The place where the point of light disappeared was not very far, and with the speed of Cheng Yang and Lin Zhengquan, it would take less than a quarter of an hour to arrive.

A huge fissure in the ground stretched out in front of them, blocking the two of them from walking.

The edges of the ground fissure are scattered with broken bricks and tiles, and in the spiritual realm, you can still see the torn houses on both sides of the ground fissure, and the walls are corroded to the point that they are covered with dense wormholes.

Lin Zhengquan squatted down to draw a formation, but in a few breaths, the two were teleported to the opposite side, and when the two teleported over, a group of curious dark beasts gushed out of the place, circled around the light array, and then strangely turned into a puddle of sewage that melted into the darkness and disappeared.

Cheng Yang glanced back consciously, because the time limit of the light array had arrived, and he didn't seem to find anything.

This side of the fissure seems to have been a mountain village, and those stone tools that are not easy to be eroded are scattered everywhere, and the bones of animals raised by humans do not seem to have the value of being sucked by those "things", and they are actually preserved as intact and harder than human bones.

"This is probably the first village to be attacked. Cheng Yang threw away the bones in his hand, and the bones fell to the ground, and with a slight crushing sound, they turned into powder.

Lin Zhengquan groped not far from Cheng Yang, and he stepped on a dirt bag that looked like a tomb, and the coffin board collapsed because it couldn't bear the weight of the trampling.

Lying inside was a pair of men and women embracing each other and sleeping forever, their skin and flesh were dehydrated and shriveled, with a little blackening traces, and the whole was very well preserved, wearing clothes woven by ice silk that were very inconsistent with this village.

Compared to their expensive ice silk, this coffin was too shabby to be worthy of them.

"Huh. Lin Zhengquan beckoned to Cheng Yang, "My lord came over to take a look." ”

Cheng Yang walked over when he heard the sound, half-squatted down, and the spiritual energy swept over them, the remains of ordinary mountain people, without the slightest spiritual root qualification, were the only two or most complete corpses they had seen since they stepped into this land.

It is also two of the most decent.

"It's been eight years since he died, and it's ......" Cheng Yang's true fire bead ring swept around, judging from the traces, the place where he was buried should have been a room in a dwelling, and it turned out to be a tomb that sleeps forever.

"There's more!" Lin Zhengquan was like a spirit beast with a keen sense of smell, and found a few more places, trying to be careful not to let the mound of dirt above fall into the simple coffin.

The same time of death, the same intact bones, and the same location distribution as the first place found, like a house in a village.

I don't know why, those "things" didn't devour these bodies buried in the mound.

"Don't those 'things' like to eat the dead?"

Cheng Yang shook his head, he couldn't figure it out either. He has always disliked learning about corpses and necromancy, and he only knows about it. Jiang Yuanzu is the ancestor of playing necromancers and zombies, and there are a lot of such materials and spells in the Immortal City, but neither the two kings of the process do not like these dark academics.

The Tibetan Autumn Palace is a miracle refined by Jiang Yuanzu, and there is a Sumeru Realm, which contains a massive collection of materials and books no less than that of the Immortal City; Ah Xi has a lot of interest in these, and completely treats them as reading materials outside of schoolwork, and happily copies a lot of materials to study the undead.

Ah Xi......

Cheng Yang suppressed the strong pain in his heart and settled down, now is not the time to think about this.

Cheng Yang carefully flipped their chests, and they were burned out of faint traces of the five elements.

The corpses were disposed of with special techniques.

Cheng Yang remembered some records he had read, when the ancestor first came and the Dao was not yet unified, the entire Kunlun realm had always been tricky, full of ignorance and primitive bloody feeling. It seems that in southern Xinjiang, there are some villages where witches and philosophers jointly established necromantic altars, which are specially used for research, raising dead corpses, and inventing some techniques that were considered taboo by later monks.

The spirit that was drawn out established a blood contract with them, and as the spirit of the contract spirit was subject to the contract master, the battle would exert several times more powerful abilities than before death, but because it was too inhumane, it was later banned by the Dao Alliance. Those witches are hiding and hiding, scattered in southern Xinjiang, incognito, and their traces are difficult to find, although their descendants can also shepherd spirits, but they can no longer exert the ability of their predecessors and raise high-power contract spirits.

These have been legends for thousands of years.

In the codex left by Shen Yuanzu, it was recorded that she had visited these contract systems that were very different from those of the Dharma monks, and some were similar to spirit animal contracts. However, the deed owner can only manipulate the spirit body, and the advancement of the spirit body cannot add to the life essence of the contract owner in the slightest; although the contract owner has the ability of the five elements, he cannot absorb the spiritual power, and the clean aura is like poison to them, absorbing too much explosive body and dying.

The descendants of Wu Zhe have not completely disappeared, and there are still traces of their activities in some primitive villages on the border, far away from the places full of spiritual energy. Later, when the Great Array was activated...... Shen Yuanzu set up several steles for them, as a seal and as a protection.

Some of the stele realms are too brilliant, and they are stolen and dug up by monks who like to collect the handwriting of the ancestors, and the enchantment will naturally disintegrate;

Even, few people remember the brilliant era when the Wuzhe civilization was once in this land.

He also found these ancient books and asked him because Ah Xi was not doing his job, so he roughly scanned them and remembered one or two.

And there is a topographic map, although it is the terrain of ancient times, I vaguely remember that it is next to the moonlight array, conspicuous and secret, I don't know if the stone tablet has moved slightly with the terrain with the changes of the times.

When he saw the sketch of the stone tablet, he thought that it was painted by the ancestor at will, so he perfunctorily told Ah Xi that it was meaningless, after all, there were many meaningless graffiti left by the ancestor in the fairy city, or the waste picture of the original construction of the great array.

Ah Xi felt that those characters were full of magical primordial power, so he wrote and drew accordingly, resulting in a period of time when his handwriting seemed clumsy and auraless, and he almost lost his style.

He later confiscated the talisman papers, and Ah Xi was so angry that he lost his temper with him for a day.

"Lin Daoyou, help me guard it. Cheng Yang remembered that there was a copy of Ah Xi that he threw into at random in the realm. Lin Zhengquan didn't know why, but when he finally saw Cheng Yang cheering up, he swept away the previous depression, and couldn't help but be in good spirits, put down his treasure digging fun, and stayed next to Cheng Yang.

Cheng Yang entered the realm, and his mind moved, searching for the waste rune paper written by Ah Xi, only to find that it was actually piled up like a hill.

He was stunned for a moment, remembering that Ah Xi had complained to people everywhere about the heavy schoolwork, he was a little disapproving, since he only refined the rune path, he had to put in more effort than ordinary people in order to establish his own avenue in the road that almost formed a standard rune path, those who were annihilated in the power of time were not amazing people of the times, but they were never able to leave traces of light and dust, because they were always in the shadow of the ancestor of the mountain, and they never walked out.

It turned out that in just a few years, Ah Xi's wasted materials were as big as a small mountain, and these "waste talismans" that seemed worthless in his eyes were placed outside, and I am afraid that they were also cultivated to the top level.

However, it is only the top level of imitation.

That's not what he wants Ah Xi to understand, it's just that there will be no chance in the future, Ah Xi...... What do you think before you die?

He pressed down his chaotic thoughts, concentrated on finding it, quickly flipped it to get the talisman seal, the manuscript paper was classified, and a very well-written manuscript flew aside, and was suddenly dragged by Cheng Yang in his hand.

His eyes lit up—

Got it!