Author: Really the younger brother among younger brothers
Chapter 126 What kind of monster is that?
The battle for orthodoxy has begun to tilt, and Tian Changwen has gradually gained the upper hand.
Originally, Honda Changwen had to use offense instead of defense, and used Shi Ji's response to find out his tactics. Now that there is a slaughterhouse, he immediately changes from passivity to initiative.
The trend of the orthodoxy dispute is becoming more and more subtle, and Shi Ji no longer acts in extreme ways, and seems to be preparing to preserve the vitality of puppet cultivators.
But even so, small-scale frictions are still inevitable.
In particular, some puppet cultivators work in groups of threes and twos, specializing in sneak attacks on lone beast cultivators, using their heads in exchange for various resources.
Deep in the thick fog, you can occasionally see dilapidated shops.
There are generally more than five puppet cultivators gathered in the shop, with a clear division of labor between them. Even if they encounter an invincible beast cultivator, they can contact Shiji to quickly move to a safe area.
Hongchuan is one of them.
He and six colleagues were sitting in the courtyard of the shop. In front of them was a crackling bonfire, roasting unknown and weird meat.
Because of the prevalence of anthropomorphic beasts, even Hongchuan himself couldn't figure out the source of meat.
"Cough cough cough..."
Hongchuan coughed and couldn't help but spit out half of his tongue. He could see countless maggots squirming in the rotten flesh all over his body.
He quickly took out the elixir and took it, which suppressed the corpse stench all over his body.
"Damn it, it's definitely not okay to just sit back and have nothing."
Hongchuan cursed silently.
When he faced a fatal disease ten years ago, although he barely survived, his flesh and bones had already suffered irreversible transformation into a corpse.
Hong Chuan switched to more complete multi-limb exercises for self-protection, but he still had to take Huafu Pills from time to time, otherwise his foundation would inevitably be destroyed.
After most monks suffered from fatal illnesses, they inevitably left behind some shortcomings.
The total stage of death will last from the age of twenty to fifty. If it cannot be suppressed in time, the result will be a walking zombie like Hong Chuan.
The puppet cultivators working with Hong Chuan were also in a similar situation.
The only thing they can be thankful for is that they have survived the fatal disease no matter what, and the corrupt foundation retains the possibility of further progress.
Hongchuan sighed, biting the flesh with a vicious look on his face.
Ma Wenang remained silent for a long time, then turned around and spat out the finger bones in his mouth, "Hongchuan, the battle for orthodoxy is almost over."
"Is there any chance to kill a few more people in exchange for some spiritual stones?"
Hong Chuan frowned and couldn't help but murmured: "I thought so too, but there are fewer and fewer independent beast cultivators. The last fat sheep was ten days ago. How can I exchange for the Huafu Pills."
A puppet cultivator suggested: "How about looking for opportunities in animal disasters?"
His words immediately attracted the support of other puppet cultivators.
Hongchuan couldn't help but express his emotions, obviously he still had unrealistic illusions about spiritual practice.
He doesn't expect to be promoted to the False Elixir stage, but even if it is only the Weak Crown stage, the resources he receives from the grocery store will be 30% more.
Hong Chuan glanced at the four puppet cultivators who were traveling with him out of the corner of his eye, and was already thinking in his heart about how to make them serve as pawns in the beast's disaster.
Bang bang bang...
A silent crashing sound came from far away.
Hongchuan stood up reflexively, his eyes filled with greed.
In his impression, there was indeed a beastly disaster near the source of the impact, and it was the Black Wind Ridge that Yang Quanzi was responsible for. It was said that a dozen puppet cultivators were following Yang Quanzi.
The sudden change today is probably due to the beast cultivator's encirclement and suppression of Black Wind Ridge.
Yangquanzi cannot sit still and wait for death, the two parties will definitely fight.
Hongchuan felt that there might be a chance to pick up the leak, and he didn't even need to enter the Black Wind Ridge and just attack the beast cultivators outside.
Even if there are a certain number of anthropomorphic beasts mixed into the beast cultivator, it doesn't matter. The organs can still be used to sell spiritual materials, but it will cost less.
"Let's go, there's a big fish."
Hong Chuan showed a ferocious smile and called his colleagues to get ready.
He took out the spiritual tablets and contacted Shiji, piled up his stores and headed towards Heifeng Ridge. Because he was not going very fast, he appeared to be silent.
The shop stopped when it approached Heifeng Ridge, and the repairmen walked out of the courtyard one after another.
Hongchuan used the musk bead magical weapon to emit white smoke, covering the figures of the puppet cultivators, and he accelerated his pace and pointed directly at the eyesore of the wealthy mansion.
Before he had gone very far, he quickly realized something was wrong.
The surroundings were too quiet, and it didn't look like there was a beast cultivator sitting in charge. It revealed an indescribable sense of depression.
"Be careful."
After Hongchuan gave the warning, he signaled Ma Wenang to investigate the situation in the courtyard.
Ma Wenang nodded in agreement, held the eggs under his tongue, and then a dozen multi-armed mosquitoes contaminated with cerebral spinal fluid emerged from his nose.
"go."
Mosquitoes flew into the courtyard and headed straight for Heifeng Ridge.
Hong Chuan stared at Ma Wenang nervously. After a moment, Ma Wenang suddenly looked pained and dark red pus and blood flowed from his nostrils.
"What's wrong?!!"
"The brainworm died suddenly for no reason, perhaps because of the Black Wind Ridge."
Hong Chuan grabbed Ma Wenang's shoulders and asked impatiently: "Tell me, have you seen the beast cultivator sitting in charge?"
Ma Wenang looked puzzled: "The brainworm died too quickly, but I did see it."
"How many people, how distributed, have they noticed us..."
"It seems like there's only one person."
Hong Chuan's eyes widened and he thought he heard wrongly and asked again. Ma Wenang closed his eyes and recalled the scene he saw at that time.
"There is only one person. He should be the beast cultivator who escaped from Black Wind Ridge. I saw that he seemed to be seriously injured. He is taking some kind of pill to recover..."
Hong Chuan raised his eyebrows. The pill was expensive. Since the other party was able to take it without hesitation, it meant that the injuries suffered were difficult to suppress.
"Okay, that beast cultivator can escape from Yangquanzi, there must be something good about it, we must move as fast as possible to kill him."
Ma Wenang couldn't help but hesitate, and repeatedly checked the memory of the brain worm. He always felt that the beast cultivator seemed a little unusual.
He didn't open his mouth to remind him, but wisely shut his mouth.
The movement in Black Wind Ridge will definitely attract other cultivators to come. If they hesitate, they may not even be able to take a sip of the soup.
Hongchuan led the way through the courtyard and walked to the door of the living room.
Click, click, click...
They heard a strange sound coming from the living room, like ore being broken, and a bit like teeth chewing hard objects.
"What the hell?!"
Hong Chuan was confused and couldn't help but look at Ma Wenang, who was also in a daze.
He communicated with the magic weapon to detect the truth and reality. The beast cultivator in the living room did have a weak aura, which might just be used to bluff people.
If there is any further hesitation, the support from the animal cultivators might arrive.
"Damn it, when did I become so indecisive?"
Hongchuan gritted his teeth and pushed open the door. The thick smog hit his face, and the pungent and unpleasant smell made him feel deeply uncomfortable.
The puppet cultivators looked at each other, then brought up their spiritual power and went deep into the living room.
As they moved towards the Hundred Beasts Picture, they found a figure sitting cross-legged under the beast. It was at least three meters tall.
After Hong Chuan saw clearly the appearance of the beast cultivator, he couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
The beast cultivator leaned against the wall, his naked skin covered with uneven golden scales, and a pair of horns could be vaguely seen above his head.
His mouth grinned to his ears, and his mouth was filled with sharp, metallic teeth.
Click, click, click...
Hongchuan couldn't help but feel on pins and needles. The inexplicable chewing sound actually came from the middle-grade spiritual stone. Fang Zheng was treating the spiritual stone as food.
"not good."
He turned around and wanted to leave, but as soon as he took a step forward, he saw Ma Wenang's head falling at his feet, his expression extremely shocked.
The figure that looked like an animal but not an animal had already put its arm on Hong Chuan's shoulder.
Hongchuan couldn't help but want to laugh before he died.
I have been practicing hard for decades, but in the end it is still all in vain.
A thread flashed.
Hong Chuan's head was hanging in the air, and his headless body ran for hundreds of meters, and finally fell in front of the door, with only some pus flowing out of his dry blood vessels.
While he was still conscious, he kept his eyes open and looked.
"Mountains and seas...lay people..."
"It's really... amazing..."
Li Mo breathed heavily, suppressing the murderous intention in his heart, and simply sewed up the injury before the puppet cultivator's life was cut off.
There is no way, the corpse mountain needs the "residents" to remain in the state of the living dead, otherwise they will not be able to continuously obtain Yin spiritual energy.
Li Mo incidentally also ingested Yang Quanzi and other puppet cultivators into the mountain of corpses, as well as a large amount of monster flesh and blood harvested from the statue.
Suddenly there were more than a dozen tombstones, and the fourth peak continued to rise.
Li Mo's consciousness lost his sense of the mountain of corpses, indicating that the magic weapon had finally transformed.
There was no joy in his expression, because the disadvantages of "adopting animal bodies" for acquired Taoism were too great.
The body of the picking beast is accidentally formed by the tattooed beast absorbing the power of the Peiyuan fruit. To put it bluntly, it is the effect of painted green clothes on the physique.
The function of harvesting animal bodies is to allow monks to adapt to the organs of animals and transplant various animal limbs and organs without restriction.
Li Mo couldn't help but smile bitterly as he looked at himself looking neither human nor beast.
He had never thought of using the body of a raw animal to carry out inhuman transformation on himself.
When he was in Black Wind Ridge, Li Mo only tried to temporarily attach the animal head tattoo to himself and transform the tattoo completely into a beast.
The result is obvious. After Li Mo returned to the human body, due to the difficulty in controlling the acquired Taoist body, many parts of his body turned into beasts.
If he had sufficient spiritual power, he would have to eliminate the partial beast transformation of his tattoos bit by bit.
However, he turned into a three-legged golden toad and his Dantian was exhausted in just a few breaths.
When there are new spell pages in the future, you can consider giving priority to imprinting Qingyi to transform the animal's body from the acquired Tao body to the innate Tao body.
Li Mo stuffed a medium-grade spirit stone into his mouth and gradually shrunk some of his tattoos into beasts. The pain was no less than skin cramping.
At the same time, another puppet cultivator sneaked in outside Dahu's mansion and was noticed by Xiwu.
Li Mo's eyes turned red, and the ferocity of the three-legged golden toad was vividly displayed.
Before the puppet cultivator approached the living room, he chose to take the initiative and exploded with terrifying physical strength, killing four people instantly again.
However, they failed to control their strength this time, and three of them died completely.
Li Mo found that the animal nature in his heart had restrained, so he became more unscrupulous and launched a massacre around the mansion of the big family.
If you survive one round without dying, you will be eligible to become a member of the Corpse Mountain Graveyard.
Whenever you come outside the mansion, you can hear the wild roars of wild beasts. Those who don't know it think that a strange beast has escaped from Black Wind Ridge.
As time passed, the strength of the puppet cultivators who came here was obviously increasing, which showed that Shi Ji was already aware of the situation in Heifeng Ridge.
It's just that the puppet cultivator side has fallen into decline. Knowing that there are fake alchemy monks in Heifeng Ridge, Shi Ji can't invest a lot of manpower.
During the fight, the golden toad scales all over Li Mo's body slowly disappeared, but his pair of vertical beast pupils remained.