"What is this rustling sound?" More than one of the monks who guarded the Zhenying Cave where all the minors of the Xiao family were hiding all night asked this question. Their enemies used beams of light that would bring destruction. The "sun" magic weapon shone on Qiyun Peak all night. When the real sun rose, it seemed less conspicuous, but they did not relax because of the long guarding. After all, they were monks with good practices. Rather than ordinary mortals who get tired easily. They may have shortcomings in human nature of one kind or another, but monks with shortcomings are still monks, not mortals, nor are they the three-legged cats in Mengban who form gangs and fight. Their senses were much sharper than ordinary people's, and they soon discovered something different from the past.
The new report was quickly delivered to Xiao Zaili, and then passed to the three true immortals guarding Qiyun Peak through him. However, as soon as he arrived there, he found that he had run in vain again - Xiao Gong Bridge had been erected at night. Dozens of water mirrors temporarily replaced the original Mirror Lake. Naturally, the effect cannot be compared with the original Mirror Lake. Only a small area around Qiyun Peak and Feilong Lake can be seen, and even the majestic city walls of Qingzhou City cannot be observed. Is it still standing in the same place.
From the water mirror, the true immortals not only discovered the strangeness before the Xiao family monks, but also saw the source of the strangeness.
Feilong Lake, which received the water from Qiyun Peak's spiritual veins and was the lifeblood of millions of people in Qingzhou, has been completely polluted!
The reason why Feilong Lake is rumored to be Black Dragon Lake among mortals is because the clear lake water is covered by the huge Qiyun Peak and cannot see the sun. It is also dark at noon. However, now there are countless filth in the lake. An extremely poisonous zombie, a famous fairy spot in various countries, now looks like a dung bucket filled with wriggling maggots!
Just one day ago, the local tour guide pointed to the strings of water bubbles as clear as glass that floated from time to time on the lake, and told the tourists that these were the sleeping breathing of the immortal dragon hidden under the water, which made them wonder. A man leaned over from the boat to look at the illusory treasure guarded by the dragon. But now, the white eyeballs that fell off from the dead man's eyes have replaced the bubbles that were originally as clear as glass. They are floating in piles on the lake, next to them there are clusters of bubbles because of the The beard and hair that had fallen off their rotten skin, the fingers and toes that had been squeezed off during the march of the dead, all these filth were piled up on the water and carried by the wind, like a floating market of the god of death. When Xiao Zaili took a look at it, he wished he could rush to the side and vomit. Isn't this Death Worship Cult a human being? How can it do things that are even more vicious than the monsters they usually fight against?
Xiao Zaili was not an innocent young man who had just fledged. He thought that the world was a pleasant fairyland like Qiyun Peak. When he was young, he went on many expeditions for his family to defeat the man-eating demons in Qing, Yun and Hengzhou, whether they were pretending to be human flesh or not. The cauldron and the clothes made of human skin were all familiar to him, but this time, the Death Worship Cult killed him on an unprecedented scale and subdued him as soon as they met!
The water mirror moved slowly under Xiao Qianqiu's order, so they all saw that at this strange gathering point, in addition to the remains that fell off the corpse, there were also some other fragments: one that was still cherished on the head yesterday, Engraved with your lover's name, a hairpin that you don't want to take off before going to sleep, an ancestral bracelet whose glory has been worn away by time, a primary school student's writing board with the homework due tomorrow...
"They are all from Qingzhou City." Xiao Qianqiu said. When he heard this, Xiao Zaili screamed in surprise - with Xiao Zaili's status, the mortal things that could be sent to him were all imported products carefully selected from thousands of people. As a result, he had very little contact with the city's common handicrafts, and was far less familiar with it than Xiao Qianqiu, who often wandered around the city: "How dare...the Death Worship Cult..."
He did not say what he said next. The children of the True Immortal Xiao family have long been accustomed to the family's illustrious reputation. Under their noses, let alone giant thieves and demons, even the Immortal family that has a True Immortal will not do anything. Dare to act rashly, when would you have thought that someone could kill so many of their citizens in their territory at once? However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered that today was different from the past. He said nothing else to the other party. Even the Xiao family members were killed and the Yuexing Hall was destroyed. How many mortals were left? But even so, even if Xiao Zaili was not a monk who valued human life, the massacre by the Death Worship Cult still sent chills down his spine, even more than when Yue Xing Hall was destroyed.
In the past battles between the Immortal Family, both sides just used their best skills. Have you ever seen such unrelated people being slaughtered like pigs, sheep and ants? The Death Worship Cult has done this. Even if they win, what will be left in Qingzhou City? Feilong Lake, which is so polluted, will sooner or later pollute Qingzhou's main spiritual vein. By then...
"They are satisfied." Xiao Qianqiu said.
Xiao Zaili was still puzzled for a moment: "Don't you want anyone to worship the corpse god of the Death Cult? They slaughtered all the people in Qingzhou City, what will happen to his temple in the future? Who will build his temple, who will offer him incense, and who will put this temple to death?" Transport the treasures and resources here to their ghost country?"
"The corpse god who worships the death cult needs neither incense nor a temple." Xiao Qianqiu said: "The heaven and earth and the universe are its temples, the wind between the tombs is his prayer music, and the dead are his incense and servants. "
Everyone was silent for a moment. This was a record of the Corpse God in an ancient book. They all thought it was an exaggerated statement to praise the Corpse God. But now it seems that it is actually true - the people of Qingzhou City are not ordinary farmers in the fields. Most of them can support themselves with their hands. They are superb craftsmen. They can make wine and lacquer, and make exquisite and delicious delicacies and snacks from local products. They made jewelry into jewelry, inlaid them with corals and pearls brought by the waves, exchanged precious clothing materials with Yunwu, and then cut these materials into clothes and sold them overseas. Qingzhou city was full of contiguous buildings built with the money they earned. A comfortable residence, a god who can kill so many residents in one go and extort valuables. The sacrifices valued by other mountain gods and river demons should be insignificant in its eyes...
Its goal is probably very clear.
This was the reason why they fell into silence. However, the Death Cult did not want them to waste time in this silence. The sound of the horn sounded in the wind, as shrill as the howl of human beings, making the blood of every living person who heard it Zhongdu was immediately immersed in the cold air. This was the music of the Death Worship Cult offering praise to their corpse god, and it was also the signal that the terrifying attack was about to begin.
Hearing the sound of the horn, the dead people in the lake started to move again. Their actions were clumsy and unorganized. They simply gathered towards the center of the lake. When the center of the lake could no longer accommodate more dead people, they crawled to the other dead people's sides. A tall tower of corpses was gradually piled up on top of him, getting closer and closer to the bottom of Qiyun Peak.
Yes, although many people would think that the bottom of Qiyun Peak is connected to Feilong Lake, this is not the case. Covered by the torrential water mist, its bottom is suspended above the lake water, a non-flying one. It is impossible for a mortal to cross this obstacle when he is alive, but he can after he dies! Because at this time, he could not care about the mutilation of limbs and damage to internal organs, and could just focus on climbing up, or serve as a stepping stone for other corpses to climb up.
The monk of the Death Worship Cult took off the horn made of a mixture of human bones and old tomb soil from his lips, and sneered. The ignorant immortals who claimed to be immortals were about to see the power of the Corpse God, which was beyond the reach of any No living person can resist it!
"Damn it!" Xiao Gongqiao roared. He quickly activated a powerful rune, and the beautiful glazed pagodas at the lower part of Qiyun Peak lit up together. The blue-white electric light jumped and gathered at the top of the tower, and struck straight down. Arriving at the lake, the smell of burnt human flesh spread far across the lake.
The dead who climbed the highest either turned into ashes under the lightning, or were split into pieces by lightning and fell into the lake. The dirty blood in their bodies fell on the lake like an evil rain of blood, staining the water. It became an ominous red. Enhanced by the various enchantment weapons erected on Qiyun Peak over the years, Xiao Gongqiao's blow was enough to kill a thousand people, causing the remaining 100,000 people to collapse instantly because they were worried about their lives—— If they had any life left - the problem is, they just don't have it.
His blow might still have knocked a thousand dead men out of combat, but what does that count? The other dead people will not tremble in fear because of his blow, or think of the old mother, wife and children at home and be shocked by the preciousness of their lives. On the contrary, they continue to be driven by the corpse god priest to Qiyun. Climb on the peak.
The monks of the Death Worship Cult laughed heartily. Compared with the power of the Corpse God, what is a mere true immortal? He may be able to destroy one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand or even one million dead people, but in Qingzhou City alone, there are as many as four million dead people summoned by the great Corpse God to charge towards Qiyun Peak. ! If necessary, they will kill every living person in Qing, Yun, and Hengzhou and incorporate them into the Corpse God's army. Apart from logistics, the number of soldiers is the last thing the Corpse God priests need to consider. Problem.
"They still don't know what will happen to them in the end. It's really funny." said the female monk whose face was covered with pus and maggots crawling.
"Send the 'tree' in front of them so that they can see clearly. The eyes of these living people just don't work well." The male monk with long hands and legs and a belly like a drum said. The chief monk, who had the body of a child and the face of an old man, made no comment.
So the young monk below them blew the horn of the Corpse God again.
