Asking about longevity

Yang Jishan thought for a moment and sighed, "If there are really more than forty iron corpses and five thousand walking corpses, then this should be Lu Chengyun's last family fortune..."

Yang Jishan glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice:

"This is the final battle. Whether we can kill Lu Chengyun and destroy the Corpse King is the battle here. Please stop hiding your secrets."

Hiding something private?

Mo Hua was startled when he heard this.

Everyone also had different expressions.

Some people were dissatisfied: "Why did Commander Yang say this? We have tried our best in this battle and the casualties are not small. How can we say that we are hiding something for ourselves?"

"good!"

"The commander's words will chill us..."

Yang Jishan looked determined and said:

"Many of you here come from big families and sects such as Daozhou, Qianzhou, Kunzhou, etc., or you are connected with Daoting Qixing Pavilion. Your family background and inheritance are extremely deep. Naturally, there are some who are at the bottom of the box. means……"

"These methods are either obtained from family heritage or personal opportunities. They will not be used unless absolutely necessary."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent.

All monks have opportunities and trump cards, this is undeniable.

Yang Jishan continued:

"Now the suppression of the Corpse King has reached the most critical stage."

"If we win this battle, everyone will be happy."

"If we lose, let Lu Chengyun escape, let the Corpse King survive, and the Dao Court will blame him. Yang will naturally bear the brunt of the blame and have to take the blame to the Dao Court Division, and everyone present..."

Yang Jishan looked around, "I'm afraid I can't escape responsibility!"

Yang Jishan's eyes darkened, "...If the Taoist court blames him, the promotion of the family and sect within a hundred years will be greatly delayed."

"And among you, some monks who are from Daozhou and have connections with Tianshu Pavilion should know what it means for the Corpse King to survive."

"Once things fail, the responsibility is heavy. Your families will be held accountable by the Taoist court!"

"Will the clan be angry with you, will they remove your elders, reduce your treatment, and degrade your rights?"

Yang Jishan's eyes were solemn and his tone was cold, "This is not the worst case scenario..."

"The worst-case scenario is that Lu Chengyun becomes so insane that he loses control of the Corpse King and triggers a real, large-scale zombie tide that annihilates Nanyue City and even the entire state."

"At that time, the state boundaries will become the corpse world, and all life will be in ruins..."

"And in the tide of corpses, if by chance a few iron corpses transform into copper corpses, I'm afraid not many of you here will be able to leave this small wilderness alive!"

Yang Jishan said coldly: "At that time, the means you use to press the bottom of the box can only be used to press the bottom of the coffin..."

"There won't even be a coffin. Either they will be eaten alive and no bones will remain, or they will become wandering corpses, which is worse than no bones..."

Yang Jishan's words made everyone turn pale.

Although these words are somewhat alarmist.

But at present, these things are not impossible to happen...

"Commander Yang, how are you doing?" asked an old monk present.

He is very old and has gray hair. He does not care about himself, but cares about the younger generations in the family.

If he wins this battle, he has made great contributions, and within a hundred years, the family is expected to be promoted.

Their disciples will also be reused.

But if he fails, is held accountable by the Taoist court, and his promotion order is lowered, the hundreds of years of hard work of the three generations of monks in the family will be in vain.

And the younger disciples of his own group will no longer be valued by the family.

So even if you die, you must win this battle!

Yang Jishan looked determined and said:

"Relying on the family's heritage, no longer hiding anything, using all the trump cards, directly killing Lu Chengyun, annihilating the Corpse King, and quelling the Corpse Troubles!"

After saying that, he took out a long gun from his storage bag.

This spear is golden all over, with gold lines on it, and its spiritual power is condensed, giving off an astonishing aura.

As soon as this gun came out, the monks who knew about it changed their expressions.

Yang Jishan said: "This is the second-grade superior spiritual weapon of my Yang family, the Sunset Spear!"

"This gun is expensive, the refining method is special, and it is extremely powerful. Combined with the Yang family's marksmanship, it can reach the peak of the late foundation building strength with one blow, but it is very easy to wear and can only be used three times."

Yang Jishan looked at the golden gun with some reluctance, but still said solemnly:

"This sunset gun was given to me by my grandfather to save my life. It must not be used until the moment of life or death."

"But there is no winner in this battle, it's a matter of life and death."

"Since this is a battle of life and death, I will use this spear to kill Lu Chengyun and kill the Corpse King!"

Everyone was a little moved.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised. Although he didn't know the origin of the sunset gun, he knew from everyone's looks that this gun was no small matter.

It is possible that even if the battle is won, the credit earned may not be worth the spear.

Yang Jishan set an example, and the other monks also pondered.

Yang Jishan was from the Yang family, commanded the Taoist soldiers, was proficient in the art of war, and was extremely familiar with monk warfare.

He must use his trump card, which means that if he does not use thunderous means to achieve a quick victory, it will definitely lead to great disaster!

Don’t save when you shouldn’t.

Otherwise, lives will be saved...

After thinking deeply, a monk said:

"Since the commander said so, I won't hide anything secretly..."

He turned his palm, took out a black jade box, and said proudly:

"I was born in the Tang family. I have a second-grade spiritual weapon called the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle. There is a needle hidden in the box. Once it explodes, the spiritual power is like rain and the needle is like pear blossom. It may not be good at dealing with strong enemies, but if it is left behind a corpse The group is extremely lethal..."

If someone starts, the rest of the monks will follow suit.

Even the monk who said at the beginning that he had no secrets showed his trump card.

"I am from the Han family, and I have a spirit-enhancing pill. After taking it, within a cup of tea, your cultivation level will be raised to the middle stage of foundation building..."

"Zhang family, Zhang Zifan, my ancestor gave me a set of raging flames burning the sky..."

"The Dou family, Dou Changbao, has a second-grade spirit binding net that can hold four iron corpses at the same time..."

"My family's family status is not obvious, but by chance, I got a second-grade high-level spiritual explosive jade talisman, which has the magical power of a late-stage foundation-building monk..."

…

"There is a clear wind screen below, which can remove...the second-grade iron corpse poison and above..."

Someone finally couldn't help but cursed: "Why the hell didn't you take it out earlier?"

"How can I give up this damn thing to save my life?"

"So damn stingy!"

"I won't use it for you anymore..."

"No...good brother, good big brother, I was wrong, just think that I just farted..."

…

They were noisy.

Basically all the monks present, from different states, different aristocratic families, and different sects, all showed one or two trump cards.

Yang Jishan silently wrote it down and nodded.

He knows that everyone must still have some reservations, but this is also human nature. It is inevitable that everyone has different intentions when acting in a coordinated manner.

These trump cards are enough for now.

Ink painting is also an eye-opener.

In previous Taoist soldiers' battles, these families and sect monks provided cover, and their performance was mediocre.

He thought that these family monks were at least somewhat mediocre, not to mention drunkards.

Only then did I understand why:

First, monks fighting in groups are indeed different from fighting alone, and many methods are difficult to use.

The second is that they all have their own small calculations. They have good things in their hands and do not intend to use them to eliminate the corpse mine.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright.

It's like shedding wool, as long as you are willing to shear it, there will always be something.

Commander Yang didn't mention these things, and he didn't even know about them.

Mo Hua felt that he had gained more knowledge...

…

The monks present had different trump cards.

There are spiritual weapons, elixirs, talismans, formations, spells, etc.

Yang Jishan divided them into categories and made overall arrangements.

Be sure to use these methods on the edge of the blade to destroy the zombies and kill the zombie king with one final blow!

After Yang Jishan made the arrangements, the next step was to understand the topography of the cemetery.

On the Daoting side, several foundation-building monks with powerful spiritual consciousness began to scan the tomb with their spiritual consciousness.

But after scanning for a long time, I still couldn't find anything.

Graveyards, like mines, have a strong stench that blocks spiritual consciousness.

And there are formations everywhere.

The aura of these formations is obscure and intertwined with the foul smell of the mountains, making it difficult to distinguish them.

Therefore, the map of mountains and rivers drawn is very crude.

I can only briefly outline the situation of the mountains and rivers, where the corpse energy is strong, where there may be formations, what formations are most likely to be, etc...

The information is vague and not very helpful.

Yang Jishan frowned and suddenly remembered the ink painting. Taking the map, he found the ink painting and asked:

"Little brother, can you tell what formations are in this tomb?"

"Let me see……"

Mo Hua took the map and looked at the gloomy and gray graveyard in the distance. His consciousness moved slightly and he began to calculate.

While he was calculating and muttering something, he found a piece of paper, scribbled on it, and made corrections.

The paintings were all things Yang Jishan couldn't understand.

Yang Jishan didn't dare to disturb Mo Hua, so he just watched silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's eyes brightened and he began to mark on the map.

Marked are all the names of the formations, as well as the formation levels, formation patterns, and precautions for the formation eyes, formation hubs and formation mediums used.

He even roughly marked the number of iron corpses and walking corpses in some places where the aura of corpses was strong.

The entire cemetery is visible at a glance.

Yang Jishan was stunned.

He really wanted to ask Mo Hua, how did you see it, but after thinking about it, he always asked like this, which made him look very disrespectful as a commander.

And even if Mo Hua said it, would he be able to understand it?

At least he couldn't understand what Mo Hua said before...

That's all, don't use it if you doubt it, don't doubt it if you employ it.

Yang Jishan sighed and felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, we had this little monk on this trip, otherwise the extermination of the corpse mine might not have gone so smoothly.

After Yang Jishan left, Mo Hua frowned.

There was one thing that puzzled him.

There are many zombies in this graveyard, leaving aside the walking corpses. Where did those iron corpses come from?

The nearby state borders are all second-grade.

For the second-grade state boundary, the upper limit is for foundation-building monks.

Where did Lu Chengyun get these dozens of foundation-building corpses and forge them into iron corpses?

Moreover, these iron corpses were obviously refined very early.

The older the time, the more poisonous the corpse poison.

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard, and was suddenly startled.

Xiaolingyin Sect!

He remembered that Yan Jiaoxi said that the Xiaolingyin Sect was once a powerful formation sect in the area. There were many foundation-building monks in the sect, but it gradually declined.

Until later, Lu Chengyun rebelled against the sect, killed his master and stole the formation, and the Xiaolingyin Sect dispersed.

But after they dispersed, the sect's cemetery was still there.

In the cemetery, there are also the corpses of the sect's foundation-building monks from past generations.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt awe-inspiring.

After observing them for the past few days, he found that the iron corpses in the tombs were not strong physically except for the severe corpse poison, and their arms were well-proportioned and their fingers were slender.

Obviously during their lifetime, most of them were formation masters who wrote...

Lu Chengyun's murder of his master might not have been a spur of the moment, but a long-term plan.

This plot not only included the Lingshu Formation, but also included the corpses of the heads and elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect in the graveyards where no one was worshiping after the sect was defeated and the disciples dispersed.

He killed his master and destroyed his ancestors, causing the sect to fall. He also used the ancestors of the sect to refine their corpses...

In the deep gaze of Mo Hua, a cold light gradually condensed:

"Lu Chengyun...is looking for death!"

…

After Yang Jishan obtained the detailed map of the tombs and formations, he began to make overall arrangements, hoping to finish his work in one battle, annihilate the corpse king, and quell the corpse problem.

After everything was ready, Mo Hua suddenly found Yang Jishan and said:

"Uncle Yang, I'll go too."

Yang Jishan was a little stunned, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to help." Mo Hua said.

Yang Jishan was slightly startled, and then his heart felt warm.

What a good boy, with great abilities and a good heart. No wonder the fifth brother praised him so much.

But Yang Jishan still shook his head:

"I want you to go too, but this is a battle of life and death. We have to deal with the Corpse King and there are so many iron corpses. It's too dangerous. Even for me, there may be disasters. I can't guarantee that you are safe and sound... "

Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang, don't worry, my little senior brother and little senior sister will protect me."

Yang Jishan hesitated and said: "Your junior senior brother and junior senior sister are just practicing qi..."

"Although they are practicing Qi, their cultivation is very strong." Mo Hua said proudly.

Yang Jishan still disagreed, "Is this a life-and-death fight or a melee with zombies? It's different..."

Mo Hua said: "If it doesn't work, I will hide and run away..."

Stealth...

Yang Jishan was shocked when he heard this.

No wonder!

No wonder he was able to fish in troubled waters and gather information in the corpse mine. It turned out that there was a way to hide it.

Mo Hua had never mentioned this before, so Yang Jishan didn't know about it.

Yang Jishan looked at the ink paintings, his eyes shining.

Hidden...

It's so nice to be able to hide...

Then he was a little confused, "You are only good at Qi refining, how could you hide your concealment from Lu Chengyun?"

Mo Hua squinted and smiled, but did not answer.

Only then did Yang Jishan realize that he had made a mistake.

This kind of secret, which is related to the monk's details, cannot be disclosed easily.

Yang Jishan immediately said: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

Mo Hua asked: "Then can I go?"

"This..." Yang Jishan was still a little hesitant. He was suddenly startled and said doubtfully:

"Do you have any other purpose in going to the graveyard?"

Mo Hua didn't hide anything, nodded and said directly:

"I have some personal grudges with Lu Chengyun, and I want to see him die!"

Yang Jishan was stunned.

Personal grudge?

Is it a personal grudge caused by being locked up in a corpse mine before, or is there another reason?

Yang Jishan's eyes darkened slightly.

No matter what the reason was, he didn't want a young monk like Mo Hua to put himself in danger.

He was even considering whether to send someone to send Mo Hua out of Nanyue City first to avoid losing the battle, losing Nanyue City and putting Mo Hua in danger.

Suppressing corpse evil is an edict of the Taoist court and the duty of the Taoist soldiers. It has nothing to do with ink painting.

Mo Hua knows formations, has a good nature, and is a good young man. We cannot let him take such a risk!

Yang Jishan nodded.

But just when Yang Jishan made up his mind and wanted to refuse, he suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

In his sea of ​​consciousness, a picture appeared inexplicably:

In the picture, the sky is stained red with blood.

Lu Chengyun is dead.

But all the monks present were also dead.

And he himself had a broken arm and was trampled under the feet of a zombie, his eyes full of despair.

This zombie is huge, with blood-colored pupils, looming dark gold, and a terrifying aura.

It roared with arms raised.

The mountains and plains are filled with thousands of zombies surrendering...

…

After a moment, everything disappeared again.

Yang Jishan's back was already soaked with cold sweat, and great panic welled up in his heart:

"Just...what was that?"

Is it my own battle-hardened intuition?

Is it a sign from somewhere?

Someone still made me see this scene...

Yang Jishan's face was pale and his eyes were frightened.

"Uncle Yang?"

A childish voice brought Yang Jishan back to his senses.

Yang Jishan looked up and saw a concerned Mo Hua.

"Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?" Mo Hua asked worriedly.

Yang Jishan thought for a moment, then forced a smile and said: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired..."

Mo Hua said apologetically:

"Uncle Yang, you have a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore."

Yang Jishan nodded slightly, and just when Mo Hua was about to leave, he suddenly called Mo Hua to stop again.

"Ink painting."

Mo Hua turned back in confusion.

Yang Jishan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, "You can go."

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then he was delighted, "Really?"

Yang Jishan nodded, "But be careful, stay with me and don't wander around. Even if you see Lu Chengyun, don't be impulsive."

"Yeah." Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, "Thank you, Uncle Yang!"

Mo Hua left happily.

And since he agreed to Mo Hua, he asked Mo Hua to go with him.

The bloody, terrifying, and desperate scene in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared...

The panic in Yang Jishan's heart gradually subsided, and he no longer felt cold in his hands and feet.

It was as if some terrible cause and effect had been cut off.

Yang Jishan could not calm down for a long time.

He looked at Mo Hua's leaving back, his eyes were shocked, and he thought in disbelief:

"Mo Hua...what is the identity of this little monk?"

Thank you to PYHuang, ChanSO, Hanhai Xiaoyao Scholar, and Sang Chen for your tips~