Yuantian Pidao

Chapter 62 Traveling with the Wind
On Muyu Island, terror was spreading. More people died, and they were not ordinary people. They were all big and small leaders of the Dangjiang bandits. They originally wanted to ask Tie Ren Tu to come out and quell the abnormalities on the island, but they ended up seeing the monster and were torn to pieces.

Under such circumstances, many people wanted to escape in panic, but unfortunately, Muyu Island was completely covered by fog. No matter how hard people tried, they could not get out, whether by water or by land. It had become a cage.

Whenever night falls, the monster will appear and hunt living things. In order to survive, the remaining Dangjiang bandits can only hide and hide, and a battle royale game begins.

And just when Muyu Island was caught in such a strange atmosphere, the undercurrent in the outside world was still surging.

In the back house of the Qinghe County government office, it was rumored that the bedridden county magistrate Liao Yonghuai was leisurely sipping tea, but the tea in this tea was not ordinary tea leaves, but golden tea leaves made of gold.

After taking a sip, Liao Yonghuai smacked his lips, as if immersed in the fragrance of tea.

It was at this time that Master Xu Wenmao walked in.

"Master, the Governor's Office has replied. They will take action to deal with the Dangjiang bandits. This time, they have gone too far."

Coming in front of Liao Yonghuai, Xu Wenmao spoke softly, his attitude extremely respectful.

Seeing this, Liao Yonghuai couldn't help but glance at him.

"You didn't tip off the police this time..."

With great interest, a strange look appeared on Liao Yonghuai's face.

"Sir, how is that possible? I am your most loyal servant and would never betray you. If you don't believe me, I will immediately kill myself by ramming my head into a wall."

Hearing Liao Yonghuai's words, Xu Wenmao seemed to be stimulated by something, and his expression became extremely excited, as if he would be killed here as soon as Liao Yonghuai nodded.

Looking at Xu Wenmao like this, Liao Yonghuai burst into laughter.

"Money is indeed the most corrupting thing. You can use my power to make money, but my money is not so easy to take. Since you have taken my money, you should use your own money to pay it back."

With a smug look on his face, Liao Yonghuai waved his hand and asked Xu Wenmao to retreat.

"Iron Man Slayer, I originally wanted to keep you here, but unfortunately you were determined to die. You can't blame me."

Looking in the direction of Muyu Island, the smile on Liao Yonghuai's face faded, leaving only a hint of coldness.

"If the River Governor's Office takes action, Iron Man Tu will definitely die. Even the Gao family can't pursue anything, after all, the one in the River Governor's Office is from the Lu family."

"But now that Iron Man Tu is dead, perhaps I should take action to support another force. If there are no bad guys, how can I, as the county magistrate, protect the country and the people?"

Looking away, Liao Yonghuai fell into deep thought.

At the same time, in Jinsha Valley, Jiang Chen also turned his attention to Muyu Island. Although he had been practicing in seclusion these days, he had also been paying attention to the news on Muyu Island. Before, the spies on the island could still pass on some news through some means, but now they can't.

"There's been no news from Muyu Island. It seems like it's time to go check it out."

"Without sufficient resources, my current cultivation level will not see any significant changes in a short period of time. There is no need to wait any longer."

As his thoughts turned, Jiang Chen, wearing a thousand crane feather robes, rose up on the wind.

"Traveling with the wind, the path of cultivation is really fun..." Jiang Chen raised his sight and looked down at the river, and a sense of pleasure rose in his heart.

Whether it was his own supernatural powers or spiritual practice, he initially studied both for the purest power. Only power could make him feel at ease, but now he has found a different kind of happiness in the process of spiritual practice.

Just as Jiang Chen got up and rushed to Muyu Island, in another direction, the corpse Taoist also approached Muyu Island. He was sitting on a bamboo sedan chair, carried by two zombies, surrounded by yin energy, and walking off the ground.

"I can already feel the Yin energy rising into the sky. It seems the cleansing of the fighting corpse is almost complete."

Arriving at the outskirts of Muyu Island, ignoring the extremely thick fog, the Corpse Taoist turned his gaze towards Muyu Island.

"After twenty years of planning, I finally succeeded in refining the corpse. From now on, practicing Qi cultivation is no longer a vain undertaking. Even the elusive foundation of Dao can be sought..."

With a smug look on his face, he drove away the two zombies and walked into the Wooden Fish Island. As for the white mist lingering around him, he didn't take it seriously. This white mist could make people lose their way. It could stop ordinary people, but it was a complete dream to think that it could stop the Qi-cultivating monks.

Speaking of it, it was he who found the fog-chasing flag and gave it to Tie Ren Tu, so that it would be easier for Tie Ren Tu to establish a foothold in Qinghe County. It can be said that he was very concerned about Tie Ren Tu. Fortunately, his twenty years of hard work were not in vain, and now he finally waited for the moment of harvest.

Looking at the corpse Taoist coming on a bamboo sedan chair, the survivors on Muyu Island were full of surprise. They didn't expect that there would be someone who could break through the white fog and reach Muyu Island. This might mean that they still have a chance to leave this ghost place.

However, no one came forward to approach the Corpse Taoist from beginning to end. After all, it was obvious from the Corpse Taoist's behavior that he was not a good person.

The Corpse Taoist didn't pay any attention to this, thinking it was just some consumables.

"Are you not coming out to greet the master when he arrives?"

With his eyes as fast as lightning, the corpse Taoist locked onto the wooden top. He knew that the Iron Man Butcher was there.

The next moment, a brass bell appeared in his hand. This was the corpse-controlling bell, a magical weapon that he had carefully refined. It now had eighteen levels of magical restrictions and was a great treasure to help him control zombies.

Ding-ling-ling, the true energy flowed, and the corpse Taoist activated the corpse-controlling bell. The sound was a little dull, which made people feel uneasy.

Buzz, the sound of a bell rang in his ears, and the Iron Man Tu, who was still sleeping, was suddenly awakened.

Roar, with an angry roar, carrying indescribable annoyance, he locked onto the location of the corpse Taoist priest. Tie Ren Tu squatted slightly, exerted force with his legs suddenly, and rushed out like a cannonball.

Looking at such a ferocious Iron Man Butcher, the Corpse Taoist was not surprised but happy. It was good that he was ferocious. If he was not ferocious enough, he would not want him.

"It really worked. Let me see how powerful the fighting corpses recorded in the Corpse King Record are."

A thought came to his mind, and the Taoist priest swept his hand across the storage bag and took out a black coffin.

"go with!"

The corpse Taoist made hand gestures and activated the spell.

The next moment, the black coffin opened, and a two-meter-tall zombie with a green face, fangs, and iron-gray body, as if cast from iron, walked out. It was the iron corpse carefully refined by the Corpse Taoist. Not only was it physically strong and could spit out corpse fire, it also had Yin Qi to protect it. Qi-cultivating monks without any powerful means would have a headache when encountering it.

Roaring, his eyes were bloodshot, as if his own kind repels each other. Looking at the Iron Man Slayer rushing towards him, the Iron Corpse immediately went up to him. The next moment, the two monsters collided with each other.

(End of this chapter)