Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Beiling City.

Zhou Xingji has been feeling a little uneasy in recent days.

After much thought, he still called for his uncle Zhou Yisheng.

Although he is the head of the Zhou family, he has not had the final say in everything. Even when the last head of the family passed away, he repeatedly warned him not to neglect other members of the clan because of his status.

Especially those relatives!

They are the foundation for the family's continuous growth.

As for Zhou Xingji's position as the head of the family, he is truly talented and is already a leader among the younger generation, far ahead.

Secondly, it is also the favor of the elders who take the initiative to give way to talents.

That's why he took this position.

Among them is Zhou Yisheng’s contribution!

Therefore, even though Zhou Xingji is already the head of the family, he still has to discuss many things with the other party.

He was also brooding over the fact that his uncle's arm was cut off in Beiyue City, and he was thinking about how to avenge them!

"Master, are you looking for me?"

When the door is open, Zhou Yisheng will address the other party as the head of the family.

"Uncle, please sit down."

After the door closed, they called themselves uncle and nephew again.

Zhou Xingji personally poured a cup of hot tea for the other party, and then said: "Xingji has been feeling a little uneasy these past few days, and I don't know what went wrong. Did something unexpected happen on the other side of the rift?"

Zhou Yisheng took a sip and said: "There has been news from the front this morning. Thunder is rolling inside the Eight Hundred Corpse Demon Ridge. The demonic energy has indeed become more intense. The four elders sent now may not be able to resist it for long."

"Sure enough!" Zhou Xingji suddenly exhaled, "Beiyue City seems to be the weakest of the three cities in the north, but I didn't expect that it is still monolithic!"

When he mentioned this, he looked at his uncle's empty arms with a hint of guilt in his eyes.

"Humph! Sooner or later we will bring them back!"

Now Beiling City can't take action. They have fourteen Jindan, four of whom were sent to suppress the Eight Hundred Demonic Corpse Ridge, and the remaining ten are not enough for them to attack Beiyue City.

"Then what should we do now? Ask the general for help? Let other immortal sects take action?"

If you do this, it is basically equivalent to breaking up with the major immortal sects. After all, using power to suppress others is not a wise choice at any time.

But it seems there is no other way.

"The Zhou family alone will definitely not be able to withstand it! Defeat will happen sooner or later."

"Then send people to Yanyun Mountain?" Zhou Xingji asked tentatively.

Zhou Yisheng nodded, this was also his idea.

It is better to tear them apart than to exterminate the clan. As long as they drag down the Immortal Sect, they still have a glimmer of hope. Otherwise, when a large number of corpses flood into Beiling City, they will be defeated!

"By the way, how are those people from the Corpse Sect? Have they been recruited?"

"Those people are very tough-talking!" Zhou Yisheng's teeth itched with hatred when he mentioned Qi Chen and others.

A group of disgusting guys with no ability or strength, how dare they betray Beiling City! If he hadn't relied on them to bring in information from Beiyue City, he would have killed these people long ago.

The monks who deal with corpses all day long bring only disgust to people!

"Then do you think they will come to your door?"

"I think so!" Zhou Yisheng gritted his teeth and said decisively, "We have set up a dragnet and are just waiting for them to get in!"

After saying that, the Zhou elder touched his empty right arm with his left hand, and a murderous look appeared on his face.

At this moment, there were rapid footsteps outside the door, and soon there was a knock on the door.

"Master, Master!" The voice was urgent, as if there was something important.

"What's the matter!?" Zhou Xingji raised his eyebrows and said with some displeasure.

We are talking about business here, but you come to disturb us without opening your eyes. What does that mean?

"Bei...There is news from Beiyue City!"

"Um?"

Bang!

With a crash, the door opened inward. The housekeeper took a few breaths, sweating profusely, and knelt down on one knee: "Beiyue City said that they are willing to jointly resist the corpse tide in the Corpse Demon Ridge, and they want to invite the head of the family to come. Let’s talk in the rift!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a bold idea suddenly came to Zhou Yisheng's mind.

And Zhou Xingji also smelled something different.

Back in Yanyun Mountain, they worked hard to put this matter aside, and even cut off their uncle's arm in the face of disaster!

But now he suddenly proposed to discuss the matter of resistance together... This was really strange.

"Go down first and wait for my order!"

"yes!"

After dismissing the housekeeper, Zhou Xingji closed the door again and asked, "Uncle, what do you think?"

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain!" After all, Zhou Yisheng has lived for more than two hundred years and has experienced vicissitudes of life. His experience is naturally beyond what Zhou Xingji, who is in his twenties, can match.

Beiyue Cheng's thoughts were revealed at just one glance.

"Trying the tiger away from the mountain? Then their goal... to drive away the corpse?!"

The other person nodded.

"Most likely, I can't think of any other reason."

Zhou Xingji looked puzzled: "Why are they so interested in corpse removal?"

Zhou Yisheng chuckled lightly: "Isn't this clear? Beiyue City is a remote place with a narrow vision. I'm afraid I have never seen the method of exorcizing corpses. After the previous incident, I learned about the special method of exorcizing corpses, so I naturally thought Take them under your wing to fight the coming zombie wave."

"How many people do they have? It's just a drop in the bucket!"

"Human?" Zhou Yisheng took out a jade slip, "The most indispensable thing in the world of cultivation is monks."

"The corpse-driving art?"

"Exactly!"

"Then why don't we do this?"

Zhou Xingji thought about this issue and seemed to have no reason to refuse.

"Take a look."

After he took it, he entered his spiritual consciousness and browsed through the jade slip.

"No Jindan-level skills?"

"Yes! Since the death of the first generation of the headmaster of the Corpse Driving Sect, the subsequent skills of the Corpse Driving Jue have also disappeared. In addition, the Corpse Driving Sect is notorious, how many cultivators are willing to practice this kind of skills that are neither human nor ghost?"

"Yes."

Zhou Xingji nodded.

"What should we do now?"

"Since they want to lure the tiger away from the mountain, we will not fulfill their wish! If they want to talk in the rift, we will talk in Beiling City!"

"Okay! As my uncle said!"

...

The game between the two cities has begun in silence.

On the first day, Beiling City did not move, and there was no news from Beiyue City.

On the second and third days, it was still the same.

Until the fourth day, a voice from the rift broke the Zhou family's peace!

The reason was that several interlocking thunderclouds that came from nowhere split the Zhou family's defense line, and the large number of mummies that were originally trapped poured out of the cracks like a tide, heading towards the wilderness!

Zhou Xingji, who had been calm and composed, could no longer sit still.

How could this be called a tiger leaving the mountain? This was clearly a deterrent and a threat!

Zhou Yisheng was also shocked when he heard the news, and he also underestimated the means of Beiyue City.

According to what was said in front, the rolling thunderclouds that split the sky and covered the earth could easily kill even the late Jindan stage. It didn't hit them, which was purely mercy!