Rebirth Dominator

The jade bone skull in Qingyang's hand doesn't look like a white bone, it's beautifully carved from white jade, delicate and delicate.

At this moment, from the jade-bone skeleton and the terrifying hollow eyes, a terrifying gray light burst out, circling around him,

Groups of living corpses kept rushing towards Qingyang, and the moment he approached Qingyang, he saw a black energy being drawn out of his body and merged into the jade bone skeleton, and he collapsed into a body in the blink of an eye. corpse.

This is exactly the magic weapon that Qingyang brought back from the mountain and sea realm. It was refined by a powerful witch priest of Xun country, and it fell into Qingyang's hands after Xuanyuan country died in the first battle.

And following around Qingyang is Lin Shu holding a magic sword, but the magic sword in his hand is carved with talismans about killing souls, illusions, and sharpness, and Taoist Qingyun's is full of dead witches. The vicious dharma sword of the mantra has differences and different targets, but it is also from the hands of Taoist Qingyun.

Qingyang took his newly recruited apprentices to the station, and followed the group of monks to kill them, beheading the living corpses all the way and walking in, one by one dressed in Taoist robes, hideous and terrifying living corpses came, densely packed as if they could kill them no matter what endlessly.

A group of monks came to Sanyang Temple like chopping melons and vegetables, leaving corpses all over the ground, but this time, they really died and fell into a deep sleep and rest.

The mist surrounding the mountain gradually dissipated during the fighting, and the mountain is full of beautiful scenery. Huangyang Mountain, which is like a place of good fortune, has completely turned into a place of ghosts and ghosts at this moment. Even the bright moon reflected in Sanyang Lake behind the mountain seems to be carrying The color of blood.

But ordinary people stayed at the foot of the mountain more, such a strange thing happened, Sanyang Temple was wiped out, all the disciples turned into living corpses, Taoist Qingyun disappeared without a trace, it is definitely not a situation that ordinary people can deal with.

There is likely to be a bigger crisis hidden on the mountain. The strange power of monks is often beyond the reach of modern weapons and ordinary people.

After stepping through the peach forest, passing through the Sanyangguan Mountain Gate built of gray and white stones, and standing in front of the huge Sanyangguan, everyone stopped in their tracks.

Everyone raised their heads and couldn't believe it. This is the old view of the Three Goats.

Thousands of disciples, the incense is at its peak, and it can be called the Sanyang Temple, the largest school in the world.

But at this moment, overnight, it turned into a purgatory on earth.

The half-opened door couldn't block the view inside. The courtyard was stained red with blood, and there were still stumps scattered everywhere. The maple trees in the courtyard seemed to be nourished by blood, and even the leaves turned blood red.

The papered windows were completely turned into blood, and the maple leaves fell. It was clearly not yet autumn, and the whole Huangyang Mountain revealed a sense of desolation and doomsday.

Lin Shu chopped off the head of a living corpse with a talisman sword in his hand. The power in the talisman sword dispersed the resentment of the seven souls in the living corpse, the living corpse.

There were more living corpses in Sanyang Temple, one wave after another rushed out from the corridors, the main hall, and rushed in from the top of the wall, surrounding them.

The unwilling roars and curses of the living corpses can be heard everywhere, as if they are crying out for their unjust death and pain. The faces of each living corpse are full of hideous pain, as if reappearing the death of the dead witch. Tortured by the pain swallowed by the curse, and then want to bring their pain to everyone.

They are cursing whoever killed them, cursing everyone in the world.

More than a dozen people charged and fought in Sanyang Temple. The sound of gunshots was accompanied by bullets, piercing through the head of the living corpse. The cold light of the long sword unsheathed flickered, and the rapid sword light was accompanied by the sound of the air being torn.

The talisman light surged, the incantations were chanted silently, and an extraordinary battle broke out in the entire Sanyang Temple.

These living corpses are not powerful for monks, but everyone is extremely powerful, attacking them in various ways regardless of physical damage and joint damage, desperately fighting for their lives.

Following the appearance of a few extremely powerful living corpses, they were able to use ordinary spells, their bodies were severely injured, and they were recovering quickly. Finally, among the dozen or so people, some people began to get injured.

A tattered Taoist man in a Taoist robe with only one arm left, his eyes gleamed with blood, as long as they looked at each other, they would immediately fall into a state of awe.

A young man in combat uniform met his eyes, and he immediately jumped up and bit his neck. Between life and death, he suddenly woke up and blocked the opponent with his hands, but even his entire arm was abandoned Bite down.

"Ah! My hand!"

"How could this be? These living corpses can still use magic spells?" A member of the Investigation Bureau hugged his arm, screamed and stepped back, looking at the living corpse in front of him in disbelief.

"Li Gu, this is Li Gu!" Finally someone recognized the identity of the other party, and he was one of the companions who had been sent to the Sanyang Temple to practice.

"Zhao Lan, what's going on?"

"Boom!"

And a living corpse of a middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe leaped heavily from a distance and landed on the top of the main hall. There was a bang from the heavily falling body, which attracted the attention of everyone and the living corpse.

One by one, the living corpses raised their heads, stopped even the movement of their hands, and stared at the figure with blood-red eyes.

The entire Three Goats Temple fell silent for a moment.

With a sound, his Taoist robe danced slowly under the moonlight, raised his head to look at the bright moon in the sky, then suddenly lowered his gaze, and his blood-red eyes shone brightly, staring at all the living people standing underground.

"Huan Ming! Isn't that Huan Ming, the big disciple of Sanyangguan?" Lin Shu recognized him immediately.

"Eldest brother? He... He died too! He turned into a living corpse?" A monk who had practiced in the Sanyang Temple for a period of time was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"Everyone, get ready. Huan Ming was a monk in the Qi refining period before he was alive, everyone must be careful." Qingyang immediately reminded everyone, holding the magic weapon in his hand tightly. Although he was not afraid of the living corpse, he was not cautious enough. If the boat capsizes in this gutter, I'm afraid I will laugh forever.

Moreover, the death of Sanyang Guanmanmen is too weird and terrifying. Thousands of people died like this, including many monks. Even Taoist Qingyun, the master of the temple, disappeared. That was the one that severely injured Jia Yi at sea Existence, but also no sound at the same time, Qingyang couldn't help but not be afraid.

"Roar!"

The living corpse standing on the top of the main hall with its back against the bright moon let out a roar and jumped up tens of meters, carrying endless corpse grievances and pounced down.

The dark aura and magical aura made everyone below except Qingyang and Lin Shu tremble, and even Qingyang's disciples were overwhelmed with fright. It's just too scary.

But at this moment, a figure fell from the sky, like an afterimage piercing the sky, smashing the living corpse down from the sky.

"Boom!"

The two collided and erupted with a huge spiritual light, and then the figure stepped down the living corpse and stood on the top of the hall.

"Who?" Qingyang immediately shrank his eyes, staring at the figure stepping on the living corpse on the roof.

"Who is this?"

"what happened?"

Everyone looked at the figure above the main hall, only to see that it was a man wearing a black coat and light blue jeans, who looked ordinary, with his back to them at the moment, as if he was overlooking the entire Sanyang Temple and the audience behind him. The endless living corpses inside.

He stretched out his hand, and immediately saw the living corpse under his feet floated up and fell into his hands.

He tightly strangled the living corpse's neck, no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free from that white palm, and the corpse's resentment was compressed back together.

He grabbed the living corpse and turned his head, finally showing his side face, and glanced at the people standing in the courtyard under the great hall.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the side face looked extraordinarily cold and cold, and the light in the eyes was chilling.

However, Qingyang's face showed surprise for a moment, and he shouted: "Fengdu!"

But the others did not behave like Qingyang, but became more vigilant.

The person who came was Fang Xiu. He was standing on top of the main hall, holding the most powerful living corpse, watching the situation in the whole Sanyang Temple, without any emotion or expression on his face.

But at this moment, watching the living corpse fall into Fang Xiu's hands, struggling and screaming, the group of corpses below suddenly fell into madness.

So many living corpses roared at the same time, the roars were like metal and iron, and the whole mountain seemed to vibrate in the roars.

In Fang Xiu's eyes, black surged, instantly occupying the entire white of his eyes, and a black shadow broke free from his body.

The terrifying black shadow is like a sealed monster, twisted and cursed with hatred, instantly turned into a height of several meters, drilled out of Fang Xiu's body, and emerged from behind him, while the lower body remained inside his body , with a strong struggle, he rushed towards the group of corpses below.

Then, a brisk white shadow rushed out of his body.

Further back, one after another, terrifying phantoms rushed out one after another, pounced on the living corpses in the Sanyang Temple below.

More than a dozen phantoms surround the Sanyang Temple, devouring and tearing the living corpses continuously. Wherever they pass, they can see the living corpses falling in groups.

"What kind of spell is this?"

A member of the investigation bureau watched in shock as the phantom moved around the figure standing above the main hall, and a dozen huge evil spirits and monsters surrounded it, as if a huge storm had formed in the Temple of the Three Goats. devour everything.

"It's the inheritance that Fengdu got in the mountain and sea world!" Qingyang said immediately, feeling a little shocked, although he also got a powerful magic weapon and his cultivation level skyrocketed, but it wasn't that exaggerated.

"Are all the monks who have entered the mountain and sea world so strong?" Lin Shu's eyes seemed to shine, and he suddenly felt eager to enter the mountain and sea world.

It didn't take long to see the dozen or so figures become stronger and more solid, returning to Fang Xiu's body, and the entire Sanyang Temple became quiet in an instant.

Fang Xiu grabbed the living corpse, Huan Ming jumped down, stood in the front yard, under the huge maple tree, stepped on the fallen leaves and the corpse, pulled out a talisman, and stuck it on the living corpse. forehead, and immediately saw him quiet down.

"The souls of the three masters are gone! Only the seven souls are left!" Fang Xiu threw the living corpse on the ground and said to Qingyang.

"There are also signs of being hit by the Death Witch Curse! The remaining seven souls have strong emotional desires, combined with the terrible spell of the Death Witch Curse, they can turn into living corpses. This is something I didn't expect. "Qingyang nodded, although someone has developed a method to control the corpse before, but it is not so terrifying.

"This is the trace of damage from a magic weapon, a magic sword!" Lin Shu pushed aside the Taoist robe from Huan Ming's corpse, and saw the scars on his body.

Combining these three things together, the two of them immediately guessed something. They only knew one person who could refine and possess magic swords, master the curse of death witches, and be able to do such things.

The two uttered the same name in shock at the same time.

"Where is the Lord Qingyun?"

"There's no need to look for it! He's not in the temple!" Fang Xiu said with a cold face.

Fang Xiu looked into the distance, his eyes were facing the bright moon over the sea.

"These people should have been killed by him! Everyone's main soul has signs of being swallowed by magic."

"Slaughter all the top and bottom of the Sanyang Temple, kill all the relatives and disciples of the whole school, and gather a foundation-building Taoist seed, just for the sake of immortality!"

"It's really... so cruel!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned, including Qingyang.

Although Taoist Qingyun, the master of the Three Goats Temple, was missing, what they had seen and heard along the way, and their discoveries had already made them speculate.

But even until now, they are still unwilling to believe this fact.

It is simply too terrifying, how could there be such a cruel and vicious person, this is not an apprentice who kills all enemies, but an apprentice who gets along with him day and night, teaches and inherits himself, like a father and son relatives.

Nearly a thousand people were massacred overnight like this. Such a tragedy may be enough to shock the whole world.

Fang Xiu looked at the entire Three Goats Temple. The whole Three Goats Temple has been completely ruined. Even if it is repaired, so many people have died and so many strange things have happened, I am afraid that no one will dare to come here again. This beautiful Huangyang Mountain is probably about to turn into a ghost mountain.

It has to be said that he did not expect Taoist Qingyun to do such a thing. When he first met him, he was just a rotten old man who feared death and pursued longevity. superhuman.

However, Fang Xiu didn't think that the Three Goats View was his own orthodox system. Chong Yunzi's identity was only recognized by them, but he had never admitted it.

If it is about inheritance, among all the monks, which one of the inheritance does not come from himself.

As for the patriarch, I am the patriarch of all of them. After teaching the Dharma, I have to ensure that their path of practice is unimpeded.

But Taoist Qingyun's behavior was cruel and ruthless, and Fang Xiu hated it very much.

"Between life and death, there is great terror!"

"The more fear, the more struggle, the more it will evolve into the greatest obsession!"

Fang Xiu shook his head, put away his hands, and after reading the changes in the Three Goat Views and the internal situation, he already knew what happened here and was ready to leave.

"Why did he do this? These people are... but his disciples!" Lin Shu turned around and asked incomprehension.

Fang Xiu turned his head and looked at Lin Shu, who was also chosen by himself, the original ascetic.

"Because - he is going to enter the mountain and sea world, where there is everything he desires, but the reality is not."

"If he enters like this, he will probably die in the mountain and sea world like this. He is not as familiar with the mountain and sea world as we are, and his relationship with our entire cultivation alliance can be said to be not very good. With Jia Yi, It's even more of a mortal enemy."

"Compared with the longing for a long life, compared with the fear of death, old age, and an old body with rattling teeth, what is all this to him!"

"I want to live, I want to gain the Tao, I gave up the present world, and desperately entered the fairy world that is recovering and returning to the age of immortals and demons in ancient times - the mountain and sea world."

After saying this, Fang Xiu stepped forward, stepping on the wind, as if turning into a wisp of green smoke, walking away with the illusion.