, you will only become a corpse controlled by obsession. The corpse mover gave such advice, and it seems that he has indeed seen many such resurrected bodies.

The spirit in the coffin was stunned for a moment, but laughed a little. He never thought that one day someone would come to teach him about the ways of the underworld.

However, he knew his own situation. Once he became a saint, he transcended the mundane world and to some extent had restored his physical body. Even if he was facing the dark moon directly in the underworld, he could control the changes in his bone body.

According to what the corpse mover said, he probably already understood the passage of time.

Terror revives, Dark Moon Chronicles, Year 23. The Dao Realm falls into eternal night, with the duration of light lasting no more than three hours a day. The dead ghosts in the cemeteries resurrect, and the netherworld returns to the living world.

No wonder the corpse movers are not afraid of his resurrection. They must have seen such scenes many times.

It’s just strange that I’ve never heard of the name of this place. Could it be that it’s not in the East Pole, but somewhere else?

"What is your name? If you want to forget the past, why not come up with a new one!"

"I haven't forgotten, Gao Hao!"

The corpse mover frowned and muttered, "Gao Hao? Why does this name sound familiar? Could it be the same celebrity as before?"

After thinking for a long time, the corpse mover stopped worrying: "No matter how evil you were in the past, or how good you were, it's all in the past. Since you have returned to the world of the living as a seed of the underworld, and you still have such spiritual wisdom, you should follow your heart and live in this world of the living."

Being able to be buried in a strange coffin, with such high intelligence, but without any fluctuations in Dao Qi, the corpse mover thought that it was a corpse ghost whose soul fire had been completely transformed, and it was a superior figure. Even among the Netherworld troops, it was at least a ghost general-level embryo, and it was possible to even reach the Dao seed level.

"Oh? A skeleton like me is lucky not to be hunted down. Can the world accept this?" "You have been gone for too long. The world is in chaos now. The eternal night has arrived. Ghosts are everywhere. It is normal for the living and the dead to coexist in the Yin City. Even the top immortal dynasties and demon sects are recruiting ghost forces. They only follow orders and not announcements. They form their own factions and have great power."

The world of the Netherworld is indeed in the late stage of the Terror Revival. It is unexpected that it has become like this in the 23rd year of the Era. It seems that the world has become chaotic too quickly and the order of the Immortal Dynasty has collapsed.

"In that case, could you please tell me more about some forces so that I can have a better idea and decide which one to join?"

Hearing Gao Hao's question, the corpse mover instantly became interested. He hid his body in the smoke, held his pipe in the air, and talked about the heroes of the world.

"In the north of the sky, the Snow Witch revived the thousands of miles of ice. Although there was a coffin sealed by ice and snow and the ghost body of the ancient witch, it was still complacent and did not think about making progress. When the enemy came to the city, it was too late to regret.
In the south of the earth, there are wild and wild places, strange beasts are rampant, and there are shadow prisons lurking for opportunities. The land of war often attracts the netherworld species, but they don't know that they are also the food on the plate of others;

In the West Hanhai, the divine power has fallen, the Demon Cult has taken over, chaos has risen again, and it is hard to find living creatures. Even the Netherworld Dao Seeds think they are kind people here, which is ridiculous.

In the Eastern Pole, the Immortal Dynasty has fallen, the Holy Warrior has hidden himself from the world, the Mirage is the thief, there is no leader, and civil strife continues. It has long lost its former fortune of being as powerful as a tiger, and is gradually going downhill.

As for the other blessed places, each has its own merits, but they are also waiting for the opportunity. At best, they are just larger insects, rats and ants, and there is no need to be afraid! "

Gao Hao smiled and said, "Hearing what you said, aren't all the heroes in the world just ordinary people, with no one capable of achieving great things? Then how can we survive this terrifying world?"

The corpse mover pointed to a place not far away and said, "Not far from here is the Siji Mausoleum, a famous place for the dead to rest. If you want to find a force to rely on in this world, I think this is a good place."

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Gao Hao walked out of the coffin, his body covered by a black robe. Only a pair of dark red ghost eyes were visible in the darkness, with nine pupils flashing inside.

"Since you recommend me like this, could it be that you are affiliated with this power?"

The corpse mover waved his hands and said, "You are wrong. I have been carrying the dead all over the world. I just happened to pass by here.

The night was cold and silent, the war was continuous, and there were many tragic scenes like this. Only in the area under his jurisdiction, the living world was peaceful, the underworld was orderly, people behaved like humans, and ghosts had their own homes.

This alone is enough for trust."

Gao Hao looked around and found that although the battlefield was brutal, most of it happened a long time ago, and there were not many new corpses. There were also planned places for the dead to rest in peace.

The corpse mover was right, the governor here at least has respect for the dead.

"Well, please show me the way, I will go there with you."

The corpse mover put out his cigarette, blew a whistle, and a cow came running from somewhere. He jumped on the cow's back and started walking.

"Since we are destined to meet today, I will put aside some of my work and take you with me."

Gao Hao didn't waste any words and followed Lao Niu at full speed.

There were hills one after another, and it seemed that the journey was slow, but in fact, Gao Hao used the method of "a short distance makes the world far away", and the two of them could cover several miles in one breath.

"You have dug me out today, which is a favor. Do you want some reward?"

"Reward? Small pieces of silver, gold, rare wood and stone. These are things that we ordinary people value, but they are not worth mentioning to a great man like you."

The ground was flat under his feet and the clouds and mist were rolling. The corpse mover also saw that Gao Hao was extraordinary.

"You may be able to give me fame, wealth, gold, silver, and the chancellorship of a king or general, but what use are they to me? If I really coveted them, I wouldn't be carrying corpses in this desolate mountain, and I wouldn't be able to meet you. I'm used to the world of life and death, and everything has become nothingness. If you really want to thank me, just bow to me."

"We have arrived. This is the Siji Mausoleum. All living beings are in the midst of war. Life is worthless. Go and continue your unfinished work."

"Cow, let's go!"

After saying this, the corpse mover lay down, walked away in a leisurely manner, and after a moment his figure almost disappeared.

Gao Hao glanced at the magical power that had stopped, bowed silently, and kowtowed towards the place where the corpse mover left.

"Bow your head and worship the corpse for sacrifice, and the clouds of eternity will pass by in the sky!"

Gao Hao turned around, climbed to the top of the mountain, took off his hood, revealing his will-o'-the-wisp eyes, and took in the huge city in front of him.

A territory of ten miles, a palace of a hundred ghosts, a thousand graves and countless tombs, Xuan Ji's thoughts are quietly waiting for her old friend.

Xiya had his instructions, so she naturally had to control the overall situation. But she acted recklessly as a demon, so she returned to her hometown and waited.

Maybe it will take a hundred years, maybe a thousand years, just to protect this foundation for him.

It is called Ji Siling today, and was called Yuanyou in ancient times!
The moment Gao Hao appeared, in a mausoleum soaked in a pool of blood, a peerless and beautiful woman suddenly woke up, put on a red veil, rode on a blood phoenix, and flew out of the tower. Her eyes were full of joy, astonishment, and relief.

At the same time, the whole city was boiling. The sleeping world of the dead seemed to be ignited by the Yin Fire. Countless ghosts walked out of their tombs and looked up at the sky.

Millions of skeletons dominate, zombies fly into the sky and are immortal, paper figures and dark lanterns cause trouble; ghost messengers arrest souls and enslave corpses, painted skins confuse the world and poison spirits, ghost generals roam the world; bone dragons and ghost phoenixes spread their wings and fly high, lighting up the dark clouds of extinction.

Such a vast and terrifying army of the underworld is an absolute force in this scene, but no one can fully control it.

Until now, all ghosts bowed their heads, and the underworld submitted: "Master!"

The terrifying revival has only just begun!
(End of this chapter)