The fire in the courtyard burned until the east turned white before it gradually went out, and Yang Xian stood outside the courtyard all night. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After seeing the flames extinguished, Yang Xian threw his fist to collapse the house, crushing the ashes in the yard under the rubble.

After doing this, he didn't stay any longer, and after a long roar, his body shot out, and in a moment he had already left the small mountain village.

He is the master of the Confucian Sect, helping the world and the people is the foundation of his practice, the Heavenly Mandate Sect kills people and alchemists, he will stop it, and now this puppet sect is refining corpse puppets, and he will naturally not stand idly by.

He had already searched the entire mountain village last night, but he didn't find any clues about the puppet gate, that is, he didn't even encounter a living person.

With his current cultivation, the slightest movement of any creature within a radius of ten miles could not be concealed from his perception.

Now that the night has passed, there has not been even a hint of unusual movement, and it seems that the puppet men who killed these villagers have long since left.

When Mei Niansheng was teaching Yang Xian, in addition to teaching scriptures and historical articles and martial arts exercises, he also told Yang Xian about the cultivation techniques and methods of various sects in the rivers and lakes, as well as the methods of cracking.

Therefore, from the first glance of seeing the living corpses in this mountain village, Yang Xian thought of the corpse chaser faction and the puppet gate.

Looking at the sects all over the world, only these two sects will be interested in corpses.

Among these two sects, the corpse chasing faction is a sect jointly formed by several families in Miasma, which is also called the corpse chasing family, this sect has a secret technique of inheritance, which can drive the dead corpse to travel, and also refine the corpse of the master as a portable spiritual object, driving the dead corpse to kill the enemy.

The corpse chaser sect rarely stirred up, and the main livelihood of this sect was to drive relatives who died violently home for burial at the request of people.

If the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty had relatives who died thousands of miles away, how to transport the corpses to their hometowns became a big problem, and in this case, they would spend money to ask the disciples of the corpse chaser faction to come and help.

Therefore, the disciples of the corpse chasing faction are also called corpse chasers, because they are making dead people's wealth, which is extremely unlucky, even if the disciples of the corpse chasing faction are extremely not weak in practice, they are still classified as the lower three sects by the people in the rivers and lakes.

Unlike the Corpse Exorcism Sect, the Puppet Gate is a branch of the original Origin Demon Gate.

When the primitive demon gate was not divided, there was a big puppet technique, which was extremely good, practiced to a high depth, and could manipulate the energy in the enemy's body in the air, making the enemy as obedient as a puppet.

Later, the Great Puppet was taken out of the Demon Gate by a disciple and created the current Puppet Gate.

This disciple who created the puppet sect did not cultivate enough to cultivate the great puppet technique to the realm of great success, but he was a smart person, but he thought of a trick.

He spent decades of painstaking efforts to find a kind of insect called the machine worm, using this worm as a hub, planting it in the body of the human beast, and manipulating the insect to manipulate the human beast, although the method is different from the big puppet technique, but the effect is not inferior, and the practice is also extremely easy.

Because after all, it is different from the big puppet technique, so this mental method hides the word "big" in the "big puppet technique" and calls it puppetry.

Most of the disciples of the puppet sect are good at evil arts, and rarely face people head-on, generally secretly release poisonous Gu, and use Gu magic to assassinate opponents, the most famous is to use machine worm eggs into the enemy's body to manipulate the enemy.

The eggs of the insects are very small and inconspicuous, but they can grow rapidly in the human body in a short period of time, and the tentacles can spread throughout the human body, sucking the essence and blood of the human body to nourish themselves.

When the time comes, the puppet disciples will use secret methods to manipulate the machine insect, so that the people or beasts parasitized by the machine insect will involuntarily become puppets and be manipulated by the disciples of the puppet sect at will.

It's just that it's extremely difficult to cultivate the machine worm, and even the puppet disciples can't guarantee one grain per person, so it's extremely cautious to use, and ordinary people are not worthy of the puppet disciples at all, because the puppets formed by ordinary people have no value at all.

Moreover, it is even more strange that there is not even a disciple in this small village to take care of the puppet.

What is the truth of this matter, Yang Xian still does not know at this time, but the puppet sect is the most suspicious, he wants to find out the ins and outs of the matter, the best way is to interrogate the disciples of the puppet sect.

He is a martial arts master, at this moment he used the land flying technique to travel all the way, it was really like wind and lightning, his figure flickered on the mountain road, one moment he was still on a mountain, and the next moment he had reached the small river under the mountain, and then it flashed again, but disappeared from the river, and reached the small bridge a hundred zhang away, shrinking into inches, like a ghost.

It was tea time for him to cross the mountain road for dozens of miles to the vicinity of another small village.

At this time, the sky is bright, the red sun is rising in the east, and the people in the mountains have already raised the fire to cook at this time, and the cooking smoke should rise.

But the small mountain village in front of him was quiet and there was no movement, it was as silent as death as the previous small mountain village.

Yang Xian's face was extremely ugly, and he walked slowly along the village road towards the village.

Sure enough, there was no anger at all, and the whole village had become a ghost village.

Yang Xian walked along all the streets of the village, and he didn't feel the breath of a living person.

All the doors were open, but there was no movement.

After turning around, Yang Xian stopped, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, and the sound ran through the entire mountain village.

As soon as the whistle fell, the whole village suddenly "came alive", and a burst of roars sounded from the courtyards, and then one by one the stiff figures staggered out of the courtyards and slowly poured onto the street.

These people, like the people of the previous village, have become living corpses.

These living corpses seemed to be a little afraid of the sun, they all marched from the dark part of the street against the wall, and surrounded Yang Xian, as they moved, a trace of black mist rose from their stiff bodies, but as soon as they rose into the air, they were dispersed by the sun, and disappeared in an instant.

It seemed that because of the sky, these living corpses were far more clumsy than the living corpses in the previous village, and they roared in a low voice, dodging in the sunlight, and staggered towards Yang Xian.

Looking at these living corpses, Yang Xian's hands were on his back, and there was no change in his face.

Just when a living corpse at the front approached him, Yang Xianhuo Ran slapped his palm, and with a palm, the living corpse flew up in the air, and its body made a series of crackling sounds in the air, emitting a trace of black smoke under the sunlight.

After a palm was slapped, Yang Xian's palm did not stop, and the butterflies wearing flowers were generally interspersed in these groups of living corpses, and a palm continued to be slapped, and every time the palm went down, a living corpse was slapped by him and flew into the sky and fell into the same courtyard.

When he photographed the first living corpse, the yard was the closest to him, and as his body swam, it became farther and farther away from the living corpses in this yard, but as long as he was photographed by Yang Xian, no matter how far away, these living corpses would always fly to the same courtyard.

Seeing that the living corpses on the street were about to be beaten into the courtyard by Yang Xian, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the village, "Good thief, dare to slaughter the people here!"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of "whoosh" breaking through the air sounded, and a flying knife with a handle was inserted into Yang Xian's back with the sound of the wind.