Chapter 812 On an ominous road, hold a funeral for myself
what's the situation?
Qin Yang was a little puzzled.
In fact, the most puzzling thing is that instead of using the corpse-touching skill, I found my own corpse-touching skill and turned it into another skill.
The most puzzling thing is why he can still use skills now.
If his heart had stopped beating and he didn't need to breathe, he could even clearly feel that he could no longer continue to practice and absorb spiritual energy.
He even felt that since he was not dead, it would be a lie to save himself.
From a human-shaped battery that can be recharged and continuously tempered to become stronger, it has become a dry battery that has less power and will be scrapped after use.
It is indeed the most intuitive sign that the boss is approaching death.
Unknowingly, he also became a big boss.
With his thoughts racing, Qin Yang stared at Bai Lin at his feet, thought for a long time, and then stretched out his right hand.
After all, the icon of the same origin on the left hand is probably the opposite force to transcendence.
Use skills to transcend.
In an instant, a dazzling light bloomed, and twisted souls flew out from Bai Lin's body one by one. The negative auras on their bodies quickly dissipated, turning into pure white souls and rising into the sky.
The soul erupted for a full stick of incense. When the last soul turned into a shadow and disappeared from the sky, only Bai Lin's body was left.
The corpse-touching skill no longer responds, but the mark on his left hand still responds.
Dragging one of Bai Lin's legs, he was about to drag him out. This was the core place where he used Silence in the entire map. The remaining power might still be a bit too strong.
Zoom out and see if Bai Lin can be revived.
After all, if you can't touch the body anymore, it proves that the guy is not dead yet.
After walking a few steps, Qin Yang stopped again.
He continued to stare at Bai Lin's body and fell into deep thought.
No, this bitch dug his own grave!
I, Qin Youde, have been contributing to the funeral industry all my life, so that many people can have a resting place after death, so that their corpses will not be exposed in the wilderness, only to have their graves dug up after my death.
This feud has become serious.
Moreover, he has become a dry battery now, and uses less power. If Bai Lin can be resurrected, if he can still use secret magic, wouldn't he still have to fight with him?
After thinking about it, Qin Yang dragged Bai Lin's body back and brought it to his grave again.
As soon as I had an idea, I used this new skill that had no name and no instructions.
Golden light emerged, covering his entire body, and the shadow of his palm slowly lifted up.
I saw Bai Lin's head recovering rapidly, and his seemingly extinguished fire of vitality was ignited again.
Seeing Bai Lin's breath recover and his eyelids fluttering open, Qin Yang was surprised and happy.
"He is actually an immortal hero!"
Bai Lin slowly opened his eyes, and as the phantom of the raised palm lifted up from his body, a bit of golden light also appeared, and was held in Qin Yang's hand.
A little golden light in the palm of my hand darted from left to right, like a trapped flying insect, looking for a way out.
But this is the place where the residual power is the strongest. That point seems to be quite strong, containing mysterious and infinite golden light, but it is really as powerless as a small flying insect.
Qin Yang looked at the little golden light in his palm, and the more he looked at it, the more confused he became.
Bai Lin got up, his eyes were dull, and he stood there blankly with a lifeless expression.
Qin Yang ignored Bai Lin, held the little golden light in his hand, and walked out.
After walking a certain distance and the suppressive power was slightly reduced, bursts of chanting sounds could be heard from the golden light.
Golden Dao patterns and runes slowly spread out, as if some powerful person was awakening inside.
Qin Yang's face turned cold.
This kind of breath comes from the gods.
Moreover, he understood the chanting sound.
"Taiyi."
In the ancient heaven, there are ancient gods who have left their names.
The further outward you go, the stronger the power of the golden light overflows from your palms.
Qin Yang could feel that the place where this golden light was going was the main peak of Kuishan Mountain, the very center of Kuishan Mountain.
Qin Yang retracted his steps and retreated to the place where the suppression was strongest.
Looking at Bai Lin who was still in a daze and hopeless.
"Tell me, what is this?"
"How do I know! I'm just a chess piece! I don't know when this thing was left in my body!"
Bai Lin felt a little aggrieved. He accepted his fate. It was impossible to run. With only one pair of legs, there was no way he could outrun Qin Yang, who could fly unscrupulously.
More importantly, he has no life left to live on.
All the lives in his inventory are gone, and now only his last life is left.
When you die, there is really nothing.
Even now, he doesn't understand why he can survive in the core.
What exactly did Qin Yang do?
"What's your attitude?" Qin Yang went up and scratched his head, his face ashen.
"You dug my grave! This is a life-or-death feud!"
"You are already dead."
"Then this is a great hatred that transcends life and death! I, Qin Youde, have always been kind to others. When I see human remains on the roadside, I will feel pity and bury them for them. But in the end I ended up with my own grave dug up. How old do you think I must be?"
Resentment! I am so angry with you that I will never rest in peace!"
"..." Bai Lin looked sad and stopped making excuses.
I want to say that you are really shameless, but after thinking about it carefully, I actually think what Qin Yang said makes sense.
Maybe Qin Yang was really angry with him. Many days had passed and Qin Yang hadn't been seen crawling out. I guess what Qin Yang couldn't accept the most was having his grave dug up.
He was caught digging people's graves on the spot, but he was not crushed to death.
Qin Yang is indeed good-tempered.
Ninety-nine percent of those he met before would fight to die together and kill him too.
"I really don't know anything. I was just coerced and lured into the wilderness.
That day, I suddenly felt that there were peerless masters fighting against each other here in Kuishan, and peerless powers of heaven and earth blossomed, but in the end everyone died, and they all perished together.
Then tell me, can I not come? Can I bear it? I can't bear it.
I……"
When Bai Lin said this, he was suddenly stunned. His face, which was already hopeless, suddenly became more entangled.
After he calmed down completely, he suddenly discovered a problem: why could he feel that all the people fighting were dead?
He shouldn't have this kind of power, let alone be so sure.
This is the golden light that Qin Yang holds in his hand, which is subtly forcing him to change his mind and make him come here regardless of everything.
Qin Yang looked at the golden light spot in his palm and sneered.
Okay, no need to ask, at first glance this guy is a fool. He is the kind of guy who doesn't realize he is being taken advantage of. He also thinks the pit in front of him is made of gold and insists on jumping down crying.
He raised his head and glanced at the main peak of Kuishan Mountain. Qin Yang didn't know where it was.
This golden light, if it weren't for the power and authority that Emperor Ying abandoned in the end, it would be like seeing a ghost in the blue sky.
He is too lazy to play with such things now.
He stuffed it directly into the sea eye and threw it towards the sea eye magic stone.
Seeing that the power in the golden ball of light was being swallowed by the Sea-Eyed Demonic Stone and being suppressed motionless, Qin Yang turned around and left, not bothering to look any further.
Then he continued to study Bai Lin.
"Tell me, how do you plan to resolve the grudges between us? We will never share our grievances."
"Whatever you want to do, just do it." Bai Lin became smarter now. Qin Yang definitely didn't want to kill him anyway. If so, he would have been crushed to ashes long ago.
"light and spacious!"
Qin Yang clapped his hands, then suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Bai Lin on the forehead.
Bai Lin's face was stunned, and the shocked expression on his face had not completely risen before he was completely frozen.
He was bleeding from all his orifices, his pupils slowly expanded, and there was no life left at all.
This time, he couldn't even maintain his human form, and directly transformed into his true form with a fish head and a dragon tail, a human body and six arms.
Died again.
Qin Yang stretched out his hand again, and this time, both skills lit up.
Qin Yang decisively used the new magical power of his left hand.
"Get up, turtle grandson!"
In the dazzling golden light, a white shadow flew up from the corpse, getting fainter and fainter until it completely disappeared.
Looking at the corpse on the ground, he didn't even respond to touching the corpse.
The joy on Qin Yang's face slowly turned into disappointment.
"I thought it was the immortal hero..."
Didn’t it turn out that people were resurrected?
Then why was he resurrected just now?
He also thought that if the hero really was immortal, he would go back immediately and ask the bride to get up.
Now that I'm experimenting with Bai Lin, I'm just trying it a few more times based on the principle of caution.
Who would have thought that the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment.
Out of boredom, he dug a hole, buried Bai Lin next to it, and lit a piece of incense for him.
"You are really dead this time. It was too sudden. The debt will be wiped out after death. Let's just forget about digging my grave."
Sitting in front of the grave, Qin Yang was quietly in a daze, not knowing what to do.
Life has become confused.
Not long after, a ball of flame flew from a distance. As it approached, the flame turned into a firebird, holding the Haoyang Bell in its mouth.
"Qin Youde! Damn it, you're alive!"
The ugly chicken dropped the Haoyang Bell and rushed up with a roar, flying around Qin Yang non-stop.
"I'm not alive. My grave was dug up. I was so angry that I couldn't even close my eyes. I woke up!"
"Impossible! I've been flying nearby, and your power is suppressing me here. No one can avoid me and sneak in here."
Qin Yang thought of the new tenant in Haiyan and took the time to take a look.
After his vitality was cut off, Haiyan seemed to be a little out of control.
The sea-eyed magic stone devoured faster. In just a short time, a lot of the power in the golden light was devoured, and the light became increasingly dim.
But the golden light still has to resist. The more you resist, the faster the Sea-Eyed Demonic Stone will be devoured.
Bai Lin would come here to commit suicide, and even the ugly chickens watching over the body wouldn't notice it. It was definitely this thing that did it.
Qin Yang didn't explain, he just pointed at the new grave next to him and started to talk.
"I'm not telling you, just take a look for yourself, I've beaten everyone to death, and all their graves have been set up.
That is to say, now that I am dead, my temper is getting better and better. When I first came here, I must have spread his ashes..."
When he said this, Qin Yang's expression suddenly froze.
The ugly chicken looked at the words and swallowed the words that were on the side of his mouth. He asked carefully.
"What's wrong?"
Qin Yang was quiet for a long while and said in a harsh voice.
"I still remember that I first carried a corpse in Qinglin City, but now I don't remember the first time I carried a corpse.
I forgot……"
"Maybe it was too long ago."
"You're not me, you wouldn't understand. The fact that I suddenly appeared in that environment and carried a corpse for the first time is definitely something I will never forget in my life."
A person who traveled from a peaceful and stable world to a place like this would not be able to forget such a thing.
Qin Yang thought for a while, took out a pen and paper, and scribbled on it, writing symbols that the ugly chicken couldn't understand at all.
After a few pieces of paper were filled, Qin Yang dropped the pen with an ugly look on his face. He couldn't write any more.
Can't remember the formula.
Continuing to think and dig, Qin Yang found more and more things that he had forgotten.
He still remembers the Blood Lama. He remembers that the Blood Lama was originally a piece of jade cicada, but he can't remember where the jade cicada came from.
He still remembered that on the Linfeng, there was a chef who made delicious barbecue. He was a foreigner, but now, he could not remember the specific race of the other person.
He still remembered that a very special place was recorded in a travel book he had read, but now, the name of this place was what he saw in that travel book.
forget.
After a long while, Qin Yang opened his eyes, feeling particularly complicated.
Only now did he feel that he was really on the road to death.
It's just that he's too strong and won't give in right away.
He could no longer replenish his power, and he could no longer absorb the aura of heaven and earth, so he could only use the power in stock.
His memory began to fade into nothingness bit by bit.
If he continues like this, he will be like those ominous ones. In the end, he will not remember anything, leaving only a body, driven by obsessions that he cannot let go of, cannot forget, and cannot abandon even after death.
This is the death process of the boss.
The fleeting process was lengthened countless times, but the feeling of despair was constantly amplified until it finally turned into hysterical madness.
Qin Yangku sat there, he could not accept such a thing.
He can accept that he is dead, and he can even accept that he can no longer absorb spiritual energy, and can no longer use his skills to refine spiritual energy and improve his cultivation.
The only thing he couldn't accept was that the memories and experiences he had in this life were slowly fading away and dissipated bit by bit.
He can no longer remember what it was like when he first came to this world and survived for the first time.
His strongest desire now is to leave behind everything he has ever had, good and bad.
The moment this thought arose, Qin Yang looked north.
He was guided.
It seemed as if a dead world was transformed in front of me, a dead beach, and gray-black waves slowly lapping at the coast.
The illusion dissipated in an instant.
But Qin Yang understood that he needed to go there to keep what he didn't want to lose.
That's where he belongs.
The world of death where the Nether Phoenix Cemetery is located.
Standing up, Qin Yang cheered up. No matter what, he could finally find something to do.
Otherwise, after death, the whole person will be useless.
"Ugly Chicken, let's go, we're leaving."
"what?"
"I'm leaving this time, and I may never come back. Since I've been here, left traces, and care so much about those traces, let's have a serious farewell.
It just so happens that from now on, no one will be able to dig my grave.
The procedures that should be in place still need to be in place.
I want to have a funeral for myself."
…
Qin Yang walked out of Kuishan. Along the way, if he saw someone dying, he would go up and save him, or he would continue to experiment with new skills.
Continuously developing new skills, he still hopes that the new skills will be reverse transcendence.
However, the results of the experiment were far from ideal.
Sometimes, the effect is similar to that of transcendence, but once in a while, it actually resurrects a person.
The man was only a Lingtai practitioner, and he didn't look like anything special. Qin Yang was puzzled.
One month later.
The news spread all over the world.
Captain Ghost, the richest man in the world, the minister of the Ministry of Rites of the Great Victory, the mastermind behind the new emperor’s ascension to the throne, the disciple of Cui Laomo, the No. 1 Demon Sect of the Southern Barbarians, the Huangquan Demon Sect, the number one master of the Demon Sect in the world, the Emperor Dayan Yizi...
…
Are there any other identities announced to the world, such as the young master of the Li tribe?
Qin Yang, Qin Youde.
Fallen.
Three months later, the funeral was held in Wuxing Mountain.
As for why Wuxing Mountain was awarded the right to host the event, it is simply because Wuxing Mountain has a large number of people, a large territory, and rich experience in hosting various large-scale gatherings.
In addition, his fists are big enough and he can control the situation. He is not an official of the Shen Dynasty, so even people who don't want to be associated with the Da Ying official can come in casually.
The most appropriate.
As soon as the news came out, everyone was moved.
Those who were concerned and those who were not concerned all began to rush towards Five Elements Mountain.
As the month of March approaches, Qin Yang is sitting in the clouds, looking at the bustling Five Elements Mountain, and can't help but sigh.
These years have not been in vain. If you keep your character until after death, then this character is more than just a character. It is 100% sincere. Who dares to object?
Just look at the people who come to the funeral to understand what character is.