"Ha, I like to attack those who think they have outstanding abilities." Lin Xiaolu looked at the village chief with disdain and shouted:
"Did you make the zombies here?"
The village chief nodded with a smile: "There is no way, I don't have talent in cultivation, I can only find other ways to live forever."
He introduced himself to several people with a smile: "The old man's name is Zhou Ping'an. He is from Zhoujia Village. He was once an outer disciple of the Quanzhen Sect."
Several people were stunned after hearing this, Quan Zhen?
Wugou frowned: "Quan Zhen is one of the six great sects of the Immortal Sect, how could he do such a dirty thing."
The old man's wrinkled face forced out a sinister smile.
"Indeed, Quanzhen Taoist Immortal Sect has always acted openly and aboveboard. This old man has brought shame on the sect."
"But there's nothing I can do about it. I have no talent for cultivation. I entered Quanzhen at the age of six and have been an outer disciple for thirteen years. However, I can't even cultivate to the first level of Qi Condensation, let alone enter the inner sect. I can only be accepted by the inner sect. He was sent back to his hometown and finally became the head of Zhoujia Village."
In the field, he leaned on crutches, hunched over, and said with memories in his eyes: "I still vaguely remember that before I left Quanzhen, the senior brother in the handyman department said that people with no talent like me are born as stupid as pigs. You should accept your fate and not covet the path to immortality. Returning to the countryside and waiting to die silently is the best ending."
Lin Xiaolu frowned slightly after hearing this, and suddenly thought of himself.
In the courtyard, the old man smiled happily and continued: "I heard someone say before that in China, there were ordinary people with no talent who got great opportunities and then soared into the sky, making those who once looked down on themselves, Look at those people who claim to be geniuses, how blind they are!
Coincidentally, the old man got such an opportunity. A spiritual method called the corpse ghost method was accidentally obtained by the old man. Do you think, can the old man not take up such a rare opportunity? "
Hearing this, Shangguan Shiliu was too lazy to listen anymore, and said impatiently: "So you just refine zombies? Can you hurry up and say your last words? I can't wait to kill you."
The old man didn't pay attention to her words, but continued to remember:
"Counting this year, I have been the head of Zhoujia Village for a period of sixty years. Over the years, in order to seek immortality, I have used the villagers here to practice corpse ghost magic, subtly controlling their minds, giving them corpse poison, and controlling them. It was not until a few days ago that I finally became able to kill women.
A period of time, in order to live forever, it took the old man a full period of time to kill more than a thousand women. It was really a lot of painstaking efforts to gain such a heavy resentment that could darken the world. "He praised with pride, as if he was touched by his perseverance and persistence.
"What is the corpse ghost spell?" Wugou asked with a frown.
"This is a secret technique that can change your destiny against the will of heaven."
The old man answered with a smile: "People have human nature, ghosts have their own ways, and the zombie method is the secret method of refining oneself into a zombie and enslaving evil ghosts in one's body to achieve immortality."
After saying that, he looked directly at the four people and one duck in front of him again:
"We monks should keep our promises. The old man said that you can't leave this village. You should do what you say."
"Hiss!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of extremely sad screams suddenly sounded.
His body slowly flew into the air, and in the Woman's River not far away, you could see with the naked eye countless screaming and vicious female ghosts rising out of the river, twisting into a huge spiral black wave, crossing the sky, and burrowing into the old man. head!
Several people were stunned by this scene. They saw those female ghosts transforming into extremely malicious female faces. They roared, cursed, screamed, cried in pain, cursed, and all kinds of sounds were mixed together. Together, various faces gathered in a spiral, constantly drilling into the old man's mind.
Immediately afterwards, the villagers in the village flew out of the houses and farmhouses at some unknown time. They were all extremely dull, with empty eyes, and they could only let out bursts of screams instinctively, and all of them flew into the old man's body.
Lin Xiaolu was astonished when he suddenly found that the bolt behind him suddenly flew up and went straight into the old man's body!
He quickly raised his hand and grabbed Shuanzi's calf.
Only now did everyone understand the truth of all this.
The villagers here are actually half-human and half-corpse for a long time, but they don't know it. The female ghost in the woman's river must have been cursed by the old man using some kind of corpse ghost magic. At this moment, the old man is about to These female ghosts combine with zombies and melt them all into their bodies to achieve immortality!
Lin Xiaolu grabbed Shuanzi's calf and was surprised to feel the extremely strong suction force. He actually couldn't even hold on to his own strength!
In the air, thousands of female ghosts were sucked into the old man's head, and his old body was filled with the flesh and blood of countless villagers. However, he still looked like the image of a kind elder, smiling condescendingly:
"Zombies have souls but no souls, and ghosts have souls but no souls. The combination of the two can rectify the corpses and ghosts!
There is always more than one way to live forever. Those cultivators steal the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the old man steals the corpse energy and resentment of all people to create my road to immortality! "
"Fuck your mother's stinky pen! You are not a cultivator at all. You won't even be able to be a human being in the end!"
Lin Xiaolu gritted his teeth and roared loudly. At this moment, in order to pull the plug, veins popped up all over his body, and the energy to suck milk came out, but he still couldn't hold it, and his two short legs stepped deep on the ground. pit.
Amidst the screams of countless evil ghosts and living corpses, the old man looked at Lin Xiaolu who was struggling to hold on to the bolt and laughed loudly:
"I just want to live forever. Whether it's a human being, a ghost, or a corpse, as long as I don't die, I can do whatever I want!"
"Ahhhh! Why don't you do shit!"
Lin Xiaolu's little face turned red from suppressing it. He tried his best to pull on Shuanzi, who had lost his mind, and shouted loudly:
"Don't be afraid, Shuanzi! If you join the Conquering People with Virtue Gang, you will have a big brother to protect you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shuanzi, who had been screaming, suddenly stopped crying. He blinked his red eyes and looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was struggling to hold him.
"Brother Xiaolu, I miss my mother."
Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, and the hand that held the bolt unconsciously loosened.
"Lin Xiaolu, this child is already half human and half corpse. There is nothing we can do." Shangguan Shiliu's tone was full of helplessness.
She is relatively knowledgeable about cultivation, and knows that once this secret method has been prepared for a long time, once it is fully activated, it is destined to be unstoppable, at least with people like them, there is no way to save it.
When Shuanzi's father hid his mother, it means that Shuanzi's father also had a rebellious mentality, or he was more perseverant, but after all, he was just a mortal, and he should have been discovered by this old immortal in the end. Kill his wife in a controlled manner.
In a full period of time, the corpse poison in these villagers' bodies has reached their bone marrow, and their twisted thoughts are deeply rooted and cannot be stopped at all.
"Brother Xiaolu, let go. I want to hug my mother like I did when I was a child." Shuanzi showed a child's clean smile and smiled at Lin Xiaolu who tried his best to save him:
"Thank you, Brother Xiaolu, for playing with me by the river this afternoon and teaching me martial arts. I haven't been so happy for a long time."
Lin Xiaolu bit her lip and said nothing, her eyes were slightly red. In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer, and she watched the ten-year-old plug fly away from her hand and penetrated into the old man's body.
At this point, all the creatures in Zhoujia Village have completely turned into zombies and been absorbed by the old man.
More than a thousand fierce ghosts from the Nunyu River were also absorbed by it.
The old man's so-called opportunity prepared the corpse ghost spell for a long time, and it was a success!
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Under the pitch-black night, Shangguan Shiliu looked at the kind old man falling slowly from the sky. He rarely became serious and frowned:
"This old monster, overnight, turned from a low-level monk with only a little spiritual power to a being close to forming a pill!"
At this moment, the old man took a deep breath and dropped his crutches. His white hair quickly turned black, and his hunchbacked body stood upright. Within three breaths, he turned into a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance.
Then, he looked at the teenagers in front of him and showed a joyful smile:
"I finally became immortal. By chance and my own hard work, I finally achieved today's results.
God is really fair. If you work hard, you will be rewarded! "
After saying that, he looked at Wu Gu in front of him who was wearing pure white monk robes, and said with a smile:
"Little Master, you are a monk and have profound Buddhist teachings. Can you answer my question?"
Wugou had no expression on his face and silently clasped his hands together: "Old donor, please speak."
The old man's smile was sarcastic, and he opened his mouth and asked: "There are now more than a thousand evil ghosts who died unjustly in my body, and their resentment is skyrocketing.
There are also the essence, flesh and blood of hundreds of villagers in Zhoujia Village to nourish the body.
Young Master, as a monk, have you been able to survive the death of so many living beings? "
Wujiu thought for a while and shook his head:
"The young monk is limited by his age and cannot save the old benefactor at the moment."
When the old man heard this, the smile on his face suddenly became more proud.
"but……"
Wugou suddenly spoke again and said slowly:
"Although the young monk cannot save the old benefactor, others can."
"Oh? Who can save me?"
"Deer Donor."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man saw a young man jumping out from behind Wu Guan, holding a four-meter-long bronze giant blade, and slashing at him...
