Rebirth of the Gravekeeper's Counterattack

In July, the blazing sun hangs high in the sky.The Tianjian Mountains located in the south of Dongduzhou are full of aura, with high peaks and deep valleys. Hundred-year-old spirit grasses and spirit flowers can be seen bowing their heads, and there are even spiritual beasts everywhere. It is a blessed place that all monks in Dongduzhou yearn for.

It's just that this place is not a place where you can come and go as you please. This stretch of endless spiritual veins all belong to one of the three major sects of the Demonic Dao - the Prison Sky Sect.

Near the main peak, those demon cultivators in wide-sleeved robes and satin shirts shuttled back and forth in a refreshing and unrestrained manner, the sultry air was blocked by spells.Only those who work hard at the bottom can feel the scorching sun.

In Prison Sky Sect, there are not only monks, but also low-level servants who specialize in serving them.

Although they live in this blessed land and cave, these rough envoys don't have that blessing, they can live in pavilions and pavilions engraved with constant temperature magic circles.

They were placed alone under a cliff on the edge of Tianjian Peak.

At this time, a young man was standing naked on the open field, chopping firewood profusely with sweat.

His black hair was tied into a loose bun, and two strands of hair fell from the corner of his forehead, sticking to his face due to sweat, his handsome face was expressionless, and his two black eyes were staring at the pillars of firewood.

"Crack!" There was a crisp sound, and the round wood segment was snapped to pieces.

The firewood chopped next to the young man has gradually reached a foot high, and it is not known how long he has been working.

He seemed to be staring at Mu Duan intently, but actually he didn't know where his mind wandered.

"Zhao Sanman!" Someone shouted in a trance, the young man's brows twitched slightly, and there was a trace of dullness on his originally expressionless face, which just covered up his cold aura.

He turned around, and three people were coming.

"Hey! You have chopped so much firewood!" A man with a broad face was surprised, and then he showed a frivolous smile: "Since you are so energetic today, why don't you help the three of us chop too. The consul Just told us to do something."

The man raised his hand and casually pointed to a large pile of wooden sections diagonally opposite the young man.

These pieces of wood are not ordinary wood, but a kind of spiritual wood that contains abundant aura.The firewood was not cut to boil water for cooking, but to be sent to alchemy monks to burn alchemy furnaces.Using this kind of spiritual plant firewood to burn the alchemy furnace can save spiritual power, allowing monks to use more spiritual power on pregnant pills and harvesting pills.

Because it is spiritual wood, it is extremely laborious to chop it. Often a person can chop a load of firewood a day before he is exhausted.

These three people didn't call them by the consul, they simply wanted to steal and play tricks to enjoy the cool.It's just that these three people usually bribe the consul. As long as there is enough firewood, the consul will turn a blind eye to their lazy behavior.

How can the young man not know the virtues of these three people, they are just bullying others because they are usually dull and honest.

The young man clenched his hand on the axe, frowning with an expression that dared not speak out.

"Hahaha, anyway, you can't do anything else but chop wood, so you just stay here and chop wood!" Another rough envoy with a hanging eye laughed, and then he patted the other person on the shoulder: "This ghost The weather is too hot, let's go for a walk, the three of us will go to the stream to take a bath first!"

This kind of firewood is not easy to split, and the young man just chopped his own at this time, now with the weight of three people, he doesn't have to do anything for a day.

If you are angry, you won't do it, but the young man's personality is honest and dull, so he can only stare at the three of them unwillingly.

At this moment, a voice came from the side saying, "Is the consul really looking for something with you? What's the matter? Let me hear it."

Two young men in thin silk robes on a hot day were about to cross the mountain wall to the stream, when they overheard the three talking.

The person who spoke stood there, his clothes fluttering in the wind, and he knew that he had cast a spell to prevent heatstroke.

These rough envoys at the bottom are very different from those who have stepped into the realm of cultivation. Naturally, the consul will not confuse these monks for the sake of petty profits.If these two people really interfered, these three people would lose half of their lives if they didn't die.

The wide-faced man was terrified, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Cultivator Cao, spare your life! The little ones are just trying to avoid laziness in the hot weather, please don't tell the consul about this matter." This nosy.

Cultivator Cao raised the corners of his lips lightly: "Since you know it's hot, don't others know it?"

The man who hanged himself from the corner of his eye also begged for mercy: "Be merciful, monk, we dare not!"

Another monk patted him impatiently: "Don't delay Lingxiao Hongrui's flowering time."

Cultivator Cao shook his head helplessly at him, and then said to the three tremblingly: "Do your job well, and of course I won't talk too much about the consul." Then he looked at the young man who had been shirtless.

The young man has a good appearance, but he looks a bit dull, not like a person with a flexible mind.His shoulders were wide and his waist was narrow, his body had clear muscles due to hard work, his chest was thick, and his abdominal muscles were clear, which were more muscular than those of monks who were full of aura.

Cultivator Cao, who was surrounded by young people, looked at him, and hurriedly showed a shy smile gratefully: "Thank you, Cultivator Cao."

Brother Cao just nodded at him, and then left with another monk.

A distant voice that should not be heard reached the young man's ears.

"I said you are too kind, what do they do?"

"You and I are just newcomers to the sect, so it's good to have a good relationship."

The man sneered: "You are joking, there is a fart in the relationship with these servants."

"Well, I just feel sorry for them. It's just one step away, but it's just a life of hard labor."

"This is limited by talent, if you don't have that luck, you have to accept your fate!"

The two walked away, and the young man's gaze flickered following Cultivator Cao's words.

Coarse envoys are people who went to the Prison Sky Sect and failed to be dismissed but did not want to leave. These people have limited talents and are often stuck in body training, and they will not be able to reach the mortal state in their entire lives.

Gathering Qi, Refining Body, Shedding Morality, Shouyi, Returning to Yuan, Concentrating Soul, Transforming God, Mahayana, Ascending Feather.Only those who have entered the realm of transformation can be regarded as real monks, with the capital to pursue immortality.

And transformation is just the beginning of a slow journey of cultivation.

"unlucky!"

"Unlucky!"

The broad-faced and stern-eyed ones dared not get up until the two monks had gone far away. While cursing in their mouths, they pushed the young man aside, and picked up the ax to split firewood to vent their anger.

The young man seemed to be pushed, but actually took a step back.He leaned the ax aside, tied up the firewood he had chopped, and took it to the courtyard dedicated to firewood, which was considered to have completed today's task.

After receiving the salary for the day, the young man went to the dining hall to have a full meal and then returned to the room he was assigned.

Although the furniture in this room is simple, it is large in size. In addition to the living area, there is also a room dedicated to cultivation.These people would rather work hard than leave after being brushed down. Naturally, they have a conspiracy, because of the abundant aura here and the illusory chance.

The young man started to practice with his eyes closed, and the aura surrounding him was absorbed, and the hotness all over his body gradually subsided.

This meditation lasted for several hours, when the young man opened his eyes, it was already evening.

The young man stood up, walked around the room nimbly, took off the bunt made of rough cotton cloth, and put on a tightly wrapped black robe.

After closing the door, the young man swept around the scattered wooden houses.Some of those people were cultivating hard, trying to change their own destiny, and some even fell asleep, as if resigned to their fate.

The young man pursed his thin lips, and suddenly remembered the phrase "If you don't have that kind of luck, you have to accept your fate" during the day, then his eyes sharpened.

He refused to accept his fate!Never let that happen again.

The young man turned into a black shadow of nothingness, flitting across the peaks like a ghost, without triggering the slightest restriction, and easily entered the side peaks exclusive to monks who guarded the realm.

There is a ban on each monk's door, once touched, it will alarm the monks inside.

The young man was able to break the ban on the door silently, and a spell silently hit the closed-eyed practice.

"Who is sneak attacking!" The man's intuition saved his life, and he propped up a defensive spell at the last moment. The young man's expressionless face looked cold and ruthless under the light reflected by the spell.

"Zhao Sanman?!" Cultivator Cao exclaimed in astonishment, and then his expression changed: "Why did you sneak attack me? What a reward!" He quickly stood up fearfully and retreated behind him.

The young man did not speak, but held a sharp dagger in one hand.The fierce spiritual energy shattered Cultivator Cao's defensive spells one after another, and brushed past his neck viciously.

"You! Who are you? How could such a high level of cultivation be done as rough labor?!" Cultivator Cao is a monk who guards the first realm, but this Zhao Sanman is actually in a higher realm than him.

Cultivator Cao struggled to break out of the young man's attack from the gap. He wanted to break through the wooden wall to escape or attract the attention of other monks, but the wooden wall loosened his strength and bounced him back.

Caught off guard, the young man oppressed him from behind. Cultivator Cao, who was oppressed by the powerful spiritual power, could not move. The young man's eyes were cold, and the dagger in his hand hummed. Green light flashed and pierced heavily into Cultivator Cao's body. His limbs were numb.

Cultivator Cao was limp on the ground, the young man squatted beside his head, his lips parted slightly: "How long do you think you can lurk in the Demon Sect with a pseudonym?"

Cultivator Cao's expression changed, and he looked at the young man in horror.

"The spies of Daoist cultivators don't take my prison Tianzong seriously." The young man said coldly, with the dagger in his hand hanging on the dantian of cultivator Cao.

Cultivator Cao said sadly: "Please let me understand, who are you?"

"Pulling Shadow Guard of the Prison Sky Sect, Kui Mao."

As soon as the words fell, the short sword blew, and the sword light exploded the dantian of cultivator Cao.