"What kind of voice is this?" More than one of the monks who guarded the night in front of the Zhenying Cave, where all the minors of the Xiao family had hidden, asked such a question, their enemy had illuminated Qiyun Peak all night with a "sun" magic weapon that would bring a destructive pillar of light, and when the real sun rose, it was not so conspicuous, but they had not relaxed because of the long guard, they were really monks with Taoism and not ordinary mortals who were easily tired. They may have one or another flaw in their human nature, but a monk with flaws is still a monk, not a mortal, and not a three-legged cat who fights in a gang with a monban. Their senses are much sharper than those of ordinary people, and they soon notice something different from what they used to be.

The new report was quickly passed to Xiao Zaili, and then passed it to the three true immortals guarding Qiyun Peak through him, but as soon as he got there, he found that he had run in vain again - Xiao Gongqiao had set up dozens of water mirrors at night to temporarily replace the original Mirror Lake, and the effect naturally could not be compared with the original Mirror Lake, and he could only see a small area around Qiyun Peak Feilong Lake, and he couldn't even observe whether the majestic city walls of Qingzhou City were still standing in place.

From the water mirror, the true immortals not only discovered the abnormality one step ahead of the Xiao family monks, but also saw the source of the abnormality.

Inheriting the water of the spiritual veins of Qiyun Peak, Feilong Lake, which was originally the foundation for the survival of tens of millions of people in Qingzhou, has been completely polluted!

The reason why Feilong Lake is falsely rumored to be Black Dragon Lake among mortals is because the clear lake water is covered by the huge Qiyun Peak, and it does not see the daylight, and it looks black and dark at noon, but now this lake is full of countless poisonous zombies, a famous immortal scenic spot in various countries, and at this moment it is like a dung bucket full of wriggling maggots!

Just a day ago, the local guide pointed to the strings of clear and glass-like blisters floating on the surface of the lake from time to time, and told the outsiders that this was the breath of the immortal true dragon hidden under the water when it was sleeping, which made them lean over from the boat one by one to see the treasure of the ethereal dragon guard, and now, the white eyeballs that fell out of the eyes of the dead replaced the original clear and clear glass blisters, and floated on the surface of the lake in piles, next to the clumps of hair that had fallen because the blisters had shed their rotten skin, and the fingers that had been squeezed off when the dead were marching, toes, these many filths are piled up on the water, sent by the wind in one place, like a water bazaar of death, so that Xiao Zaili can take a glimpse of it, and he can't wait to rush to the side to vomit enough, isn't this Death Worship Sect also a human being, how to do it, more vicious than the demons they are used to crusading against?

Xiao Zaili is not a fledgling innocent teenager, thinking that the world is a pleasant fairyland like Qiyun Peak, when he was young, he also went out for his family many times to defeat the demons who eat people all over the three states of Qing, Yun and Hengzhou, whether it is a cauldron containing human flesh or clothes sewn from human skin, he is no stranger to him, but this time, the Death Worship Sect killed him on an unprecedented scale, and he was stopped as soon as he saw it!

The water mirror moved slowly under Xiao Qianqiu's order, so they all saw that at this strange gathering point, in addition to the remains that fell off the corpse, there were some other fragments: a hairpin that was still cherished on the head yesterday, engraved with the name of his lover, and unwilling to be untied when he fell asleep, an ancestral bracelet that had been worn away by the years, and a writing board engraved with the homework of elementary school students to be handed in tomorrow......

"It's all in Qingzhou City. Xiao Qianqiu said, hearing this, Xiao Zaili exclaimed - with Xiao Zaili's status, the mortal things that could be sent to him were all selected foreign goods, but he had very little contact with the ordinary handicrafts in the city, and was far less familiar with Xiao Qianqiu, who often mixed in the market: "All ...... How dare the Death Cult ......"

He didn't say the following words, the children of the True Immortal Xiao family have long been accustomed to the prestige of the family, under their noses, not to mention any giant thieves and demons, even if there is a true immortal immortal family in the idle world, they don't dare to act rashly, when would they think that someone could actually kill so many of their people in their territory at one time? However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he remembered that today was not the same as before, and the other party said something else, even the people of the Xiao family were killed, and the Yuexing Hall was destroyed, how many mortals were left? But even so, even if Xiao Zaili was not a monk who valued the lives of mortals, the slaughter of the Death Worship Sect still caused a chill to run down his spine, even more than when the Yuexing Hall was destroyed.

In the past battle of the Immortal Family, the two sides just did their best, how could they have ever seen such a slaughter of unrelated people like pigs, sheep and ants? If the Death Worship Sect did this, even if it wins, what will be left in Qingzhou City? The Feilong Lake, which has been so badly polluted, will sooner or later pollute the spiritual veins of the Qingzhou Lord, and by that time......

And they were satisfied. Xiao Qianqiu said.

Xiao Zaili was still puzzled for a while: "Worship the corpse god of the Death Sect, don't you want people to worship them? They slaughtered the people of Qingzhou City, what will happen to his temple in the future? Who will build a temple for him, who will give him incense, and who will transport the treasures and resources here to their ghost country?"

"The corpse god of the Death Cult does not need incense, and I am afraid there is no need for a temple. Xiao Qianqiu said: "Heaven and earth and the universe are its temples, the wind between the graves is his prayer music, and the dead are his incense and servants." ”

Everyone was silent for a while, this is the record of the corpse god in the ancient books, they originally thought it was an exaggeration to praise the corpse god, but now it seems that it is actually true - the people of Qingzhou City are not ordinary farmers in the field, most of them can support themselves with their hands, they are superb craftsmen, they can make wine, Make lacquer, make local products into exquisite and delicious delicacies and snacks, make jewelry from the gold and silver sold from Danxia, inlay with coral and pearls from the waves, exchange precious clothes with Yunwu, and then cut these clothes into clothes and sell them overseas, Qingzhou City is full of comfortable houses built with the money they earned, a god who can kill so many residents who can extort valuable goods in one go, and the sacrifices that other mountain gods and river demons value should not be worth mentioning in its opinion......

Its goal is probably very clear.

This was the reason why they fell silent, but the Death Cult did not want them to waste time in this silence, and the sound of a horn in the wind was as terrible as the howl of a human being, which immediately soaked the blood of everyone who heard it, the music of the Death Cult to praise their corpse god, and the call for the imminent beginning of a terrifying attack.

Hearing the sound of the trumpet, the dead people in the lake moved again, their movements clumsy and disorganized, they simply gathered towards the center of the lake, and when there was no more dead people in the middle of the lake, they climbed on top of the other dead people, and gradually piled up a tower of corpses, and got closer and closer to the bottom of Qiyun Peak.

Yes, although many people will think that the bottom of Qiyun Peak is connected to the Flying Dragon Lake, but in fact it is not, under the cover of the turbulent mist, its bottom is suspended above the lake, and it is impossible for a flightless mortal to cross this obstacle while he is alive, but he can!

The Death Cult monk removed the horn from his lips and let out a sneer, the ignorant true immortals who claimed to be immortal were about to see the power of the corpse god, which no living person could resist!

"Damn!" Xiao Gongqiao roared, he quickly activated a powerful rune, and the beautiful glazed pagodas in the lower part of Qiyun Peak lit up together, and the blue-white electric light jumped and converged at the top of the tower, slashing straight down to the surface of the lake, and immediately, the burnt smell of human flesh spread far away on the surface of the lake.

The dead, who had climbed the highest, were either reduced to ashes by the thunder or were broken into pieces by the lightning and fell into the lake, and the blood in their bodies fell on the lake like a rain of filthy blood, staining the lake an ominous red. Under the reinforcement of the enchantment magic weapons erected on Qiyun Peak over the years, Xiao Gongqiao's blow was enough to kill a thousand people, causing the remaining 100,000 people to collapse instantly because they were worried about their lives - if they still had a breath of vitality - the problem was that they just didn't have this breath of vitality.

His blow may still have knocked a thousand dead people out of combat, but what was it? The other dead people did not tremble with fear because of his blow, or remembered that their old mothers, wives and children at home had no one to support them, and were shocked at the preciousness of their lives, but on the contrary, they continued to climb towards Qiyun Peak under the drive of the corpse god priest.

The monks of the Death Cult laughed heartily, compared to the great power of the corpse god, what is a mere true immortal? He may be able to destroy a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or even a million dead people, but in Qingzhou City alone, there are as many as four million dead people who have been summoned by the great corpse god to charge at Qiyun Peak! If necessary, they will kill every living person in the three states of Qing, Yun, and Heng, and organize them all into the army of the corpse god, and in addition to logistics, the number of soldiers is the last thing the corpse god priests need to consider.

"It's funny that they don't know what they're going to end up with. The female monk with pus on her face and maggots crawling said.

"Send the 'tree' to them so that they can see more clearly, the eyes of these living people are not very good. The male monk with long hands, long feet, and belly like a bulge said. The chief monk, with the figure of a child and the face of an old man, did not express any opinion.

So the young monk who was under them sounded the horn of the corpse god again.