Chapter 175 The old monster of the Infernal Corpse
"Fairy, let her go, let her go! Please, let her go!"
On the second floor of the wine shop, the mortals who were taken as hostages knelt down and kowtowed to An Qingli opposite.
An Qingli stood under the umbrella, protected by the Ruyi Formation, and the concealment charm on his body was not removed.
Mortals can only roughly see a human-shaped light curtain, with an exquisite red umbrella hanging on the light curtain. The picture is a bit strange.
There was movement on the jade slip sent by An Qingli, and it was An Qihu's voice: "Qingli, my reply is that the fake green ring covering the soul-stirring formation is most likely an old Yin corpse from the Northern Corpse Demon Sect. Don't ask for it."
Chase again."
The old Yin Corpse monster from the Northern Corpse Demon Sect was a veteran in the late stage of becoming a god. He had committed too many sins and did not dare to advance through the Thunder Tribulation. He did not want to sit in the form of transformation and wait for death, so he practiced a soul-stealing secret method. Every five hundred years
, so the soul is hidden in the female corpse.
And that female corpse was not just any female corpse, but one with the same spiritual root as the person who practiced the secret method, similar spiritual root value, and a yin constitution.
The closer the spiritual root value is, the more yin the physique is, the better the soul hiding effect will be.
An Qinghuan, who is not much noticed in the An family, is a good item chosen by the old Yin Zombies.
The old monster of the Yin Corpse, whose spiritual roots are not very good, but whose understanding is high and has no taboos, is exactly what the Corpse Demon Sect is looking for.
The reason why the evil sects and demon sects have a place is because their exercises do not challenge spiritual roots, but challenge the mind. Therefore, many people with poor spiritual roots and no hope of taking the right path will actively defect to those evil sects.
If a kind-hearted person feels sorry for a chicken after killing it, then he is the scum that the Corpse Demon Sect despises the most.
The Corpse Demon Sect likes the kind of good seedlings who are bloodthirsty and murderous, the kind of good seedlings who kill people like chickens.
The old monster of the Yin Corpse was originally born as a corpse exorcist. He met an elder of the Corpse Demon Sect by chance and was taken back to the sect.
In the northern world of cultivation, evil sects gather together, but they do not regard them as inferior.
They believe that the most evil thing is the human heart, and those so-called decent people from well-known families do some dirty things secretly.
These so-called crooked ways, they put all the fighting and killing in plain sight, and are a bit more upright and clean than those so-called decent people.
What's more, the Corpse Demon Sect only practices with the corpses of dead people. People are already dead, so what's the point of borrowing their corpse energy to use their corpses?
However, this is only the belief of the Corpse Demon Sect. The relatives of the deceased and those who are afraid of being dug up after death do not think so.
Therefore, in the northern cultivation world, due to the growth of the Corpse Demon Sect, there are almost no graves. If someone dies there, the best outcome is to burn it. If someone accidentally dies and exposes his corpse in the wilderness, the people of the Corpse Demon Sect will smell it.
All can be found.
The higher the level of cultivation in person, the more the Corpse Demon Sect will care about them.
From top to bottom, the Corpse Demon Sect is full of people who have no taboos. They are so jealous that they even fight over the corpse of their ancestor, and they fight in front of the disciples of the sect.
An Qinghuan, who had his soul taken away by the Yin Corpse Ancestor, was a little impatient to wait.
He had previously killed Ye and Xu's family and obtained a lot of corpse energy. He also used the An family's soul-catching array to absorb a lot of soul power to nourish his soul. The closer the blood relationship is to the soul power, the better the nourishment effect. His current
His true cultivation level has reached the late stage of Jindan.
It's just that the talisman is affixed to hide the cultivation level, and what is exposed is the later stage of Qi training.
If he wasn't worried about An Qingli's identity, he could have given it a go.
However, An Qingli's identity was there, and there was a magic weapon and spiritual treasure nearby, so he could only ask for a way to survive.
What's more, he also knew that An Qingli was guarded by two big men who were trying to escape the tribulation, and he didn't know if those two big men were watching from high above, so he didn't dare to do anything to An Qingli at all.
Little Lingxi opened her Lingxi eyes, took a good look at An Qinghuan, and finally saw clearly An Qinghuan's true cultivation level. No wonder this fake An Qinghuan was able to escape from the smelting fire several times.
"Qingli, he is already in the late stage of Jindan." Xiao Lingxi sighed, "He advanced so quickly."
"Absorbing people's soul power to practice martial arts, harming people to steal and take shortcuts." An Qingli said coldly, "That's why the devil's crooked ways make people flock to him."
Xiao Jintan said in disgust: "This person's karma is too heavy, and he really shouldn't be let go."
Xiao Lingxi was not entangled: "But he took so many mortals as hostages. He can break the pot without fear of more consequences, but we can't. After all, it means many innocent lives."
An Qinghuan waited impatiently, his hands became even blacker, his five fingers turned into claws, he grabbed a person's head and said: "Do you want to see these people buried with them?"
"Fairy, save me!" The man's whole body was trembling with coldness. He looked at the back of his hands and arms that were gradually turning black, and he was so scared that he lost his mind.
The others were also frightened to death, and kowtowed to An Qingli even harder.
An Qingli looked at the group of mortals who were kowtowing desperately, and said coldly: "I swear, I will let you leave, and you also swear that you will never set foot in Tianzi City again after leaving."
The old monster of the Yin Corpse released black energy, strangled a person's neck, and hung the person in the air. He said sinisterly: "Be more careful."
An Qingli raised his hand and swore an oath: "I, An Qingli, swear by the devil in my heart that if the fake An Qinghuan across the way never sets foot in Tianzi City from now on, I will let him go. Within three days, no one will be allowed to leave."
Use any form or method to deal with him, otherwise you will be haunted by inner demons."
"Is there still a deadline?" The old Yin Zombie sneered.
An Qingli looked at the building opposite: "It's your turn."
The old monster of the Yin Corpse said: "I also swear that if An Qingli's words are true, within three days, I will let go of these mortals in Tianzi City and the An family in Tianzi City, otherwise I will die."
An Qingli held the umbrella without moving, watching the fake An Qinghuan take out a teleportation charm and disappear from the spot.
"Aren't you going to chase?" Smelting Fire was a little unwilling.
"I won't chase him for now." An Qingli held an umbrella and jumped to the wine shop opposite.
"Hey, let this disaster go." Xiao Jintan felt a little regretful.
"Thank you Fairy for saving your life, thank you Fairy for saving your life!" A group of mortals who had narrowly escaped death knelt down and kowtowed to An Qingli.
An Qingli lifted a person up, held his wrist, and slowly injected spiritual power into him to remove the thick corpse energy from his body.
"Old. Boss?"
Among the group of people, there was a man in his early twenties who cried out excitedly.
Although he did not see An Qingli's appearance, he knew An Qingli's name like thunder.
He had a cousin who was a favorite concubine of the An family, and he also knew about An Qingli, an incredible divine figure.
When I was a child, there was a little fairy named Anjia who wielded a wooden sword in the school.
Unexpectedly, the little fairy from Anjia appeared again and became a great fairy!
Not only did he become a great god, he could also leap ten feet out of thin air and save many people with just a few words.
"It's me." An Qingli turned to look at the man, remembering the black mole between the man's nose.
"Boss, please bow to me." The man knelt down on his knees and kowtowed to An Qingli, as if he was a child again.
An Qingli couldn't help but chuckle and asked him to get up.
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