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Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty: I am the seventy-generation master of Maoshan

On Mount Joy.

The temperature remains around freezing all year round.

Because Xishen Sect is a corpse refining sect, the cold helps to preserve the corpse.

But for ordinary people, this temperature is really too cold.

It was so cold in the dungeon that the ordinary people who were fed blood had no hope of surviving.

"Brother, are we going to die?"

In the corner of the dungeon.

There was a man and a woman curled up, both of them looked young, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy hugged the girl. In this cold dungeon, they had only thin blankets to protect them from the cold. Even if they hugged each other for dear life, they were still very cold.

"If you die, just die. You and I have been dependent on each other since childhood, so it would be nice to die together."

The young man was disheartened.

His parents died when he was young, and he and his sister grew up difficult.

Unfortunately, before they could live a good life, a plague broke out in the local area. People infected by the plague were afraid of light and fire. They did not go out during the day and bit people when they saw them at night.

Everyone wanted to escape, but found that they couldn't get out.

No matter which direction you leave, you will come back to the town after going round and round.

Many people died.

The brother and sister were lucky enough to survive, and were brought here by a group of men in black pulling coffins.

In the dungeon, there are many people who have experienced the same thing as them.

After asking, I found out that the so-called plague was caused by someone polluting the water source and artificially creating zombies.

They couldn't get out because at the beginning of the incident, formations were set up around them.

When a small town is reduced to wasteland and a corpse king is created, someone will come to clean up the mess.

That's how they were brought out.

But after they come out, what awaits them is not freedom, but becoming blood food to feed the zombies.

It is said that there are countless dungeons like this in Xishen Sect, each holding hundreds of people, imprisoned like pigs and dogs. They can be used as blood food when alive, and can be used as corpses when dead. No matter they are alive or dead, they will not be wasted.

"Brother, I'm afraid."

The girl looked confused.

People are taken away from the dungeon every day, and new people are added.

She didn't know when it would be her turn, let alone what her fate would be.

And she was very hungry.

It has been several days since I was thrown into the dungeon, and I only had a little food every day, which was not enough to eat at all.

Under such circumstances, it is just a fantasy to escape, and I live in a state of confusion every day.

"There will be a chance."

The young man seemed to be encouraging and comforting himself: "I heard from the seniors in the dungeon that some lucky people can be selected to become disciples of the Xishen Sect. We are still young and have more advantages than those uncles and aunts. I believe it.

I, we will definitely be chosen.”

The younger sister fell silent.

The reason why the legend is a legend is that no one has ever seen it.

It's not so much true as it is everyone's wishful thinking.

Thinking of the Xishen Sect's habit of turning hundreds of miles of land into a zombie paradise at every turn, would they really choose their disciples from a blood meal?

If so.

How lucky is that person? How could he have kowtowed thousands of times in his previous life in exchange for this opportunity?

Wow...

Don't wait to think about it any further.

With the sound of chains shaking, three men in black robes walked in from outside.

Two of them were dungeon guards, and the leader was wearing a fang mask and looked quite noble.

As soon as he came in, he looked at everyone.

When he saw the girl, his eyes brightened slightly: "Yes, Xiaojiabiyu like this is very popular in the market."

The masked man waved his hand, and the two black-clothed guards behind him stepped forward to take him away.

The boy's eyes were splitting, and he stood in front of his sister like an old hen, roaring: "What are you going to do? Take me away if you want, don't touch my sister!"

"younger sister!"

The masked man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "It turns out that we are still a brother and sister, but it's a pity that your sister has fallen in love with me."

The young man was anxious and angry.

Without waiting for a move, he was thrown away by a guard in black. He said coldly: "You are lucky. This is the new direct disciple. It is your destiny to choose your sister to be the erotic corpse. Why don't you kneel down?" Kowtow.”

Gorgeous corpse.

Young people don’t know what the erotic corpse is.

But from the name, he knew it was not a good thing.

It's a pity that he is too weak.

I lay on the ground and tried several times but couldn't get up. My internal organs felt like they were on fire.

"Don't hit him. I'll go with you. I'll listen to you in everything you say."

I saw my brother curled up on the ground with an expression like a cooked prawn.

The girl cried and begged.

"You're lucky. I'm happy today and don't want to kill anyone."

The masked man didn't care too much, and waved to the girl: "Come with me, you have said it, and you will listen to me in everything."

The girl was reluctant to leave.

In order to prevent his brother from being beaten, he could only turn around and walk away.

Wait until the two of them leave.

The guard in black, half ferocious and half envious, lightly kicked the young man twice: "Get up, don't pretend to be dead."

After saying that, he added: "You are really lucky. Don't think there is anything wrong with being a pornographic corpse. Although a pornographic corpse is also a kind of zombie, it will retain the consciousness of a human being."

"Those big shots have never played with anything. Some of them are old monsters who have lived for thousands of years. They just like to play with strange things."

"I like the beautiful corpse of the Shen Sect, which is a treasure that has been sold for hundreds of millions of miles. If your sister can be sold to a big shot and become his favorite, when I look back and think of you, you may have a lot of good fortune, and even I will have to call you senior brother. Woolen cloth."

"Don't believe it, there is a true disciple in our Xishen Sect. His situation is similar to yours, except that you are the younger sister and he is the elder sister."

"What happened? His sister was turned into a corpse and sold to a big shot."

"The big shot favored him so much that he transformed into a true disciple within the sect. I am afraid he will not be able to escape the position of elder in the future."

The young man struggled to get up.

He glared at the black-clothed guard angrily, his eyes red, and his heart filled with humiliation.

Seeing that he didn't know how to praise him, the disciple in black restrained his smile.

It's really a toad that can't be lifted up.

Your sister hasn't become the boss's pet, so who else can show you this face?

To know.

The Xishen Sect produces a lot of beautiful corpses every year, but that true disciple is an extremely rare phenomenon.

Most pornographic corpses will be tossed back and forth in the hands of bosses like playthings throughout their lives, and then exchanged to others when they get tired of playing with them.

It's good now.

If I give you three points of color, I will open a dyeing workshop.

If this really makes you wish, you will still be alive.

Think of this.

The disciple in black looked coldly, and a black centipede crawled out from his trouser leg.

"What?"

The boy suddenly screamed and rolled on the ground holding his legs.

Looking at the young man whose face turned black and lost his breath in a blink of an eye, the disciple in black sneered in his heart: "If you want to blame it, it's your own bad attitude. I wanted to form a good relationship with you, but you are too unreasonable. .”

boom!!

Just as I was thinking about it, something suddenly shook outside.

The disciple in black hurriedly went out to check, and saw that the masked man who had just walked out was already in someone's hands, and the sister of the humiliated boy was standing aside blankly.

"Are you a disciple of the Xishen Sect?"

Zhang Heng has a cold attitude, but he is not indifferent to right from wrong.

The Xishen Sect has become a piece of meat on his chopping block, and he can kill it with just a thought.

God is happy.

Zhongtian is good at virtue.

The next day is easy to kill.

It was not his style to start killing people without saying a word, so he had to ask clearly if there was any unspeakable hidden meaning in order to avoid wrongful killing and unnecessary death.

"Senior, I am a direct disciple of Xishen Sect."

The masked man's legs were trembling. It was different from when he controlled the fate of others. When his own fate was controlled by others, he was speechless: "My life card is in the Palace of Eternal Life. If you kill me, you will definitely run away."

Don’t fall off.”

"run?"

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.

If they want to run away, they, the disciples of the Xishen Sect, must run away.

There is no debtor who doesn't run away, but debt collectors run away.

When he comes, he comes with a debt.

"Yes, as a direct disciple, you must know many secrets within the Xishen Sect, right?"

Zhang Heng became more and more satisfied with the masked man: "Tell me, what was the name of Xishen Sect before, when did it start to be called by its current name, and why did it change its name."

People are under the roof.

Although the masked man didn't know why Zhang Heng asked this, he had to bow his head when he should: "Senior, I haven't been a disciple for a long time. I heard some older brothers say that our Xishen Sect used to be called the Maoshan Corpse Exorcist Sect. As for why

I don’t know about the name change, but it happened not long ago, that is, three hundred years ago.”

Zhang Heng asked again: "What do you do in Xishen Sect on weekdays, and which ancestor do you worship?"

The masked man was trembling: "Raise the corpse, practice the corpse, and worship the ancestor..."

He glanced at Zhang Heng cautiously: "The one enshrined is the founder of our Xishen Sect, Patriarch Ning. I haven't seen any other enshrinements yet."

Hear the sound.

Zhang Heng's face instantly turned cold.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, the girl on the side added: "Senior, what he said about raising corpses is to spread corpse poison, turn a hundred miles radius into a zombie country, and use the lives of countless people to raise a corpse king, Xishen Sect

Each of my disciples has a corpse like this."

Hear this.

Zhang Heng had already made up his mind and sighed: "Sure enough, just passing down the skills without guidance, like an uncivilized savage who eats hair and drinks blood, will not do what I want."

Before, Zhang Heng was still thinking that there might be unspeakable reasons why the Corpse Exorcist Sect changed its name to Xishen Sect, such as the threat of powerful enemies, forcing the name to be changed.

Watch now.

He still expected too much.

That's right.

The founder of the Xishen Sect was just an ordinary person before the disaster.

He entered the secret realm with everyone and got a inheritance by luck, but he has no feelings for Maoshan.

Instead of carrying the Maoshan signboard and burning incense day and night, there is no way to have the pleasure of establishing a new sect and calling yourself the king and ancestor.

"In that case, I won't keep you."

Zhang Heng made a pun.

It seems like talking about the masked man again, and it seems like talking about the Xishen Sect again.

"senior."

Seeing Zhang Heng's expression of murderous intent, the masked man quickly said: "My father is..."

brush!

Don't wait to finish.

Zhang Heng flicked his index finger.

Under the erosion of the power of time, in an instant, the masked man turned into a pile of withered bones.

Looking at the disciple in black who was already frightened.

Zhang Heng's face was expressionless: "I am Zhang Heng, the 70th generation master of Maoshan. All disciples of the Three Mountains must praise me as the true protector of Zhengyixuantan. Is your father as big as me?"


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