MTL - Gou Cultivates Immortals In the Chaotic World of Demons and Martial Arts-Chapter 306 Infernal Grass (ask for a monthly ticket)

  Chapter 306 Infernal Corpse Grass (ask for a monthly ticket)

  The family land of the Situ family has long been ruined.

  Among the broken walls and ruins, there are vaguely ragged corpses with blue and black faces wandering unconsciously.

  Old Taoist Zeng looked solemn, exchanged glances with Zong and his wife, and sneaked in secretly.

   After a while.

"rise!"

  Old Taoist Zeng waved a pitch-black broken banner in his hand, emitting a large amount of mist, covering a refined corpse.

  The monk surnamed Zong immediately recited the magic formula and released the red fishing net magic weapon.

  This magic weapon covered the refining corpse, and there was a whiff of white smoke, as if it had restrained the refining corpse.

  His wife jumped out like lightning, and the dharma sword in her hand pierced through the jaw of the refining corpse, and it went straight into the brain.

   It seems that it is the way of mortal warriors, but with the monk's magic tools and talismans, the lethality should not be underestimated.

  The three of them cooperated seamlessly, and they seemed to have practiced many times. After killing this corpse, they immediately moved to the next building.

   "Brother Zong, look!"

  The woman suddenly pointed at one place, with a look of excitement on her face.

   Not far away, among the broken walls, there are actually a few plants of spirit grass swaying and growing. There are pale lines on the green grass leaves, and they seem to be absorbing the aura of the nearby corpses. It is very mysterious at first sight.

   It's just that beside the spirit grass, there are two refined corpses entrenched like guards.

   "The Netherweed?"

  The monk surnamed Zong was overjoyed, and said to Zeng Taoist: "Brother Zeng..."

   "Don't worry, the old man's mana has almost recovered."

  Old Taoist Zeng looked serious: "The old Taoist can lead one of them away first, and the remaining corpse will be handed over to the Xian couple."

   "Thank you Brother Zeng, we will definitely have a reward in the future!"

  Sanxiu, surnamed Zong, immediately replied after hearing the words.

   Not long after, Lao Dao flew forward, waving the black broken flag in his hand again and again, attracting a corpse.

   Seeing this, Sanxiu Zong surnamed also greeted his wife, each holding a magic weapon, and besieged the last corpse.

  The two cooperated tacitly, and in a blink of an eye, the female cultivator pierced through the air with a sword, flying the arm of the corpse.

"good!"

  The cultivator surnamed Zong was overjoyed, and took out a fireball talisman, which was about to completely end this corpse refining.

  Suddenly, behind him, a burst of black air struck, and the cultivator surnamed Zong was caught off guard, and the aura of body protection immediately collapsed, his face flushed, and he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

   "Brother Zong?"

  The female cultivator was in a hurry when she saw this, but faced a counterattack from the refining corpse. The corpse refining, which had lost the restraint of the fishing net magic weapon, became fierce, and rushed towards the female cultivator with teeth and claws.

   "I fight with you..."

  A flash of determination flashed in her eyes, and the body and sword merged into one, piercing the chest of the refining corpse like a rainbow piercing the sun.

   Poof!

  The female cultivator was also hit by the corpse-refining claw in the chest, several ribs were broken, and she fell to the ground, dying.

"what happened?"

  The monk surnamed Zong turned around with difficulty, and saw Taoist Zeng standing behind him with a smile: "It's you?!"

   "That's right...it's the old way."

   Taoist Zeng said with a smile: "Fellow Zong Daoist, why not hand over the talisman inherited from the ancestors... Maybe this Taoist can spare the life of your beloved daughter."

   "How do you know... I have the secret book of ancestral talismans?"

  The monk surnamed Zong immediately changed his face.

   This matter has always been a secret of his family, and has never been mentioned to outsiders.

   "Hehe... The old way has its own way, but the strength of your husband and wife is not bad, it is still difficult to plan..."

The old Taoist Zeng was very proud: "The old Taoist has been with you for many years on purpose, and finally waited for this flaw... To be honest, the fire poison on your daughter was secretly put down by the old Taoist, and the prescription of this 'Yin Corpse Grass' was also secreted by the old Taoist. It was revealed to you, otherwise, how would a mere wandering doctor know the secret recipe for expelling poison?"

   "You... you're thinking all the time, just for the inheritance of a talisman?"

  The monk surnamed Zong was full of disbelief, feeling that Taoist Zeng had become extremely strange.

   "If it is an ordinary talisman inheritance, it will naturally not be the case, but if it is a second-level inheritance? It may even be a middle-level or even a high-level second-level."

   Taoist Zeng chuckled, and stepped forward unhurriedly: "The old Taoist advises you to be sensible, otherwise you will be slowly eaten by living corpses, and the taste will be..."

  Boom boom!

   Just then, a burst of heavy footsteps came.

  Taoist Zeng turned around in astonishment, and saw the mist dissipate, and from the deepest part of the Situ family, came out a... strange man with horns?

   This monster is more than two meters tall, with flame-like lines on its body, expressionless face, but two thick horns growing on its head.

  There are scarlet patterns on the horns.

  As this strange person kept approaching, the surrounding ground began to tremble slightly, as if this person's body was as heavy as a mountain.

   And along the way, no matter whether it was refining corpses or other things, they were all randomly captured and photographed by this strange man, and they became fans!

   This scene made both old Taoist Zeng and the monk Zong surnamed pale slightly.

   "Impossible, how can there be a second-order flying zombie here?"

   Zeng Laodao punched a tactic into the broken banner in his hand, causing the banner to fly out, and strands of gray and black mist emerged, like chains, which were about to bind and restrain the 'invading' zombies.

   Then, he slapped the storage bag, and a thunderbolt was shot out mixed in the gray-black mist, which made the corner of the Zong surnamed monk's eyes twitch.

  Boom!

  The Yin Leizi exploded, and thunder and flames bounced on the strange man, and the powerful fluctuation of spiritual power set off a huge wave of air, which made Zong Xing casual cultivators squint their eyes.

   Immediately, he saw a huge figure walking out of the dust. His body was as clean as new, without even the slightest damage.

   "Impossible... This Yin Leizi doesn't even dare to take over the Foundation Establishment Overhaul... He can take it with his physical strength, unless it's... the corpse king?"

  Old Taoist Zeng's eyes seemed to pop out.

  The bullhorn snorted coldly and grabbed it with his big hand.

  A trace of black flames emerged out of thin air, and the streaks of mist dissipated instantly, and a cluster of flames burned on the small streamer, which instantly turned into ashes.

Zeng Laodao didn't have time to feel sorry for this high-grade magic weapon, and immediately knelt on the ground: "Master Corpse King, I am willing to attract more monks for your corpse slaves, and enshrine them with their blood and soul. Please also accept the old man slave…"

   After finishing speaking, he kowtowed and stopped moving.

   Obviously, this person also knows that in front of a third-order existence, it is useless to run away.

  Standing in front of the old Taoist, the monster with horns stopped and didn't make a move.

  Seeing this, a look of joy flashed across the old Taoist face.

  This is also a chance!

  If this corpse king favors him, he might be able to reward him with some treasures, and even transform him into a zombie body.

  The monk surnamed Zong hugged his wife, but his face was full of despair.

  This time he came to Heishuitan, he had already prepared for it, but he didn't expect to encounter such unimaginable things.

  He looked at the corpse king, and saw the bull-horned corpse king pressing his big hand on Zeng Laodao's head.

  Old Master Zeng's smile froze on his face, and turned into ashes in an instant.

  The Horned Corpse King continued to step forward, one in each hand, grabbed the monk surnamed Zong and his wife, and strode away.

  The surroundings were like a strong wind, and countless scenes retreated rapidly.

   When Sanxiu Zongxing came back to his senses, he found himself in a dilapidated hall.

  In the hall, there were actually two monks who looked very young but had unfathomable mana, sitting opposite each other.

  One of them was wearing a green robe, and he was constantly making magic formulas, and his magic power penetrated into the body of the handsome young man in front of him.

  In the void, inexplicably, strands of cold air emerged, and all of them were absorbed by the handsome young man, just like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

   "Okay, after this wave of Yin Qi, the Qi of the Yin veins here has almost been absorbed."

  Fang Xi murmured and stood up.

   "Zongxiu... meet senior!"

  Zongxiu saw the bullhorn man standing aside, like a guard, how could he not know that this terrifying corpse king was just his subordinate?

   Moreover, when he looked at this person, he felt a faint sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had seen his portrait somewhere, and then thought of the fact that there were not many alchemy monks in the Three Kingdoms, a vague guess emerged in his mind.

   "My little friend's surname is Zong?"

  Fang Xi smiled: "I don't know where the ancestors came from?"

   "My little ancestor came from Qingzhushanfang City, and later lived in Baize Fairy City... before Jiazi, he moved to Linghua Mountain in Yue Kingdom..."

   Zongxiu Surong replied.

   "Sure enough..."

  Fang Xi looked at the vaguely familiar face of the other party, sighed, and thought of Qingzhushanfang City, Zongfu Master, Lu Zhi, Chen Ping...

   "Who is this person? Your wife?"

  He glanced at the nun and asked casually.

   "That's right, please be merciful, senior, and save her."

   Zongxiu immediately knelt down and begged.

   "That's all..."

  Fang Xi waved his hand, and popped out a healing pill, which fell into Zongxiu's hands: "Take it, this pill is enough for healing."

   "Thank you, senior, thank you, senior!"

   Zong Xiu thanked him again and again, and fed the pill to his Taoist companion.

  This female cultivator was originally full of energy, but as soon as she swallowed the elixir, the bleeding began to stop, and her breathing became even, but she was still unconscious.

   "What happened to you, tell me."

  Fang Xi sat cross-legged and asked casually.

   "To my seniors, it's like this..."

   Zongxiu hurriedly poured beans into a bamboo tube, and explained the situation again.

   "In the world of cultivating immortals, killing people to seize treasures and conspiring to harm people are just normal. You still need to spend more time in the future..."

After Fang Xi heard this, she didn't comment, touched the storage ring again, and a jade slip appeared: "Who am I, you may have guessed in your heart... This jade slip not only contains Chen Ping's talisman inheritance, And the part I added later... I will give it to you."

  Chen Ping also asked Fang Xi to have the opportunity to pass on the talisman to Lu Zhi's descendants.

  His inheritance was also very helpful to Fang Xi. Fang Xi naturally reciprocated and added some content, which promoted the inheritance of this talisman from a quasi-third-level to a third-level inferior.

   "Thank you, senior, thank you, senior..."

  Zongxiu was overjoyed and kowtowed again and again.

   "It's just a request from an old friend... I will leave here later, and I don't want my whereabouts to be known..."

  Fang Xi meant something.

   "This junior swears by his inner demons that he must never reveal the whereabouts of his seniors, otherwise he will go mad and die!"

   Zongxiu hurriedly swore.

"good…"

  Fang Xi nodded.

  Actually, he no longer cares much about whether his whereabouts are exposed. Even before he is about to travel far, creating the illusion that he is still hidden in the Three Kingdoms is more likely to scare the enemy...

  (end of this chapter)