Tiandao doesn't work today

"Finally, I got my revenge..." Huang Banyun burst into tears and his whole body was shaking with excitement.

The little monkey also clapped his hands and shouted on his shoulders.

Huang Banyun bowed deeply to everyone: "Thank you for eradicating this monster. Banyun is grateful."

Yan Nu shook the ashes from his body and said, "What's the point? He should have died long ago."

"Stop shaking! Put your clothes on first!" Shen Leling shouted, and with a wave of his hand, he caused the non-flammable vine to snake around him.

The vines wrapped around Yan Nu's body, forming a pair of vine armor.

"This piece has been infused with a large amount of my magical water. Ordinary flames cannot be ignited, but if you want to burn it, I can make it secrete grease."

Yan Nu thought to himself that this was good. Every time he entered the fiery state, his clothes would turn into ashes. It would be much better with this one.

Next, Shen Leling tried to put out the fire with water, but the fire was too strong and the water she sprayed evaporated directly.

Mr. Feng mobilized soil to bury it, but the Fiery Green Lotus was too huge, and a small amount of soil and rocks could not be extinguished.

The two looked at each other and could only work together to dig a trench and build an earth wall to isolate the burning area from the outside.

"Just wait until it burns out on its own." Shen Leling said.

Another vine broke out of the ground, twisted and spit out a few debris.

Gold, silver, jade pendants, and a copper deed were all obtained from the corpses of Zhang family warriors.

The most important of them is, of course, the copper deed.

"The lady is interested. Feng will be at the mercy of the lady in the future." Mr. Feng came over and saw that the copper deed was intact, with a smile on his face.

"Your origin was severely damaged by Yan Slave, but you still dare to help us?" Shen Leling's eyes were amused.

Mr. Feng bowed his hands and said, "You two, you should have felt Feng's sincerity."

"I also have a blood feud with the Zhang family. They killed my entire family and refined me into a magic weapon. It has been fifty years since then."

"You two, although there is some misunderstanding between us, as long as you deal with the Zhang family, you will be my benefactor."

Yan Nu stared at him: "What happened to the corpse soldiers?"

Mr. Feng smiled bitterly and said: "Don't look at me. Those villagers were killed by the Zhang family because fresh corpses were used to make corpse soldiers stronger. Do you know them? Then you can go to the village and ask."

Yan Nu was angry and looked at the white-haired corpses that rolled down the hillside after a fierce battle. He still felt that the anger in his heart was hard to calm down.

Shen Leling nodded slightly: "This old ghost, the first time he made a move was just for show. Although the second time he made a move, he was serious about it, but he showed mercy to you."

Mr. Feng said leisurely: "Feng is eighty-five years old and has never killed a mortal."

"But getting rid of demons is another matter."

Shen Leling glanced at him sideways.

Mr. Feng quickly laughed: "I am talking about monsters like Oolong, and for a beautiful and righteous banshee like Miss, Feng has no time to admire her."

"Giggle... I hate scheming people the most!" Shen Leling said with a smile.

"..." Mr. Feng hurriedly stopped, and at the same time complained in his heart: You are the most scheming here, you have the nerve to accuse me.

He immediately changed his serious expression and pointed at Yan Nu.

"I'm afraid the owner of the old dog will come. It's not a good place to stay for a long time!"

In Yan Nu's hand, in addition to Wulong's demon bones, there is also a collar with exhausted mana.

This collar protected Oolong for two quarters of an hour, and even almost took him away, which shows the power of the monks behind the scenes.

"Well, get out of here first!" Shen Leling thought the same.

The group of people immediately ran down the mountain.

Originally, Mr. Feng only needed to get into the copper deed, but Yan Nu wanted to take the corpses of the villagers with him, so Mr. Feng had to float in the sky and control the corpses to run down.

When they came all the way to the previous village, they could still see the light of fire rising into the sky in the direction of Qishan in the distance.

"Woooooooo..."

No one in the village cared about the fire in the distance. The place was in a state of depression, and many doors clearly showed signs of 'trespassing'.

There were still many blood stains in the dust, and faint cries could be heard in the air.

"Most of the survivors were women." Mr. Feng looked around and knew that there were still people alive in most of the rooms.

However, most of them were old, weak, women and children, so the Zhang family chose to kill the fifty oldest men.

Yan Nu followed the latest cry and came to a house.

In the dark little room, a dim oil lamp was lit. An old woman was crying in front of the lamp, holding a piece of clothing in her hand.

Feeling the movement behind her, the old woman turned around numbly. She was not afraid when she saw the monsters and ghosts outside the door.

Suddenly, there was light in her eyes. It was because she saw a familiar face.

The old woman held the lamp and walked out with a straight look in her eyes, passed Yan Nu and Huang Banyun, and stopped in front of the corpse of an old man.

"Come back?" the old woman asked hoarsely.

But although the corpse was driven to stand, it could not speak, and there were deep blood marks on its neck.

The old woman looked miserable. She had seen her husband killed with her own eyes, and she had only had a little hope.

At this moment, she caught a glimpse of the knife marks on the corpse's neck, and she couldn't hold on anymore and fell down.

Yan Nu and Huang Banyun reached out to support him at the same time.

The old woman cried for a while before she began to think about the origins of these people.

"You are……"

Yan Nu said: "I, Aweng, say fallen leaves return to their roots. I killed the Zhang family and brought their bodies back to you."

The corner of her mouth was bitter. The group of people in front of her could be described as complex.

Huang Banyun was dressed as a ranger, and Mr. Feng was obviously a ghost. It was the ghost who brought the corpse back by the same method as driving away the corpse.

The old woman recognized Yan Nu and Shen Leling again. They had been here during the day and were being chased by the Zhang family. Moreover, she already knew that Shen Leling was a monster.

Because the Zhang family came here in the name of killing demons, they asked the village to donate corpses to help.

The village chief disagreed and made a noise, but Zhang Quan killed him. Then he went on a killing spree, selecting a total of fifty old men to kill.

Unexpectedly, the so-called demon-slaying wealthy clan wiped out the village with blood, and Yan Nu and the others would instead send the corpses back.

People are not humans, monsters are not monsters, and ghosts are not ghosts.

"Thank you all..." the old woman thanked sadly.

Shen Leling quickly ordered Mr. Feng: "Put the body in the open space in the center of the village and let each family claim it."

Mr. Feng moved his sword slightly, and the remaining corpses walked to the center of the village on their own, and then lay down on the ground, completely turning into ordinary corpses.

They made a lot of noise, attracting many women to look out from their windows, but they did not dare to go out.

The old woman took the initiative to go out and called the villagers to come out and claim it.

Soon the open space was filled with people, and the cries were loud. Almost all of them were women, and the men were all children under ten years old.

The only one who is considered young and strong is a farmer who is missing a leg. One of his legs was completely missing and he could only use a crutch. Because of his disability, he was not drafted into the army, and because he was young, he was not killed by the Zhang family.

Nowadays, this disabled person is regarded as the pillar of the village. He limped over and thanked everyone.

Yan Nu pulled him and said: "Let the village chief and others bury them in peace first... Well, how about I help you dig them?"

He noticed that there was a lack of strength in the village.

The farmer with the missing leg wanted to refuse, but he looked embarrassed. It was not that there was no one in the village.

Don't look at the group of women behind you, but they are all doing farm work. If you can't even dig a hole, your life will be ruined.

The only embarrassment was that he wanted to bury all the elders in the village. Burying fifty people together was by no means a small project.

Just as he was hesitating, Yan Nu had already started looking for a shovel.

Seeing this, Mr. Feng said: "Okay, let me do it. Choose a cemetery and I will use magic to open the soil for you."

Mr. Feng is good at earth magic, so this is a piece of cake for him.

"Thank you all my benefactors, let's rest in the village tonight." The farmer with the missing leg didn't show any pretense when he saw an expert, and he was grateful.

However, Shen Leling shook his head and refused: "You're welcome, we can't stay long."

Then he looked at Mr. Feng: "Let's do everything quickly, can you do it?"

Mr. Feng frowned slightly: "Now? OK..."

Although opening the soil to make a tomb is a piece of cake, his current condition is too bad. After successive battles, his roots have been damaged, his mana has been exhausted, and he has not rested at all.

But now that I have opened my mouth, I can’t say no.

"Let's go!"

Mr. Feng steeled himself, made the corpse stand up, and walked out of the village step by step.

The whole village followed, sobbing.

Normally, there is no burial in the middle of the night, but in this world, it would be nice to be able to bury someone.

It is difficult to survive in their village now, and there is not much care.

The farmer with the missing leg took everyone to a barren hill. Mr. Feng pointed to the ground: "Open!"

He was trembling all over, his figure was erratic, and the soil on the barren hill immediately rolled, and then separated to both sides on its own!

At the same time, Shen Leling found a place, sowed seeds, and planted a pine tree.

She continued to give birth, and the tree grew taller and taller. At the last command, it broke into several sections.

Several sections of broken wood made a crackling sound. Huang Banyun stepped forward and peeled off the bark that had become soft and crispy on the surface. Oh boy, there was a smooth wooden board inside.

The villagers were all shocked and sighed that it was the Immortal family's trick.

"How to make a coffin?" Shen Leling was a little confused.

"No, no, no, we poor people just need a piece of wood." None of the villagers dared to bother.

Mr. Feng immediately asked the corpse to drag the plank into the cemetery. After laying it out, the corpse lay down on it, straightened its clothes, and then stopped moving.

This weird scene even diluted everyone's sadness.

"Boom!"

Mr. Feng closed the tombs one after another and erected rocks as stone monuments.

"You can carve the inscription yourself...I can't do it anymore."

Mr. Feng was in a trance, and finally couldn't do it anymore. The ghost body was as blurry as a candle melting.

Shen Leling quickly took him aside and enjoyed the moonlight bathing, while a surge of vitality overflowed.

Mr. Feng took a deep breath and collected everything, finally feeling better.

"How about you also get me a talisman." Yan Nu suddenly said.

Mr. Feng was stunned.

Shen Leling chuckled and said, "It's the protective water talisman in the Yannu God's cave."

"Old ghost, you also condensed a life talisman to Yan Nu, and he infused it with zhenqi. You regularly recycle the energy inside, just like taking the soul-replenishing pill."

Mr. Feng's eyes lit up: "Is it really possible? I was just guessing before, so your great vitality is all obtained by that water talisman?"

Shen Leling nodded: "Yes, but you also have to give one-third of the source."

"This..." Mr. Feng almost cried: "No, the origin of my ghost body has been severely damaged, didn't you see? I used mana to condense the amulet, and the self-defense effect will not be weaker than yours."

Shen Leling rolled his eyes and said, "It's not because of your protective ability."

"The main thing is to be able to absorb Qi quickly and have a high enough capacity."

"If you only use mana to make a talisman, you won't be able to absorb even the two percent of Yan Slave's true energy, and it will explode."

Mr. Feng thought, yes, Yan Nu was so angry that he had to use his natal talisman to inhale it.

He lamented: "Twenty percent of the origin of my ghost body has been damaged. If it is less than one-third or more than half of the whole body, wouldn't it be impossible to break through the realm?"

Shen Leling knew that if the origin of his body was damaged, his cultivation speed and spell-casting ability would decrease.

If more than half of it is missing, Heaven will treat it as an incomplete creature, and it will be unable to break through the realm.

But it doesn't matter, Shen Leling said with a smile: "The origin is just separated. If it is placed in someone else's body, doesn't it still belong to you? When you want to break through, just take it back."

"That's all it can do." Mr. Feng thought for a while and made up his mind.

I saw him refining the ghost sword in his hand directly into a ball of flame.

This flame is gloomy and swaying with purple light, but it is part of the natal ghost fire.

He carefully condensed it into a ball of fire talisman and shot it into the Lingxu point in Yan Nu's body, echoing the water talisman in the Shenzang point.

After completing this step, Mr. Feng felt sluggish and his ghostly body flickered, becoming more and more misty, like haze.

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p.s: Sorry.