I searched for corpses in the Wuding River to extract entries

However, Yang San's humble prayer did not have any effect in the end.

In front of him, a crimson wave of blood suddenly surged.
With irresistible force, it completely devoured his entire body.

This is a drop of Hongmeng parasitic seed dropped by Xie Que, which evolved from the technique.

It contains several of Xie Que's thoughts, but it also has the complete effects of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art.

Xie Que's initial plan was to use this parasitic species as the source and begin to slowly extend his blood vessels.

Afterwards, let this destructive sea of ​​blood begin to spread wildly, devouring everything until the Mingguang Realm is reduced to nothingness.

But at this moment, with the activation of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art, there seemed to be a subtle movement between heaven and earth.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

The Eye of Heaven slowly gathered between the thunder, bringing with it a terrifying pressure as if the sky was falling.

"Not good!" Xie Que's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.

He keenly sensed that several extremely powerful auras were approaching rapidly.

That was the breath of the Lord of the Other Shore. They seemed to be attracted by the strange vision here and were rushing over.

At the same time, the invisible gaze of the Heavenly Dao seemed to be quietly focused here, attracted by the power of the world contained in the Hongmeng Parasitic Art.

"Hongmeng Parasitic Art is a forbidden technique that can overturn the universe and devour a world."

"The rhythm of the Dao of the world brought by its operation disturbed the Dao of Heaven too violently. I am afraid that it has already disturbed the dormant Dao of Heaven."

Xie Que's thoughts flashed like lightning, and he quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

"In this case, we should stop acting rashly and adopt the strategy of destroying the world."

"We need to plan slowly and secretly, so as not to be exposed too early and cause unnecessary trouble."

Xie Que pondered secretly in his heart, and his original eagerness was replaced by rationality.

Originally, Xie Que wanted to quickly devour the entire Mingguang Realm and migrate the countless living beings within it to the Maha Realm.

After all, with the vastness of the Maha Realm, it is more than enough to accommodate a population a hundred times the current one.

To accommodate those displaced souls and give them a new world.

However, the current changes forced him to temporarily shelve this plan and instead seek more covert and safer means.

Xie Que had never expected that the power of the Tao contained in the Hongmeng Parasitic Art was too great and he would encounter such an obstacle.

The blood flow that was supposed to spread silently to every corner of the world has been forced to come to an abrupt stop.

Faced with this sudden change, Xie Que was unwilling to accept it.
However, he also knew that it was not advisable to force anything at this moment, so as not to cause greater trouble.

He forcibly interrupted the operation of the Hongmeng Parasitic Art.

As his will was transmitted, the surging blood-red wave seemed to have received an order.
It instantly began to retreat, dissipating as quickly as the tide, leaving only silence.

On this land stained with blood, Yang Sanjing lay quietly.
His face was as pale as paper, his breath had completely stopped, and he had obviously lost any signs of life.

The blood-red pond beside him was gradually fading.

Eventually it returned to its former glory, as if nothing had ever happened.

And in the sky, the eye of thunder was gathering and ready to go.

After a careful investigation, nothing unusual seemed to be found.
Finally, it slowly dissipated into nothingness, leaving only a faint thunder echoing in the empty sky and earth.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until not long after, a burst of hurried footsteps broke the silence.

Several figures dressed in monk's clothes came hurriedly, with a look of anxiety and vigilance on their faces.

If Yang San were still alive at this moment, he would be able to recognize at a glance that these were 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, bearded man with a burly figure.
He walked forward quickly, squatted down, and reached out to feel Yang San's breath.
Then he sneered, his tone was full of sarcasm and disdain:
"Humph, I wanted to send this useless guy to the mountains to mine, but I didn't expect him to die here first. What bad luck."

After saying this, he stood up and looked around, as if looking for some clues.
The rest of the monks gathered around and looked at Yang San's body.

Another monk frowned, with a look of doubt in his eyes.
He asked in a deep voice: "What was the cause of Yang San's death? Can you tell?"

After saying this, he turned his gaze to the bearded man.

Hearing this, the big man squatted down to investigate: "He must have severed his own heart meridian, which is a self-destructive act."

"Look at his calm face. He doesn't seem to be struggling at all. It's obvious that he has made up his mind."

He shook his head again, tut- ...
"I never thought that Yang San was so heartless. A mere fish pond led him to his doom."

"I originally thought he was a tough guy. No matter how much he was threatened or bribed, he held on to the fish pond. I thought he was a great man."

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 coward who couldn't stand a single blow."

"After losing the fish pond, he 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: "Indeed, I have personally investigated it, and it cannot be wrong."

Hearing this, the monk nodded again, with a gleam in his eyes: "In that case, we must act quickly. First seal off this fish pond to ensure that the secret is not leaked."

At this point, he glanced at Yang San lying on the ground, and said with a bit of indifference and determination: "As for this gambler, let's find a place to bury him."

Hearing this, the big man smiled and patted the monk on the shoulder: "Brother, you are really kind-hearted. You are always so compassionate."

"Don't worry, I will handle it properly and will never let this coward be taken away by wild dogs."

After saying that, he turned around and told his men to prepare tools and start dealing with Yang San's body.

……

A chilly wind blows among the wild woods.

Just as the bearded man and his men left the burial site, a monk followed quietly behind them.

The monk was wrapped in a black robe with his hood lowered.
The whole face was hidden in the shadow, leaving only a pair of eyes gleaming with a faint light.

His skin was as dry as bark, and he looked like a walking mummy.

But his hands were as hard and strong as cast steel.

The simple wild tomb dug out by the big man was dug out along with the straw mat covering it with a few moves by the monk.

The monk exhaled lightly, a hint of barely perceptible excitement in his voice:

"It's still a real person. It looks like I can refine another good silver corpse..."

At this moment, a cold wind suddenly blew past him, causing the monk to shiver involuntarily.

He quickly pulled aside the straw mat, revealing the lifeless body underneath. But the sight before him made his heart tighten suddenly. He saw that the mouth, ears, nose, eyes and other seven orifices of the corpse were all covered with blood.
There are actually blood vessels extending out like tree roots, which are deeply embedded in the soil.

It seemed as if it was absorbing nutrients from the earth, and looked extremely eerie and terrifying.

A strong sense of fear surged in the monk's heart. He swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice:

"What kind of magic did this guy practice? He died in such a strange way..."

But then, he suppressed the fear in his heart and snorted, "What are you afraid of? I've come into contact with so many corpses, how could I be afraid of a dead person?"

He leaned down carefully, trying to break 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 so hard that his hands ached from the prolonged use of force.

"What a weird thing..."

The monk's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

Unconvinced, he took out a long sword and tried to cut the blood vessels again.
But even though it was a magical weapon, it only left a few shallow marks on the blood vessels, and then several gaps appeared because it could not bear the weight.

"Damn it, what the hell is this!"

The monk cursed inwardly. Just as he was about to give up and run away,

But suddenly, I heard hurried 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 as he was about to turn around and flee, the blood vessels that were originally deeply embedded in the soil,
It quickly wrapped around his body like a living thing.

"Take me away." A sudden voice sounded in his mind, making him instantly tense and sweating profusely.

At the same time, a suffocatingly strong smell of blood penetrated into his nasal cavity, almost suffocating him.

The monk wanted to refuse, but he felt those slippery and wet blood vessels tightly wrapped around his neck.
If he exerted even a little more force, he would probably die on the spot.

He sighed helplessly and could only tremble as he carried the body on his back.
He took heavy steps and began to run wildly in the opposite direction of Buddhist City.

……

Outside the Buddhist city, about 300 miles away from the city, there is a wilderness.
Although it is sparsely populated, there are still some small villages where mortals live.

Most of these places are relatives of monks in the Buddhist and Taoist cities;
They found it difficult to gain a foothold in the city due to their low level of cultivation or other reasons, so they lived in this relatively peaceful land.

Tongzhen, that's it.

This was where the relatives of a venerable lived 30,000 years ago.

However, that venerable master had long since passed away, and his family had gone through countless storms, and it was difficult to find any gifted cultivators among the clan members.

After several generations, Tong Town gradually became an ordinary village mainly populated by mortals.
Even if there are cultivators appearing occasionally, they are just novices who have just entered the path of Taoism.

The night fell, the stars twinkled, until the sky gradually turned pale.

At this moment, a monk quietly walked into Tong Town carrying a stiff corpse.

After entering the house, he gently placed the body on the ground.

Then an oil lamp was lit, and the dim light swayed in the house, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

The monk stood beside the corpse, staring at it with complicated eyes, feeling mixed emotions.
The monk's name is Tong Shucheng. He is considered to be the direct descendant of the Venerable Master of Tong Town, but his clan's skills have been lost for many years.
All Uncle Tong can rely on is a book of unconventional magic handed down from his grandfather.
Although this book of magic was unorthodox, it opened a door for him to the world of monks.

On weekdays, Tong Shucheng relies on this unconventional technique.

Dig up the tombs of those monks to obtain some cultivation resources or.

Today, he relied on his keen sense of death to track down the place where the big man buried the body.

He wanted to take this opportunity to refine a zombie again to enhance his own strength.

However, things are unpredictable, and he never expected that what he dug out would be such a strange creature.

At this moment, Tong Shucheng's heart was filled with regret and fear.

After gently placing the corpse on his back on the bed, Tong Shucheng's legs began to tremble involuntarily.

He turned around abruptly, fell to his knees, and cried a little:
"Senior... I really didn't mean it... Please be merciful and spare my life..."

However, after a long time, the body still did not move at all.
He waited for a long while before raising his head.

However, he found that the body had lost its vitality and was cold all over, no different from a corpse.

Tong Shucheng thought to himself that he wanted to get rid of this strange corpse, the farther away the better.

However, when he reached out and touched his neck, he actually saw bloodstains.

This discovery made his heart tighten suddenly.

"Is he dead or not... or did he use some secret method to restrain his aura?"

Tong Shucheng frowned, and after weighing the pros and cons, he secretly decided:
"If nothing unusual happens within the next day, I will refine this corpse into a zombie..."

"Wealth and honor are sought in danger. If something really happens, we can only adapt to the situation."

After making up his mind, Tong Shucheng sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, 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 the corpse still lying quietly on the bed, as cold as before, without any change.

It was as if what I encountered today was just an illusion.

However, the clear bloodstain on his neck reminded him that all this was real.

"It seems that he is really dead..."

Tong Shucheng pondered in his heart, and then a feeling of excitement arose spontaneously.

"This guy must be a high-level real person... maybe even a real monarch... If I can refine him into a zombie, my strength will surely increase by leaps and bounds, multiplying several times!"

Thinking of this, Uncle Tong Cheng couldn't help but feel his blood boiling.

He walked to the window, looked up at the bright full moon, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"What a great day for corpse refining..."

When he lowered his head, he unexpectedly discovered that several peach trees in the courtyard, which were originally lush and green,
It had completely withered, and the surrounding vegetation was also dead.

"What's going on..." Uncle Tong Cheng frowned, feeling that something was not right.

At this season, the grass and trees should be at their most lush, but why are they withering?

He went out and touched the peach tree.

The next moment, the peach tree turned into ashes, turning into black powder and debris that flew away with the wind. (End of this chapter)