Douluo mainland: I am Qian Renxue's fiancé

Chapter 305: Becoming a Golden Immortal in 100,000 Years! The Terrifying Shebi Corpse!

Author: Likes to eat cold preserved eggs

Chapter 305: Becoming a Golden Immortal in 100,000 Years! The Terrifying Shebi Corpse!

The strange creatures looked up at the full moon hanging high in the sky.

Looking down from the sky, almost the entire house in Willow Vine City is covered in a dark sea, filled with strange creatures in different clothes!

Sitting at the tea table in the guest room drinking wine at Fulai Inn, Zijun's eyes narrowed and he looked out the window.

There was a dense crackling of footsteps, mixed with roaring sounds.

"Here we come." Putting down the tea cup, Zijun waved his hand, and a light blue space array instantly enveloped the entire inn.

All the strange creatures passing by on the street turned a blind eye to the inn, as if they couldn't see it.

"Master, what's going on?" Zi Ming turned to look at Zi Jun, who put down his tea cup and explained.

"The creatures outside the inn seem to have suffered some kind of curse. The spiritual power in their bodies is not obtained through cultivation, but more like... transmission."

"Chuandu?" Zi Ming didn't understand and tilted his head in confusion.

The method of transfer is similar to initiation but not the same. The former does not require face-to-face exercises to instill spiritual power, but the latter does.

Walking to the window and overlooking the entire street, Zi Jun saw the clues at a glance.

The strange creatures on the street have spiritual energy all over their bodies, wandering around their bodies like blood.

Without exception, this is true for all the strange creatures on the streets.

"Ouch!" In front of the door and window of the inn, a ghostly figure walked past with a hunched body.

Approaching the window of the guest room where Zi Jun was, he turned his head, closed his eyes, raised his nose and sniffed.

Opening his eyes suddenly, the strange creature frowned in confusion, staring at Zi Jun!

The two were facing each other like this, but the former could not see Zijun.

After hesitating for a moment, the strange creature turned around and walked forward.

Bang bang bang!

There was a rapid knock on the door of the guest room, which made Ziming stand up immediately.

He hurriedly ran to Zijun and hugged his thigh with both hands.

"Master!" Zi Ming was so frightened that he lowered his voice and pointed to the door of the guest room and called Zi Jun.

Outside the window of the guest room, the strange creatures that left returned again, but in his eyes.

There was silence in the guest room, not even a ghost was seen.

"Master Immortal! Help! Open the door quickly! Little Taoist help me!" Hearing this voice, Zijun turned around and looked away, ignoring the strange creatures that turned back.

I saw him releasing his spiritual consciousness and looking out of the inn. The young sword cultivator from earlier, with a frightened expression, was lying outside the door of Zijun's room, crying.

Withdrawing his consciousness, Zijun's heart moved as he pleased, and the door to the guest room opened inwards.

The young sword cultivator ignored the magic and crawled into the house, stood up and locked the door again.

When he looked at Zijun and Zijun, his face turned pale again!

He covered his mouth with his right hand, his pupils trembling with fear! His left hand pointed outside the wide open window, trembling so much that he didn't dare to say a word.

Following his finger and looking up out of the window, Ziming was so frightened that she sat down on the ground.

"Master!!!"

Zi Ming's character is pale and shouts in a low voice.

Seeing the bad looks of the two of them, Zi Jun found it funny.

The methods he used previously, not to mention the Golden Immortal, even the Daluo Golden Immortal might not be able to tell the truth.

Without looking back, he waved his hand casually, and the strange creature outside the window shattered into pieces like a sculpture in pieces!

"Don't be afraid. Although this creature looks ugly, its strength is not that of a human being in the fairyland. It can be destroyed with a snap of a finger."

After closing the window and door, he pulled Zi Ming up and walked to the tea table to sit down. Zi Jun looked at Cuicheng and asked.

"With your cultivation level, if you are discovered by such a monster, you will definitely die. How did you find this place?"

Breathing a long sigh of relief, Cuicheng raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Minding his own business, he picked up the teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea, drank it in one gulp and said with a sad look on his face.

"Thanks to the life-saving magic weapon that Master gave me, the Escape Talisman. That thing can only be used once, so it's expensive."

I was sleeping well before, but suddenly I heard movement outside the window.

Out of curiosity, I walked to the window to check what was going on, and when I poked through the paper window, I saw the Rakshasa ghost!

I didn’t expect the legend to be true! If I had known this, I shouldn’t have come to this shabby inn to drink and eat meat because of my greed for food!

The more he thought about it, the more frustrated he became. Cuicheng glanced at Ziming, with a lot of resentment in his eyes.

"Look...what are you looking at! The Taoist will dig out your eyeballs! Who told you to walk without eyes?"

Zi Ming raised her chin and stared back not to be outdone, but although what this kid said was a bit domineering, it was not wrong.

If Cuicheng hadn't bumped into Zijun, this little guy would have cursed a few times.

But what he bumped into was Zi Jun, the immortal he admired most in the world.

How could he swallow his anger? Not beating up Cuicheng was his biggest concession.

"Go on." Zi Jun slowly picked up the tea cup and took a sip, interrupting the two of them.

Nodding in response, Cuicheng recalled that his master had warned him about the legend of this place, and continued.

"That Rakshasa ghost was transformed by the people in the city. They come out to look for food every night, and the people they eat are foreign monks like us..."

After saying that, Cuicheng seemed to remember some horrific scene and swallowed.

"Today is the same as March 3! If I can survive tonight, I will never come to this ghost place again!"

Cuicheng raised his head and looked outside through the door and window, his expression was like that of his dead father.

"What's the special connection between this and the day?" Zi Ming looked at Cuicheng curiously and asked.

"She Bi Zhi! The actual controller of the entire ghost kingdom! He is a real ghost fairy!"

Speaking of Shebishi, Zijun nodded and smiled, and explained with interest.

"He was born with a human face, dog ears, an animal body, and an ear ring with two green snakes. His name is Shebishi. He is a god-like but not god-like existence."

After saying that, Zijun frowned and was puzzled. According to historical records, this Shebi corpse was transformed by a righteous god.

But now in this ghost country, no matter how it sounds, it doesn't look like what that god-man did.

"That's right! But the Shebi corpse in this ghost country is not like what is recorded in ancient books. It is an evil ghost corpse god! It specializes in corpses of human beings! Especially monks!"

Legend has it that this Shebi Corpse was born a hundred thousand years ago! It was a lonely ghost wandering the world, and it was by chance that it met the fate of immortals and achieved enlightenment.

Although this ghost is strong, it is afraid of the scorching sun and can only move at night.

And those Rakshasa ghosts are the common people transformed by drinking the water of Longquan Pond.

Now it has become a monk monster that hunts this place for it to find treasure.

After listening to Cuicheng's story, Zijun frowned, how many innocent people would have to be killed to make everyone in the country become Rakshasa ghosts!

Now it’s just Wisteria City! There are so many of them!

The land occupied by the Ghost Kingdom covers almost half of the southern territory!

There are hundreds of millions of ordinary people living among them, if not billions!

No wonder it took 100,000 years to cultivate to the golden immortal state.

There are so many Rakshasa ghosts hunting for it, eating human essence, blood and spiritual power!

It’s hard not to think about becoming an immortal!

boom!

Zi Ming slapped the table and became angry! With an angry expression, he opened his mouth and cursed.

"Bastard! Compared to the demon clan, this ghost's methods are really cruel. Master, how about we...!"

Zi Ming looked at Zi Jun expectantly, and the latter responded in silence for a moment with no expression on his face.

"It doesn't matter, since it can poison so many people, it must be a meritorious thing to kill it. It's better to make it difficult to deal with it."

Playing with the tea cup in his hand, Zi Jun said with a slight smile.

Hearing this, Ziming danced with excitement.

In his heart, as long as Zijun takes action, everything can be done! Nothing can be accomplished!

"Help!"

(End of chapter)