"One general will be able to make thousands of bones wither, let alone become the emperor's corpse of the ancestor. Over the years, the number of monks who have been sacrificed in the Wusheng River is not tens of thousands, but maybe eight thousand."
Yu Wenshou sighed softly. He was not a soft-hearted person. If he could become the protector of an evil sect such as the Tomb of the Dead, the lives of his men would naturally be high.
It's just that the method of refining this "Emperor's Corpse" is the secret method of suppressing the sect passed down by Murong Han back then. It requires the remains of thousands of people to assist in the cultivation. And it cannot be the remains of ordinary people, at least.
It must be a monk with a level one or two of qi training or above.
This method is too vicious, and it only offends ordinary people. Over the years, Wen Tao has been secretly arresting low-level monks. Although most of them are casual cultivators, he occasionally offends some disciples of well-known sects. If this continues,
There will come a day when the paper can no longer contain the fire, and then the Tomb of the Dead will become the target of public criticism.
Yu Wenshou, as a senior member of the Tomb of the Dead, is usually greedy for money and profit, but he also knows that there are no unbroken eggs under the overturned nest. Only by doing his best to keep the secret of this lifeless river can he live a stable life.
“I just don’t know whether the tomb owner’s retreat can be successful.”
Yu Wenshou raised his head and looked at the golden coffin above the abyss. His eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a while, he sighed softly, turned his gaze away, and looked at the small bloody cauldron above the Wusheng River again.
This "blood corpse cauldron" is the treasure of the dead man's tomb. According to legend, when Murong Han first arrived in the Wu Kingdom, the world of cultivation in the Wu Kingdom was in chaos, and the major sects were fighting each other all year round. And Murong Han relied on an "Emperor"
Corpse" and this "Blood Corpse Cauldron" have laid the foundation of the Tomb of the Dead in the hands of many great monks in the Golden Core Realm.
Later, Murong Han was surrounded and suppressed by many people. Although he finally escaped from the siege by luck, the "Blood Corpse Cauldron" suffered heavy losses, its spirituality was completely destroyed, and its grade dropped by one level, eventually becoming an ordinary magic weapon.
Later, the "Huang Jue Palace" came out of the blue, and successively surrendered to the various sects of the Wu Kingdom, becoming the sole sect of the Wu Kingdom. This chaos that lasted for many years gradually came to an end.
Although the spirit of the "Blood Corpse Cauldron" has been completely destroyed, after all, it was the personal magic weapon of the ancestor of the Golden Pill, so it has been passed down from generation to generation and can be regarded as the treasure of the sect. However, it has been severely damaged and needs to be repaired from time to time.
The dead energy in the Inanimate River is nourishing, so it was placed at the end of the Inanimate River, in the same place where the tomb owner retreats.
Yu Wenshou hesitated for a moment, but he still made a secret with one hand and raised his hand towards the blood corpse cauldron on the Wusheng River. As if he had inspired him, the small blood-colored cauldron lit up with a strange red light in mid-air. After a moment,
It started spinning rapidly.
Every time the "Blood Corpse Cauldron" rotates, its size shrinks by one point, until it finally becomes the size of a walnut, and then turns into a red light and flies towards Yu Wenshou's hand.
However, at this moment, a flash of silvery light suddenly flew out from behind Yu Wenshou and struck directly at his outstretched right hand.
The sword intent surged endlessly, and Yu Wenshou felt the hairs on his hair rising, and he quickly retreated without thinking.
But after all, he is one of the three guardians of the Tomb of the Dead. Although he is panicking at this moment, he also knows that the person coming must be for the Blood Corpse Cauldron! While his figure retreats in the air, his left hand is making a single-handed seal, pointing towards a certain place in front of him.
Be a little empty.
A white light lit up, and a huge bald corpse jumped out of it. Then it stretched its arms like a giant ape and fished for the bloody corpse cauldron that was falling from mid-air.
The silver-white brilliance missed a single blow and swayed slightly in the air, turning into three flying swords. Two of them slashed towards the bald giant corpse, while the other one went straight towards Yu Wenshou.
The bald corpse was grinning at this moment, and the two flying swords were as powerful as swimming dragons, making it impossible for it to turn a blind eye. It had no choice but to give up the fight for the blood corpse cauldron, turned around and punched twice in the air. A powerful and heavy punch was struck,
The direction of the two flying swords was actually deflected by a few inches.
The two flying swords flew almost close to the body of the bald dead corpse. Even so, they also cut off two pieces of his flesh. However, the bald dead corpse no longer knew what pain was. At this moment, it just roared angrily at the flying swords in mid-air.
Continuously.
At the same time, a young man in gray clothes had appeared under the Blood Corpse Cauldron. He raised his hand and gently grabbed it, and the Blood Corpse Cauldron was caught in his hand.
"Murong Wenqin, what are you doing!"
Yu Wenshou shouted angrily. He was dealing with the flying sword attack while looking around with a livid face.
He saw three people standing in front of him, one of whom was "Murong Wenqin" with whom he had a cooperation agreement, and the other two were a young man in gray and a beautiful woman.
"Haha, what are you doing? Protector Yuwen still doesn't understand now?"
When Ji Lai saw Liang Yan taking the blood corpse cauldron into his hands, he laughed and said, "We reluctantly accepted your sect's blood corpse cauldron."
"you!"
Anger surged in Yu Wenshou's chest. He turned his head and glanced at the three of them coldly, then suddenly pointed at the woman among them and said, "Are you Murong Xuewei?"
When Murong Xuewei came to pay homage to the gate of the Tomb of the Dead, Yu Wenshou directly turned her away and didn't even meet her. So he didn't recognize her at first, but he wasn't stupid either. Now he thought about it
The cause and effect of the incident can be roughly guessed in the blink of an eye.
"Haha, when the little girl came back to the Tomb of the Dead, Protector Yuwen ignored the orders of the Murong family and forcibly turned me away. I didn't expect that we would meet one day!" Murong Xuewei looked at Yuwenshou with a faint smile.
road.
"snort!"
Yu Wenshou snorted coldly. He figured out the whole story and calmed down at the moment. He just said with a sarcastic face: "It's just you? A young boy who has just established the foundation and two monks at the peak of Qi refining also want to start from
I took away the Blood Corpse Cauldron under my hands? Could it be that I am just dreaming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard an old voice laughing:
"They can't do it, what about me?"
Yu Wenshou's complexion changed slightly, and he saw the mouth of the pouch on the waist of the young man in gray loosen, and then a white light flashed, and a girl with double braids and a green coat jumped out.
This girl was clearly in her early ten years, but when she landed on the ground, she put her hands behind her back, shook her head, and said with an old-fashioned look: "I don't think it's easy for you to practice cultivation, so commit suicide and keep your body intact!"
"What a crazy tone!"
Yu Wenshou narrowed his eyes and looked the girl up and down. Although he could not feel any fluctuations in her aura, Yu Wenshou did not dare to be careless at all.
"Crazy Lion, come back!"
As Yu Wenshou shouted loudly, the dead bald corpse that was fighting with Liang Yan's two fixed light swords suddenly looked up to the sky and roared, then a thick layer of blue scales appeared on his arms, and he punched the two flying swords.
Call.
Bang bang! Two muffled sounds.
The bald corpse actually caught Liang Yan's two swords without any damage. On the contrary, Liang Yan's two flying swords were knocked upside down by the shock.
After the bald corpse opened the flying sword, he did not hesitate to fight. Instead, he quickly returned to Yu Wenshou and blocked the remaining light-fixing sword for him.
Liang Yan's expression changed slightly when he saw this, he raised his hand and used the magic formula to combine the three fixed light swords into one, and then took them back in front of him.
"It seems that among these bronze corpses, there are also three, six or nine. The 'crazy lion' in front of me is probably far superior to the 'Chai Tuo' before." Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.