I am a Corpse Collector in the World of Immortal Cultivation

The next day, the news was sent back to Cangwu Immortal Sect.

The top management of the Yunhai Sect was wiped out, and 3,000 disciples who built their foundations and practiced Qi were transferred to the Cangwu Sect.

The master of Yunhai Sect killed himself to the point of exhaustion.

The first peak Jindan Zhenjun killed three people, two of them were killed by the elders of the Tianmozong Jindan.

The two sects of Cangwu Heavenly Demon confronted each other, and Master Ye Shao was furious, unwilling to compromise, and the war was about to break out again.

Afterwards, one person was killed by Jindan Zhenjun of Tianmo Sect, Cangwu Jindan seriously injured two more, and the remaining disciples were killed or injured nearly a thousand each.

In the afternoon, airships carrying corpses sailed into the Tianzhu Mountain, and the corpses fell like dumplings.

Chen Shen looked at the pile of corpses, his eyes were shining, and he almost screamed:

"It's done, it's done!"

"Junior brother, don't be in a daze, come here and help."

Lu Changqing stood beside the corpse and shouted.

He was very cautious, without any damage, and came to Tianzhu Mountain to help after he came back.

"The above said that whether these disciples were from the outer sect or the inner sect, they were all buried with the treatment of the inner sect, and carved inscriptions were erected on the monument.

As for Jindan Zhenjun, his family members will personally bury him, and there is no need for us to enter the coffin. "

Lu Changqing carried a dead body and said:

"These corpses have their names and identities written down. Now let's go to the inner gate area to find a place. The sect will arrange people to come over tomorrow."

Cangwu Immortal Sect still has human nature. Everyone died fighting for the sect, and a monument should be erected after death. Those with family members can also receive pensions, calculated on the basis of head.

Of course, no amount of resource subsidies can compare to the death of a loved one.

But whether it is a secular kingdom or a world of cultivating immortals, the struggle will never stop. Such wars will happen no matter where they are.

"This doesn't seem like a disciple of my Cangwu Immortal Sect?"

Chen Shen opened a corpse, and the clothes he was wearing did not belong to the Cangwu Immortal Sect.

There is also a thick card-like paper hanging around its neck, on which it is written:

"Jin San, a native of Jin Country.

Born on a certain day of a certain month and a certain year.

On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, he died fighting for the sect! "

"Isn't he a member of the Yunhai Sect?" Lu Changqing replied casually, and seeing that Chen Shen didn't understand, he added:

"These Yunhai Sect disciples are really unlucky. After the sect was destroyed, they surrendered to our Cangwu Immortal Sect. In the end, they had to sacrifice their lives in the final battle with the Tianmo Sect. They still had to die."

"Having said that, nearly half of the more than a thousand disciples who died were Yunhai disciples who had just surrendered to our sect."

"The Yunhai Sect is really miserable." Chen Shen said.

Not to mention the fact that the sect was crushed, the disciples would still use it as cannon fodder.

"The strong prey on the weak." Lu Changqing didn't feel any emotion, and said:

"By the way, I saw Lin Xuan in the Tianmozong team, do you remember him?"

"Of course I remember, he joined the Heavenly Demon Sect?"

Chen Shen was a little surprised, of course he remembered the one named Lin Xuan.

This person's kendo talent is very good, and he almost entered the peak of law enforcement.

It's a pity that he was blocked by Ye Shuangman, and later he felt resentful, and made a fuss in the outer sect's management office, and was expelled from the sect.

"That's right, and with his incomplete spiritual roots, he has become a monk at the third level of Qi training in just a few months.

Last night, my genius, Zhu Ming, came out to practice. I didn't expect to meet Lin Xuan. The opponent used the third level of Qi training to strike the fifth level horizontally, and his swordsmanship was superb. "

"It seems that that person had an adventure, otherwise, with his talent, how could he be promoted so quickly in a short period of time."

Chen Shen nodded and didn't pay much attention.

Lu Changqing suddenly showed a mysterious smile, and asked, "Junior Brother, do you know what sword technique Lin Xuan used last night?"

"What sword technique?"

Chen Shen looked at Lu Changqing's little proud expression, and he could think of the true solution of swordsmanship with his toes.

But he still decided to give Lu Changqing a chance to pretend.

"True explanation of the way of the sword! Yes, you heard it right, it's the terrifying sword technique taught by me!"

Lu Changqing raised his head high, his eyes full of pride.

"Brother is amazing." Chen Shen cheered.

The two chatted, and soon came to a huge plain in the area where the inner gate was buried.

"That's right here. We'll bury one of them today, and we'll arrange specific matters when someone comes tomorrow."

After disposing of the corpse, the two went back to drink.

On the second day, more than ten disciples came, ranging from the third level of Qi training to the seventh level.

"Junior Brother Lu!" Among them, the disciple with the highest cultivation level bowed to Lu Changqing.

The two also knew each other, and after a few chats, the work was assigned.

A few people with high cultivation level dug the pit in the plain, and engraved characters to build a stele.

Those with low cultivation are responsible for carrying the corpses.

And Lu Changqing and the seventh level of Qi training are supervisors.

Chen Shen asked for a job to burn incense on the tomb.

He carried some soil in his arms, and sprinkled some on the tomb when offering incense.

successful burial

Half a month later.

The burial was successful, and some spiritual roots were obtained, and the spiritual roots broke through to the middle-grade Dzogchen!

Obscure runes appeared in Chen Shen's eyes, as if he had opened his eyes, and everything in the world was in his eyes.

"Is this the root bone close to the top-grade spiritual root?" He muttered to himself, his body like a whirlpool.

Even if he didn't use the Longevity Art, the spiritual energy around him would move towards him and be continuously sucked into his body.

He immediately locked the root bones with spiritual power, cut off the connection with heaven and earth, and walked towards Lu Changqing and his party.

"It took more than ten days, and the matter finally came to an end today. Fortunately, everyone, I will go back later today, and I will prepare a table of delicious dishes for everyone.

Don't lose face to Lu Changqing, the wine in the afternoon must be finished before letting go. "

Lu Changqing glanced at Chen Shen who was following up, and said heartily to the group.

"Senior Brother Lu is polite, it's an honor for us to drink together." All the disciples laughed.

The morning after it was over.

Ye Shuangman led the whole sect to pay homage to the Heavenly Burial Mountain.

Back then, his old man, Ye Chen, only restricted the true biography to go to the grave, and he was braver than Ye Chen.

Tens of thousands of monks crowded the place where Jindan Zhenjun was buried in Tianzhu Mountain.

Headed by Ye Shuangman, followed by several true kings, offering incense in front of the dead Jin Dan's grave.

Another touching speech.

Every time he talked about how the dead true monarch made great contributions to the sect, he cried in the wind and rain. Of course, Ye Shuangman was behind many stories.

While telling about Jin Dan's previous life, he praised himself a lot.

"Why do I feel that the Young Sovereign is not acting, is he really crying?" someone whispered.

Suddenly, this person felt a terrifying gaze sweeping over him. When he looked over, his scalp felt numb and his heart felt fearful.

But the other party didn't make things difficult for him, instead he replied in a dark voice:

"It's his Ye family's high-end combat power who died, Jindan Zhenjun, can you not cry."

Mo Yu looked at the weeping Young Sect Master in front of him, and sneered.

The disciples beside him quickly moved away from the elder.

That's what you said, not me.