Uncle Nine: Scattering beans to create soldiers? I'm using plants and trees to create soldiers.

The crescent moon hangs high in the sky.

The cool moonlight spilled into the mountains, illuminating the rugged path in a grayish-white light.

Lin Xuan walked at the front, with Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai following closely behind.

"Qiu Sheng, tell me, which sect came up with this evil technique of refining gods from corpses?"

As Wencai hurried on his way, he continued to ponder the origins of the evil cultivators behind the scenes.

"What else could it be but a cult?" Qiu Sheng said casually.

"Do you even need to tell me?!" Wen Cai rolled his eyes. "I mean, which specific cult?"

"Even Master hasn't figured it out, do you think I would?" Qiu Sheng glanced at him sideways, speechless.

"I have a feeling..." Wen Cai clapped his hands and said, "They might be from the White Lotus Sect!"

Qiu Sheng glanced at him sideways. "Why the White Lotus Sect?"

Wen Cai argued confidently, "The White Lotus Sect has the most branches, with a whole bunch of different sects and lineages. If it's an evil technique that we haven't seen before, we can guess it's from them, and we're probably right."

Qiu Sheng stared at Wen Cai for a long time without saying a word.

Wen Cai felt a little guilty under his gaze and subconsciously touched his cheek. "Why are you looking at me like that? Am I wrong?"

Qiu Sheng suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder heavily, sighing earnestly, "Not bad, Wen Cai. I never thought that someone as dense as you would actually have some brains."

"screw you!"

Wen Cai slapped his hand away, angrily retorting, "What do you mean you have some brains? I'm definitely smarter than you!"

"Hehe~~ Wencai, one should know one's own limitations!"

"What do you mean by that?! Are you saying I didn't?"

"You said it yourself!"

"you......"

As the two were talking, the wind in the mountains suddenly picked up.

call--

A strong wind swept through the treetops, causing the canopy to shake violently, and countless branches and leaves rubbed against each other, creating a sound like waves crashing.

The bright moonlight in the distance quickly dimmed.

Large patches of dark clouds surged in from the horizon, gradually swallowing the high-hanging crescent moon.

A blinding flash of lightning tore through the clouds, illuminating the distant, rolling mountains.

Boom!

A muffled rumble of thunder came from afar.

The rumbling thunder echoed continuously among the mountains, startling flocks of birds in the forest into flight.

Lin Xuan stopped and looked up in the direction from which the lightning was rising, his brows furrowing slightly.

Just a moment ago, the moon was bright and the stars were few.

In the blink of an eye, dark clouds loomed overhead.

The thunder came too suddenly.

Moreover, the dark cloud was only pressing down in the southwest, and the surrounding night sky remained clear, which did not seem like an ordinary celestial phenomenon.

The next moment, a gust of wind swept by.

A figure appeared silently beside Lin Xuan.

"Ouch!"

Wen Cai was so startled by the sudden appearance of Uncle Jiu that he jumped back and almost fell into the bushes next to him.

"Master, why did you suddenly appear?"

Uncle Nine ignored him, and just looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

"Something has happened to that water vein."

"All the trigger talismans I left nearby were just activated."

Lin Xuan's expression darkened slightly.

The activation of one or two talismans could also indicate that someone has broken in.

The simultaneous activation of all the talismans is clearly no ordinary event.

Looking at the flashing lightning in the distance, Lin Xuan said in a deep voice, "Judging from this, could it be that something inside the formation has escaped?"

Uncle Nine nodded slowly.

"That's highly likely."

"That lightning bolt just now wasn't an ordinary heavenly lightning bolt, but rather a vertical lightning bolt attracted by the collision of water veins and earth energy."

"The appearance of lightning in the ley lines often indicates a serious problem with the underground sealing of that water vein!"

Uncle Nine glanced down at the compass in his hand.

The wildly spinning magnetic needle suddenly stopped, pointing straight towards Lingxi Village.

A layer of fine water droplets appeared on the surface of the needle tip.

"You three, hurry up and get to Lingxi Village first!"

Uncle Nine put away the compass and said in a solemn voice.

"Yes, Master!" As soon as Lin Xuan finished speaking, Dao Qi surged beneath his feet, and his figure suddenly shot out.

"Senior Brother, wait for us!"

Wen Cai shouted and quickly took off after him.

Qiu Sheng was much faster than him, and in a few leaps he left him behind.

"Qiusheng! Don't leave me!"

……

Before half a cup of tea.

Lingxi Village.

This is a village that has been abandoned for many years.

Outside the village grow towering ancient trees, their lush canopies blocking out the already thin moonlight.

Most of the houses in the village have collapsed.

The weeds were knee-high, and vines climbed all over the broken walls, some even hanging down into the rooms from the damaged roof.

In the silent, deserted village, not a single insect chirp or bird call could be heard.

A middle-aged man wearing a yellow overcoat emerged from the woods.

He stood at the village entrance, looked around, and his face quickly darkened.

"Something's not right!!"

"How can the yin energy in Lingxi Village be so strong?!"

The middle-aged man murmured, his brows furrowing slightly.

When he came to inspect the village a few days ago, although the village was filled with a strong sense of yin energy, it was not nearly as serious as it is now.

Now, the weeds and wildflowers near the village entrance are all growing upwards as if they've gone mad.

The large blades of grass were crowded together, almost completely obscuring the original road.

The middle-aged man looked down and found that the veins of the leaves had turned black.

A light mist enveloped the leaves, and even the entire village was shrouded in a thin mist.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression changed.

This must be a serious problem with the formation in the cave, which is why the Yin energy is leaking out so severely!

The middle-aged man felt anxious and hurriedly walked towards the center of the village.

He walked through some dilapidated houses and came to a dry well.

The mist here had thickened into a light inky black, especially around the well, where the ground, vines, and weeds had all turned pitch black and emitted a nauseating stench.

He reached out and grabbed the well rope lying to the side, intending to go down the rope.

But as soon as he applied force, the rope made a soft sound.

Snapped!

The well rope broke in the middle, and the rotten end fell directly into the well.

The middle-aged man's face grew increasingly grim. Even the well rope had been corroded by the yin energy to this extent; the problems below were probably more serious than he had anticipated!

He took a deep breath, took two steps back, circulated his magical power, and then leaped into the dry well.

The wind howled in his ears, and thick black mist surged rapidly upwards along his body.

A few breaths later, the middle-aged man bent his knees slightly and fell heavily to the bottom of the well.

boom!

Small pebbles flew in all directions.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw that the bottom of the well was almost pitch black.

The damp, earthy smell mingled with the stench of corpses, making one want to vomit.

Amidst the churning black mist, the middle-aged man vaguely saw a faint blue light flickering ahead.

The light flickered, as if it might go out at any moment.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted. "A water vein diagram!"

Could there be a problem with the water vein map?

His heart tightened, and he hurriedly ran towards the cave behind the well wall.

tick-

tick-

Water droplets continuously fell from the cave ceiling, splashing into the shallow water on the ground.

The deeper one goes, the denser the black fog becomes.

The blue light gradually became clearer.

Before long, a man-made stone chamber appeared before him.

In the center of the stone chamber, a scroll floated in the black mist.

At this moment, the scroll has been fully unrolled.

Pale blue light flowed slowly along the paper, like tiny rivers.

In the very center of the painting is a Dragon King Temple built over the water.

Seven waterways meander from different directions around the temple, eventually converging below the Dragon King Temple.

As the water shimmers, the entire painting seems to breathe slowly, exuding a mysterious aura.

The middle-aged man's tense expression relaxed slightly when he saw that the water vein map was still hanging in the same place.

"fine."

"The water vein map wasn't taken..."

However, his voice stopped abruptly the next moment.

Using the blue light emitted by the water vein diagram, the middle-aged man finally saw the scene around the stone chamber.

The seven coffins that were originally buried around the painting are now all exposed above ground.

The lids of each coffin had been pushed open a crack.

Wisps of black mist were constantly billowing out from inside the coffin.

The color drained from the middle-aged man's face instantly.

"Oh no..."

The moment those two words flashed through his mind, the surrounding black mist suddenly began to churn violently.

Before he could turn and run away, an invisible force wrapped around his limbs and lifted him off the ground.

"What is that?!"

The middle-aged man struggled desperately, and the evil energy within his body circulated rapidly.

But the surrounding black mist seemed to have found an outlet, frantically drilling into his body through his eyes, ears, nose and mouth.

"Ugh—!"

A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the stone chamber.

The middle-aged man's originally rosy cheeks turned black at a visible speed.

The skin quickly became dry and shriveled, and the eye sockets became deeply sunken!

In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a robust middle-aged man into a skin-and-bones mummy.

puff!

Seven streams of blood burst forth from his body.

Blood gathered in mid-air, forming seven fist-sized blood spheres, which flew toward the seven coffins surrounding the stone chamber.

The blood sphere fell into the coffin and was instantly absorbed by the corpse inside.

hum-

An invisible wave spread out from inside the coffin.

Click!

Click!

All seven coffins shook simultaneously.

The next moment, the coffin lid suddenly exploded, turning into countless wood chips that flew in all directions.

A large amount of black mist gushed out of the coffin, instantly enveloping the water vein diagram hanging in the center of the stone chamber.

The blue light on the surface of the water vein pattern flickered violently.

The seven water veins in the painting twist and turn, seemingly trying their best to resist the erosion of the black mist.

However, as more and more black energy poured into the painting, the originally bright blue light quickly dimmed.

pat!

The water vein diagram, which had been suspended in mid-air, lost its power and fell to the ground.

Just then.

Above the deserted village, dark clouds completely obscured the moon.

A blinding white light suddenly illuminated the world.

Boom!

A thick bolt of lightning struck down from the clouds and slammed into the dry well.

The brickwork at the wellhead shattered on the spot!

The entire deserted village suddenly trembled, and clouds of dust rose from the ruins of the houses.

The underground stone chamber also shook violently.

Gravel fell in a rustling sound, and fine, dense threads of lightning burrowed into the ground along the damp well walls, wandering wildly around the stone chamber.

The crackling lightning illuminated the seven broken coffins.

Amidst flashes of lightning, the seven female corpses dressed in tattered clothes slowly sat up.

Their skin was bluish-black and swollen, and their long, wet hair clung to their faces.

Two pairs of eyes opened simultaneously, their pupils devoid of any consciousness, filled only with intense ferocity.

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe, who was hanging in mid-air, was completely lifeless.

As the black mist dissipated, his shriveled corpse fell heavily to the ground.

The seven female corpses stiffly turned their heads and looked towards the exit of the stone chamber.

The next moment, they both climbed out of the coffin.

……

It is dozens of miles away from Lingxi Village.

In a huge underground cave, candlelight flickers.

The cave walls are carved with a large number of lotus patterns.

Dozens of memorial tablets were neatly arranged on the stone platform, with a dim yellow oil lamp lit in front of each tablet.

The yellow-robed disciple in charge of guarding the area was sitting cross-legged to one side.

Suddenly, one of the memorial tablets began to tremble violently.

Two characters are engraved on the memorial tablet.

Zhang San!

The disciple in the yellow robe suddenly opened his eyes, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

Before he could react, the memorial tablet shattered with a bang.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the oil lamp in front of the memorial tablet went out.

The yellow-robed disciple's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stood up.

"Zhang San is dead?"

"Wasn't he sent to check the watercourse map of Lingxi Village? How could he suddenly die?"

He stared at the broken memorial tablet, his eyes shifting constantly.

"Could it be that the Xuanmen people found that place and killed him?"

"No, we have to report this immediately!"

He turned and was about to run outside.

But just then, a terrified scream suddenly came from the other side of the cave.

"Something terrible has happened!"

"Oh no! The Seven Mystic Corpses have gone out of control!"

Upon hearing the commotion, the nearby disciples' expressions changed, and they quickly rushed towards the direction from which the sound came.

The group passed through a narrow passageway and entered another stone chamber.

An altar was placed in the center of the stone chamber.

Above the altar, seven jet-black scales floated in mid-air, trembling up and down.

On the surface of each scale, a faint line of blood shimmers.

"What happened?"

Why did the life scales of the Seven Mysterious Corpses become like this?

The crowd gathered around in surprise and uncertainty, but no one dared to approach rashly.

The next moment, all seven black scales stopped trembling simultaneously.

Click!

A crack appeared on the surface of one of the scales.

Immediately afterwards, the dense cracks quickly spread to the remaining six scales.

boom!

The seven life scales exploded simultaneously to everyone's horror, scattering black fragments all over the ground.

The entire stone chamber fell into a deathly silence.

One of the disciples turned pale and muttered, "It's over..."

"The Seven Mysterious Corpses were the divine embryos that Elder Li had been cultivating, but now they have all gone out of control."

"If Elder Li were to blame us, how could we possibly bear the consequences?"

Another person asked urgently, "How could it suddenly get out of control? Who is responsible for guarding that position in Lingxi Village?"

The disciple who first discovered the broken memorial tablet was covered in sweat and hurriedly spoke, trembling, "It's Zhang San! But... but Zhang San's life tablet also broke just now. He's completely dead."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions grew even more grim.

People are dead!

The Seven Mysterious Corpses have also gone out of control!

This indicates that there must be a serious problem with the formation in Lingxi Village.

A temple master standing at the front of the crowd had a gloomy face. He stared at the fragments of life scales on the ground for a moment, then turned and glanced at the crowd.

"Five alchemists, come with me immediately to Lingxi Village to investigate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, five figures stepped out from the crowd.

They were all dressed in khaki gowns with a circle of gold runes embroidered on the cuffs, and had identical yellow gourds hanging from their waists.

The sect leader then looked at the remaining disciples and said coldly, "The rest of you keep an eye on the branch altar."

"Before we return, the news of the Seven Corpses going out of control must not be spread."

"Anyone who dares to speak out will be punished according to the rules!"

"yes!"

The disciples quickly bowed their heads in response.

The incense master turned and walked outside.

Five alchemists followed closely behind and soon disappeared into the deep passageway.