Jiang Li remembered that Wu Shi had specifically entered a village before entering the ruins. He thought that the human remains on the ground and the spliced head should have come from there.
It is not without reason that this group of casual cultivators is disliked by others. Although there are also heroes and swordsmen among them.
But the vast majority of casual cultivators are villains who cannot even uphold the most basic morals!
Wu Shi was once just an ordinary casual cultivator. But he was very lucky. After receiving the inheritance from a declining Taoist temple in the east of the village, he embarked on the path of cultivating immortality.
Although life as a casual cultivator was difficult, and he had no guidance from his elders, his own exploration allowed him to reluctantly get started with Qi training, and he gradually came into contact with a corner of the world of cultivating immortals.
Once, while chasing a spirit rat, he accidentally got into the crevice and discovered the ruins.
That kind of huge excitement is definitely not something that ordinary people can experience.
Picture book stories like that, in which a boy from a poor family receives a relic inheritance, becomes a peerless genius, tramples countless people under his feet, marries all the female cultivators on the Luo Shen list, and finally becomes an immortal and a deity, are very popular among casual cultivators.
When he first entered the ruins, there were actually many collapsed burial sites in the underground corridors, and many long-dead bones lying in the corridors.
According to the plot of the story in the picture book, he kowtowed and buried the bones one by one with a respectful attitude, and received their inheritance.
It's just that it was so long ago that the original ruins were suddenly destroyed during the war, and no one took proper preservation measures.
Therefore, some magic pills and elixirs left next to the corpse have lost all their spiritual energy under the erosion of time, and slowly decayed in this lonely space.
As a result, he didn't find many useful things on these corpses.
He found the black sword and the bracelet only on a corpse whose clothes and fabrics were still intact, whose body was exceptionally tall, and whose bones were slightly different from those of humans.
Apart from that, there is nothing else.
But these could not dampen his enthusiasm for exploration. He used primitive means to dig out the collapse point bit by bit, clean up the soil and gravel, and almost managed this ruins as his own home.
It took him several months to finally get through the part of the tunnel that was still intact.
During this period, he also saw those chaotic murals.
Unlike Jiang Li, Wu Shi, an ordinary monk in the Qi training stage, had no ability to resist when he saw those murals for the first time. He just rolled his eyes and fainted.
While in a coma, he was unconscious and had many dreams, bloody nightmares over and over again, which tortured him repeatedly.
When he woke up again, there were some fragmented memories in his mind, and his own personality and thoughts had changed slightly without any trace.
But this is not the end, but the beginning.
Since the day he fell into coma, Wu Shi has experienced the same dream repeatedly every day.
As he had nightmares more and more often, the extra memories in his mind gradually became complete. His character also gradually changed, becoming more cruel.
I don't know from which day, when he looked at the murals again, he no longer felt dizzy, but only felt happy and excited. He often stood in front of the murals and looked at them all day long.
Wu Shi finally learned something about this ruins.
This place once belonged to a powerful sect, the Black Lotus Sect, and that was the name.
The ultimate goal of this sect seems to be to resurrect a god.
Resurrection of a god? There are no gods in this world.
This was his first thought at the time.
When the contemporary trend of cultivating immortals was just beginning to revive, there were countless mortal monks who spent their lives exploring traces of immortals and Buddhas.
But in the end, in the world of immortality, it was confirmed that immortals and Buddhas did not exist in this world.
In the realm of mortals, immortal master has completely become synonymous with monks.
As the earliest batch of cultivation pioneers became higher and higher, they became closer and closer to the true immortals.
This answer has basically become common sense in the world of immortality cultivation. There are no immortals, Buddhas or gods in this world, and these monks will be the new generation of immortals and Buddhas.
It was precisely for this reason that Wu Shi scoffed at this and did not believe it at all.
It wasn't until he walked along the corridor to the end and saw the figure sitting on the huge black lotus that he understood the true value of this relic.
That dream might not have lied to him after all!
A god, or the corpse of a god, was right in front of him!
Well, based on Wu Shi's humble knowledge, if a corpse is more powerful than all the monks he has seen, then it must be a god.
For the first time, Wu Shi tried to follow the method in that dream and sacrificed a bowl of his own blood.
However, what excited him was that this huge divine corpse actually gave him a reaction.
That day, his cultivation, which had been stagnant for a long time because he had no resources, broke through so easily.
He also knew that this "divine corpse" was named Asura, the god Asura.
After tasting the sweetness, he could no longer extricate himself from this ruin.
Sacrifice after sacrifice, feedback after feedback, and the death of a large number of mortals allowed the power in his ruins to successfully break through to the late stage of Qi training before he was twenty years old.
This is a speed that most casual cultivators dare not even think about. Even for sect disciples, this speed is enough to be considered an elite.
As time went by, Wu Shi's hands were stained with more and more blood, and the dream that appeared every night was no longer difficult to accept in his heart.
However, in his dream one night, the divine corpse on the black lotus took the initiative to call him.
As long as he completes another blood sacrifice, God Shura will give him enough power to build a foundation.
But the goal of the blood sacrifice was to massacre the village where he was born and sacrifice his blood relatives.
This time, Wu Shi, an almost addicted casual cultivator, hesitated. The last bit of reason and emotion in his mind told him that this was wrong.
He temporarily sealed the rift, and it was at that time that he heard the news about the Dazhong Mountain monk competition.
Wu Shi participated in the competition and left his choice to fate. If he could succeed in the competition and get what he wanted.
Wu Shi may make up his mind to abandon that ruins.
But the final result was known. He did not gain any benefit from the competition, but instead lost the black sword.
Longing for power, he was completely lost in his mind by negative emotions, and the empathy and guilt that a human being should have had completely disappeared.
After returning, Wu Shi slaughtered the entire village without hesitation, danced on their corpses, and sewed together a head with the fragments of his parents' blood relatives.
Yes, the village massacred by Wu Shi was the place where he was born and raised.
And the "Shura God" did not disappoint him this time either.
The spliced and weird head twisted twice, and actually opened its eyes and spoke.
"Haha! Hahahaha, good luck young man, God Shura has heard your voice. I am very satisfied with your sacrifice. Pious people should be rewarded."
"Come on, drink my blood and accept the gift from God Shura."
The head's mouth opens and closes, but the voice of the words is constantly changing, as if there are many people crowded into one head, competing to speak with that leaky mouth.
When Wu Shi heard this, his crazy face immediately showed a look of joy, and he quickly picked up a porcelain bowl and brought it closer.
The spliced head flew up into the air, and then two tears of blood shed from its eyes and fell into the porcelain bowl.
It looked like just a few drops of blood, but Wu Shi could feel the temptation of the sweet smell from it.
As long as you eat it, you will gain the power of Shura God and trample those guys under your feet!
Wu Shi's smile was full of madness. He held the porcelain bowl tremblingly and raised his head to swallow it.
However, at this moment, a sword light came instantly!
Not forgetting the long-awaited Shushan Sword Controlling Technique, no monk in the Qi Refining Stage could react.
A head that was laughing ferociously was immediately chopped off by this sword, and it rolled and flew far away in the air.
But the wound as big as the mouth of a bowl was burned completely black, and even blood could not flow out.
The headless body twitched twice and then fell limp, but the porcelain bowl was firmly caught by the other hand.
"If no one wants this thing, just let me study it for a few days. I'll say goodbye."
Jiang Li controlled his clone to catch the porcelain bowl, and then without stopping for a moment, he immediately turned back and rushed towards the corridor outside the stone room.
He was very fast and was already prepared to grab the things and leave.
But at this moment, his peripheral vision accidentally caught sight of a huge figure in the center of the stone room.
Purple...three heads...six arms...just the fleeting light of this afterglow, the clone's head felt intense dizziness again, and his feet could not help but tremble.
Jiang Li, who was always paying attention, decisively took over the control and continued to rush outside, but after just such a pause, it was still too late.
"Sword cultivator! You are waiting for something good to happen to me! Don't leave!"
The head suddenly bounced up, jumped into the clone's path very quickly, and then exploded decisively.
boom!
Dirty blood, broken bones and brain matter directly covered the clone's face, and his figure was inevitably pushed back by the shock wave.
Jiang Li activated the body protection magic weapon in time, and the light of spiritual energy instantly protected his whole body and the porcelain bowl in his hand, so he was not directly seriously injured by this blow.
But as soon as he landed, his expression changed drastically on the spot.
The aura light film on his body suddenly fluctuated violently under the influence of something unknown. In just a moment, he was completely out of control, and the light film exploded into a ball of aura and disappeared.
Jiang Li tried twice more to restart, but the defensive magic weapon malfunctioned inexplicably.
"There's something wrong with this blood!"
Looking at the exploding blood mist in front of him, Jiang Li looked solemn.
The Burning Rainbow Sword has flown back to him, but the exit in front is still blocked by blood mist.
Lowering his eyes, trying to avoid seeing the things in the center of the stone chamber, Jiang Li poured the blood drops from the bowl into the porcelain vase and put it away, then pinched his sword.
Drunk and singing long songs of hatred! The flames of war illuminate the horizon!
He didn't wait for the blood mist to dissipate, and struck forward with the Tianya Beacon Sword.
The space in this stone room was too small, and it was impossible to perform high-power and wide-range sword techniques, so he still chose a sword move that came with the Wine and Fire Sword Song.
Continuous flaming sword lights flew out and quickly dispersed the blood mist. Jiang Li controlled his clone to follow closely and rushed out of the stone room.
However, some people were very hospitable and didn't want him to leave.
Two hands suddenly hugged the clone's left foot from the ground, halting his momentum again. However, a headless corpse suddenly started to move, and it held on tightly and refused to let go!
Then, the head that was chopped off by his sword actually flew over.
Flying very quickly from behind to the side of the sword cultivator's clone, there was another violent explosion.
The same flesh, blood, bones and brains were shattered, but the power of this explosion was far less powerful than before. The clone was pushed forward by the explosion and staggered forward for two steps before stopping.
But his face was not pretty at all.
Because the spirit of wine and fire in the body is no longer in control!
The next moment, his belly bulged as if he had been pregnant for ten months. The uncontrollable spiritual energy of wine and fire surged out of the sea and was about to burst his body.
Jiang Li cursed in his heart, what kind of weird method is this? It's too sinister!
Fortunately, I let the clone test it first. If the main body came over without knowing it, with the terrifying spiritual energy reserves of the main body, I might suffer a big loss.
Seeing that his body was about to be broken, Jiang Li immediately stopped and turned his middle finger into a sword, directly inserting it into the clone's navel.
puff!
It was like a pressure cooker that had reached the limit of pressure and suddenly had the valve removed.
A large amount of spiritual energy poured out from his navel gate. The spiritual energy, wrapped in the rich aroma of wine, spurted out as if it was free.
He also wanted to use magic to forcibly consume it, but the current spirit of wine and fire could not be controlled at all. Even if he wanted to transport it to his mouth and spray it out, he could not do it. He could only use this strategy to expel the spirit energy urgently.
The main body also quickly stopped the Spirit Emerging Technique, thus barely avoiding the ending of the clone's body exploding.
After spraying the spiritual energy for more than two minutes, the stomach of the sword cultivator clone slowly calmed down.
But the crisis has not been resolved. At this moment, there is not even a drop of spiritual energy in his body.
An endless feeling of weakness surges out of every cell in the body. The spiritual energy is completely emptied. For a monk, this situation is almost equivalent to temporary paralysis.
The clone was holding her everted navel, and she couldn't even stand steady.
I tried to restart the Spirit Emerging Technique, but it might be because the blood was still stuck to my body, and the newly emerged spiritual energy was still difficult to control.
Jiang Li tried to summon the flying sword again, but unfortunately, the Burning Rainbow Sword had just been splashed with blood, and all the spiritual energy escaped out of control in a short period of time, falling helplessly next to the clone.
The situation is almost a dead end!
"Sword cultivator! Shushan sword cultivator! It's you and it's you!"
The blood mist slowly dissipated, and the eight ghosts turned into eight black mist, revealing their image.
"Shushan Sword Cultivator destroyed my sect! Eat you! Let me eat you!"
Among the eight black mists, a human face appeared from time to time, flying around the clones.
An evil ghost suddenly rushed out, pounced directly on Jiang Li's shoulder with a ghostly face, and then tore off a piece of flesh and blood.
The clone was in pain, and because of the lack of spiritual energy, the body was weak and almost unsteady.
"The taste of blood! I like the taste of blood, if there is some fear in it! Ah! Delicious!"
Stimulated by the blood of living people, the eight evil ghosts became even more excited, and two more fell on the clone's back, ruthlessly tearing off two pieces of flesh.
If this continues, Jiang Li's sword cultivator clone may be eaten by these eight evil ghosts right here!
"I thought they were pretending to be gods and ghosts here, and they even resurrected God Shura, but it turned out they were just a few little ghosts."
Jiang Li gritted his teeth and held back the pain, and then said this with pretended disdain.
He finally figured out that in this ruins, there was no Shura god who could give back to the believers, only eight evil ghosts that caused trouble.
The thing sitting in the center of the stone chamber should be the source of the chaotic power in this ruins, but it is indeed completely dead.
And these eight evil ghosts should have been transformed by the monks who used to be here.
"Shushan bastard! What did you say! I will tear you into pieces!"
A cloud of black mist suddenly flew in front of Jiang Li, and a wretched old face with a bald head and a long beard struck directly on the clone's face, threatening to bite off one of his eyeballs!
"Do you dare!"
Jiang Li shouted loudly, which actually shocked these evil spirits.
"You can't leave this stone room!"
He looked at the eight skeletons in the corner of the stone room.
As his personality changed, Wu Shi obviously no longer had the mood to bury the corpses. Those corpses should be the original bodies of these eight guys.
And judging from how they tried to stop the clone's footsteps just now, they were afraid that once the clone left the stone chamber, they would no longer be able to pursue it.
Sure enough, after hearing this, the eight ghosts became inexplicably quiet.
"The only people who know this place are me and him."
"Now that he is dead, you kill me again. When the next unlucky guy finds this place, it may take a hundred years? Two hundred years? Or forever?"
He pointed to the headless corpse on the ground, then sat down on the ground, acting like he had smashed a jar.
The eight black mist no longer bit the clone, but floated around the clone, and the ghost body began to roll violently.
After a while, another ghost floated over.
"It doesn't matter, as long as we occupy your body, we can get out."
The black mist is still rolling endlessly. This guy obviously doesn't know that in the eyes of knowledgeable people, it is actually not difficult to tell whether a ghost is lying.
"If seizing the body was so simple, you would have been able to get out long ago."
"If I guess correctly, the person who drinks this should be the one who can take you out."
Jiang Li took out the small porcelain bottle and shook it in his hand.
"Then, as you wish."
Just when these eight ghosts fell silent and were thinking about how to lure Jiang Li into submission.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Li opened the cork of the bottle, raised his head and poured it into his mouth without leaving a drop!