Looking at Ming He walking slowly in, Qingxu's teeth were trembling.
"You are the first sect in China. Instead of slaying demons, you listen to the monsters' orders and come to make trouble for our little monks!" Qingxu hissed: "Has Tianshu Temple also fallen to this level?"
The first sect in China... Qin Yi was a little speechless. He knew that Minghe's background was very impressive, but he didn't expect that he was so awesome. And she seemed to be from the "first palace" of this sect? I don't know the specific concept, but it sounded like
Is it the most important core part or the most powerful department in this sect?
This is really a big deal. No wonder Liusu's first judgment was that "it definitely comes from the authentic Taoism" and "what he learned is very superb". This is an "orthodox" flavor that cannot be erased even by tens of thousands of years. Maybe it is the source.
Inherited from an acquaintance of Liusu?
Minghe said calmly: "At this time, why are you still putting on a show? There must be an ancient corpse here. You have always covered it up because you were afraid that rashly touching the ancient corpse might attract the attention of the noble family. Unfortunately, there is a monster that keeps going against you.
Using the influence of the Wang family to spread clues outside the county, and eventually attracting Pindao, that's all. Wherever the ancient corpse is hidden, we might as well recruit it."
"That ancient corpse cannot be moved at all!" Qingxu was trembling with anger: "That is an unconscious real corpse. My corpse refining technique has not reached the level of being able to refine and turn a Soaring Cloud Realm monk into a corpse puppet.
It’s just during the sacrifice.”
Minghe asked: "Then where did your corpse refining technique come from?"
"I realized it through the images I gained beside the ancient corpse." Qingxu said, "Just like the word "Tao" on the mountainside, Pindao also understood some methods from it. This is Pindao's own understanding."
Liusu complained: "I have a high understanding of the three major illusions of cultivating immortals. If you give me resources, I will become an immortal emperor."
Qin Yi: "..."
Minghe was silent for a moment, and his expression showed some pity: "You have indeed become someone else's corpse, but you don't know it."
Qingxu was furious: "Nonsense, nonsense! I am always clear-headed. I practiced all the practices myself. How could it be someone else's corpse?"
"The moment you 'enlighten' the art of corpse refining, you are actually already dead. The remaining soul is taken into custody and washed into the shape she wants. You sacrifice the ancient corpse in the hope that you can control it.
One day, I actually did it for her." Minghe looked solemn and said slowly: "Everything belongs to me, Senluo is my helper, has anyone from the Senluo Sect in Wanxiang come to this world..."
Demonic way! This concept jumped out of Qin Yi's mind.
Sure enough, there are immortal ways and demonic ways. Not all practitioners are immortal. In fact, you should understand it from what Ming He and the old Taoist nun said before.
And as Minghe said the words "Wanxiang Senluo", Qingxu's eyes began to freeze. Slowly, the entire eyeballs turned gray, and the skin began to stiffen, and gradually became iron-colored. Iron-colored
On top of his skin, hair began to grow that looked like mold.
"The peak-level iron corpse of Qin Xin is not easy to deal with. You should retreat further." Minghe stared at Qingxu and said to Qin Yi without looking back: "Don't leave too far. Although the owner of this corpse may not be here,
But it’s better to be careful.”
Qin Yi took a few steps back and listened to Liusu's explanation: "This is the original form of the corpse puppet. After being broken by Minghe, the soul dissipated and the magical ability disappeared. It was replaced by infinite strength and a body like steel.
, and also has high resistance to spells. If Minghe was still a monk at the same level as him at this time, there would probably be nothing he could do against him. It would not be difficult to crush him at his current level."
After a pause, he admired again: "This Qingxu didn't hide that he was a corpse refiner at first, and the appearance of the corpse revealed after being defeated was normal. Even he thought so, but he actually hid it from me. I don't know why he still showed up.
There is a hidden trick. The newly developed methods are very interesting..."
Qin Yi nodded. Not only is the new doorway interesting here, but the calculations in people's minds are also interesting. Qingxu appears to be a living person, but is actually a corpse. When they realize this, people already think they have found the truth.
I never thought that this was hiding a deeper truth. Even Qingxu himself didn't know it, so he concealed it without any trace, even Liusu missed it.
Of course, once the precedent of Taoist Qinghe came out, Liusu Qin Yi also guessed this possibility. Minghe seemed to know his opponent better, so he could explain it more clearly.
"Whoosh!" The battle over there has begun. Qingxu Iron Corpse thrust its palm into Ming He's neck at a speed far beyond Qin Yi's imagination. This palm actually caused sparks of violent friction in the air. This is not something that simple physics can do.
What he did was the result of the rapid collision between the corpse energy and the spiritual energy in the air.
Qin Yi was surprised: "Shouldn't the speed of zombies be very slow?"
Liusu said: "Who told you? Besides, this is an iron corpse with a strong body, not an ordinary zombie."
Qin Yi was speechless.
Ming He's figure turned into an afterimage, and the Iron Corpse hit nothing. His palm cut into the wall of the stone house, cutting in like tofu.
Ming He's real body has already arrived at the other corner of the stone house. He holds the long sword in his hand and points it diagonally at the ground.
The interior of the stone house quickly turned into frost, and countless ice crystals shuttled through the room, surrounding the iron corpse.
"The art of immeasurable transformation, the art of ice prison and cold mist." Liusu's voice became more and more interesting: "There have been some subtle improvements in the method and method of performing the spell, but the effect has not been weakened. It's very good."
Qin Yi wanted to complain. Should I watch the show or you?
However, if a layman looks at the excitement and an expert looks at the doorway, Liusu can certainly see more value by observing the Battle of Minghe. Maybe just by looking at it, Liusu can refer to it and summarize it to improve its own methods.
For Qin Yi himself, what he can understand is that Minghe is a mage.
Although she has a sword, she doesn't know much about swordsmanship. The movement of swinging the sword is more like dancing than martial arts. When the sword is in her hand, it is obviously just a medium for casting spells, but when it is thrown out, it is a magic weapon with infinite power.
Even if it is used as a magic weapon for attack, it is not a "flying sword" in the conventional sense, but a strange glare, which seems to have a strong restraint effect on monsters or such corpse demons. The sword light lightly brushed against the iron corpse.
The iron corpse roared in pain, and blue-black pus and blood dripped from the body that did not have blood. This was due to the corpse poison in the body being ruptured by the sword light.
Qin Yi sniffed and looked at the stick in his hand resentfully.
It can neither provide the effect of condensing and increasing the mana in the body, nor can it be used to draw external divine thunder and sky fire, nor can it be used to explode any wonderful and hurtful power... In the hand, it is just a pure smash, but when thrown, it has tassel control capabilities.
A roundabout, nothing more...
They are also cultivators, and I am also a cultivator... But why do I feel like a barbarian...
Liusu Youyou said: "Don't look at me like that, I know what you are thinking... The fact is that the level of this mace is too high. Apart from using the material, you can't touch any other effects."
"At least develop it a little bit first."
"Hmm... the spikes of wolf fangs can explode suddenly. What is the effect of this?"
Qin Yi's chrysanthemums tightened, and he thought of some terrible scenes.
There was a clear scolding from Minghe over there, and the long sword had pierced the iron corpse's heart. A faint icy coldness spread along the wound, and the entire iron corpse's body was about to freeze.
"It's done?" Qin Yi scratched his head. Although he said he came to see Minghe crush him, if he really thought he could defeat the BOSS so easily, he always seemed to feel empty and something was wrong...
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Ming He's expression change slightly: "Who awakened the ancient corpse!"
"Rumble..." A slight tremor came from the ground, and the desolate and dead corpse spirit dispersed instantly.
"..." Qin Yi just wanted to give himself a slap in the face! Isn't it smooth and smooth? What kind of monster are you doing!