Zhao Ge: 136. Collecting bones Xiangtan
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They have arrived not far from Xiangtan Lake. The black humus-like land is the shore of Xiangtan Lake.
The corpse was half buried in the black mulch. It should be from the nine-xuanmen in the vaguely recognizable style, but after a long time it has been difficult to identify which line of clothing it is.
Seeing the corpse, He Qingchuan stopped abruptly. He stood on the spot like a statue, staring at the corpse in a daze, with a look of fear and tension on his face.
Jun Wanbai and Li Xin looked at each other and saw the doubt in each other's eyes.
He Qingchuan is Hezhou's father and Xuanlifeng's peak master. Jun Wanbai and others are no strangers to him. But, just like Hezhou always looks like everyone owes him 800,000 yuan, this elder Xuan Lifeng is not a good person. He Qingchuan's character is like the weapon he uses, the heavy knife.
It's a big deal, violent and not easy to provoke.
This was the first time they saw that the face of this heavy knife-like elder showed this expression that could almost be described as "faint".
The mysterious elder in the cloak stopped.
He Qingchuan stepped forward, kneeling on the ground, as if he had forgotten that he was a cultivator with magical powers, digging up the mulch around the corpse with his own hands like a mortal. The three of Jun Wanbai looked at each other and wanted to step forward to help. The elder shook his head slightly to stop them.
One scratch, two scratches...
The body was dug out by He Qingchuan himself. The Yin and Yang here are reversed, and the five elements are in disorder. Although the clothes on the corpse are decayed, the corpse itself is not completely decayed. He Qingchuan half-kneeled in front of the corpse, and he recognized the identity of the corpse.
"Jiang Ge."
He suddenly let go of his hanging heart, but he couldn't breathe a sigh of relief.
Jiang Ge, the disciple of Genmai, one of the disciples who participated in that mission. At the beginning of the sect, his relationship with He Qingchuan was not good, and they fought twice in three days, but now he was cross-legged with his long sword on his knees, and died here. The guy who was so annoying at the beginning is now half buried in rotten black soil.
"Don't you **** shout that you want to crush Xuan Lifeng?"
He Qingchuan seemed to be laughing, but the smile was ugly.
"What a good guy to meditate here like a waste! Get up, waste!"
He swears, just like Ye Yi was still in the Jiuxuan, and they were still teenagers.
Provocative, fighting, and wishing to slash each other.
But Jiang Ge can no longer fight with him.
Jiang Ge is here quietly cross-legged, with lines looming beneath him. With his body as an eye, his fate will not be much better than Zhou Wen'an, who drew spiritual consciousness and burned the sea of knowledge in the Tower of Prison Desolate.
He Qingchuan cursed, half kneeling before Jiang Ge's body.
He Qingchuan couldn't take away Jiang Ge's body like Liao Gan. Because the formation pattern under Jiang Ge's body has already explained, he regards himself as the formation eye, and has integrated with the formation method that Guan Zhiyu and the others laid here. Once the body is moved, the formation will be destroyed.
In other words, Jiang Ge couldn't even get a thin coffin.
Jun Wanbai and the three people stood behind He Qingchuan, watching the usually majestic and violent elder kneeling in front of the unknown corpse, pale. They vaguely understood something, so they also slowly and solemnly bowed to the corpse respectfully.
"Just your three-legged cat's kung fu, you still want to crush Xuan Lifeng, and you will practice it for a hundred or eighty years in the next life. Let's talk about it. You broke my nose before, so don't even think about having a coffin. Here you are. It's almost enough to get an earthen grave."
He Qingchuan had a cold face, looking fierce.
Jiang Ge's corpse cannot be moved. He Qingchuan piled up a mound tomb for him on the spot, wielding a robe and took out a piece of fine golden nanmu that was supposed to be used for refining tools, and cut it into one piece. Tombstone, engraved with a line of words:
The tomb of Jiang Ge, a disciple of Genmai from Jiuxuanmen.
Jin Nan's tombstone stood in front of the simple mound, He Qingchuan, like the person who had just lost his mind, was not him, and went straight on.
Jun Wanbai, Li Xin, and Chu Zhiyuan, as disciples, He Qingchuan is notoriously bad-tempered, so no one dared to say a word.
It's just that when they walked through the mound, they all slowed down a bit, as if they were afraid of being disturbed.
The land is safe.
Jiang Ge died here, still using his body as a front line, indicating that they have entered the place where the Jiuxuan disciples sacrificed, and they are not far from Jinglingtai. In fact, it was the same. The Xiangtan Lake was not far in front of the place where Jiang Ge died. As everyone approached, the black ghost world disappeared, revealing the black lake surface.
The water of Xiangtan Lake has become a kind of black with a touch of stickiness.
There seemed to be something vaguely in the bottom of the lake. Some black algae-like things floated on the nearby water. But as they approached, the karmic fire approached the surface of the water, and the black algae-like things suddenly sank. This made people see clearly that the black things were not algae at all, but strands of water floating on it. Hair on the water.
Jun Wanbai's complexion changed slightly.
Only in the black viscous lake water, under the lake surface, one by one corpses stood upright, just like the fish that floated upstream in the water layer close to the air before it rained. Large patches of black algae on the lake are the hairs of corpses in the water. As the karma fire approached, the corpse sank down in shock, and the pale corpse's skin was especially seeping in the black water.
At this time, everyone vaguely understood where the residents in the main city of Guanghan County had gone.
The 170,000 residents of Bingzhou were buried in the forest of wild beast bones, while the residents of Guanghan County should have been filled in the Xiangtan Lake, which covers an area of 10,000 hectares.
Just the will of the ancient emperor spreading through Jinglingtai will cause such a horrible situation of **** on earth.
No wonder the eighteenth of the ancient clan insisted on slaying the ancient emperors one by one for tens of thousands of years.
The black misty ghost world is shrouded in Xiangtan Lake. They can't see what is on the opposite side of the lake. There are strange dead bodies in the lake. The resentment is just like substance, and it is impossible to locate the direction of Jingling Platform when disturbing the space.
With the leadership of He Qingchuan and the mysterious elder, it's not time for Jun Wanbai and the disciples to worry about it.
The mysterious elder walked to the lake and directly reached into the black water full of corpses. With his hand as the center, the karma fire suddenly spread on the water. In the eyes of Jun Wanbai and others, the crimson flames "whoop" straight out, and a long dragon generally covers the surface of Xiangtan Lake.
Forcibly, a long bridge made of flames was opened in the black fog.
The black fog on the left and right sides of the long bridge will automatically spread out for a certain distance. You can vaguely see a tall tower at the end of the long bridge.
Karmahuo opened up a "floating bridge" on the lake, but the mysterious elder did not stand up directly, but still placed his hands on the lake, as if groping for something.
The next moment, everyone could only hear the clattering sound of iron cables.
A mysterious iron chain was pulled out of the water by him. It is strange to say that after he pulled out the iron cable, it automatically floated on the water surface, just in the middle of the long bridge of fire and fire, like an axis of symmetry.
"Nine elders, is this the formation that Zhiyu and the others laid before?"
He Qingchuan spoke, looking at some lines on the chain.
Elder Nine nodded, stood up, and stepped on the iron rope first: "walk the iron rope."
Neither He Qingchuan nor the mysterious Nine Elders had any meaning to explain. Although Jun Wanbai and others had doubts in their hearts, they could only keep up. A group of people stepped on the chain and walked towards the other side of the lake.
When stepping on the iron cable and walking into Xiangtan Lake, the three of Jun Wanbai felt the weirdness.
The obscure, disturbing atmosphere is getting more and more, and the black mist around and the black water under my feet are full of startling resentment and malice. After walking into Xiangtan Lake, they heard Ruoyouruowu's whispering, both like an erratic ghost in sorrow, and like a dead man laughing...In short, the voice is full of no secrets. Malicious.
It makes people feel uncomfortable.
But it may be because the bridge of karmic fire opened by the Nine Elders is powerful, so they walked all the way until they stepped on the opposite bank of the lake and stood in front of the Jingling Platform. There was no movement of the countless floating corpses in the water. .
Smoke waves on the Crane Mijiang River, the Secular Penglai Jingling Platform.
The beauty of the world at the time is no longer there. What shows them is a tall tower full of black and unknown aura, which has been rumored to be an altar of souls.
But in the final analysis, Jinglingtai was indeed built as the Qingming Pagoda at the beginning, and its shape is the same as that of the Qingming Pagoda. In the eyes of Jun Wanbai and others, it is extremely familiar.
But when they were standing in front of the Jingling Platform, no one took a step forward.
Because there are several figures in the open space in front of the Jingling Platform.
The open space in front of Jingling Platform is covered with stone bricks, so the figures are not half buried in the soil like Jiang Ge. Those were still a few corpses, dressed in the Taoist costumes of the Jiu Xuanmen, centered on a person, forming a circular formation. This should be the core of the blockade formation under Guan Zhiyu.
Like the Jiang Ge we saw before, these people also take themselves as the front line.
Step by step, He Qingchuan walked stiffly towards the figures sitting cross-legged.
At the center of the formation is a thin woman.
The space around Jingling Terrace is a bit weird. The clothes on those corpses show no signs of corruption, and the corpses are no different from the living. But they are all immortal cultivators, and they know that these people are dead long ago.
He Qingchuan passed through the formation and slowly sat down at the core of the formation.
Jun Wanbai turned his head to look at Li Banmad, Li Banmad opened his mouth at her, and said softly: "Uncle Guan."
In front of the Jingling Platform, the original Jiuxuan disciples sat cross-legged. They are all dead, but the expressions on everyone's faces are very calm.
He Qingchuan looked at the face of the familiar woman.
"You haven't changed."
He Qingchuan spoke, his voice was so dumb that he could barely breathe.
There were no tears, no sorrows, and he talked to Guan Zhiyu as if nothing had happened.