From waterfowl, it began to transform into the Great Sun Golden Crow.

Chapter 59 The Eternal Corpse Painting, in the end, became a stray dog.

The water blade sliced ​​through the swamp crab.

A foul, fishy smell wafted over.

The offshore swamp crab, which had some connection with Gu Heting, died completely.

Gu Heting sighed softly. Finally, he closed his eyes.

He looked around.

But they found that the surrounding scenery had long since become desolate and empty.

"I'm home."

Although I'm home, it doesn't feel like home anymore.

Walking south along the north side of the road, the surrounding scenery became increasingly terrifying. Gu Heting still remembered the battle with the Fire Salamander.

Look down.

The footprints of the fire salamander are still etched on the ground.

Suddenly, a mournful cry rang out.

The entire earth began to tremble, and scorching flames rose all around. Gu Heting was somewhat surprised that there were living creatures nearby.

Look up.

A gigantic, fiery salamander, covered in wounds, stood in the center. The symbiotic sapling on its back, the one that had once burned, was now extinguished.

His eyes were wide open in anger, staring into the distance.

Half of his body had already perished.

The fiery salamander that had slapped him half to death is now dead. Gu Heting felt a pang of sadness.

Is this guy really dead?

"Do you know you almost killed me?"

This creature is still releasing billowing flames. Even in its dying moments, it remained in an attacking stance. This Fire Salamander fought to its very last breath.

With a whoosh.

The voice was very familiar, like the cry of some kind of creature. At that time, the Ming Cult was very ethereal.

Gu Heting couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

That was the sound of the river-swallowing whale, Li.

"Old Fish, is that you?"

With a hint of delight, Gu Heting stepped forward and parted the tangled weeds. What came into view was a sea of ​​blood.

The riverbank where I was born has long since turned blood red.

A whale is calling out.

"Old...fish."

Guo Heting's entire body was trembling. He closed his eyes, unable to believe what he was seeing.

A rotten river-swallowing fish is swimming in a sea of ​​blood.

His body had long since decomposed.

Beneath the flesh and blood lay stark white bones. Those golden eyes were empty and lifeless. He pounded against the blood and waves.

His entire body trembled uncontrollably.

"What exactly happened?"

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Gu Heting cursed angrily and took several steps back. Until finally, he had nowhere left to retreat. In his mind, an empty voice told him…

Jing Li is dead.

"That's impossible."

Even now, Gu Heting still refuses to believe it. How could Jing Li, who taught him the art of water manipulation, be dead?

Why is this happening?

Above the River-Swallowing Fish floated a scroll. It was Qin Wuxie's Eternal Corpse Painting. The scroll depicted a living hell.

"Ancient Corpse Painting".

"Love is innocent."

Gu Heting roared. For the first time, he felt utterly powerless. This entire blessed land of Dongting had long been transformed into a living hell by Qin Wuxie.

The painting of the eternal corpse suddenly disappeared at this moment.

The corpse of the River Swallowing Fish was also collected into the Eternal Corpse Painting.

Gu Heting knelt on the ground.

It's hard to put into words.

A stone tablet remains on the bank of the lake. Four large characters are engraved on the stone tablet.

[A stray dog.]

The numb customer, Ting, turned around. Her gaze was fixed on those four words. Her throat was so dry she couldn't utter a single word.

Everything around became desolate.

Gu Heting heard a dragon's roar.

A giant dragon crashed to the ground. One of its tails had already been severed. Its massive body slammed into the ground. After trembling for a long while, it opened its dragon eyes wide and stared intently at Gu Heting.

The red dragon closed its eyes.

And even this faint breath.

"It's you." The Illusionary Fire Dragon's voice was very weak. The great battle with Qin Wuxie had exhausted all of its vital essence.

After glancing at Gu Heting.

The Fiery Dragon then fell silent.

Rain and dew mingled, and night had fallen. Gu Heting knelt on one knee, gazing at the illusory fire dragon before him. He summoned his alchemy furnace.

He fed all the elixirs he had treasured to the dragon.

The dragon's breath was becoming increasingly weak.

After taking 12 pills in rotation.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Looking at Gu Heting before him, the Illusionary Fire Dragon thought the little waterbird was a bit silly. It was clearly out of danger. Why had it returned to this place?

The heretical cultivator Qin Wuxie has transformed the entire blessed land of Dongting into a living hell.

No one has ever been to this place.

No one misses this place.

The Illusionary Fire Dragon desperately tried to escape this place. He was already 13,000 years old. He was in the late stage of Core Formation, just one step away from evolving into a fully-formed Great Demon. He had once been a water-dwelling dragon of the human race.

Because of those fortunate opportunities, he achieved considerable success.

Practice in this place.

It was specially chosen by the Illusionary Fire Dragon. Qin Wuxie's arrival shattered this long-standing tranquility. For this, he was willing to protect this tranquility. His war with Qin Wuxie was also for the sake of this blessed land of Dongting Lake.

But what's the little waterbird thinking?

The little waterbird just flapped its tail and flew away. Why did it stay here?

"Aren't you leaving?" the Illusionary Fire Dragon asked.

The little waterbird stared blankly at the enormous dragon before it and shook its head.

"I don't want to leave here."

He looked at the somewhat pathetic little waterbird. His gaze drifted towards the marshland. The marshland had been polluted by the ancient corpse painting.

She gave a soft hum.

He then said to the little waterbird, "You're the one who appeared with that old fish. That river-swallowing fish has taken on a little brother."

"It's you, isn't it? I saw you the other day. Come pick some peaches from my Sky Tree. It's a pity, that tree has rotted away and can no longer bear spirit fruit."

In fact, the Illusionary Fire Dragon was just trying to talk to him.

The spiritual fruit was no longer important to him.

But the little waterbird looked into his eyes and shook its head: "I came to see Old Fish. But why did everything turn out like this?"

Senior, do you know a way to turn the old fish back to normal?

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The Illusionary Fire Dragon suddenly fell silent.

He closed his eyes. He clicked his tongue. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I think you should let him go."

"His soul is gone, his body is gone. All traces of his existence have been erased. He is now nothing more than a tool used by that evil cultivator."

Do you know about the Eternal Corpse Painting?

The little waterbird nodded.

His Phoenix-Bearing Book grants him omniscience. He also records everything in the Eternal Corpse Painting, including matters of life and death.

The book with the phoenix in its beak has been marked.

"I didn't expect you to know."

"It's a heretical cultivation tool that can turn everything into deathly stillness. I've heard it's the supreme treasure of the demonic sects, passed down only to the holy sons of the demonic path."

The man who exchanges goods, Jiaolong, has been to many places in his early years.

There is a demonic sect called the Blood Demon Sect.

The Blood Demon Sect possesses a magical artifact, the Eternal Corpse Painting.

Ordinary people must train humans to become walking corpse puppets.

He needs to be infused with evil energy to obliterate his soul.

It lasted for 49 days and nights.

Made from blood and evil thoughts.

Of course, this is just the practice of ordinary heretical practitioners.

There is also a ritual implement.

It is indeed the painting of an ancient corpse.

It doesn't need to be forged with resentment; its very existence is a combination of extreme resentment. All it takes is to contain everything in the world within it.

Whether human or cultivator.

It's only a matter of time before he becomes a corpse monster.