Qiye finally added the most important sentence, and said slowly: "It can do everything that a human monk can do, make a person who has died think that he is still alive, and he has 'lived' for hundreds or even thousands of years, that person is yourself, Hongxiao, right, you have actually ...... He's dead. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

At the moment when he finished speaking, the weird blood mask that seemed to laugh but not laugh and cry peeled off from Hong Xiao's body.

It landed softly, making a crisp crash with the ground.

But no one's eyes fell on him, and everyone stepped back in unison, and then fixed their eyes on the corpse, which had been dead for a long time, almost completely decomposed.

That face has long been invisible.

In fact, basically that lump can no longer be called a corpse, it is already a mass that cannot be said what it is, and it is emitting an extremely foul smell.

Although the monks claim to be incorruptible and their bodies are vividly preserved, many powerful monks who have experienced thousands of eons of time are still the same as they were at the beginning, and even retain their physical strength, invulnerable, and invulnerable.

But you must know that Hong Xiao was a little monk in the Qi training period at the beginning, and he didn't know how many years it had been, so naturally the corpses were all corrupted.

Everyone covered their mouths and noses.

Hua Ying's eyes are quick, he is the one who can't stand this smell the most, while feeling the creepy hairs stand up, he quickly ignited a flame of spell burning, and ...... Burned to ashes.

Ning Qingqiu really couldn't hold back and retched.

How long has it been since he became a monk that he has not smelled like this?

You must know that monks can control their five senses, and what they can't breathe is what they can't breathe, and in the monk's world, except for a few foul-smelling poisonous flowers and plants, it is probably some wild beasts with poisonous gas and venom that will stink so much.

The others...... The monk absorbs the aura and refines his body, and the impurities on his body are very few, and these things are soaked in the aura of heaven and earth on weekdays, and basically there will be no unpleasant smell.

The air gradually cleared up, because someone put a miniature version of the storm spell, and soon swept away the smell and dispersed it clean.

"Seven Nights...... What the hell is going on?"

Ning Qingqiu didn't figure out the situation at all, and the middle-aged monk next to him was already frightened.

He always thought that Old Man Hong, that is, Hong Xiao, was such a weird and strange mask prepared by himself, just to deter other outsiders who wanted to enter the black market but did not go through the "regular channels" of the black market, but he didn't expect it......

The most terrifying thing is that after Qiye finished speaking, he didn't do anything, why did the old man Hong die like this?

He is a great master of the half-step Yuanying, otherwise it would be impossible for him to come to this place to guard.

Such a master died so silently?

Or did Hongxiao die early?

According to the meaning of the Seven Nights, the old man who talked to them for a long time in front of them was actually a dead man?!

The more Qingqiu thought about it, the more panicked she became.

It is not strange to say that monks manipulate corpses, on the contrary, it is very common.

It's like a place like Youzhou, a place where natural yin qi gathers, a good place to raise corpses, just like what kind of corpse chasing faction, Yin Soul faction or something basically gathers in that place.

There are also a lot of demon cultivators, such as the gang of dogs who have lost their conscience without life.

Their base camp is Youzhou.

Because there are monks in other states, it is natural that they will not welcome the lifeless path that everyone shouts at, and Youzhou ...... Hehe, most of them are ghosts, ghosts, and countless corpses.

All in all, there aren't many people alive.

So it was embraced by the bad guys.

The dark monks, they all love that place.

Those who refine corpses as weapons are all ghost cultivators and demon cultivators, and the corpses they refine are as stiff as copper walls, to be honest, they don't have any brains.

This is inherently the most precious and unique thing that human beings have as the primates of all things.

That's wisdom.

No matter how powerful the corpse is, but it is already an instrument, they have no joys, sorrows, emotions and six desires, they are like movable sculptures, how can they be like living people?

But Hongxiao is different, he can speak and laugh, has memories and various emotions, and all his words are logical......

In short, he shouldn't be a dead man!

Qiye was a little frightened when he saw each of them, especially Ning Qingqiu's face was a little pale, and he felt a little strange in his heart, these people hadn't heard of the phantom face of life and death, but it wouldn't be like this......

Ning Qingqiu patted his chest along the evil qi while urging him: "Hurry up!"

He had no choice but to say: "The phantom of life and death is an ancient relic, a treasure of heaven and earth. It is claimed to be able to grasp life and death, and turn illusion into reality. ”

"Actually, to put it bluntly, how can it be so powerful, this thing can only live on the body of a dead person, if the dead person has no more than a second, and then is inhabited by the phantom of life and death, at that time they are very unwilling to have a little obsession, their bodies, memories, emotions and everything will be recorded by the phantom of life and death. ”

"And then the dead man is 'alive', but in the end, he is still a dead man, as long as someone breaks the truth of his life and death, the illusion of life and death will also be broken, and the so-called resurrection is just an extraordinarily real illusion, at least I don't know my true situation at all, or the person has died a long time ago, and what is left behind is a corpse driven by the emotional combination of broken memory fragments, and it is not a human ...... at all."

"All in all, this thing is a chicken rib, and it is of no use to the living. ”

Qingqiu was shocked when she heard it, but she didn't care, and other people were stunned when they wanted to be like her.

I didn't expect that there would be such strange things in the world.

It's really a long time to see.

She blinked and said suddenly, "No wonder...... You even asked Hong Xiao just now if he really wanted to know the truth, you already knew that once he knew...... If you die, you will die again immediately. ”

Everyone also understood at this time.

The middle-aged monk was secretly frightened, he came from the Jewel Building, what had he never seen, what kind of cold historical knowledge magic weapon exercises did not know?

But I really haven't heard of this illusion of life and death.

A curiosity of its kind.

So he looked at the silver mask mixed with blood red on the ground, and his eyes burned a little.

He thought that if this thing was to be auctioned...... Breathe heavily.

Qiye let out a faint "um", and then his indifferent eyes swept over the middle-aged monk's face, and the man's heart tightened, and he quickly shifted his gaze.

Qingqiu looked at the thing with some hesitation and asked, "This thing...... What to do?"

This is chicken ribs, tasteless to eat, and it is a pity to discard them.

But it's also very useful.

It's useless now, but if someone important to you dies, it might cause people to go crazy.

In a sense, it's reborn. (To be continued.) )