Patriarch of Wanjiao

Chapter 73

Corpse, also known as zombie.

Human death turns into a corpse, and the corpse turns into a demon, stiff but not rotten, which is unique among demons.

It is said that there are three fires on a person's body, which lead to the gods of the nine heavens.

Therefore, there is a saying that there are gods in the sky.

However, death is like extinguishing a lamp, and with one last breath, the three fires are extinguished.

But the corpse monster is different, the last breath, that is, the innate internal breath remaining in the body has not been dissipated, although the three fires on the body have been extinguished.

As time goes by, three fires will rekindle on this kind of corpse, leading to the Nine Netherworld Palaces.

At this time, the corpse becomes a demon, also known as a zombie.

According to ancient records, a corpse turns into a demon. Although it is not easy to cultivate, it has extraordinary power, especially the body, which is raised in a place where the three extremes lead to seclusion. Deep, Qi can nourish the corpse and bury the spirit.

"What a monster."

Li Mo stared at Tianjiao's right arm, the strong corpse smell exuded a rancid smell, although it was not as good as the smell of the black bat demon, but it made people feel a bone-chilling chill.

His cultivation base is like Tianjiao, his complexion is pale at this moment, and one arm is almost useless. Under the force of the terrifying erosion, the arm looks like a broken root, shrinking continuously, and even the [Zhoutian Mayfly Art] cannot drive it away.

"Have you encountered a problem?" Li Mo couldn't help asking.

Tianjiao gritted his teeth, but he was stubborn. He didn't speak, but he was actually holding back. Once he opened his mouth and let out that breath, he would pass out on the spot.

He stretched out his left hand slowly, his clenched fist suddenly let go, and a piece of dry skin fell in front of Li Mo.

The leather is only half the size of a palm, black and yellow in color, soft in texture, but hard as metal.

Li Mo rubbed his fingers together, but the terrible strange force did not tear it apart.

"Is this the skin of a corpse demon? Just shed it?" Li Mo frowned slightly.

From this skin, it can be seen that the corpse monster has extraordinary good fortune, and its cultivation base is unpredictable. It is afraid that it has already cultivated to the realm of Jiulu.

"Nine Furnace Corpse Demon!?" Li Mo looked solemn, and couldn't help but look at Tianjiao.

"You are so lucky that you were able to escape from that thing?"

Tianjiao gritted his teeth, but did not speak.

In fact, it never saw the monster at all.

Drilling into the cave, I only saw a black leather copper coffin, but just after I saw this piece of skin next to it, the strong corpse breath came out from the coffin.

If it hadn't been for its strange power and breaking free from its restraints, it might have stayed there.

Thinking of this, a ferocious look flashed in Tianjiao's eyes.

As a ghost, who was released by Li Mo and awakened the skills, which one is not full of hostility and arrogance.

After carrying such a big somersault this time, the little ant is naturally unwilling.

It's a pity that it can't deal with ghosts of this level even though it has been practicing for a long time.

"Don't move!"

Li Mo frowned, watching Tianjiao's right arm shrinking little by little, like a dead tree branch, which would collapse at any moment.

That corpse was too strong.

I heard that zombies practice slowly, and it is even more difficult to break through the realm. It is unbelievable that they can cultivate to the realm of nine furnaces.

At this level, their corpse aura is comparable to a magic weapon. It can not only cut off people's lives, but can even deface rune weapons, greatly restraining the means of catching demon masters.

Li Mo gently grabbed Tianjiao's right hand, and a piercing chill followed.

Tianjiao gritted his teeth, pain finally appeared on his stubborn face.

rumbling...

At this moment, the spiritual root of the Dao vein at Li Mo's dantian was glowing with a soft luster, and the domineering inner breath was rolling, like a river bursting its embankment and pouring into Tianjiao's right arm.

In an instant, as if encountering a formidable enemy, the aura of the corpse suddenly condensed into a ball, like a sharp sword, rushing towards Li Mo's inner breath.

As soon as Fang met, Li Mo's inner breath was pierced, and the severe chill melted away like frost in winter.

"Humph!"

Li Mo let out a cold snort, and the spiritual roots of the Dao veins vibrated violently, and the turbulent inner breath suddenly changed, like a strong wind sweeping across, ravaging everything, and coming towards the black corpse.

Li Mo's inner breath has the foundation of [Disha 72 Changes], and later he practiced [Zhoutian Mayfly Art], and now he is enlightened by the mountain essence and moonlight...

Psychics are ever-changing, domineering profound arts.

At this moment, Li Mo's inner aura finally revealed its ferocious fangs, which rose to a destructive momentum, bombarded continuously, and finally swallowed up the dense corpse aura.

Tianjiao's arm vibrated slightly, the scorched black skin peeled off like a book cover, and the withered arm was gradually filled under the nourishment of Li Mo's inner breath.

Newborn blood flowed into the stretched tendons.

"call……"

Tianjiao let out a long breath, sweat had already soaked the soil under his feet.

Ever since he was released from life by Li Mo, he had never suffered such a big loss and almost lost his life.

"Old stuff..." Tianjiao couldn't help spat.

"If you can take the [Zhoutian Mayfly Art] one step further and step into the ranks of the Nine Furnace Demon Ghosts as soon as possible, you may not be the opponent of that Corpse Demon." Li Mo squinted.

Zhou Tian Mayfly Kung Fu is originally a kung fu method for cultivating the physical body, especially suitable for Tianjiao cultivation.

With the improvement of its cultivation, it can control powers that are a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times, a hundred thousand times... beyond its own ability.

If it is a physical fight, it may not lose to the corpse monster, but it is too tender now.

"I won't sleep anymore." Tianjiao gritted his teeth.

It is not like a big lazy snake. At this level, it no longer needs to sleep, and all the time can be used for cultivation.

"Yes, just roll it up like this." Li Mo nodded in satisfaction, subconsciously looking at the special corpse skin in his hand.

This horse is still a piece of skin.

"I want to meet this corpse monster for a while."

Li Mo became interested, and a different kind of brilliance bloomed in his eyes.

……

three days later.

Xiling City, Yizhuang in the suburbs.

The moon was dark and the wind was high. In front of the dilapidated door, two high-hanging lanterns swayed with the wind.

In Yizhuang, a young man held a handful of rooster feathers in his hand. He walked to the coffin, opened the eyebrows with a steel needle, and inserted the chicken feathers in.

Every time a new "guest" comes, Shen Xu will stick a cock feather between his eyebrows.

According to the master, the rooster is the descendant of the phoenix. It is shaped like a rooster. The blood of the rooster is hot and pure, and the blood-stained chicken feathers are inserted on the corpse.

All people have to live up to their spirits, and they have to be discouraged when they are dead.

As a [Corpse Slayer] that has been passed down for seven generations, this is a professional habit that must be developed.

"It's getting late, close the door."

At this moment, a thin half-centenarian limped out of the back room.

Xu Zheng took a look at the sky, and then told his disciples to close the door and close the village.

"Master, it's only been two more days, will anyone still come?"

"Did your brain not eat today? It's so late, ghosts will come." Xu Zhengyi cursed.

dong dong dong...

"Is there anyone in there?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside Yizhuang, Li Mo only knocked twice, and the half-closed door opened.

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