From raising corpses to creating a Zuodao Immortal

When they arrived at the Night Patrol of Feixian Peak, the night patrol was extremely quiet inside and outside. With the candlelight extinguished, they could only vaguely see some night watchmen in the darkness, and the roar of strange beasts coming from nowhere.

When Wen Jiu arrived, they just glanced at him, and then continued to stand there like stone puppets.

Under the leadership of the unknown Night Patrol disciple, Wen Jiu walked through the stone alleys and ancient buildings to the highest point of the Night Patrol.

In front of a stone palace that looked like a giant beast perched on the mountainside in the dark night.

"Follow me in."

In front of the stone palace, Mu Canglong, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, spoke in a deep voice, and then walked into the stone palace.

Wen Jiu hurriedly followed.

Originally, Wen Jiu wanted to ask what was going on, but he was interrupted by Mu Canglong's hand when he was about to speak.

Soon.

Wen Jiu was taken to the third floor.

Then he walked through the corridor on the third floor and stopped in a room with flickering candlelight, "Go in, the elder wants to see you."

Elder!

Wen Jiu's heart tightened.

The elder in charge of the Night Watch?

With doubt, Wen Jiu knocked on the door and saw an old man with white hair standing in front of the square table. He looked old but energetic. He was writing something under the candlelight, but stopped when Wen Jiu entered the room.

Then he bowed his head and slowly walked out of the square table and walked slowly to Wen Jiu. Although his steps were slow, he exuded a strong pressure, which made Wen Jiu feel like he was standing in front of a terrifying beast.

It also made Wen Jiu have a chilling intuition that the other party could kill him with one finger!

"Elder!"

Wen Jiu took a step back to avoid the invisible pressure, and then bowed.

The white-haired old man did not respond, still standing with his hands behind his back, staring down at Wen Jiu, and after a few breaths, he said coldly: "You have been raising corpses in the dead corpse land for so long, have you ever been to the central area?"

Before Wen Jiu could speak, the white-haired old man said coldly: "Answer truthfully, if you answer well, you will be a formal disciple in the future... If you don't answer well, you will be buried there with your black zombie."

After the words fell.

Wen Jiu's heart skipped a beat.

Then he hurriedly said respectfully: "The disciple has been there once or twice, and only wandered around the edge, and dared not go deep...Because I was only at the first level of Qi training at that time, my body could not withstand the Yin Qi in the central area."

"Come here!"

The white-haired old man suddenly spoke in a cold voice.

Wen Jiu had just taken two steps forward when he was suddenly grabbed by the other party by the wrist, as if he was clamped by the claws of a giant beast.

Following this, Wen Jiu felt a sense of consciousness scanning his whole body, from head to toe.

At this moment.

Wen Jiu's brain was brainstorming wildly.

Thinking about what to do.

How to get out.

But when he thought that the other party was the elder of the Night Patrol Department, even if he called the black zombie, he would not be able to beat him, Wen Jiu could only pretend to be calm.

This feeling of having your life held in the hands of others and being crushed to death at will really makes people feel disgusted.

It's really annoying!

Fortunately, after a few breaths, the white-haired old man loosened his hand. Wen Jiu looked down and saw that his hand was actually a little blue.

It was also a little stinging.

"No wonder you can enter the second level of Qi training so quickly. It turns out that the Yin Qi entering the body is so serious."

The white-haired old man said coldly, "Some of the left-handed cultivators who practiced the Yinzhou Corpse Raising Technique have lived to the sixth level of Qi training... But you are only at the second level of Qi training, and the Yin Qi has entered your internal organs and flesh and blood. I'm afraid you can't even survive to the fourth level of Qi training!"

Wen Jiu listened to this and knew that the other party should have mistaken his body training with the Earthly Evil Yin Qi as Yin Qi entering the body.

As a result, Wen Jiu had an idea in an instant, and hurriedly followed this topic and showed weakness.

"Please save my life, elder!"

Hearing this, the white-haired old man sneered, "You are quite smart, but you have to wait until you reach the third level of Qi training... Now tell me everything you know about the dead corpses!"

"Yes!"

Wen Jiu nodded quickly.

He told the dead corpses and the process of raising corpses, but he didn't mention the three thousand blood-ink corpses and the blood-transformed black zombies.

But the elder of the Night Patrol seemed to be more concerned about the central area and kept asking about the central area.

Wen Jiu also answered truthfully.

Seeing that he couldn't get anything out of it, the white-haired old man gave up, but Wen Jiu could feel that he was a little dissatisfied.

Even a little unhappy.

Just at this time, Mu Canglong suddenly knocked on the door.

"Elder!"

Hearing Mu Canglong's voice, the white-haired old man changed his unhappy expression and waved his hand to signal Wen Jiu to leave.

...

After leaving the room.

Wen Jiu felt relieved.

Feeling that he had walked on a mountain of swords, he wanted to get away from the Night Patrol as soon as possible.

But things did not go as he wished. When Mu Canglong entered the room, he secretly told him not to leave first with the sound transmission technique.

A moment later.

Mu Canglong walked out of the hall.

There was no change in his expression, and nothing could be seen, as if nothing had happened.

"Don't tell me what the elder asked you." As soon as he came out, Mu Canglong immediately spoke, "I heard from the elder that your Yin Qi has entered your body very seriously, and it has invaded your internal organs, flesh and blood?"

Said.

Mu Canglong took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, in which more than a dozen pills could be seen.

"This is the Yunti Pill, which can nourish the body, drive away Yin and activate blood circulation. It is not a good pill, but it is very useful for you."

Wen Jiu took it respectfully.

"Thank you, Deacon Mu."

Mu Canglong said as he walked: "Although side sects improve quickly, they are also very harmful to the body. Let's slow down a little in the future... At present, the longest person who has practiced the Yinzhou Corpse Raising Art is only fifty-seven years old. Sixth level, if you want to live longer, slow down your practice speed."

"clear."

Wen Jiu nodded.

Didn't say much.

Because once it is known that he is not afraid of Yin Qi, but instead uses Earth Evil Yin Qi to refine his body, he will probably be cut into pieces for study.

"Okay, let's go. Don't mention today's matter to anyone...otherwise I won't be able to protect you."

After leaving a few words, Mu Canglong turned around and walked into the palace.

Wen Jiuze took a deep look into the stone palace and felt a little scared. When he thought of the face of the elder of the night watch department, he hurriedly walked away.

Even back home.

Wen Jiu was also a little uneasy.

The elder of the night watch department gave him too much uneasiness.

It also made him feel a trace of disgust.

Disgusted with his own weakness.

The feeling of being held in the palm of someone's hand and squeezing it to death is so uncomfortable.

…

In the stone palace.

Mu Canglong turned back again.

As if what just happened had never happened, Mu Canglong spoke respectfully, "Mr. Gong, I have received news that the remnants of the Blood Clothes Building have united with some left-behind demons and tribulation cultivators to prepare for the liquidation of the vassal families under Feixian Peak... …Should we do something?”

"You didn't see the Peak Master today?"

The white-haired old man spoke in a deep voice.

Mu Canglong nodded, "The peak is now forbidden to enter, and only the peak master's confidants can set foot on it."

"The remnants of the Blood Clothes Tower and the demons of Zuo Dao are obviously here to attack the three thousand corpses of Xue Mo. The so-called liquidation of the vassal families is just to distract our attention and strength."

The white-haired old man said bluntly. Then he slowly folded what he had written before and slowly handed it to Mu Canglong.

Mu Canglong took it respectfully.

But I didn't take a closer look.

Instead, he continued: "If we don't take any action, I'm afraid no immortal cultivating family will be willing to make sacrifices in the future."

The white-haired old man said with a gloomy face, "Then move. The peak master must be studying the corpse at this moment, trying to find the secret method of Blood Ink Three Thousand... That is the secret method that allows people to practice Qi to perfection at the age of fifty-six. , it’s really heartwarming.”

Mu Canglong looked up and said nothing.

Until the white-haired old man waved his hand.

Mu Canglong immediately turned around and left, and then left Feixian Peak with the disciples of the Night Watch Division overnight.

…

at the same time.

Wen Jiu lay on the bed, thinking quietly.

Thinking about what is going on at Feixian Peak.

But I couldn't figure it out.

Simply think about the sales channels for Soul Reaver Talismans.

Selling it in Feixian Peak is obviously unrealistic. If you want to sell it, you may have to change to a trading market where no one knows you.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiu took out the map around Feixian Peak that he had found earlier and looked at it. He saw the San Xiu Fang City in Lian Wu Mountain.

Li Ye is there.

If you go, you might be able to kill him.

But it will also lead to investigation.

never mind.

Better find another place.

Wen Jiu's eyes fell on the other end of the map.

To the east of Feixian Peak, fifty miles away, there is a trading market for casual cultivators called Baihuashanfang City.

According to the map information, there are three to five thousand monks gathered here all year round. There are casual cultivators, tribulation cultivators, and other disciples from the side peaks, as well as disciples from the main peak of the sect. There should be no shortage of sales here to sell soul-stealing charms.

[Fellow Taoists, see you tomorrow. 】