Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Seeing this, Xiao Honglu and Cheng Xiao both breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, neither of them knew that Uncle Nine actually had the ability to detect resentment in blood.

For all of the above reasons, the time was postponed by one day.

Otherwise, the experiment could have started yesterday.

Lin Jiu arranged copper coins, red thread, incense ash, and other common but rarely used items around the area.

After connecting the coins with copper coins, and watching the blood seep into the soil, it was finally over.

"Alright, Jiale, let them both rest for a while."

"Today's volume is finished. Remember, from now on, it's a seven-day cycle, and you can start over again after forty-nine days."

As soon as the master finished speaking, Wencai and Qiusheng, who had been working all morning, collapsed from exhaustion.

After all, the surrounding pits were all dug out by them, one by one, with hoes.

After Uncle Nine and Four Eyes were ready, they both looked up at the distance at the same time.

All that could be seen was a yellowish-brown light screen.

Xiao Honglu sat cross-legged, with a golden sun radiating a golden halo above his head.

In front of him was a humanoid entity that was as black as could be.

The dark figure was none other than Old Master Ren, whom they had dug up earlier, along with an arm.

The extra severed arm was the one Lin Jiu had cut off earlier.

And beneath this zombie, there was an arm.

It was a transparent flame, no bigger than the palm of your hand.

The flames continued to burn the severed arm above and the old man, who had become a zombie.

The old man was also aggrieved. He hadn't even seen the sun, and before he could even suck a drop of blood, two Taoist priests and a monk dug it out.

The black zombie is indeed a black zombie, but it is also genuinely weak.

Let's just put it that way.

Yesterday at noon, before Jingjing had even finished drinking her sip of water, Old Master Ren was already lying on the ground, bound like a giant crab by Jiale and the other two with a corpse-binding rope.

When it came into Xiao Honglu's hands, it became even more pitiful.

All I can say is that people are the butcher and I am the fish on the chopping block.

As the transparent flames burned.

The first thing to give out is a broken arm.

It soon turned into a wisp of black mist, which eventually condensed into threads that were almost invisible unless you looked closely.

However, Old Master Ren as a whole was much stronger.

It burned for more than half an hour before it began to show signs of "melting".

Even though there was a light barrier between them, the master was still present.

However, the zombies' frantic and painful roars still made Wen Cai and his companions feel uneasy.

And it was amidst the roar that a deep black corpse pill floated in front of Xiao Honglu.

It was the essence condensed from that black zombie and the severed arm.

"The Sumeru Mustard Seed, the Divine Formation, the Corpse Qi Condensing Pills—I've only ever seen these techniques in the books of other sects."

"I never imagined that there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people."

Uncle Nine sighed as he spoke.

"Fine, since it's about sacrificing oneself for righteousness, then I won't hide anything!"

"Junior brother, give me three drops of your essence blood!"

"I want to consecrate the spirit of this bronze-cornered golden coffin!"

Before Uncle Nine uttered those words, Master Four Eyes felt that his senior brother was right.

But now, things aren't so great.

"Um, senior brother, why don't you use yours?"

Uncle Nine turned around and said righteously:

"My arm has just grown back, and I haven't even had time to replenish my blood yet."

"Not to mention essence blood,"

Master Four Eyes stared wide-eyed and spoke with difficulty: "As the saying goes, one drop of blood is worth ten drops of essence..."

Uncle Nine's eyes widened.

Master Simu decisively pulled out a long incense stick, blew on it to ignite it.

Then, Changxiang drew a line between her eyebrows.

Three drops of clear, bright semen flowed out.

When Uncle Nine saw this, he waved his hand with a gust of wind.

He grabbed three drops of blood essence out of thin air and shot them at the flames on the red candles on the altar in front of the coffin.

I don't know how I did it.

Three drops of red blood essence remained on the candle flame and began to be calcined.

When it reappeared, it had become as transparent as water.

Uncle Nine nodded in satisfaction.

He caught the talisman with one hand, continued to carve the last few strokes with the other, and then stuck the other hand to the golden coffin in front of him.

To everyone else, Uncle Nine's final strike seemed like flipping a switch.

The bronze horn coffin, which was already gleaming golden in the sunlight, suddenly flashed and burst forth with a bright light.

Thankfully it was daytime.

If it were at night, some rumors might spread.

What happened next was even more amazing.

The blood-red patterns carved on the coffin came to life, just like human skin.

They began to wander, sometimes dispersing and sometimes converging, as if some specific pattern was hidden within them.

Upon witnessing this spectacular scene, the apprentices jumped up in surprise.

"Holy crap, the coffin has come to life!"

Master Ikkyu appeared from behind:
"You lot have no sense of hierarchy and are ignorant."

"They are refining a magical artifact."

Wencai, Qiusheng, Jiale, and Jingjing all looked over curiously.

Master Ikkyu explained:

"This bronze horn and golden coffin was originally meant to seal away zombies, but now the bronze horn is stained with human blood, and the golden coffin is covered with ghostly symbols."

"On the contrary, it is easier to gather the earth's energy and collect the yin essence."

"Let's leave aside the reasons for this for now."

"Just by burying this coffin in this precious burial site, it will become a magical artifact in less than ten years."

"And this step is equivalent to moving ahead of schedule."

"Your two masters are indeed powerful, much better than that scoundrel Four Eyes."

"At least he can multitask like this; he can't do it with just one hand."

"You know, even the lowest-grade magical artifact is still a magical artifact, let alone this corpse-raising coffin."

Seeing the bronze horn and golden coffin flashing with unusual light, Cheng Xiao and the others were overjoyed by this unexpected surprise.

It was a bit of a surprise.

I've seen props used in movies before, but this is the first time I've seen the main characters make them custom-made.

And it was even a coffin; you could only say it was incredibly thoughtful.

Putting everything else aside, this thing is worth at least a D-rank side quest.

All I can say is that the feeling of eating and taking things away was really delicious.

Ten minutes later.

Master Si Mu and Uncle Jiu worked together to lift the coffin, and Cheng Xiao nodded to Yue'er.

The girl, carrying Cheng Xiao, walked directly into the upright golden coffin.

The bronze horn and gold coffin were previously superfluous and were considered to be of normal specifications.

Fortunately, Yue'er was petite, and Cheng Xiao was just an infant, so there was still plenty of space for the two of them inside.

However, it was only when the two adjusted their positions and postures that Jingjing and the others realized what was going on.

Everyone's eyes widened.

"No, Master."

"Why did Senior Cheng go in too?"

Uncle Ikkyu said with a chuckle:
"What's so strange about this? A living person turning into a zombie is, in my opinion, the first time ever. Nobody knows what will happen."

"When corpse poison enters the body, it can neither kill a person nor keep them alive."

"Only Fellow Daoist Cheng could possess such medical skills."

"So his entry was inevitable." The presence of four disciples seemed fine, but there was still a sense of incongruity.

After all, the scene before us was rather absurd.

Because of this man and woman, isn't this a joint burial?
Moreover, they were buried together in the same burial site and in the same coffin.

After Xiao Honglu swallowed the golden pill, the fist-sized flame disappeared immediately.

Only the jet-black bead in front of him was presented to Cheng Xiao, who then gave him an OK sign.

Only after making thorough preparations did Yue'er speak solemnly.

"Close the coffin, you two Taoist priests!"

Upon hearing this, Si Mu and Uncle Jiu didn't stand on ceremony.

The two of them worked together to close the coffin lid and put it into the vertical hole.

It was at this moment that the two Taoist priests realized that this seemed to be the first time they had heard this girl named Yue'er speak.

Seeing that the assigned location was correct, Uncle Nine nodded with his hands behind his back.

Without anyone else saying anything, Jiale simply flicked the willow branch.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai immediately transformed into oxen and horses, and began shoveling soil.

The top of the coffin was sealed with cement.

Time blinked and it was night.

Jiale, inside the tent, wondered if it was just his imagination.

I always felt that the moonlight in this area was much brighter than in other places.

Upon witnessing this bizarre scene, Jiale took two steps forward in a daze.

As a result, I felt a bit of dampness on the soles of my feet.

It's time to bow your head in the moonlight.

Only then did they realize that the yellow earth beneath their feet was soaked in blood.

And yet, his feet were covered in blood.

This terrifying scene in the dead of night almost made Jia Le faint.

Fortunately, this person was also a disciple of Maoshan, so he was somewhat prepared.

Just when he thought it was some kind of demon or monster, or a zombie that had come to life.

"What are you standing there for? Now that you're awake, come and help!"

Jia Le's already confused mind became even more confused.

Because not far away, his master and uncle were carrying bucket after bucket of blood and spreading it evenly around them.

Master Ikkyu was using a sled to level the ground, seemingly to prevent the blood from soaking unevenly.

Upon seeing this bizarre scene, Jiale swallowed hard and turned to run away.

But it hasn't even started yet.

A hand emerged from the blood-soaked soil and grabbed Jia Le's ankle.

At that moment, Jia Le felt a chill run through his entire body.

Because he sensed his great-grandmother was waving.

Xiao Honglu, who had come up from underground, put away the earth-遁符 (earth-遁符, a type of talisman used for escaping or hiding), and patted himself off.

Then I saw Jiale, who looked like he was about to die.

Even this wise man could not have imagined Jia Le's thoughts at this moment.

He even asked the person next to him, "Master Four Eyes, what's wrong with Jiale?"

Master Four Eyes shook his head in similar confusion:
"Never mind this idiot."

How deep has the blood seeped in?

Xiao Honglu then turned serious and said:
"We've already made contact with the golden coffin, but it will probably take a while to completely enclose it."

Uncle Nine nodded from behind and said:
"According to the method, human blood is the essence, and with this natural formation condensing the essence of the sun and moon, the zombie can be formed in less than a month."

"With the Corpse-Nourishing Cave and the Corpse-Nourishing Coffin, plus the help of human blood and moonlight, if you hadn't said that you only had three months at most."

"What's inside here is probably something extraordinary." Uncle Nine quickly whispered guiltily as he spoke.

"May the Heavenly Venerable protect us, Master."

Xiao Honglu said with a solemn expression:

"However, we must be careful. In this desolate wilderness, with such a strong aura of blood, it is inevitable that it will attract the covetousness of demons."

"Our journey here has also been abnormal."

Si Mu spoke up from the side:
“You’re right. We’re living in a chaotic world right now, so my junior brother and I have discussed it and decided that we’ll stay here with you for the next three months to prevent any trouble from happening.”

Uncle Nine, standing nearby, nodded: "And that's perfect, let's see how you train them."

Hearing this, Xiao Honglu finally breathed a sigh of relief:

"In that case, thank you all."

"In this way, everything is considered perfect."

Master Ikkyu, who was plowing the field behind him, was stunned when he heard this and looked over in astonishment.

Under the watchful eyes of three pairs of people, the master nodded with a composed expression.

"Ahem, that's what I think too."

"After all, I'm worried about leaving Jingjing alone."

Xiao Honglu nodded with a smile:

"Don't worry, Master Ikkyu still has two more. In three months, I won't be able to train them to be skilled."

"It will be at least twice as good as it is now."

Having heard Xiao Honglu's assurance, Si Mu and Uncle Jiu were both eager to see what would happen next.

After all, who wouldn't want a disciple like Master Qianhe?

He is well-rounded in moral character, intelligence, physical fitness, and aesthetics; he is humble and eager to learn; he respects his teachers and values ​​morality; and he has upright character.

That's simply perfect, isn't it?

For safety, the three masters and four apprentices set up camp nearby.

There weren't many other things, but Xiao Honglu had plenty of military tents and field supplies in his spatial pouch.

After the two people were settled into one tent.

Xiao Honglu then pulled Xin'er, who was dressed in a coarse linen dress, to the top of the golden coffin.

The Five Hearts Facing Heaven also began their cultivation.

The energy gathered by the moonlight and the energy from auspicious feng shui sites are also considered a type of spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

This can also accelerate the cultivation of the immortal cultivation system.

This place can be described as a natural spirit-gathering array, with extraordinary effects.

"It's so concentrated, but is it really okay to absorb it like this?"

"Won't this affect Sister Yue'er and the others?"

Xiao Honglu smiled and said:
"Don't worry, Cheng Xiao won't use too much corpse poison at the beginning."

"I estimate that Yue'er won't need to use this spiritual energy for the first week or two."

"So, you can absorb it during this period of time."

Xin'er replied with a smile, "Why did you keep Master Ikkyu here just now?"

Xiao Honglu said, "More people means more security. Master Yixiu, as a highly accomplished monk, complements the abilities of Uncle Jiu and Simu, who are from Maoshan."

Xin'er nodded seriously, but she was just about to start cultivating.

That's the time.

Suddenly, chaos erupted in the tents not far away.

Xin'er wanted to get up to check, but Xiao Honglu, who had his eyes closed, pressed her back down.

He smiled and said:

"It's nothing, it's just those same few people causing trouble again."

"I was thinking of letting them rest tomorrow, but now it seems we should start training tomorrow."

Xin'er shook her head helplessly as she thought of her troublesome disciples.

Although we don't know what happened, it certainly wasn't anything good.

in the tent.

Hearing the commotion outside, Jingjing lifted the curtain and saw Jiale being carried in by Master Simu.

The man was foaming at the mouth, convulsing, and his face was pale; he looked like he was about to die.

"what happened?"

"What's wrong with Jiale? Is he... is he having an attack?"

"Or is it some old ailment?"

"But this doesn't seem like it either?" (End of Chapter)