In the past, life as a salted fish was quite good, but after being a salted fish for several months, Qin Yang already felt tingling all over his body.
Those who came to stop him from becoming a salted fish were either killed or tricked to death without even knowing it was him.
The remaining people all thought that he was a good person who was eager for justice and willing to help others. Now no one believed him when he said he was a bad person. Even Qin Yang himself felt that he had become a moral model and went straight to the sage.
go.
"Life is really as lonely as snow..."
Lying on the deck and basking in the sun, Qin Yang closed his eyes and studied the two skill books he just touched.
When Qin Yang was able to find a skill book on the corpse, he completely confirmed that his guess was correct.
Otherwise, if the consciousness is still there and the vitality is not extinguished, even if the body is destroyed, for many monks, it is not considered dead.
Whether the physical body is destroyed or not is not the same as whether the vitality is extinct. After all, for some strong people, even if the physical body is destroyed, if the vitality is not extinguished, they can still find ways to rebuild the physical body.
In the past, the body of the Withered Blood Dao Ji was destroyed, but she couldn't even touch her body.
This time the consciousness was separated from the physical body and became an independent existence. Only then could he touch the corpse. This was also the key to Qin Yang's action without hesitation.
The white skill book that Xuan Yi took out from his face was definitely not a magical or secret skill based on previous experience. In fact, it was indeed the case.
It was just an abstract partial map. The things marked on it were also written in a strange and strange language. Qin Yang didn't recognize a word of it. The map as a whole only covered a hundred miles of land. It was so big that there was no way to find it.
On the contrary, what the faceless man touched was a magical power, a magical power of disguise that made Qin Yang's eyes turn blue with greed.
It’s called fetal transformation.
This magical power also has three levels. The first level is the method of changing body and appearance that Qin Yang saw, which is called the treasure of shape-changing.
This shocked Qin Yang, because he also learned the art of shape-changing very early on.
After comparing the two, it was discovered that the Shapeshifting Technique was indeed born out of the Shapeshifting Treasure Technique, but it only had a part of the surface, and the real core meaning was not at all.
The shape-changing technique was obtained from Zhang Zhengyi back then...
"This turtle grandson, I will definitely beat him to death next time we meet! This guy actually bribed me with an abridged and weakened version!"
Qin Yang absolutely did not believe that Zhang Zhengyi did not have a complete Shapeshifting Art. Comparing the two, it was clear that an abridged and weakened version could only be produced if there was an authentic version.
No wonder the secret book given by Zhang Zhengyi looked quite new. It seemed that it was copied not long ago...
There was no doubt at that time, it was all because this kind of copying of classics by oneself was the most common situation among low-level monks.
It was forgotten when we were not familiar with each other. Later, when we all joined the same sect, we talked about it once in a while. This guy even said that it was hard for him to obtain the art of shape-shifting, and he reluctantly gave it to himself...
If you don't mention it at all, it's just a cut and weakened version.
Fortunately, I was very moved at the time, and felt that Junior Brother Zhang was actually pretty good as one of my own...
If I hadn't seen the genuine version, I might have been fooled to death.
As for where this guy learned it when he was still a weakling, Qin Yang is no longer interested in knowing...
"It's time to return to the sect..." Qin Yang made a clenching fist and made up his mind.
I gave Scar and the others instructions to drive the Ghost to the southern border of the South China Sea and wander around the Dead Sea. There is a safe route, don't go too deep, and there won't be any danger.
After all, the Ghost is a pirate, and it would not be good to stay in the South China Sea for a long time.
After the explanation, Qin Yang took Bai Yi and left. He couldn't trust this guy who volunteered.
Before they reached the wilderness, Bai Yi said that the sect had summoned him and left on his own. Qin Yang was even more sure that the purpose of this guy was impure.
But it doesn't matter, the Ghost should be out of the South China Sea now and in the Dead Sea, without fear of anyone pursuing it.
As for yourself?
Ever since I completed the Secret Book of Burial in the Sea, I have been feeling restless. I am feeling unwell and waiting to find something to do.
Set foot on the wild land.
After wandering on the sea for a long time, I am used to seeing the sky high and the sea vast and boundless. I originally thought that setting foot on the mainland would feel like a gap.
But when we actually set foot on the land of the wilderness, looking at the mountains hundreds of thousands of miles away to the north, all the mountains are stacked, towering and reaching up to the clouds, showing their majesty. A kind of magnificence that is completely different from that of the sea first comes into mind.
He gave up flying and instead walked in the mountains and forests. It was only a hundred miles away, and the dangers that were completely different from those in the sea gave Qin Yang his first impression.
"Bah..."
He exerted force in his palm and shattered an insect the size of a fingernail into the air. Green mucus splashed out from the insect's body and landed on the trunk of a giant tree where a dozen people were hugging each other.
A sizzling sound was heard. The branches of this giant tree that had lived for who knows how many years were corroded rapidly, the green leaves withered and withered, and the branches shrank. In just a dozen breaths, the giant tree towering hundreds of feet collapsed into pieces.
Piles of powder scattered...
This is the first time I have encountered strange poisonous insects. The poisonous insects here all look inconspicuous and have no magical aura. They all look so weak that they can be crushed to death with just one finger.
But after crushing a daring poisonous insect to death last time and half of his hand being corroded until only the bones were visible, Qin Yang learned his lesson.
It is said that the Southern Barbarians are mountainous, but there is a rumor that there are no corpses in the green mountains. It seems to be true.
Along the way, I have never seen a complete corpse.
The only time I saw the corpse of a beast was that it was covered by a group of poisonous insects. Within half a stick of incense, the corpse turned into white bones. Then some more poisonous insects came and the bones disappeared...
Although this ghost place has a lot of resources, it is full of poisonous insects, snakes and ants, the mountains are full of miasma and poisonous gas, and there are countless types.
Fortunately for poisonous insects, some poisonous gases that are invisible or audible can kill people without being visible.
No wonder the people living here are either the native Li people who are accustomed to the environment here, or the Jiu people who have been exiled here. Even Baishui Lang rarely sets foot on land.
In comparison, the South China Sea has simply become a paradise on earth.
After experiencing the enthusiasm of the southern barbarians, Qin Yang flew away, chose a direction, and headed towards the nearest city.
This visit to Dahuang is not a sudden one.
The master kept saying that he wanted to go back and identify the sect, and Qin Yang also felt that it was necessary. He couldn't even know where the sect was. With the urinary nature of the sect, he might move again one day.
Furthermore, it is also business to go back and deal with the Buddha's bones and golden body.
And when returning to the sect, I have to pass by the Nanman, just in time to return Xuan Yi's body, and make a favor with Haili. If I want to have a friendly relationship with such an isolated ethnic group, I can't usually do it.
Very difficult.
Apart from these, just to see if Zhang Zhengyi is still alive...
After flying all the way and seeing the city appear in the distance, Qin Yang fell from the air and passed by a dusty middle-aged man. The middle-aged monk's expression changed slightly.
He took out a piece of crumpled gold paper from his arms and spread it out. Qin Yang's face was printed on it, with a sly smile on his face. He squinted his eyes and didn't know what to look at.
"Qin Youde dug up people's ancestral graves, how dare he show up so arrogantly!"
The middle-aged monk looked shocked, then gritted his teeth and shouted.
"Qin Youde!"
Qin Yang paused and looked back, and saw the middle-aged monk rushing towards him with red eyes and a ferocious face.
"Is it okay to dig up my ancestor's tomb and escape to the southern barbarians? How dare you show up! I will kill you today!"
"Fellow Taoist, you have recognized the wrong person." Qin Yang sighed, seeing that this man's lungs were almost exploding with anger, and it was obvious that he was unable to communicate. With one step, Qin Yang's feet were marked by a series of Tianya Forbidden City that appeared close at hand, and disappeared in the same place in an instant.
After more than a dozen breaths, Qin Yang changed his appearance and entered the city again without any disturbance in his heart.
Without even thinking about it, I knew that it was definitely Zhang Zhengyi, the great grandson!
This guy is so crazy that he digs up people's ancestral graves, uses his own name and face, and is hunted down to the South Barbarians?
It's so good...
The sequence of the previously planned process can be changed. First find Zhang Zhengyi and kill him. Now it is shot in the first sequence.
After entering the city, Qin Yang went straight to a talisman and seal shop that seemed to be doing neither good nor bad business.
"Do you accept the ink baskets?" Qin Yang didn't waste any time and asked as soon as he entered the door.
"Take it..." The waiter's eyes lit up and he quickly replied.
"I have quite a few here, the quantity is large."
"Sir, please come inside. Our shopkeeper will be here soon."
After being invited to the inner hall, Qin Yang showed his face and waited quietly for the shopkeeper here.
The moment he saw the shopkeeper, Qin Yang made a seal with his hand and said casually: "Thirty-seven kinds of ink pots, none of them are repeated. One kind has eighty-eight, one kind has nine, and thirty-five kinds have seventy-eight.
Just a fifth-grade spiritual stone, I’ll give it to you at a fraction of the price.”
The shopkeeper's pupils swelled and shrank, and after his eyes changed, he immediately bowed and saluted.
"I have met my lord."
"You're welcome, I came here to ask you something."
"My lord, please forgive me for talking too much. I just received the news that your lord has appeared at the gate of the city. It's better for you to leave quickly. My lord, during this time... well, I have offended a lot of people. Some of them have already chased the Nanman. I must have
They will soon trace the whereabouts of the master again..." The shopkeeper had a grimace on his face and earnestly advised him.
Qin Yang's forehead was throbbing with veins, and it took him a while to calm down. Now even his own people thought he was digging graves to offend others.
"It seems that the shopkeeper's information is a bit behind. Don't you know that I am now the captain of the Ghost and have been in the South China Sea recently?"
"Ah..." The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and said with a wry smile: "This is just a small stronghold, and there are some things that I don't know about. It's just that my lord was offered a reward, and it caused quite a fuss.
That’s why I heard about it…”
"Where is Zhang Zhengyi?" Qin Yang suppressed his anger.
It’s true that even before I arrived in the wilderness, the legend of Lao Tzu was already circulating in the wilderness.
I said it casually back then, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a prophecy.
"I don't know, my subordinates. If you want to know the details, sir, walk three thousand miles north. That's where the intelligence gathers. The person in charge there should know..."
Qin Yang ended the conversation without saying a word and headed straight to the north.
After arriving at the city, asking questions, and getting the information he wanted, Qin Yang's lungs exploded three times on the spot.
Of the eighteen states on the southern border of the Great Ying Dynasty, fifteen states actually issued their own arrest warrants.
The number of affected sects and families, large and small, totaled more than fifty!
Qin Youde's reputation for digging ancestral graves has now spread to the Southern Barbarians.
The accumulated number on the reward order is enough to make many people jealous of the heads on his neck.
As for Zhang Zhengyi, a bastard, he really couldn't survive anymore, so he ran away to Nanman, where many people chased him.
Even if he doesn't come, the news will be available in the South China Sea in a few months at most.
Others may not know the specific whereabouts of Zhang Zhengyi, but how could the burglar not know.
This guy got into such a big trouble. If the thieves hadn't secretly helped him, he would have been chopped into pieces and fed to dogs.
"Send a message to the door and tell Uncle Meng to find another apprentice. I will rip off Zhang Zhengyi's head and use it as a ball!"
Leaving a message to the local person in charge of the theft sect, Qin Yang angrily joined the team chasing Zhang Zhengyi.
…
Between the mountains, mist is steaming, and the miasma obscures everything in sight.
Qin Yang, who seems to have a slender figure, shuttles between the mountains, stepping on the empty ground as if he were walking on flat ground.
Behind him, rays of divine light chased him, and the thin version of Qin Yang hid in the forest, leaning against the tree, and immediately blended into the tree and disappeared.
After the rays of divine light flew away, the thin version of Qin Yang walked out of the tree again, jeered, and ran to the side.
Just then, clouds came from the sky and turned into black clouds, covering the sky and the sun, and streaks of lightning flashed and galloped among the black clouds.
The thin version of Qin Yang looked up and didn't take it seriously. This kind of weather change was really normal in the Southern Barbarians. The sun was shining brightly one moment, and there would be thunderstorms the next.
"Rumble..."
Thunder exploded, and suddenly, a bolt of thunder fell from the black clouds, falling straight towards the place where the thin version of Qin Yang was.
And this also seemed to cause a chain reaction, with dazzling lightnings falling one after another like a downpour.
Looking from a distance, it looks like lightning branches like branches, one after another, changing and swaying wildly.
And the changes that occurred here also attracted those who came to pursue them.
When they turned around and came back, they saw a thin version of Qin Yang, his whole body charred and blackened, rushing out screaming in the dazzling lightning.
However, before they could make any move, another Qin Yang, weighing at least 200 kilograms, appeared in the air and roared down.
"You bitch, let me ruin my reputation. If I don't tear off your head and play it with a ball today, I will take your surname!"
Qin Yang's whole body was gleaming with lightning, and the black thunder above his fists exuded a strong aura of destruction.
Just falling down seemed to cause changes in the sky. Among the black clouds, thousands of dazzling thunders gathered into a river of thunder and washed down.
In the dense forest below, thousands of trees were instantly twisted into powder. Only the light shone past, and a small hilltop disappeared. In the lush mountain forest, a charred area hundreds of feet wide and stretching for miles, appeared out of thin air.
Appear.
"What... is this? How come there are two Qin Youde?" A middle-aged monk stood in the air and stared blankly at the thin version of Qin Yang, who was beaten by the fat version of Qin Yang without being able to fight back.
force.
Looking at the momentum of this fat version of Qin Yang's attack, there are two people who are completely chasing them...
"Listen to what he means, could it be that Qin Youde who dug up people's ancestral graves is pretending to be?" Another person next to him nodded thoughtfully: "I said this Qin Youde is so heartless and crazy, in just over a year.
During the period, dozens of ancestral graves were dug up. It turned out that he had disguised his identity and wanted to frame others..."
"No wonder it is so. I met the fatter Qin Youde a few days ago, and he even said that I recognized the wrong person..." The middle-aged monk looked at the place of battle and hesitated: "Whether it's true or not, his
The reward is not low..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw a giant green bird with a wingspan of more than a hundred feet appearing in mid-air. The giant bird grabbed a dark green copper bell with its feet, raised its head to the sky and neighed, but only heard a low tone of the bell.
Explosion.
"Boom..."
The moment the bell rang, the world suddenly became silent, and there was only one bell ringing between heaven and earth.
Amidst the silence of all things, a ripple spread out from the bell body. Wherever it passed, the mountains collapsed and the trees turned into powder.
The people watching the battle, who had not yet decided whether to join the battle, all changed their expressions.
"No, let's go quickly..."
Rays of divine light soared into the sky, and they fled in terror.
And the ripples spread out, and the area tens of miles away was razed to the ground. The bell has not yet dissipated, and everything has lost its sound.
In the center of the battlefield, a thin version of Qin Yang had transformed into Zhang Zhengyi. He fell to the ground, covered in blood. The twenty-odd broken magic weapons around him were all shattered by the blow of the Haoyang Bell.
He barely resisted.
Seeing Qin Yang approaching with a sinister expression and a murderous look on his face, Zhang Zhengyi was almost scared to death.
"Senior Brother Qin, no, I really didn't mean it. Besides, you have become so fat. I just become a little more like you..."
"Why are you arguing with me? What did I say last time? If you let me know that you ruined my reputation and used my name again, I will kill you!" Qin Yang looked murderous and kicked Zhang Zhengyi in the chest.
He stepped on the ground.
"I said, I will twist your head off and use it as a ball, and I will never break my promise!"
Qin Yang grabbed Zhang Zhengyi's head, twisted it directly, and then kicked his head away with a big kick.
After taking a deep breath, Qin Yang's anger dissipated.
"I feel comfortable..."
After everything had settled, when those who were chasing Zhang Zhengyi returned, they saw Qin Yang walking out of the ruins holding Zhang Zhengyi's head in one hand and Zhang Zhengyi's body in the other.
"This fellow Taoist..." The middle-aged monk glanced at the dusty flat land behind Qin Yang for more than ten miles, and swallowed hard: "Excuse me, what is going on?"
"I am the ghost thief of the Dead Sea, Captain Qin Yang and Qin Youde of the Ghost. This bitch dares to use my name to deceive people and dig up people's graves. If I hadn't been to the South China Sea recently, they wouldn't even know about it. If he dares to frame me, he will die.
It’s not a pity.” Qin Yang said calmly, but all those who came retreated in unison.
"Fellow Taoist, since he is dead, his body..." Someone was eager for the reward and couldn't help but ask.
"I'll take the body back and chop it into pieces to feed the dogs. Do you have any objections?" Qin Yang slowly turned his head and looked at it with a bad look on his face.
"No, such a crazy thief is best chopped into pieces and fed to dogs." Before the man could speak, the middle-aged monk quickly grabbed him and interrupted.
Qin Yang carried Zhang Zhengyi's body and turned into a divine light and flew away.
Among the people left behind, no one dared to say anything. They were really frightened by the scene of Qin Yang's attack just now.
"Ghost Captain Qin Yang, I only heard about it when I came to Nanman. It is said that the ghost thief never sets foot in the wilderness. No wonder he came in person this time. It turns out that this thief actually disguised himself as Captain Qin. Qin Youde turned out to be
Captain Qin, this thief is really seeking his own death..." The middle-aged monk looked around and saw someone who didn't understand him well, and seemed a little unwilling.
The middle-aged monk sighed.
"Don't be unwilling to give in. It's just a reward. If you have money, you have to spend it with your life. It is rumored that Captain Qin is the weakest among the ghost captains in the past. Now it seems that the rumors are wrong. It's just a secret method of attracting thunder. In his
In his hand, it is like a magical power. Thousands of thunders are added to his body, and the thunder light becomes a river. He is a Lingtai monk. Even if he has cultivated the secret method to this level, it will consume a lot of money when he uses it..."
The middle-aged monk looked at the plains for another ten miles and continued.
"Not to mention, after the magic weapon was used, everything was silent, everything was destroyed, and the consumption was incredible. However, Captain Qin's face was not red, and his heart did not beat. He did not even have any disorder in the fluctuations of his true energy.
I'm afraid it won't even be a warm-up for him when he waits for the battle. Let me ask you, who of you is his enemy?"
"When he is in a state of rage, you are blinded by greed and want to take the thief's body from his hands? If you want to die, please die far away and don't involve me."
The middle-aged monk said a word, turned around and turned into a divine light and flew away, as if he was afraid of being implicated by a greedy fool.
The remaining people looked at each other in confusion. The one who wanted to beg for the body just now was so frightened that his body was like chaff, and his face was bloodless...
Others don't know, but they have heard that Qin Yang, the ghost captain of the South China Sea, at least 80% of the South China Sea Islands want to betray him. Recently, they have even heard that the Underworld Demon Sect wants to make friends with him.
How could this kind of person possibly appear to be in the Shenhai stage...
"The thief is so bold that he dares to impersonate Captain Qin. It would be a shame to die. After I return, I will definitely clear Captain Qin's name and never let him suffer unjust injustice..."
"It's absolutely true, it should be..."
…
Qin Yang carried Zhang Zhengyi's body back, pressed his head on it, waited quietly for him to be resurrected, and then took off all the treasures stored in Zhang Zhengyi's body.
I had never imagined before that after advancing to the Divine Sea, the first test of combat power would be to kill Zhang Zhengyi...
The effect is quite satisfactory, Sea Burial Secret Book is really terrifyingly powerful, especially the Qi pulse is so long, it is simply unreasonable.
During this period of practice, true energy has been continuously produced, but there is still a feeling of emptiness, and the sea eye can never be filled.
During the actual battle, he realized that since he was buried in Qihai, he didn't even know the upper limit of the amount of true energy in his body...
Keep amplifying your moves, even for a moment, without fear of running out of true energy...
One day passed, and Qin Yang hadn't broken Zhang Zhengyi's storage ring yet. The wound on Zhang Zhengyi's neck had completely disappeared, his eyes moved, and he woke up...
The moment he regained consciousness, Zhang Zhengyi saw Qin Yang rolling on the ground beside him, howling loudly.
"Senior Brother Qin, I was wrong... uh..."
Before Zhang Zhengyi finished speaking, he felt his head see his back again, and then felt his head slowly flying up, and saw his five corpses...
"You think I'll kill you once and that's it? Dogs don't have long memories!"