There are tens of millions of Dharma bodies, and you call this entry-level?

Mangcang Mountain.

The place where Cui Xianglin and Uncle Fu died.

At this time, the two people had turned into bloody bones. Two or three days were enough for the scavengers to gnaw the corpses clean. They were lucky to be able to retain the incomplete bones. After a while, If time passes, these bones will not exist.

Most of them will be picked up, the fangs can bite the bones, and the marrow inside will be delicious.

A crowd gathered around the bones.

Seventeen or eight people, four or five wearing silk, surrounded a middle-aged man wearing an apricot-yellow robe. The middle-aged man had pale beard and hair and a stooped back.

He looks like he is in his thirties, but his beard, hair and body shape are like those of an old man. There is always a hint of exhaustion in his eyes.

The dark circles under the eyes are large, forming thick bags under the eyes.

"Master Wu..."

Cui Wangzhi asked softly.

As the elder of the Cui family, Zhou is at the peak of the Tianhai Realm and is preparing to meet the real person. He is also considered a top figure in the Cui family in Hexi County.

The dead Cui Xianglin was his youngest son.

In his early twenties, he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Zang-Refining Realm, and was only one step away from entering the Zhoutian Tianhai Realm. He would be able to gain enlightenment and see the truth by the age of thirty, and his talent was considered to be the best choice among the Cui family.

During this trial, I was surrounded by strong men from the Heaven and Sea Realm to look after me.

Choosing Changlin County is very simple. There are warriors, sword cultivators, and mountain warriors here in Changlin County, but their strength is average. There are only two or three real warriors in the entire county, and they all have names. , relying on the Cui family or Jiang family, etc., dare not do anything.

In addition, Cui Xianglin, who is under the care of Uncle Fu, can lie down completely. Even if he encounters danger, Uncle Fu can take action to avert the danger.

Cui Xianglin would not be stupid enough to target those companies.

After all, those companies are also their losers and rely on them for their breath.

He wanted to go through trials, kill people, and experience actual combat, so he would definitely choose Xiao Xiami, who had no background but had a certain level of strength, to start with.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened.

Wu Changhai glanced back at Cui Wangzhi and said nothing.

He looked down at the soul lamp in his hand and sighed.

"Brother Cui, if nothing else goes wrong, this is Mr. Ling, and that person over there is Cui Fu... The guidance of the soul lamp is correct. Please express my condolences to Brother Cui!"

Cui Wangzhi staggered, took a deep breath, and turned to look at an old man wearing linen clothes with a white strip of cloth wrapped around his head.

"Cui Ping!"

Cui Ping's expression was solemn.

He was a widower of the county and a slave of the Cui family. His ancestors had been working in Lianfang for generations. Without the support of the Cui family, he would not be able to secure this position.

Regardless of whether it is a county town or a county town, the local government officials are all inseparable from the local powerful families. This has been the case from ancient times to the present, no matter where in the world.

Cui Ping wrapped a cloth strip around his mouth and nose, put on gloves, and carefully examined the bones. Soon, he pieced the bones of the two corpses together. Some bones were missing, and the corpse was not complete, but it could be seen that it was People still vaguely look like they were when they were alive, well, if you use your imagination.

Without waiting for Cui Wangzhi to ask questions, Cui Ping stood up and shook his head.

"Master, it has been a long time. The bodies of the young master and Uncle Fu have been severely damaged. They are so incompetent that they cannot see the cause of death and cannot trace back..."

Cui Wangzhi glanced at Cui Ping and was not angry.

He can vent his anger, but it's meaningless.

He just nodded and turned to look at Wu Changhai.

"Master Wu, I'm going to trouble you!"

Wu Changhai is a guest minister of the Cui family. He is a mage. This mage is different from the immortal cultivator.

Immortal cultivators first temper their physical body to build a foundation, and then they can enlighten themselves and see the true nature. They cultivate their swords and cultivate flying swords, and they cultivate their minds and cast spells. Only in this way can they have extraordinary abilities.

You can fly in the air, control magic weapons and even magical weapons. After cultivating to the highest level, you can go to the sea and go to Kunlun in just a thought.

The mage is different.

The mage is a gifted person with overflowing spiritual power, that is, a very powerful spiritual consciousness. He has been able to see some indescribable existences since he was a child.

In other words, there is no need to cultivate spiritual consciousness to contact the true world.

In other words, they are born to see the truth, so they can use some weird spells and cast spells to harm people.

However, such people are often born with deficiencies, their bodies are naturally weak, and they cannot exercise at all.

Every time a spell is cast, life energy is consumed, and the body cannot resist the backlash of the spell, so they generally do not live long.

Not to mention compared with the immortal cultivators who fly to the sky and escape from the earth, even those who are unable to enlighten themselves and see the true warriors are not as good as, and even have a shorter life span than ordinary people.

This is why Wu Changhai is clearly in his early thirties, but he seems to be in his sixties or seventies.

Every time he casts a spell, it is equivalent to fast forwarding his life, so under normal circumstances, he will not cast a spell easily.

Unfortunately, these are not ordinary times.

The master's family has no direct descendants, so he asks him to summon the souls. What can he do?

I can only grit my teeth and accept it.

Two-quarters of an hour later, Wu Changhai made preparations for the soul-calling ritual. Seventy-two oil lamps were lit on the ground. The lamp oil in the lamps came from the corpse oil of people who died in resentment, mixed with resurrecting grass, and was lit. , exuding an extremely uncomfortable atmosphere.

Fragrant and rancid all rolled into one.

It's like spraying air cleaner on a smelly corpse.

Not only was it unable to remove the smell, the smell became even more unbearable.

Everyone else stayed away, but Cui Wangzhi stayed. For him, finding the real culprit who killed his son was the most important thing.

It's just a stinky thing, so what's the problem!

After that, Wu Changhai rang the bell and started casting spells with Yu steps.

Amidst the ringing of the bells, there was a breath in the air, the gloomy wind gusted, and the seventy-two soul lamps swayed slightly. Suddenly, Wu Changhai stopped and looked somewhere in the void.

"coming?"

Cui Wangzhi asked nervously.

Wu Changhai did not answer. At this time, his white hair was falling silently from his head. Soul summoning was a very consuming ritual.

He took out a handful of Seven Star Sand from the leather pouch around his waist and sprinkled it somewhere in the void.

Two figures appeared in front of Cui Wangzhi. He didn't realize the truth. He couldn't see the dead souls originally, but after the seven-star sand was sprinkled on the dead souls, he could see them.

However, he would rather not see it.

His son Cui Xianglin had no head, and his head was held in his hand. At this time, he was looking straight at him, and there was a cry in his ears.

Cui Wangzhi's heart was as sharp as a knife.

"Ask, who killed them!"

Cui Wangzhi shouted to Wu Changhai.

Wu Changhai was silent and took out a dry branch. The branch was covered with sharp thorns. He held it hard, and the sharp thorns pierced the palm of his hand, dripping with blood.

The dead branches were thrown towards the dead souls, and blood was splashed on them.

"Who killed you?"

Wu Changhai asked sharply.