The Mighty Cauldron: Extreme Alchemist! Chapter 1998: : Tushan’s Compassion

Hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers, that full of corpses exudes corpse energy, and the eyes are full of famous masters of the nine countries and seven seas, most of which are strong in kendo. E Novel WwんW. ┡1XIAOSHUO. ＣＯＭ

The mutation of Jiankui Criticism has caused many masters of the Nine Kingdoms and Seven Seas who participated in the Jiankui Criticism to be killed here, including figures like Emperor Tang, who have become one of the many corpses here.

It is a sigh that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was admired by all parties in the nine countries. Even the Qitian Demon Saint regarded him as a rare friend in his life. No one thought he would die like this. No one died in this area. There is not even a person to collect the dead body for the land of interest.

I don’t know when the umbrella man appeared here, standing on a broken cliff, looking at the scattered corpses under the cliff, without joy or sorrow, no expression on his face. .

Suddenly, among the mountain of corpses, a small thing got out of it. The eyes of the man who held the umbrella changed, watching the thing that got out of the corpse.

"Ah~~ With this charming fragrance, my uncle can finally have a good meal." Among the corpses, the thing that looked like a big carrot made a slightly hoarse voice, an intoxicated expression, hands and feet Still moving there.

If Fang Lin saw this scene here, he would definitely recognize this thing, it turned out to be a thousand-year corpse.

At this moment, Thousand-year corpse ginseng is sitting among countless corpses, busy absorbing the corpse gas here, sucking it into a feast, completely intoxicated, there is no pair of eyes looking at it at all.

The dense corpse qi that permeated here continued to converge toward the Millennium Corpse Ginseng, like a whirlpool, crazily poured into the Millennium Corpse Ginseng.

And the seemingly big body of this thousand-year corpse ginseng is like a bottomless pit. No matter how large and dense the corpse is, the thousand-year corpse ginseng can be absorbed easily without any effort, on the contrary, it looks comfortable.

"My uncle hasn't been so happy for a long time. Since I have been with Fang Lin, the days have been worse than every day. I am still wise, hiding here for so long, and finally I can enjoy it with peace of mind." The corpse was muttering in his mouth, squinting his eyes, shaking his head and shaking his head, it was a leisurely contentment.

"Hey, I don’t know when the kid will come back, where he is, and there is no news at all. This made my uncle worried for several days, but the kid’s life is very hard, just like the bug in the pit. , Even this uncle has such a terrifying opportunity to bow down to the wind. It is estimated that nothing will happen to this kid."

"This world is really messy, but it has nothing to do with this uncle. No matter how messy it is, it won't fall on this uncle's head. What should I do? The big deal is to escape directly into the endless cave, anyway. It's so angry."

Thousand-year corpse can say left and right, sighing from time to time, but the process of absorbing corpse energy is not affected at all.

For a long time, the thousand-year-old corpse ginseng seemed to be almost absorbed, touching his stomach and lying down on an unknown corpse, humming an untuned tune.

The umbrella man looked at it silently, with a somewhat dazed expression on his face, as if he had seen it too much.

In a daze, the umbrella man let out a long sigh, and the expression on his face couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

"Tushan, is this your compassion for all beings on the earth?" The umbrella man looked up at the sky, saying that the black umbrella couldn't help but grasp it tightly.

I glanced at the Thousand-Year Corpse Ginseng again, and the umbrella holder turned and disappeared with a smile on his face.

"Huh? Someone seemed to be peeping at this uncle just now?" Thousand-year corpse ginseng suddenly seemed to feel something. He stood up and looked at the cliff where the umbrella man was just now, muttering in his mouth.

However, without seeing a single figure, Thousand-year Corpse Ginseng did not care, and continued to lie here enjoying the corpse gas feast that belongs to it.

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In a deep and humid mountain stream, lies a dead body with a peaceful face and a silver head.

The umbrella man came here and walked slowly to the corpse of the silver man. Looking at the serene color on his face, the umbrella man felt a little bit sorrowful in his heart and sighed slightly.

"The demon saint who was so beautiful before his death, but died so bleak, the corpses are all in this dark place, and few people will remember you." The umbrella man murmured, wondering if it was for that. Listening to the old man's body, he was still talking to himself.

The old man silver is Jing Zhulong. He was killed by the black guard, and the corpse fell here. No one knows. Only the umbrella man found this place and found Jing Zhulong's body.

The umbrella supporter originally had a glimmer of hope. He felt that Jing Zhulong might still have a chance to save himself. After all, Jing Zhulong had been severely injured by the Shouhei, and he was suppressed for so many years without dying. Maybe this time he could also Luckily survived.

But when the umbrella man saw Jing Zhulong's corpse, he knew that he was powerless to return to heaven. Jing Zhulong was completely dead, and there was no vitality left, and his soul had long since disappeared between heaven and earth.

Even if he is the incarnation of the ancient spirit, he has part of the power of the ancient spirit, but he can't save a dead person.

The man with the umbrella squatted down, thinking about taking away Jing Zhulong’s body. Although the man is dead, he can’t just put it here. After all, he was once a demon saint and was also exhausted for the sake of all beings in the world. Died in battle.

Just as the umbrella man wanted to put away Jing Zhulong's body, he saw a red glow enveloping Jing Zhulong's body, making the umbrella man unable to touch his body.

The person holding the umbrella was taken aback for a moment, and then he smiled bitterly, even more sad.

"Your brother is dead." The umbrella man said, in a very gentle tone~IndoMTL.com~ The red mang turned into a girl in red, staring hostilely at the umbrella man, even more awe-inspiring The sword aura spread, and it seemed that as long as the umbrella supporter dared to approach Jing Zhulong's corpse, this sword aura would fall on the umbrella supporter.

The umbrella supporter had no choice but to report a wry smile. The girl in red is the soul of Jing Zhulong’s younger sister, Jing Qinghong, who died in the early years. She had been stored in the Qinghong sword before, but with Jing Zhu After the dragon's body died, Jing Qinghong's soul also escaped from the Qinghong Sword, staying on Jing Zhulong's corpse forever, still reluctant to leave, even if her soul would disappear completely one day.

Perhaps for Jing Zhulong, death is a relief, but for Jing Qinghong’s soul, Jing Zhulong regards her as her only support in the world. Jing Zhulong died, Jing Qinghong did not want to become A lonely wild ghost, only willing to guard the body of Jing Zhulong for a limited time, and then slowly dissipate.

The umbrella man looked at the red-clothed girl's stubborn expression, and knew that it was useless to say anything, so he nodded and turned away.

But before leaving, he also left a force here so that Jing Zhulong's body would not be disturbed in any way.

(End of this chapter)