In the sky above Yongningyuan, Chen Mo, who was worried about this trip after all, chose to use Xiao Kang's eyes to observe everything below.
Talent, also known as magical power, often has a powerful effect in changing the situation.
Below, Zhang Liang felt nervous.
Everything seemed to be similar to what he expected, but at this moment, he felt worried in his heart.
He followed the footsteps of the two disciples and quickly walked into the mountain gate. However, as soon as he stepped in, he felt an inexplicable smell of blood.
"This is?"
Xiao Changzhi's face looked a little complicated: "We don't know either, this smell has been there since you died...and left."
"Where is the headmaster? "Zhang Liang asked.
“On Yongning Mountain.”
In terms of land area alone, Yongningyuan is not only inferior to Motai Mountain, which has 112 immortal peaks, but also inferior to Xianwumen. However, in terms of fertility, I'm afraid there is still a big gap between the two immortal sects combined.
At the beginning, Chen Mo realized that the central hinterland was rich in resources, but now after hearing about it, he saw that the entire flat land was a third-level spiritual field, with various third-level spiritual plants densely planted on it!
Most of them are mainly made of earth vein bamboo and rice, and are also mixed with some medicinal materials for refining elixirs.
This piece of land gives Yongningyuan a foundation for continuous development and growth.
Zhang Liang couldn't help but frown. After walking a mile or two further, he noticed something was wrong again!
"Where are the people? Where are the others?"
Xiao Changzhi explained slightly weirdly: "Dead...dead."
"Dead?"
"Yes, the vast majority of disciples failed to resist those..."
In an instant, Zhang Liang saw a group of mummies wandering out of the former weapon refining hall. After "smelling" their scent, Zhang Liang rushed over like crazy.
Xiao Changzhi's face was ashen. Judging from the speed of these mummies, they were probably already at the second level of strength.
Just him and Qin Wanhui, I'm afraid they are no match!
Seeing the enemy approaching, when two Yongningyuan disciples were hesitating whether to escape, Zhang Liang took action!
As he raised his hand, a large cauldron fell from the sky. The three-legged bronze cauldron grew larger and larger in the air, and then crashed to the ground, suppressing the mummy that rushed towards it.
"Where are the other elders? Why are they missing?!"
Zhang Liang's old and kind face showed sullenness.
Yongningyuan has become like this, why don't the elders take action?
Those who resisted the mummies outside were third-generation disciples, and those who suffered heavy casualties inside the Immortal Sect were also third-generation disciples!
Xiao Changzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "I...we don't know..."
"Don't know? You haven't seen them?"
"No." Qin Wanhui added, "We haven't seen Elder Jindan since the zombie wave began."
"Where are the others?"
"We have asked, but we have never seen them."
Zhang Liang's already densely furrowed brows were even more twisted into the character "Chuan".
He walked forward for about half an hour.
Along the way, I saw many disciples from Yongningyuan, but these people's faces no longer had the vitality of the past. They were like walking zombies, and they were not seen practicing.
Even if they saw his former headmaster, they would just stop and stare, or just feel excited occasionally.
What’s more, he also saw the scene of mummies biting disciples!
Their arms, thighs, and even heads were cut open by sharp claws, and blood splattered everywhere, and those disciples were like delicacies on a mummy table, being devoured...
Zhang Liang He suppressed it with anger, but his heart was bleeding at the moment.
The curtains of Yongningyuan are in sharp contrast with the calm, tranquil and energetic Motai Mountain.
Under the tide of corpses, is An's egg intact?
Perhaps this is the most realistic portrayal of the major immortal sects?
"Them!"
Xiao Changzhi also looked ashen: "Dead, almost dead. We don't know how long we can resist."
" None of the Jindan elders showed up?" Zhang Liang asked again.
"No."
"Huh!" He exhaled a breath, and suddenly he had the idea that he shouldn't come back.
Death means death, destruction means destruction.
If he cannot see it, the beauty of Yongningyuan will be forever imprinted in his heart.
But now?
The disciples who once lived together day and night have turned into cold corpses. Their lives have been sucked out and turned into demons that are breeding in the Corpse Demon Ridge.
The once most proud disciples were huddled on Yongning Mountain.
Indifferent to the life and death of three generations of disciples, they are just surviving!
Heartbreak, anger, and deep sadness intertwined in his heart. After a difficult journey, he finally arrived at Yongning Mountain!
And as he got closer, the smell of blood became stronger.
Yongning Mountain is actually filled with a faint blood mist!
Zhang Liang also realized something was wrong at this moment.
But just when he was about to step into Yongning Mountain, a strange voice suddenly came to his ears.
“There is a formation!”
With the shaking of his clothes, Zhang Liang understood who was talking to him.
"Formation?"
"Master, what did you say?"
"Get out of here first!"
As soon as the words fell, he Several blood arrows shot out from the blood mist, and Zhang Liang hurriedly used the three-legged bronze cauldron again.
But these bloody arrows seemed to have eyes, and they headed straight for the three of them with great force!
At this moment, Zhang Liang's heart suddenly became tense, and he subconsciously felt an unmatched sense of defeat!
Dang, Dang, Dang!
The blood arrows were blocked by the three-legged bronze tripod, but the remaining ones pierced into the faces of Xiao Changzhi and Qin Wanhui in a strange way. They had not yet formed the golden elixir, and they were immediately unable to die. .
The blood arrows continued unabated and struck Zhang Liang again.
Before he could even react, the three-legged bronze tripod, a high-grade magic weapon that had been with him all his life, exploded into pieces.
Seeing that his frail body was about to die under the sharp blood arrows, a burst of sky-burning fire spurted out from his sleeves, burning and melting the blood arrows.
In the blood mist, a figure walked slowly.
With the sound of footsteps one after another, the opponent's momentum continued to rise, and finally when he walked in front of Zhang Liang, it climbed to the extreme!
“Tsk, tsk, you are indeed not dead.”
When Cai Fangshan appeared in front of him, the master who raised him single-handedly felt strange.
The appearance is still the same.
But the breath has completely changed!
“You?!” Zhang Liang exclaimed, but couldn’t say anything.
“Since we are all gone, why come back?”
Cai Fangshan smiled faintly, and his originally angular and upright-looking face gained some evil charm, and even its outline became blurred.
"Where is your senior brother?"
The other party raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Master, shouldn't you congratulate me for breaking through the Nascent Soul?"
That's right!
The moment he saw the other party, Zhang Liang realized something was wrong with the other party.
Unexpectedly, all this turned out to be true!
In less than two years, Cai Fangshan, who was in the late stage of Jindan, actually achieved Nascent Soul! (End of this chapter)