Longevity and Immortal Journey: Raising Demons, Raising Plants and Seeking Immortals

Chapter 424 Daqing, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses
"Self-reliant cultivator? Sect cultivator?"

Watching the monk in black robes shaking the bell and taking the corpse ghost away, Li Changsheng searched his memory, but found no memory of such a method.

This person's cultivation is only at the middle stage of Condensation Veins, and he can be killed with a wave of the hand, but the method he has cultivated to replace the soul with external objects and to carry the connection with corpses and ghosts is quite advanced.

in his perception.

The ancient copper bell was neither a magic weapon nor a spiritual weapon. It contained a strange power, which seemed to be the power of the soul, but it was somewhat different.

The seven corpse ghosts' connections are all placed in the copper bell, like puppets.

"I hope she got it by chance, otherwise..."

Suppressing the thought of directly capturing and searching her soul, Li Changsheng drove Xiaoqing to follow her.

The black-robed monk seemed to have a goal in mind. He led the seven corpse ghosts across hills and ravines. Along the way, he avoided areas with strong demonic auras as far as possible. When he encountered weak demon ghosts, he did not kill them but left quickly.

Seven days later.

The foot of a mountain that is a hundred feet high.

The monk stopped and looked around, then he led the corpse ghost into a winding and rugged mountain road.

As she walked slowly, she gradually disappeared into the darkness.

above the sky.

"Array?"

Seeing her disappear on the mountain road, Li Changsheng's mind moved slightly, and the flow of magic power came into his eyes.

The mountain image faded away, and a huge shield that covered the mountain like an inverted bowl came into view.

While he was checking, several figures appeared in and out of the mountain. Some of them drove corpse ghosts like the monks just now, some drove traditional corpse refining, and some had ghosts by their side.
Li Changsheng glanced and his spiritual thoughts spread quietly.

After counting the interest.

Li Changsheng felt the cold and evil spirit contained in the black and gray aura swirling in his palm, and frowned slightly, "A corpse comparable to the Dao Foundation Realm. Could it be that the cultivator from the underworld has returned?" After thinking for a while, he summoned the old wolf king and ordered, "Catch a cultivator and don't make any noise."

The old wolf king nodded, stepped out, and disappeared into the air.

Li Changsheng closed his palms slightly, extinguishing the aura of the corpse, and stomped his feet slightly, "Let's go."

Since Xiaoqing's promotion to the great demon realm or his bloodline transformation, his intelligence has increased day by day, and now he is no worse than a human.

Knowing the seriousness of the situation, Xiaoqing didn't make any sound. He just wagged his tail and quietly left in the cloud.

Tea time.

A low hill a hundred miles away from the mountains.

A middle-aged man in a black robe, with a pale face as if he had not seen the sun for a long time, stood with his eyes closed.

A slender finger was placed between his eyebrows.

A few moments.

Li Changsheng put down his arms, frowned, and his expression changed constantly.

a long time.

Li Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief and said in an inexplicable tone: "A Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses."

The middle-aged cultivator in front of him came from a sect called "Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb", and was well-known for his skills in refining corpses and exorcising ghosts.

But it's not a good reputation.

The sect is notorious for its monks' love of digging up graves of other monks and using the incorruptible bodies of ancient monks to make corpses.

If it weren't for the powerful strength of their clan, they would have been attacked by everyone long ago.

But it was also because of tomb robbery.

Three years ago, the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses suffered severe damage and was almost destroyed.

The root of the problem lies with the sect's leader, the Corpse Taoist.

He somehow managed to evade the eyes and ears of the Daqing Dynasty's Astronomical Bureau and sneak into the Daqing Imperial Mausoleum.

If it weren't for the fact that the Corpse Taoist was too greedy, he would have actually wanted to get his hands on the corpses of the emperors of Daqing, thus touching the dragon energy of the imperial mausoleum. Not only was most of his cultivation sealed, he also alarmed the royal monks.

A fight.

The corpse Taoist's body was chopped off, and he only escaped with a golden elixir, and the whereabouts are unknown.

Although the Corpse Taoist failed to rob the tomb of the previous emperor, he did destroy the tomb of the concubine who was worshipped as an imperial concubine.

Emperor Qing was furious.

The head of the Heavenly Monitoring Department was exiled to the Demon Abyss to atone his sins for failing to supervise properly, and most of the monks guarding the imperial mausoleum were sentenced to death.

No one knew where the corpse Taoist who committed this evil act had gone to hide, but he could neither run nor hide in the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses" located in Chongyue Prefecture, one of the twelve prefectures of Daqing.

The next day.

Sitting in Zhongyue Prefecture, the Eastern King Yang Chengzhao, who had entered the fourth level of physical cultivation, the Vajra Realm, personally visited the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb. With one punch, he destroyed the Ten Thousand Corpse Secret Realm, the foundation of his sect, and with one shot, he nailed a certain generation of corpse Taoist who had been buried in the Ten Thousand Corpse Secret Realm for who knows how many years and had been promoted to the immortal bone, to his sect master Yue.

The horrified and panicked disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb reacted and tried to flee, but they ran head-on into the Zhenwu Guards who were surrounding them.

Several rounds of broken arrows fell, and many disciples of the Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb were killed or injured.

Perhaps they wanted to cause trouble for the Chongyue Prefecture Guards, or perhaps they wanted to feel grief for the rabbit's death, the monks from the Chongyue Prefecture sects who came with the Guards intentionally let them go, allowing a small number of monks from the Ten Thousand Corpse Tomb to flee in panic.

One year later.

Hiding in the border of Chongyue Prefecture, a middle-aged monk named Gong Lu suddenly found a summons from an elder on his identity token and went there happily.

Led by the dozen or so elders left in the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses, the cultivators left Chongyue Prefecture and traveled for several months before arriving at the outskirts of the Demon Abyss.

With the help of the "channel", they passed through the Demon Abyss and entered the desolate land recorded in the sect.

Li Changsheng whispered: "Daqing Dynasty, Demon Abyss, Desolate Land." All kinds of information echoed in his mind.

A few moments.

"call"

Li Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the cultivator in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and gave up the idea of ​​killing him.

He stretched out his hand and touched his forehead, erasing his memory of the old wolf king, leaving a mark of magical power, and ordered the old wolf king to take him back to his original place.

Turning around and looking at the mountains a hundred miles away, Li Changsheng rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

Originally he thought that these monks migrated here from other regions, but he didn't expect that they actually came from outside Tianzhe.

According to Gong Lu's memory.

Although the strength of the Ten Thousand Corpses Tomb is far less than before, it is still a Jindan-level sect after all.

Although there is no Jindan realm master in charge now, there are three cultivators above the sixth level of Dao foundation, and the strongest elder among them has reached the eighth level of Dao foundation.

"It seems that the plan to harvest the zombies has to be terminated."

Although it didn't take much effort, it was his first attempt to cultivate alchemy resources. As a result, when the resources were about to be cultivated, a grave of thousands of corpses suddenly appeared.
Even though he was unwilling, given the strength of the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses, he could not afford to provoke them for the time being.

Li Changsheng sighed inwardly, "I'm afraid only the sect master can reach the eighth level of Taoism." Thinking of this, he was stunned and his eyes lit up.

"Although I can't afford to provoke them, for the Qingyang Sect, the Ten Thousand Corpse Mound that was destroyed by Daqing is at best a larger Immortal Changqing Sect."

"And the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses came from outside of Tianzhe, so the sect might be very interested in it."

The thought of destroying the sect and exterminating the entire family came to mind.

Li Changsheng immediately took out his identity token, and his spiritual thoughts surged into activating the formation connected to the sect's spirit recording pillar, and he recorded the information about the Tomb of Ten Thousand Corpses into it one by one.

Just as he was about to contact Shougui and leave Luanming Mountain temporarily, the identity token that he had put into the storage bag suddenly flew out.

The token was suspended in the air, and bits of spiritual light gathered together to form a tall, hazy, illusory light and shadow.

Li Changsheng suddenly felt a dull gaze looking at him. He frowned and subconsciously used his magic power to block the gaze.

A gentle voice as soft as water sounded in his mind.

"The second level of Dao foundation."

"Use the derived innate magical power to reach the ninth level."

"good."

"After returning to the sect, you can go to the inheritance hall to find the old book monster and ask him for the spiritual plant so that you can raise the beast and inherit it together."

Without waiting for his response, the tall figure took a step forward, and disappeared suddenly. When it reappeared, it was already standing on a mountain a hundred miles away.

There was no sign of any movement.

The huge protective shield covering the mountain dissipated silently like a dream bubble, revealing a series of bulges of varying sizes that resembled tombs.

"who!"

A loud roar came from the largest tomb on the mountain. The tomb exploded and a black shadow rose into the sky with a strong aura of corpse evil.

But a strange scene appeared.

In Li Changsheng's eyes, black smoke rose from the tomb, but it only rose a few feet high and its speed was as slow as an ant. The billowing black smoke was like melting ice and snow, revealing an ugly monster with mottled green rusty scales and fleshy wings on its ribs.

Memories of the monster emerged in Li Changsheng's mind.

This is a flying yaksha of the third level of corpse refining, comparable to a cultivator at the Dao Foundation level.

Judging from its scales covered with green rust, it should be a bronze-armored flying yaksha comparable to the initial stage of Taoism.

Although he does not have any supernatural powers.

However, his body of scales is more defensive than any cultivator of the same level, his strength is comparable to that of a monster, and his recovery ability is even greater.

(End of this chapter)