Bad People Started as an Undercover Xuanming Sect

Chapter 32
The night in Raojiang is very noisy, and all kinds of insects are constantly chirping, making it difficult to fall asleep.

Zhang Yuanqing didn't sleep either, he lit the oil lamp and looked at the ancient methods of the Altar of Soldiers Gods and Monsters.

With his skill, even if he does not sleep for ten days and nights, he will not be too tired.

"This Altar of Soldiers Gods and Monsters is really extraordinary. It soaks the whole body with poison to build up muscles and bones, erases all consciousness, turns into a killing god, feeds it with living animals, and then uses Gu insects to control it. It can really sweep the world."

"It's just a pity that all things have their own way of prosperity and decline, and it is the truth in the world that yin and yang help each other and restrain each other. This soldier god is too domineering and powerful, and those who control insects will naturally pay a heavy price."

The Altar of Soldiers Gods and Monsters is a weapon refined by living people. It is soaked in venom to strengthen muscles and bones, so that people can erase their consciousness and become a body driven by people, and then control it with insects.And the person who controls the Gods and Monsters Altar has to pay a huge price. In order to support the strange insects, the five senses are exhausted and the internal energy is exhausted. They live in symbiosis with the insects, and the insects die.

With this alone, Zhang Yuanqing completely extinguished the idea of ​​getting involved in the altar of soldiers, gods and monsters.

This technique fully deduces the way of soldiers and men, and it must be called "the sharp weapon of the world can be obtained if you get it".

Even if Zhang Yuanqing possesses the supernatural power of multiple pupils, he can't deduce and improve it again.

"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world. Someone was able to perfect this way 300 years ago. It is still unknown what will happen 300 years later."

Zhang Yuanqing closed the book, stood in front of the window and looked at the moon like a silver plate in the sky, silent.

The mysteries of heaven and earth are endless, and what humans can comprehend is only one in ten million.

The jar used to soak the whole body in the ancient method of the God of War, the spells and witch patterns painted on the inner wall are by no means a decoration, and the records in the book of its function are vague, which made Zhang Yuanqing somewhat interested.

Cangjie created characters in ancient times, watched the sun and the moon, looked at the mountains and rivers, looked at the stars in the sky, and engraved the ancient characters in a moment of sympathy between heaven and man.

This kind of text, which is like a divine gift, is the original mantra in its original appearance.

In order to prevent this power from flooding, people of later generations improved it and turned it into easy-to-understand hieroglyphs by drawing on the aura of the vegetation and all things in the world. In this way, the characters have been passed down from generation to generation and become what they are today.

Zhang Yuanqing guessed that the witch pattern incantation written by the ancient method of the God of War might be a secret left over from ancient times.

He also learned a lot of spells in the Heavenly Master's Mansion, which are very similar to the witch patterns in the ancient method of the God of War, and they have the same effect.

There is a record in "Huainanzi Benjingxun": "In the past, Cangjie wrote books, but it rained millet in the sky, and ghosts cried at night."

Originally Zhang Yuanqing did not believe in myths, but is there anything more absurd than time travel?
That being the case, the theory of ghosts and gods is not illusory.

Chi You used to be the overlord of one side, and was exiled here after being defeated by Yanhuang. It is not unreasonable to obtain and pass down this ancient text.

"It seems that the Twelve Caves must be visited."

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Another ten days passed.

Zhang Yuanqing used a fragrant roasted rabbit to make Xiao Chimeng cry and drool at the same time.

Since that night, the two brothers Chili and Chili have worked hard like chicken blood, and vigorously rectified the civil strife in Raojiang.

These two are worthy of being the villainous captains personally selected by Yuan Tiangang, and they still have this ability.

In less than half a month, Wan Du Cave has conquered most of the tribal strongholds in Raozhong, and also recruited many masters.

Among them, what caught Zhang Yuanqing's attention the most were the six masters who were proficient in assassination techniques. Although they were very different in size, appearance and even age, Zhang Yuanqing had never heard of anyone who could survive the killing round of the six of them.

Among the major forces in Raojiang, Wandu Cave is the only one, Jiuli Village has a good relationship with King Chili, and Guishizi and Luohuadong are independent and neutral.

But today, Wan Duku encountered a tough bone that they had never encountered before.

The Yi people, a group that has lived in Dead Stream Forest for generations.

There are many ghost trees in the dead stream forest, and it is covered with a layer of thick fog all the year round, which cuts off the sunlight, so that the people of the Yi people have to wear masks to wrap themselves tightly before they can walk out of the dead stream forest, otherwise the skin will be burned by the sun, fester and pus .

Now the Yi Clan has come out in full force and plundered the surrounding villages, causing many people to die.

The leader of the Yi clan was extremely cruel, taking advantage of the civil strife in Raozhong, he had secretly killed many people and robbed many things.

Once they succeed, they will immediately flee into the Dead Stream Forest, where the dense fog can't reach their fingers, and many people have entered the Wandu Cave but never came out again.

"Why don't we set fire to Dead Stream Forest!"

"No!"

Chi Li stopped it immediately, with a serious expression on his face, never before.

Because his wife Xianshen was in Dead Creek Forest, if there was a fire, Xianshen would definitely not come out to escape because of the bondage of Twelve Caves, he didn't want to see his beloved being burned alive.

Chi Meng couldn't live without his mother.

"The fire won't work, think of another way."

Chi Li saw his brother's difficulty and said.

"It doesn't work to kill a thousand enemies by force, and it doesn't work to burn them, so what can we do? Are we still letting them slaughter our brothers and sisters?"

"The women, children, and children we killed by them are still watching us avenge them under the Nine Springs."

Everyone in Wanduku said in tears, every word pierced the hearts of the brothers of the Chi family.

Isn't their desire to build Wandu Den just to protect the peace of one side and bless the children and grandchildren of Raojiang?
Now, they are at a loss for a human race.

At this time, suddenly a soft voice came.

"Don't eat meat, don't eat meat anymore..."

Little Chi Meng's mouth was stuffed with rabbit meat, hiccupping, uttering words from the gap.

The light purple beautiful big eyes were full of resistance, and a pair of small fleshy hands pushed and pushed Zhang Yuanqing's feeding, as if to say "I really can't eat anymore, Mengmeng's belly is about to burst".

"This is the last bite, come on, ah~"

Little Chi Meng shook her head desperately, flicking her purple ponytails like a rattle.

A group of old men are discussing life and death matters here, and there is actually one person beside them who is free to feed the children.

Look at this child, she can't even eat it and feed it, but I'm still hungry!
The atmosphere was a little awkward, and some people were already feeling resentful, and even a little hungry.

The corners of Chi Li's eyes twitched, wishing he could find a slot and stuff himself in.

"Brother Zhang..."

"or…"

"Okay."

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly put down the rabbit leg in his hand, turned to face the crowd and said.

what are you saying?
Why can't I understand.

Everyone was confused for a moment.

Zhang Yuanqing said again: "Aren't you unable to think of a way to deal with the Yi people? I'll go."

Zhang Yuanqing was worried that he couldn't find Dead Stream Forest, and he couldn't find fresh ginseng. He really dozed off and someone gave him a pillow.

"Just you?"

"Are you okay?"

Someone looked at Zhang Yuanqing, a scholar with slender arms and legs, with suspicion on his face.

Zhang Yuanqing smiled, reached out and waved his hand to inexplicably conjure up a fan, opened it with a "wow", and fanned the wind gently, what a refined and handsome young master.

"I'll talk about it later, you can lead the way now."

(End of this chapter)