In those years, the cultivators we cut together

"Heh, I like to attack those who think they are capable." Lin Xiaolu looked at the village chief with disdain and shouted:

"The zombies here are made by you?"

The village chief nodded with a smile: "There is no way, I have no talent in cultivation, so I can only find another way to live forever."

He smiled and introduced himself to several people: "The old man's name is Zhou Ping'an, a native of the Zhou family village, and he was once an outer disciple of the Quanzhen sect."

Several people were taken aback when they heard this, Quanzhen?

Wugou frowned: "Quanzhen is one of the six immortal sects, how could he do such a nasty thing."

The old man squeezed out a sinister smile on his wrinkled face.

"It's true, it's really the Taoist Xianzong, who has always acted in an open and aboveboard manner, and the old man has embarrassed the sect."

"But I can't help it. I have no talent for cultivation. I entered Quanzhen at the age of six. I have been a disciple of the outer sect for 13 years, but I can't even cultivate the first level of Qi Condensation, let alone enter the inner sect. I can only be repatriated. Back home, and finally became the village head of this week’s family village.”

In the arena, he leaned on crutches, bowed his waist, and said with reminiscence: "This old man still vaguely remembers that before leaving Quanzhen, the brother at the handyman said that a person like me who has no talent is born stupid like a pig. You should accept your fate, not covet the road to longevity, and go back to the countryside and wait for death silently, that is the best ending."

Lin Xiaolu frowned slightly when he heard this, and suddenly thought of himself.

In the courtyard, the old man smiled happily, and continued: "The old man heard people say that in Shenzhou, there used to be ordinary people without talent, who got a great opportunity, and then soared into the sky, making those who once looked down on me, Look at those self-proclaimed geniuses, how blind their eyes are!

And it is a coincidence that this old man got such a chance, a spiritual technique called Ghoul Law was accidentally obtained by this old man. You say, such a rare opportunity, can this old man not follow it? "

Hearing this, Shangguan Pomegranate was too lazy to listen anymore, and said impatiently: "So you are refining zombies? Can you hurry up and say your last words? Miss Ben can't wait to kill you."

The old man didn't pay attention to her words, but continued to recall to himself:

"Counting this year, this old man just became the head of Zhoujia Village for sixty years. Over the years, in order to live forever, I have used the villagers here to practice the ghoul method, subtly control their thoughts, poison them with corpses, and control them. It was not until a few days ago that the cruelty of women finally became a reality.

One sixty years, in order to live forever, the old man spent a full sixty years to mutilate more than 1000 women. It really took a lot of painstaking effort to harvest this heavy and huge resentment that can darken the world. He praised with pride, as if he was touched by his perseverance and persistence.

"Ghoul method orthodox technique, what is it?" Wugou frowned and asked.

"This is a secret technique that can change your life against the sky."

The old man replied with a smile: "People have human nature, ghosts have ghost ways, and ghouls use orthodoxy, which is to refine themselves into zombies and enslave ghosts in their bodies, so as to achieve the secret method of longevity."

After finishing speaking, he looked straight at the four people and one duck in front of him again:

"We monks should keep our promises. The old man said, you can't leave this village. If you say it, you should do it."

"Hey!"

As soon as the words fell, a series of extremely shrill screams suddenly sounded.

His body slowly soared into the air, and not far away in the Women's River, the naked eye could see countless screaming venomous female ghosts rising from Hanoi, twisting into a huge spiral black wave, crossing the sky, and all of them got into the old man head!

Several people were stunned by this scene. They saw those female ghosts turned into extremely resentful female faces, roaring, cursing, screaming, crying, cursing, all kinds of voices mixed together Together, various faces converged in a spiral, continuously drilling into the old man's mind.

Immediately afterwards, the villagers in the village flew out of the farmhouses at some unknown time, all of them were extremely dull, their eyes were empty, they could only scream instinctively, and all of them flew into the old man's body.

Lin Xiaolu was astonished, and suddenly found that the embolism behind him also flew up, heading straight for the old man's body!

He quickly raised his hand and grabbed Shuan Shuan's calf.

It was not until this moment that everyone understood the truth of all this.

The villagers here are actually half-human and half-corpse, but they don't know it, and the female ghost in the woman's river should have been cursed by the old man with some kind of ghoul technique. At this moment, the old man is about to These female ghosts are combined with zombies, and they all melt into their own bodies, so as to achieve the goal of longevity!

Lin Xiaolu grabbed Shuanzi's calf, feeling the extremely strong suction force in surprise, even vaguely unable to grasp his own strength!

In mid-air, thousands of female ghosts were inhaled above the old man's head, and his old body was filled with the corpses and blood of countless villagers. However, he still had the image of a kind elder, and said with a condescending smile:

"Zombies have souls but no souls, ghosts have souls but no souls, the combination of the two can be the righteousness of ghouls!

There has always been more than one way of longevity. Those who cultivate immortals steal the aura of heaven and earth, and the old man steals the corpses and resentments of all people to forge my way of longevity! "

"Fuck your mother's stinking pen! You are not a cultivator at all, and you will not even be able to be a human in the end!"

Lin Xiaolu gritted his teeth and roared loudly. At this moment, in order to hold the embolus, his veins all over his body were bulging, and he was full of energy to feed, but he still couldn't pull, and his two short legs stepped on the ground deeply. pit.

And amidst the hissing and screaming of countless ghosts and living corpses, the old man laughed loudly as he watched Lin Xiaolu struggling to hold on to the bolt:

"I just want to live forever. Whether it's a human, a ghost, or a corpse, as long as I don't die, I can do anything!"

"Ahhhhh! Why don't you do shit!"

Lin Xiaolu's face turned red, and he tried his best to grab the embolus who had lost his mind, and shouted sharply:

"Don't be afraid, Shuanzi! If you join the Yide Furen Gang, there will be a big brother covering you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuan Zi, who had been screaming, suddenly stopped crying. He blinked his red eyes and looked at Lin Xiaolu who was pulling him hard.

"Brother Xiaolu, I miss my mother."

Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously loosened his grip on Shuanzi.

"Lin Xiaolu, this child is already half human and half corpse, there is no other way." Shangguan Shiliu's tone was full of helplessness.

She knows how to practice, and knows that this kind of secret technique, which has been prepared for a long time, is doomed to be unable to stop once it is fully activated. At least with people like them, there is no way to recover.

At the beginning, Shuanzi's father hid his mother, which means that Shuanzi's father also had a rebellious mentality, or he had strong perseverance, but after all, he was just a mortal, and he should be discovered by this old man in the end, so he would not let go. Controlled killing of his wife.

For a whole sixty years, the corpse poison in the bodies of these villagers has reached the bone marrow, and the distorted thoughts are also deeply ingrained, which cannot be stopped at all.

"Brother Xiaolu, let go, I want to hug my mother like I was when I was a child." Shuanzi smiled at Lin Xiaolu who tried his best to save him with a childish smile:

"Thank you Brother Xiaolu for playing with me by the river this afternoon and teaching me martial arts. I haven't been this happy for a long time."

Lin Xiaolu bit her lips and remained silent, her eyes were slightly red, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, watching the ten-year-old Shuanzi fly away from her hand and plunge into the old man's body.

At this point, all the creatures in Zhoujia Village were completely turned into zombies and absorbed by the old man.

More than 1000 ghosts from the Nunnery River were also absorbed by it.

The old man's so-called chance has prepared the ghoul method for a long time, and it's a great success!

……

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Under the pitch-black night, Shangguan Shiliu looked at the kind old man who was slowly falling from the sky, and he was rarely serious, and frowned:

"This old monster turned from a low-level monk with only a little spiritual power into an existence close to alchemy overnight!"

At this moment, the old man took a deep breath, and then dropped his crutches. His white hair quickly turned black, and his hunchbacked body stood upright. Within three breaths, he became a handsome middle-aged man.

Then, he looked at the teenagers in front of him and smiled happily:

"The old man finally lived forever, chance and the old man's own hard work, finally achieved today's results.

God is really fair, if you work hard, you will gain something! "

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wugou who was wearing a clean white monk's robe in front of him, and said with a smile:

"Little master, you are a monk, and the Dharma is profound, can you answer a question for the old man."

Wugou put no expression on his face, silently put his palms together: "Old benefactor, please tell me."

The old man smiled mockingly, and opened his mouth to ask: "In the old man's body, there are now more than 1000 ghosts who died of injustice, full of resentment.

There are also the blood and energy of hundreds of villagers in Zhoujia Village, nourishing the body.

Little master, with so many dead souls, you, as a monk... have you made it through? "

Wugou thought for a while, then shook his head:

"The young monk is limited by his age, so he cannot survive the old benefactor at present."

When the old man heard this, the smile on his face became even more proud.

"but……"

Wugou suddenly spoke again, and said slowly and lightly:

"Although the young monk can't cross the old benefactor, other benefactors can."

"Oh? Who can cross this old man?"

"Fawn benefactor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man saw a young man jumping out from behind Wugou, holding a four-meter long bronze giant blade, and slashing at him fiercely...