It may be a bit difficult to say, but it is not difficult for anyone who has a deep understanding of the Death Worship Sect to understand - the appearance of these three people is not their original appearance, nor is it the result of illusion, under the protection of the corpse god, after proper rituals and prayers, each high-ranking monk of the Death Worship Sect has the ability to transfer the soul of his or her predecessor master to a corpse, theoretically any corpse can be, but in the teachings of the Death Worship Sect, the more decomposed the corpse, the more "evoked" it is The more they can prove the power of the corpse god, so contrary to the imagination of ignorant outsiders, the "reincarnation" object chosen by these high-ranking monks is not a newly dead person with a beautiful appearance and a strong physique, but a rotting corpse that has been destroyed by various means, or a freak who has been born deformed and cannot become an adult. They were convinced that only by choosing to possess such a corpse could they glorify the glory of the corpse god and win the favor of the corpse god, and that the monks who chose to be reincarnated on a healthy corpse would find themselves deprived of all the special abilities they had received from the corpse god and reduced to a pathetic mortal.

And once they possess these rotting corpses, who are born with major defects, and can continue to move freely by relying on the protection of the corpse god, in this case, no one dares to have any disrespectful thoughts about the teachings of the corpse god, because as long as the corpse god withdraws her favor, the souls of these monks will be trapped forever in the stenking flesh coffin - how can a traitor who turns his back on death enjoy the peace of death?

Therefore, the behavior of the monks of the Death Cult cannot be measured by ordinary human feelings and reason, they live and die to worship and worship their gods, and what they fear is not death, but eternal life. They adorn their temples and halls with blood, bones, and dying people, leaving thousands of miles of fertile wilderness uninhabited, their borders without outposts and walls, and they don't even have an army—there's no need for this, and thousands of warriors will naturally break through the ground at the command of the corpse god.

It was this desolation and depression that gave many people, including the Immortals, the illusion that the Death Worship Cult was just a garbage cult that the foolish people struggling to survive in the frontier wasteland used for spiritual sustenance when they were struggling to survive, and that it was no different from the foxes, fairies, and ghosts on their own borders. Looking down from the cloud boats that the immortals occasionally sailed by, there were only scattered thatched huts, small villages and huge and brilliant temples on the land of the ghost country, and they naturally thought that the ghost country was so perverse that it did not perish because its own parents did not go to seek it.

Oh, don't be as naïve as they are, thinking that the monks of the Death Cult will only hide in their houses and recite the scriptures! They are always thinking about how to get the blessing of the corpse god, and they come up with a plan that is beyond the imagination of ordinary people, because they do not care about human morality, nor morality or law, and the scriptures of the Death Worship religion make it clear: "When there are maggots crawling in the eyeballs, who will notice whether the eyes are black or yellow?"

Countries and towns that were neighbors of the ghost country had disappeared in an instant, and a passing merchant would be horrified to find that the village he had passed through had been deserted, and that the pot on the stove was full of food that had not yet rotted. Few people noticed these clues, and the borders of the ghost country gradually became as desolate as the ghost country itself as if it were infected with the plague, and finally it was thought to be a part of the ghost country in the first place, and the mysterious "plague" spread from these new territories to new neighbors.

A very small number of perceptive immortals noticed something unusual and issued warnings to others, but the monks of the Death Worship Sect spilled a large amount of money and other resources in time, so most of these warnings dissipated in the wind, and in recent years they have found that money is as good as among mortals in the immortal family, so the action has become more active, and this attack on Qingzhou City was carried out with the full support of the allies of the Xiao family.

Thinking of this, a sneer appeared on the young monk's face, the Xiao family on Qiyun Peak was afraid that they had never received such hard support from these so-called allies of his! All kinds of power and resources given to them by the Xiao family were all taken for granted by them, on the contrary, some stinky fish and rotten shrimp and empty promises thrown by the Death Worship Sect made them all fascinated, ah, not all of them were like this, Chang Zhi'an looked very vigilant just now, but it was a pity that a person with such a talent as him was not outstanding, and it was impossible to provide the family with more benefits than the promises of the Death Cult, how could he pull back the entire family that was blinded by interests and arrogance?

He walked seven steps to the north, and respectfully bowed to the throne, which was dedicated to a woman wearing a skull crown and stepping on a group of snakes, outsiders often mistook this statue for a corpse god, even a well-informed true immortal like Xiao Qianqiu was no exception, and people in the Death Worship Sect would never make such a low-level mistake, she was a "happy corpse" After her seven reincarnations, the corpse god descended on her just like the monks were reincarnated on the corpse, and then she became a part of the powerful corpse god, the seat of the corpse god, the real corpse god is as empty and formless as death.

The other monks also bowed to the throne of the god of corpses, and they all knew that the position of the god of corpses was elusive, unknown and recognizable, so the goal of the salute could only be its shrine, that is, the corpse, and then, they began to talk like prayers, everyone only spoke to the corpse, and under the effect of the spell, all of their voices sounded the same desolation, as if only the corpse was asking and answering in the empty room, and they were just kneeling silently.

"Qingzhou City has been bathed in blood, death is flowing in the streets and alleys, and tomorrow, it will be the same on Qiyun Peak. ”

"Qiyun Peak still has some power. ”

"Insignificant power. ”

"Don't be careless. ”

"The true immortals of the Xiao family didn't expect ......"

"Some of them are still trying to ...... with us"

"Tomorrow after tomorrow, this place will also be sacrificed to the god of corpses. ”

"It's meant to be. ”

Ujida could feel the excitement coming from the young monk's body, and suddenly a force completely different from the living touched her, making her eyes widen and she couldn't help but let out a sigh: "Gruul God?"

In the secret temporary hall of the Death Worship Cult that she was peeking into, eight white women's arms rose before her eyes!