Farming, raising monsters, cultivating immortals, and seeking immortality

Until facing a real life-and-death crisis, monks often turn a blind eye to the impending danger.

The corpse tide surged into Beiyue City like a wave rushing to the shore.

They couldn't fly, so they formed a "human" ladder and climbed in along the high city wall.

At first, these enemies of only the first level posed no threat to the monks in the city, and one or two casual cultivators could easily kill them.

Those monks who knew the characteristics of mummies were fine. Seeing such a large number of corpses swarming in, they had no nostalgia and chose to fly away and escape from this dangerous place at the first time.

As for where to go?

Where there are no mummies, go there!

However, can they escape?

As soon as these people took off, a Jindan monster used its supreme magical power to knock them into the ground. What awaited them was nothing but complete death!

As for those casual cultivators?

They soon lost themselves in the repeated fighting.

The dead mummies became stronger and stronger, from slow movements to fast movements, from only being able to form a human body to flying and hiding in the ground, all of this took only a few hours.

When more than 100,000 monks in Beiyue City truly realized that there was no way to retreat and no way to defend, they had gradually become delicacies and souls in the mouths of the mummies.

The corpse tide, like a swarm of insects, gradually eroded Beiyue City.

The prosperity of the past turned into a bubble overnight.

The major families died or ran away, and only mummies without consciousness and only killing were wandering in the huge city.

The Wu family, who resisted stubbornly, also suffered heavy losses in this wave of corpses.

Almost all of them died below the Jindan level.

The remaining relatives and descendants survived under the protection of several Jindan.

Seeing that the family business of generations was finally destroyed, Wu Shuang's heart was bleeding.

He regretted why he did not listen to Nie Yuanzhi's advice and abandon this so-called city!

The city is gone, but it can be rebuilt.

But what if someone is dead?

Dead is dead!

The four Jindan of the Wu family broke through the encirclement of the mummies and monsters.

Behind them was a purgatory on earth.

The sounds of fear and wailing came one after another, and the cultivators continued to replenish the mummies' completely dissipated life like nutrients...

"Master...where are we going now?"

Wu Shuang clenched his fists, and his eyes were already cast in the direction of Motai Mountain.

However, the next moment, a flying mummy cut through the sky and chased them at a very fast speed!

"Fight!"

Wu Shuang felt something was wrong!

The face of the mummy was hideous, the breath was strong, and the whole body was emitting a faint green light.

Wu Shuang sacrificed the long sword and stabbed the enemy with the divine sword.

But with a bang, this top-grade magic weapon broke! There was not even any trace left on the flying mummy!

"Roar!"

The flying mummy burst into a roar.

With a flash, he appeared behind a Jindan relative. Before the other party could react, his sharp corpse claws had already pierced into the dantian and instantly crushed the other party's Jindan.

And at the moment when this Jindan cultivator died.

A large amount of refined spiritual energy, mixed with vitality, was absorbed by the thunderclouds that were roaring over Beiyue City.

This thundercloud seemed to have life and was still growing!

In the end, the few remaining Jindan did not escape the fate of death.

In one day and one night, the entire Beiyue City completely disappeared on the cultivation continent!

Chen Mo, who "witnessed" all this, also felt boundless pressure. He saw the strength of the fourth-level flying mummy from the side.

He didn't know whether he could kill him with one blow even with his strength.

And whether he could steal the power of thunder under his nose and prevent the other party from resurrecting.

...

The successive destruction of Beiyue City, Beiling City, and Beijiang City also made the Northern Immortal Gate feel the true horror of the corpse tide.

These unkillable mummies seemed to have absorbed the nutrients of millions of cultivators and became stronger.

And the immortal gates also completely retreated, each setting up a large formation to block the invasion of the corpse tide.

Soon, these mummies began to spread.

The surrounding cities bordering Beijiang City gradually felt the pressure.

Finally, even the fourth general who had been sitting firmly in Yunyan Valley, Shi Guangyuan, could not sit still.

He issued a death order to Gu Xianzhi. If he could not solve the corpse tide, he would be beheaded!

The general who was below one person and above ten thousand people had no dignity at this moment.

The original matter of Chen Mo in Motai Mountain was also shelved, and Gu Xianzhi did not even have the courage to mention it.

After all, if Pingduzhou was gone, what was the use of spiritual plants?

...

The corpse tide was coming fiercely, and Gu Xianzhi went to the second general's library again to read the recorded history.

However, after flipping through it, there was no difference from what she saw.

Both corpse tides swept across the three northern cities, and finally, under the joint encirclement of the generals, the powerful existence in the Eight Hundred Corpse Demon Ridge was forced to compromise and retreat.

Everything was normal.

But the normality was puzzling!

Just when Gu Xianzhi was at a loss, a monk in ordinary cloth walked in from the outside of the library.

"The so-called history is what people record."

Gu Xianzhi suddenly raised his head and looked at the person who came.

The other party looked ordinary, but he must be of extraordinary status to be able to enter and leave the library at will!

Not surprisingly, he was at least a general.

However, this person's aura was weak, and he didn't even have a golden elixir, which made her a little puzzled.

"What do you mean, senior?" But after all, this is the general's mansion of the second general. Even if the other party is mediocre, he still has to show due respect!

"Does the Three Northern Cities have a history?"

Gu Xianzhi frowned slightly and said, "Of course there is."

"When did it start?"

"It should be a thousand years ago."

"Does Pingduzhou have a history?" The middle-aged monk smiled slightly.

The next moment, Gu Xianzhi seemed to have thought of something terrible, and turned around like crazy to flip through the volumes on the bookshelf!

After half a cup of tea, she put the long scroll in her hand on the table with a solemn expression and said, "Eighteen thousand years ago!"

"Hehe, hehe."

The middle-aged monk smiled and turned around, leaving the library without looking back.

Gu Xianzhi raised his head, and circles of bookcases spiraled all the way to the top of the tower.

Originally, if it was recorded in jade slips, each jade slip could record hundreds or thousands of ancient books, but the second general used the most primitive method to record the years and history one by one.

The inheritance of the jade slip consciousness would be interrupted.

But the books would not!

The soul question of the middle-aged cultivator made Gu Xianzhi realize that whether it was the Eight Hundred Corpse Demon Ridge or the corpse tide, the horror was not as simple as imagined!

The history of Pingduzhou began 18,000 years ago.

What about 18,000 years ago?

Was it also like the three northern cities, which were completely destroyed by the corpse tide?

If so, how was the crisis resolved?