Under One Person: Starting from the Inheritance of Gods

Chapter 319: The corpse is broken and transformed, avoiding death and prolonging life

Xuanduwu is the place where the corpse ancestor Jiangchen lived in seclusion.

At this time, Xuanduwu no longer had the pastoral scenery it once had, and had turned into a battlefield between the two.

After Xiao Zizai found Ying Gou, Feng Xingtong also found Jiang Chen, but for various reasons, Feng Xingtong confronted Corpse Ancestor Jiang Chen as soon as he arrived.

"boom!"

Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen's figure kept retreating violently, and his expression was particularly solemn as he looked at the uninvited guest who broke in.

At this time, the dark innate Qi behind Feng Xingtong turned into the appearance of the Yaksha Ghost King and condensed behind him, like a throne. Amidst his roars, endless ghost cries arose.

Feng Xingtong sat back very gracefully, and the Yaksha throne formed by the innate Qi automatically lifted him up, looking down at the corpse ancestor and the surrendered minister.

At this moment, it was like the King of Ghosts had come to the world.

Then, Feng Xingtong said, "According to the order of His Majesty, I invite you, the corpse ancestor, to come to Youzhou for a chat in twenty days."

"Ah!"

The surrendered minister slowly got up from the ground and looked at the completely destroyed hut, the broken bottles and jars containing various organs soaked in potions, and his own medicine field that had been destroyed to pieces. He couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Her fist gradually hardened.

"I just want to dissect you and make fertilizer for the flowers. Is that necessary?"

Before she finished her words, she saw the inner force of the Nine Nether Mysterious Heavenly Art surging up from Jiang Chen's body. The darkness was tinged with wisps of blood, lingering around her like a devil's flame.

With her long pink hair, charming eyes, and heavy makeup, she looks like an extremely charming witch.

Especially her exotic face. She was wearing a belly-baring top, a purple long skirt, a tattoo on her waist, and was covered in bandages.

She placed her slender white fingers on her bright red lips, like an alluring flower.

"Boy, I'll give you a chance. Come down to me obediently, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!" Jiang Chen said in a gentle tone.

Feng Xingtong curled his lips and said, "Why don't you take a look at what you are saying first? It's going to cost you your life, and you're still asking questions like that?"
The clay man still has some temper. If I hadn't forged the body of the ghost Luo Fengxian, which makes me immune to most of the poisons and evil spirits of corpses, I would have become your dead soul long ago.

The cause of the incident is also very simple.

Originally, Feng Xingtong wanted to invite Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen with nice words, but who knew that Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen suddenly became interested in Feng Xingtong's eyes and wanted to gouge them out and keep them.

So he smiled and gave Feng Xingtong a secret medicine.

Then Feng Xingtong pretended to faint, wanting to see what Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen wanted to do, and the result turned out to be the scene above.

The two men fought fiercely, and Feng Xingtong destroyed Xuanduwu, which was painstakingly built by the Corpse Ancestor Jiangchen. Feng Xingtong's innate Qi turned into the Ghost King's big hand, and when he grabbed, he plowed Jiangchen's medicinal field clean and turned out all kinds of corpses buried in it.

Some for humans and some for animals.

In short, in Feng Xingtong's opinion, Xuanduwu is simply a mass grave. Aren't you afraid of having nightmares in the middle of the night if you live here?
"What a crazy woman!"

Feng Xingtong frowned and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, seven ferocious Yaksha ghosts appeared from the Yaksha throne behind him and fell to the ground, becoming dozens of feet high.

These seven Yakshas surrounded the corpse ancestor Jiangchen in the center. Some were skinny, some had a belly as big as a drum, some were tall, some were short, some were fat, some were thin, and their faces were all different.

At this moment, everyone had greedy expressions, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths, looking at the corpse ancestor's surrendered ministers as if they were seeing toys and delicacies.

Seeing this, Jiang Chen's expression froze, and his voice suddenly became much softer. He immediately admitted his mistake and said with a wry smile: "Was my voice a little loud just now?"

Feng Xingtong grinned: "What do you think?" Jiang Chen covered his face with his hands and pouted: "Can you not slap me? I have been maintaining it for a long time."

"no!"

Seven huge fists came together.

Jiang Chen's figure appeared in the air like a teleporting shadow, and then flipped to the ground beside him.

Amid the flying dust, Jiang Chen twisted his body at an incredible angle and once again narrowly avoided the fatal blow of the seven Yaksha ghost generals, then quickly flew away.

Her figure left a series of afterimages in the air, and her speed was astonishingly fast.

"Hmph, boy, I'm a little too young to catch your aunt!"

There was a hint of provocation in Jiang Chen's words, and she rose into the air again like a ghost.

Seeing this, Feng Xingtong's eyes flashed with a hint of teasing. He clapped his hands lightly, and a pair of wings appeared behind the seven Yaksha ghost generals.

Then, it soared into the sky.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but reveal a trace of despair on her face. How could someone running on the ground possibly compete with someone flying in the sky? She stopped where she was, resigned to her fate, and sighed:
"Alright, I give up, alright!"

The surrendered minister looked at Feng Xingtong and the seven huge flying yakshas as big as mountains, with interest in his eyes.

If possible, she really wanted to cut open Feng Xingtong's body to see what kind of martial arts he had practiced to have such magical abilities.

At this moment, the surrendered minister was extremely curious.

Feng Xingtong dispersed the Yaksha throne behind him, stood in front of the surrendered minister, and invited him again: "My prince would like to have a chat with you, I wonder if the Corpse Ancestor will agree?"

"Do I dare to refuse?"

The surrendered minister rolled his eyes at Feng Xingtong, looked at Xuanduwu around him, sighed in his heart, and shook his head. It was really all his own fault.

"Since Corpse Ancestor has agreed, I will take my leave!"

In the incredulous eyes of the surrendered minister, Feng Xingtong's figure was seen disappearing with the wind, coming and going without a trace.

The surrendered minister stood there in a daze, watching this scene, his desire for knowledge bursting out, and he murmured: "Youzhou, King Qin, it's really interesting!"

And on the way Feng Xingtong left.

Feng Xingtong asked a spirit in his body: "Grandpa Zizhong, can you feel it? There seems to be something wrong with the body of the corpse ancestor Jiangchen."

Then, a deep voice that only Feng Xingtong could hear rang out, saying, "That's right, that person's body and life are not the same, and they cannot be integrated. It's like he has gathered the limbs of other people into one body."

"Grafting limbs, transferring blood to continue the veins, replacing organs to prolong life, and then using one's own Yin Sha internal force to force the body's vitality to the lowest level, plus taking medicine to prevent rejection reactions."

"Moreover, her body is full of decayed energy, and such a person is still alive. No wonder she is called a broken corpse. The person who dares to call himself a ghost doctor must have some skills."

"I'm afraid she'll live longer than me!"

Wang Zizhong is indeed a great master in the world, and he can easily see the problem of the surrendered minister.

Feng Xingtong also said: "The four corpse ancestors are indeed not simple!"

(End of this chapter)