"Ten Thousand Corpses Devouring Dragon?"

"It must be. ”

"As the Taoist said, Gongjiang is not an ordinary river, it is one of the dragon veins of the Tang Dynasty, and ordinary burial techniques can not hurt it at all, only the qi of tens of millions of unjust souls and great yin, after years, water drops and stones can erode its foundation. And the people who set up the array are also really clever, with four external elephants gathering qi, built-in yin and yang locks, and gathering the yin and evil qi within a radius of hundreds of miles, with the yin land as the soil, the yin coffin as the wood, and the rain as the water. Such a layout can be called the ultimate, the right time, place and all three are occupied, which can not only cover the heavens, cut off the dragon vein feng shui of the Gongjiang River without being discovered, but also bury a knife for the back game, which can be taken out and stabbed into the heart of the Tang Dynasty at any time. Such a means is not trivial..."

"How many people have to die here?"

"It's endless. ”

The chatter was whispered under the heavy rain, and it was just like the homely routine of the day's talk, but there seemed to be a lack of confidence in the conversation, so that no matter how it sounded, it seemed to be a cover for the fear. It's really terrifying, but you can't blame him, after all, the current scene is too shocking, even if it is purgatory, it is not an exaggeration, even if Xia Xun has expected it, he can't help but panic.

However, he did not stop, but was invisibly driven by the panic in his heart to speed up his pace.

"Afraid?"

"Sort of. ”

"What time is it?"

"Not for a moment. ”

"Time is running out. ”

"It's close. ”

The terrifying scene frightened people, and the strange atmosphere was so oppressive that passers-by almost suffocated.

Even if Xia Xun didn't say it, in fact, Mo Xian knew that they were already very close to the core of the canyon. Because, that extremely dangerous gaze had already made his sword heart tense to the extreme, which was a feeling that he had only had when facing Di Jiang. Mo Xian never had a real fear of anything, he was just worried that his three-foot Qingfeng would not be able to protect the people behind him.

The sea of corpses rises and falls, hideous and ghostly.

The black clouds are thundering, and the wind and rain are bleak.

The dense fog above the dome condensed into thunderclouds, and the lightning flickered as if it could be touched with a raised hand.

The rain turned purple and turned into knives in the fierce wind, and the whipping made it almost impossible to open one's eyes. The dirt on the ground no longer seemed to be dirt, purple and red, as if it had been soaked in corpse blood for countless years. The trough buried the corpses for three miles, and the passers-by had reached the end of the road, and there were still two miles ahead, but they stopped.

It was necessary to stop...

Because, the horror of the current scene is enough to break through their inner peace, and there is no way ahead...

The sink for the burial of the corpses was gone, and countless naked human corpses were thrown to the ground. Men and women, old and young, with pale flesh and skin stacked at random, piled up several feet high, vertical and horizontal miles, I don't know whether to say spectacular or sad. You don't see the vast white in the darkness and boundlessness, and you think it's just a plagued animal abandoned by someone, but you don't know that it is all people, human corpses!

There was no expression, no look, and the eyes were closed as if they had just fallen asleep. The pale skin is like tissue paper wrapped around the corpse, faintly revealing purple-red meridian blood. The corpses were stacked on top of each other, and the invisible sinister aura turned a radius of cold fear for miles.

What is a sea of corpses?

This is the sea of corpses!

There are no surging waves, but it is enough to make people really feel the endless stormy waves!

The waves were churning and crashing against the reef. In the center of the sea of corpses is a quadrangular altar, which is eight feet high and built of black stones. Each stone is intricately engraved with Sanskrit characters, and scarlet rays flow from the cracks in the black stone, and the wisps are wrapped around the altar like a burning bonfire, never extinguished. There are four stone statues of the green dragon, the white tiger, the vermilion bird, and the Xuanwu on the four feet of the high platform, and there are two kneeling things. They have the form of a human being, but their huge bodies have transcended the realm of what a human being should be. Purple-red skin was covered with rotting pus, strong muscles were stuck together like stones, a pair of huge fangs were exposed outside their mouths, and a thick iron lock imprisoned their thighs, connecting to the altar. They knelt on top of the sea of corpses, facing the top of the altar, their eyes closed, motionless, but the violent aura that spread from their flesh and muscles was enough to prove that they were not dead.

On the top of the altar, there is a red lacquer coffin...

"Wow~"

"Oh~"

The rain never ends.

Splashing in the sea of corpses, splashing and splashing...

The long hair was messy, wet and sticking to his cheeks, and the waterline poured from his jaw to connect the black clothes. Qing Feng slowly unsheathed, the sound of the sword slowly pierced the law of the rainstorm, and the pale silver aura was like an inextinguishable thunder in the darkness, making this dim world a little different.

Mo didn't say anything, but his indifferent sword eyebrows furrowed resolutely, staring at the coffin above the altar.

Xia Xun bent over and turned over the corpses in front of him one by one with his hands, and pressed the chest, face, and palm of the corpse with his hands, pondering carefully, unhurriedly, as if he was looking for something. And there really isn't much time left for them. After a while, the sun will go down, and everyone knows very well what this canyon will become after the sun goes down, that is the real purgatory, and the sleeping souls will wake up at that time. But Xia Xun is still wasting time for now. Because, many things in his mind need to be explained, otherwise many things will not make sense. Moreover, the road to the canyon has actually come to an end here, and if you go further in the remaining two miles, you will have to step on the sea of corpses in front of you.

The sea of corpses is ghostly, life and death are fateful...

"Sure enough, it's them. ”

"What did you find?"

"Agni Sect, Sa Zi generation, fourth generation disciple..."

After turning over more than a dozen human corpses, Xia Xun seemed to have finally found what he was looking for.

It was a human corpse with one arm cut off, and the biggest difference from the other corpses was that the back of this corpse was tattooed with a sun pattern and the word "Sa". Pressing the chest cavity of the corpse with his fingers, and then pressing the forehead, Xia Xun continued to say lightly: "The Agni Sect used to be a side gate in the Western Regions, and twenty years ago, its sect leader Poren Duojia received a lot of money from today's saints, and personally led the sect members of 7,000 people to cross the Tang Dynasty to attack Yueyang, and the battle was half a month* fiasco, and the entire Flame Sect was destroyed, and no life was left. With that, Xia Xun stopped what he was doing and stood up again. Looking at the sea of corpses in front of him, his mood became a little cold: "It is basically certain that all the corpses in this canyon are from the people who died in Yueyang City back then. They were transferred from Yueyang City to here by stealing the sky and changing the day, and they were raised as corpses. With the body of a cultivator, its combat power is enough to defeat the Xun * brigade. It is no wonder that Li Changan has such courage to dare to set up a flag with the momentum of a dog. ”

"Is this Li Chang'an's method?" Mo Xian asked coldly.

"Yes and no. Xia Xun said.

"It's the means of the three. Mo Xian said again.

"It can only be the means of those three. The array of feng shui cloth, the evil of refining corpses, and..."Xia Xun slowly raised his head, staring at the altar in the middle of the sea of corpses, which was entangled by scarlet ghosts, and said a little colder: "Also, the blood of the Wu Ancestor Sacrifice... The joint layout of the three masters and ancestors is indeed enough to shock the world, but what do they want?"

Ask, as if asking yourself.

An unsolvable problem.

Mo Xian couldn't give an answer, and Xia Xun couldn't give it by himself.

The question was silent, as if he was asking the first question of the endless corpse in front of him, but how could a pile of rotten meat give an answer? The indifferent sword eyebrows were still resolute, and they were also staring at the coffin above the altar. Mo Xian crossed Xia Xun's question and said coldly: "The thing is in the coffin." ”

"It should be good, I can feel the breath too. ”

"More than a wisp. ”

Xia Xun shook his head: "There is only one wisp of consciousness, and it is the wisp of danger. There is also a wisp of unconsciousness, the wisp that we are familiar with. They are forcibly merging. ”

"Fusion?"

Mo Xian was puzzled and asked, "Can your divine sense perceive it?"

Xia Xun shook his head again: "The distance is too far to perceive." But since both wisps of breath existed in that coffin, I guessed that it should be a combination of the Witch Vein's Blood-Melting Body Forging Technique and Alchemy. Not only do they want the dead to be resurrected in the form of corpses, but they also want the corpses to have the cultivation of the deceased before their deaths, or even stronger. ”

"It's far-fetched..."

Mo Xian did not agree with Xia Xun's statement: "Corpses are not human, soulless and knowledgeless, and cannot practice." ”

"That's right, that's why we need to fuse. Xia Xun explained lightly: "You can also understand it as a kind of rebirth. The wisp of consciousness in the coffin is the carrier of rebirth, and the extreme yang of Gongjiang's dragon qi combines with the extreme yin of the corpse evil yin qi here to form a reincarnation, so that his corpse is moisturized and transformed into a corpse, and the corpse is the initial form of rebirth. You can think of this rudimentary form as a very wounded person, except that he is no longer him, without a soul, without consciousness, only a living shell, and another breath is the medicine that heals him, a medicine that can make the corpse re-conceive consciousness. Just like the corpse beasts we saw on the road, the evil qi is their medicine, giving them the most primitive instinctive consciousness again. And the breath in the coffin is obviously a higher level of medicine, otherwise we would not feel it, and with the fusion of such medicine, the consciousness of the corpse body can undoubtedly be greatly improved. ”

"Dragon Wind Essence Blood?"

These four words suddenly popped up in Mo Xian's mind.

Dragon and Phoenix Essence Blood: The holy medicine of the white bones of the living and the dead. When his life was hanging by a thread in the summer of last year, he took an elixir refined by the essence blood of the dragon and phoenix to survive. After half a year, the dragon and phoenix essence blood has already fused with Xia Xun, giving him a strong recovery ability in every trace of flesh and blood. This can just explain why Xia Xun and Mo Xian are familiar and cordial to another wisp of breath.

Because, that thing is the essence blood of the dragon and phoenix!

"That's right, dragon and phoenix essence blood. Only such a medicine can... Hey, that doesn't seem right. ”

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to be thinking wrong. ”

“......”