I Honor

: Dead of Night

“If a person from mythology or immortality came here more than 20 years ago, and he practiced the magic way and magic skills quickly, and he has not lost his mind, lost his temper, went mad to death, or died violently, then his cultivation level To what extent do we have to survive in reincarnation again and again, exchange for good deeds again and again, absorb true energy, essence, blood and flesh again and again, organize help again and again, even if we don’t become Dharma Body, no matter how bad it is, we must have peak location.”

Meng Qi felt his hairs stand on end, and felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that Old Zhong Tou is a veritable old devil, a real devil?

“Four eclipses of heavenly demons”, eroding flesh, eroding bones, eroding scriptures, eroding soul, absorbing the opponent’s flesh, bones, meridians, essence, true energy and soul to improve one’s own strength, restore youth, prolong life, similar to Star-absorbing and Beiming magical skills, but more ruthless, more vicious, more terrifying, and better in effect. It comes from a comic Meng Qi read in his previous life, from the Heavenly Demon Kungfu created by the Great Heavenly Demon, which is not a technique from the main world. If the Heavenly Demon Kungfu is cultivated to the deepest level, one can prove the golden body of the Heavenly Demon, return to the original primordial origin, and become the ultimate bliss of the Heavenly Demon.

“Even for people who are not myths or immortals, the reincarnation of more than twenty years is no small matter. Even with the growth of strength, the interval between reincarnations increases. Twenty years means at least fifteen or six reincarnations, which are exchanged one by one. How terrifying would it be if you practiced the Heavenly Demon Kung Fu again?”

Now that Meng Qi has only been reincarnated six or seven times, he has a veritable top 20 or even higher strength, not to mention a senior reincarnation person who has been reincarnated fifteen or six times and can quickly master the Heavenly Demon Kungfu, which is no better than Xuangong and Golden Bell. Polishing, no adventure, it is difficult to improve quickly

It wasn’t the pinnacle of location, at least it was Grandmaster Meng Qi’s vest felt cold, and the chills spread everywhere, barely suppressing the fluctuations in his mood, and calmly guarded his surroundings. Worried about Lao Zhongtou suddenly pounced and gave everyone a record of the bliss of the demon.

“It’s no wonder that Jiangyang bandit has a mental breakdown like that.”

“Fortunately, I didn’t come here recklessly, but got a lot of helpers. Otherwise, I would have died in the line of duty.”

“No, if Lao Zhongtou’s strength is so terrifying. He broke into Qiu’s house boat openly and aboveboard when he was at the pier, sucking human skin one by one, and there was no scum left. Could it be that there is a master in the Qiu’s house boat?”

The strongest member of the Qiu family in all dynasties is a first-class strongman of the third level of exterior scenes. No one has ever stepped into the absolute world. The only elder alive today is the first level of exterior scenes. Where can I find the master?

Could it be that their secret involves a certain powerful force, or a strong casual cultivator?

Others are studying the strange corpse carefully, looking for the origin of the old clock. Only Meng Qi’s thoughts diverged, thinking about other things.

“It’s not right. Practicing Heavenly Demon Kungfu will cause both appearance and temperament to change to that of Heavenly Demon. The appearance is ugly, cruel and bloodthirsty.Sexual influence, even if you want to leave Yang Xia who has exposed your identity, you shouldn’t keep silent, all of us together surpass him by a finger, why don’t we just wait in the yard and suck it all up with the Heavenly Demon Art. leave calmly”

The more he thought about it, the more Meng Qi felt something was wrong, and he walked deep into the room. Check out the dead bodies hanging inside.

The stench of the dead body stinks, and the middle-aged people want to vomit. It’s really hard for Lao Zhongtou to practice in such an environment, and he is still happy.

“The corpses outside are very fresh, they are all from the past one or two months, and the corpses inside are basically old, about a year old at most.” Mr. Cui turned his back to Meng Qi, standing in the “corpse forest” and talking to himself.

No matter how long the corpse was, it was estimated that it would be turned into bones and reburied.

Mr. Cui ignored Meng Qi. He checked the corpse by himself, but Meng Qi didn’t bother him. Look for traces on your own.

“Huh, the corrosion of this part of the corpse is not clear. Some of the bones have a few bones left, and some of the flesh is covered with skin, which hasn’t melted away completely, but some of the bones are missing instead.” Meng Qi covered his nose and looked at the old corpse.

This is obviously the manifestation of Tianmo Kungfu beginners practicing

“The disciples of the old clock are not like the old corpse still hanging, but opposite to the new corpse. This should be a method of self-observation of progress and changes in details”

“But Lao Zhong’s Heavenly Demon Art shouldn’t be so weak.”

Meng Qi frowned slightly, full of puzzlement, which completely violated his own judgment.

Lao Zhongtou’s strength was extraordinary more than 20 years ago. It makes no sense that he hasn’t made any progress after so many years.

This is what Meng Qi felt when he used “Change the Sky and Strike the Earth” to evoke the painful memories in “Scar”‘s heart. He also knew that Lao Zhong once taught “Scar” a martial art, which was the real basis for his rise, but the specifics are Nothing can be seen.

“Could it be that Lao Zhong’s strength belongs to his strength and has nothing to do with Tianmo Gong. He only started practicing Tianmo Gong in the last one or two years.” Meng Qi suddenly had this thought.

“Heavenly Demon Kungfu is very easy to get mad, and if you don’t pay attention, you will be insane, crazy and violent. Any reasonable person, unless there is no other way, is unlikely to practice directly, um, except for the master of the six reincarnations. So, Old Zhongtou turned his enlightenment experience into another martial art and passed it on to Dao Scar, letting him accumulate experience for himself, and then practice on his own when all the problems are almost solved.”

“This can explain why Dao Scar can’t bear to look back on practicing that martial art, and it has become one of the painful memories. Practicing the martial arts of the demon with a human body is still the version adapted by Lao Zhong himself. It’s hard not to think it’s painful.”

“It’s no wonder he’s put on such a lot of weight. The handsome young man in the past has turned into the Roshan Demon King. In addition to self-indulgence, it turns out that his appearance and body shape are similar to those caused by the Heavenly Demon Skill.”

This kind of speculation is in line with logic and representational phenomena before and after, which makes Meng Qi faintly feel that it is a fact, but here comes the problem, it is impossible for any reincarnated person to spend such a long time to find the correct method of cultivation through training disciples, because doing so Many people died long ago because their strength could not keep up with the increase in the difficulty of the reincarnation task.

With so much time, it is better to collect more cheat books, minerals, etc. in exchange for good deeds, ask the Lord of the Six Paths of Reincarnation to empower the body, and then practice again by yourself to make up the foundation.

“Could it be that Lao Zhongtou is the same as Xie Jun, one picked up the Immortal Seal, and the other picked up the Heavenly Demon Art?” Meng Qi recalled his own experience, and naturally had this association.

As for where the old clock was “picked up” and why he lived in seclusion in Yangxia for more than 20 years and did not make trouble, Meng Qi had no way of guessing. Unknown.

The source of these corpses is relatively clear. Some are newly dead unburied corpses stored in the Yizhuang, and some are homeless people and beggars. Anyway, no one paid attention to their disappearance, and everyone checked the corpses. Didn’t find much.

The other rooms in the yard were cleaned up without leaving any paper. It seems that Lao Zhong walked relatively calmly, without panic at all, without leaving any valuable clues.

“Xiao Su, you lead Lao Li to guard the yard tonight, don’t let wild dogs and beggars come in and destroy the corpse and destroy the evidence.” Zheng Jushan, the governor’s arrester, ordered. “I will ask the county government office to send the most outstanding headhunters to inspect the corpse and look for clues.”

The weird old Zhongtou escaped by himself, which made him quietly relieved that he didn’t need to take any more risks, and the task could be left to the county government.

This remark fit Meng Qi’s intentions, and he immediately agreed. He wanted to avoid the crowd and then inspect the corpse and the yard carefully to see if there were any special traces left by reincarnators, such as another martial art that does not belong to this world.

Li Chong was terrified, with so many hanging corpses. As well as the weird and terrible corrosion marks, the eerie courtyard makes people shudder during the day. let alone at night

“Zheng, Governor Zheng, I’m old and can’t stand the night cold.” Before he finished speaking, he saw Governor Zheng, Mr. Cui and others walk away, turning a deaf ear to his own voice, leaving only himself and Xiao Su to guard the scene.

Li Chong’s wrinkles were deep, and his smile was uglier than crying: “Xiao Su, please be more, please take care of me.”

“Old Li. What are you afraid of?” Meng Qi laughed.

Li Chong lowered his voice: “I’m worried that Lao Zhong will come back at night, so what should I do?”

See the “corpse forest” in the room. He became more and more fearful and frightened of Old Zhong, only to feel that he was a real evil spirit.

“The room was tidied upclean. Except for the corpse, all traces have been erased, which shows that Lao Zhong left very calmly, without any urgency, what should be done has been done, and it is impossible to return bored. “Meng Qi said calmly.

If not, he would use his sense of responsibility to catch the head, and “chase” to Jiangdong now, so as not to stay in a dangerous place.

“But this thing is evil, if all these corpses turn into zombies in the middle of the night,” Li Chong became more and more afraid.

“What’s so scary about zombies? If you meet them, tell them not to make an appointment, and go play by yourself.” Meng Qi said with a smile.

He has even encountered zombies transformed from arhats, and he has the “Heavenly Injury” knife of heaven’s punishment in his body, so he has no fear of ordinary zombies

What does it mean that Li Chong is speechless, he only thinks that Xiao Su’s captor is from a Confucian background, and he is not afraid of strange things

At night, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and the sky was dark. Because Li Chong refused to enter the room with the corpse, Meng Qi had no choice but to light a fire at the door, roast dry food, drink clear water, and planned to do a detailed inspection later.

Li Chong picked up the wine gourd that he carried with him, took a sip, relaxed a little, and sighed: “I am old, I am old, I am not as strong as you young people, full of blood, and not afraid of ghost zombies. When I was a policeman, I could guard Yizhuang all night long, but now I dare not enter the room, and dare not stay with the corpse at night.”

“Actually, it’s the same at the door. Just think about it. There are pairs of corpse eyes looking at you from behind, slowly approaching you.” Meng Qi joked, with the vicious pleasure of telling ghost stories.

Li Chong stood up at once, looked back at the room, and then stepped back a few steps to the other side of the fire.

At the same time, there was a crisp click on the roof.

“Who?” Old Li was even more frightened, while Meng Qi just smiled and said nothing.

The sound of croaking crows sounded.

Li Chong heaved a sigh of relief, and was about to sit down, but Xiao Su said leisurely: “It’s so ugly to learn crow, so don’t learn it.”

“What?” Old Li squeezed his wine gourd tightly.

“Hmph, no matter how badly you learn it, it’s better than a stupid person who can’t learn it.” A man jumped down from the roof, dressed as a Taoist priest, with a baby face, short stature, and carrying two swords, one long and one short, just like Yao Xingliu Yao kid.

He heard “Red Crisp Hand” Xiao Yue talk about Lao Zhongtou’s strange martial arts, and his martial madness broke out, he climbed over the wall and left the city overnight, and came to check the corpse.

“Huh, so it’s Zhenwu’s little Taoist leader.” Li Chong was completely relieved. In his opinion, Taoist priests always have a way of catching ghosts and corpses.

Yao Xingliu nodded, and sat by the fire with his chest folded, without saying a word.

When Li Chong saw the Taoist priest coming, his heart widened, and he wanted to urinate, so he pleaded guilty and went to the hut on the other side of the yard.

“Old Li, be careful not to step on the corpse.” Meng Qi said quietly.

Old Li staggered and almost fell, thinking that Xiao Su’s head-hunting also has a hateful side

Yao Xingliu snorted, “What’s the point of scaring the old man?”

“Who was shocked by the eyes of corpses looking at you just now?” Meng Qi laughed narrowly.

Yao Xingliu said angrily: “I just, I just didn’t check for a while. My Zhenwu has its own sword skills to exorcise corpses and ghosts.”

He paused, then lowered his voice and said, “Since you’re dead, don’t come back.”

He obviously recognized Meng Qi and meant something.

Hearing these words, Meng Qi’s heart darkened, and negative emotions surged up. He squinted at Yao Xingliu and said, “Little Yao, come on, let’s fight another three hundred rounds.”

“Ah…” Yao Xingliu was obviously taken aback, and the baby’s face was full of astonishment.

Seeing his innocent appearance, Meng Qi sighed and suppressed his emotions: “Forget it, I won’t bully children.”

Yao Xingliu was furious when he heard the words, and was about to draw out his yin and yang swords.

At this moment, there was a sound of knocking on the door, which spread far and far in the quiet and gloomy night.

With a whoosh, Yao Xingliu jumped behind the pillar, and Lao Li had just stepped out of the latrine, so he fell down in fright.

Meng Qi pouted, walked to the door, pulled it open, and saw a blue-faced zombie with its tongue hanging down its throat

“No appointment.” His face remained unchanged, and he closed the door again with a bang.

The zombies outside the door, and Yao Xingliu and Li Chong inside the door all looked at a loss.

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