Chapter 133: The Arrival of the Child Equipment School
Chapter 133 The Arrival of the Ziqi Sect
Author: Really the younger brother among younger brothers
Chapter 133 The Arrival of the Ziqi Sect
The multi-limbed mountain squirmed, its chrysanthemum-shaped mouthparts ejected suffocating metal dust, and the smell of rust filled the surrounding area.
Even if the sun is shining brightly, the visibility in Duoji Mountain is only half a meter.
A large number of casual cultivators are stranded in the Shanhai Market. They cannot go to high altitudes to find spiritual materials and can only pray that the sandstorm will end soon.
Under normal circumstances, Duoji Mountain will only enter an active period every ten days, and the duration will not exceed half a day.
But for some unknown reason, the sudden sandstorm showed no signs of stopping.
With the stimulation of metal dust, the arms transplanted all over San Xiu's body began to thrive again, absorbing nutrients from the body like crazy.
The casual cultivators did not show any panic at all, but seemed eager to try.
It's as if there really is an acquired Taoist body being nurtured.
Compared with the increasingly crazy casual cultivators, Song Liang and others have not been affected mentally by the Multi-limb Mountain because they have never switched to poly-limb exercises.
They were nesting in the weapon-refining shop, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.
It can be seen from the sunken eye sockets of everyone that the metal toxin has already penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the nails are gradually falling off due to decay.
Staying in Duoji Mountain for a long time seems to have only two outcomes.
Go crazy or die.
After Song Liang was silent for a long time, he said dejectedly: "Oh, it's all my fault. Let's go, pack up our things and leave Duoji Mountain."
The other monks did not reply, and their expressions could not help but appear in a trance.
Half a year ago, the Shanhai Market was still very prosperous. Who would have thought that it would take a turn for the worse in such a short period of time.
Song Liang couldn't help but feel regretful.
If he had listened to Li Mo's advice, he wouldn't have been so poisoned now, and even several old friends died from it.
Song Liang has clearly understood the pros and cons, but there are still some people who are unwilling to give up.
They hope that Duoji Mountain will stop spewing metal dust and the Shanhai Market will return to prosperity, thereby reaping huge profits.
Song Liang murmured: "I have to go. Even if I die, I have to go back. Let's go..."
He forced the golden sand diagram to wrap around his head, put on the protective magic weapon neatly, and couldn't wait to plunge into the yellow sand in the sky.
Li Zhuang stood up and followed Song Liang, while the other monks looked hesitant.
In the end, there were only five monks who decided to leave, and Li Qingfang still stubbornly chose to stay in the weapon refining shop.
They don't know what's right or wrong, and they feel deeply confused.
Li Qingfang leaned against the window with a dull expression, staring at Li Zhuang's retreating figure.
As they grow older, the brother and sister have gone against each other. Ever since they came to Shanhai Market, they have had many quarrels over profit.
Li Qingfang was stunned.
She noticed that at some point along the road there were all casual cultivators, ignoring the corrosion of metal dust, and kept repeating the word "child".
Due to the abnormal situation, Song Liang and others had to stop where they were.
"etc!!!"
Song Liang seemed to have seen something and pointed to the top of his head in horror. Li Zhuang's legs became weak and he collapsed to the ground, using his hands and feet to move back.
"Brother, brother..."
Li Qingfang quickly ran out of the weapon refining shop.
She followed Song Liang's gaze and found that at the top of Duoji Mountain, there were two figures heading towards Shanhai Market.
Judging from the flight trajectory of the figure, it probably originated from the top of the Multi-limbed Mountain.
At the same time, the sandstorm that had been raging for many days finally showed a tendency to stop, but the sky and the earth were already stained with a layer of metallic luster.
Li Qingfang was sitting on pins and needles.
The two figures had no limbs, and were accompanied by thick smoke and dust. Fine acid rain fell from the sky, and the ground sizzled.
The figure stopped a hundred meters away from Shanhai Market.
The cultivators came to their senses, but their bodies raised their arms uncontrollably, and signs of metal corrosion appeared on their fingertips.
"who?!!"
Wutu, as the false Danqi guarding Duoji Mountain, immediately appeared in Shanhai Market.
He sat cross-legged on the throne made of limbs. As soon as his eyes came into contact with the two of them, he felt helpless in the face of the Danjie monk.
But the two of them are only in the late stage of the weak championship.
A man and a woman ignored Wu Tu. They were wearing yellow and red metal velvet robes with a pattern similar to a bronze tripod tattooed on their chests.
The woman's skin was rotten, her exposed flesh was crystalline, and smoke billowed out of her hollow eyes, forming an acid rain cloud.
The man's corpse had slightly fewer traces, his body was covered with spider web-like cracks, and magma-like blood could be seen constantly flowing.
What frightened Wu Tu was that the man had no brain, and there was a miniature volcano above his head, with thick smoke filled with the smell of sulfur from time to time.
"No...impossible. Han Cai said that the brain is a restricted area for medical skills..."
Wu Tu instinctively wanted to escape, but the lotus throne was out of control, like fish on a chopping board, and could only be slaughtered by others.
The two Ziqi sect disciples looked disgusted and looked at the casual cultivators in Shanhai Market.
"There are too few medicine people, it shouldn't be."
"Junior sister Shengxia, I heard that a pill-forming monk from our sect is coming. If he sees the inner beast in such desolate state, will he be angry with us?"
Sheng Xia pursed her lips and smiled softly: "No, the pill-forming monks are not here to collect the medicine. Why does the Heart Beast Sect need such a formation?"
"Why is that?"
"How could Junior Sister know this? Senior Brother Zhang, please see if you have any useless limbs. I don't want to use my [Sea Pot] hands and feet as a medicine harvester."
"That's right. I have to be careful."
Zhang Sheng's breathing became heavy. Even though the sandstorm in Duoji Mountain had stopped, the thick smoke from the volcano above him was getting more intense.
The monks realized that the medicine man was referring to themselves, and couldn't help but tremble all over.
Even though the disciples of the Ziqi Sect are only at the late Weakuan stage, the restraint from their skills prevents them from even making a sound.
"The quality of the meat limbs is too poor. It seems that the medicine people did not make good use of Duobao Mountain. Everyone is suffering from death and illness, and the smell is nauseating."
Sheng Xia said regretfully: "According to the wishes of the eldest mother, the medicine people in the false elixir stage must not be hurt, and they must be retained to advance to the elixir formation, otherwise harvesting is not bad..."
Wu Tu's clothes were soaked with sweat.
He realized why Tian Changwen had always been worried about multi-limb exercises. The puppet cultivator was just making wedding clothes for the disciples of the Ziqi sect.
Zhang Sheng's eyes fell on a late-stage casual cultivator.
"Just you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the casual cultivator covered his head, dark blood flowed from his facial features, and then his skull swelled under the load.
boom.
There was a muffled sound.
Minced meat was mixed with brain matter spattering, and the headless corpse was still twitching.
Zhang Sheng waited until the smell of blood faded, then slowly landed on the ground and floated directly past Li Qingfang. The beast cultivator was nothing more than a dead thing to him.
The transplanted arm on the back of the corpse was actively peeled off, exuding the aura of a magical weapon.
A large number of flesh-and-blood tentacles like iron worms protruded from Zhang Sheng's shoulders. After wrapping around his arms, the two quickly combined with each other.
There is no trace of splicing on the outside.
Magma-like blood flowed into the arm, and the skin and flesh immediately began to shrink.
Zhang Sheng stretched out his hands and muttered helplessly to himself: "The quality of the flesh limbs is difficult to use, but after all, they are just embryos of magic weapons. They can still last for ten days and a half."
"Junior sister, you can watch the harvesting of the other medicine men, so you can go back to the mountain gate to do business."
Shengxia licked the tip of her nose with her tongue, and dozens of cultivators let out shrill screams, then opened their mouths in disbelief.
The nutrients in their flesh, flesh and bones are rapidly losing, and the transplanted arms are becoming more and more restrained.
Bang bang bang...
Headless corpses fell to the ground. The scene was very similar to the medicine field on Douban Mountain. No wonder the puppet cult was called "Medicine Man".
After Shengxia selected the fleshy limbs, she immediately opened her mouth and swallowed all the rest of the fleshy limbs directly into her belly to complete the commission of the Ziqi Sect.
"It's better to be short-term than indiscriminate, junior sister."
Zhang Sheng reminded that if all the medicine people are killed, it will be difficult to follow up, and most people must be retained to allow them to have some luck.
Wu Tu noticed that the structure of Shengxia's stomach was exactly the same as that of the storage bag, making it difficult to imagine how the Ziqi sect existed.
He consciously communicated with the spirit tablet and sent the message to Tian Changwen who was far away in Rong Town.
Zhang Sheng glanced at Wu Tu and didn't care about the latter's actions. Anyway, he was just a medicine man at his mercy.
Little did he know, there was someone secretly preparing to hunt the cicada with the mantis and the oriole behind.
Li Mo hid on the edge of the Shanhai Market, watching the harvesting of the disciples of the Ziqi Sect, and had an estimate of the strength of the two men.
"The physique of the disciples of the Ziqi Sect is really weird."
They seem to be born without limbs, and have an acquired Tao body similar to the Hunyuan Tao body, which makes their spiritual power show unspeakable corrosiveness and will continue to pollute the environment.
For disciples of the Ziqi sect, magical weapons are refined based on limbs, and the materials are selected from the medicine men affiliated with the Ziqi sect.
At the same time, due to the corrosive nature of spiritual power, limbs generally cannot be used for long periods of time.
As they keep changing their arms, the demand for medicine men increases day by day, so they will naturally focus on small forces.
Li Mo felt that although Zhang Sheng and the two were Houtian Taoists, they were not Hunyuan Taoists.
At the same time, it is too ostentatious, and it is obviously impossible to replace him. We can only wait for the other disciples of the Ziqi Sect to appear one after another.
Li Mo narrowed his eyes.
If there is no suitable candidate, then try to figure out the situation of Zi Qi Sect and use Hunyuan Dao Body to become one of them.
Even if you take some risks, you won't hesitate. After all, the Heart Beast Sect's techniques must have flaws.
In ancient times, the Heart Beast Sect only had Tian Chenzi who was in the elixir-forming stage. As a result, seven thousand years later, high-level monks were still stuck in the elixir-forming bottleneck.
Li Mo was the first to say that there were no drawbacks to the exercise. Li Mo was the first to not believe it.
If you rely on the Heart Beast Sect's skills to form an elixir by chance, you will probably get stuck in the Nascent Soul stage, and becoming an immortal is a luxury.
At the same time, Li Mo was very concerned about the Danjie monk from the Ziqi sect mentioned by Zhang Sheng, since coming to the Heart Beast Sect had nothing to do with the medicine man harvesting.
Could it be for the best spiritual stone...
To be honest, all the monks in the Heart Beast Sect may not be worth a top-quality spiritual stone.
The probability of involving the top-quality spiritual stone is extremely high. The only good thing is that the top-quality spiritual stone was not intentionally stored in the Iron Cauldron Secret Realm, but was stolen by the old Penglai Taoist.
The Penglai old Taoist died without any evidence, and the people behind the scenes were most secretly investigating.
"Huh?"
Zhang Sheng glanced around with a grin, and he noticed a mouse peeping in the dark.
It's really interesting.
There will always be a few self-righteous idiots in small sects who rely on the Taoist body to have strong eyes but weak hands, but the Taoist body and the Taoist body are completely different.