Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

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In the foggy burial ground of immortals, the breath of death enveloped all directions. Even for a cultivator as strong as that of the Mahayana stage, the range that his spiritual sense could detect was only a few hundred miles.

This is the case even for the Mahayana stage, not to mention those cultivators in the Fusion stage who want to try their luck in the Burial Ground of Immortals.

Even though Song Xuan and his sister were almost indifferent to the fog around them, for other monks who came here to explore and search for treasures, the gray fog was the biggest danger.

The breath of death in the fog is constantly eroding their protective magic power. The Mahayana monks are better off and the impact is not too big, but if the fusion monks don't want to be assimilated by the fog, they can only take drugs continuously to maintain the consumption of magic power.

The high consumption of elixirs is one thing, but the most terrifying thing is that no one knows what is hidden in the mist.

The detection range of the spiritual consciousness of a cultivator in the combined state can only extend to a distance of dozens of meters in this burial ground of immortals. Yes, it is just dozens of meters. In the outside world, no one would dare to believe such a thing, but here, it is so outrageous.

The gap between the fusion and the Mahayana can be seen from this.

The spiritual sense detection range of dozens of meters is not much stronger than the naked eye observation. For cultivators, such a short distance is basically no different from close combat. If they encounter danger, it is difficult to have time to warn and react.

Therefore, most of the combined cultivators from the outside world who enter the Burial Ground of Immortals will act in groups. If one rashly enters here alone, he is simply seeking death.

The God Team is a treasure hunting team led by two monks at the peak of the fusion stage and composed of eighteen monks at the late stage of the fusion stage.

At this moment, the two captains of this team were looking at the map in their hands, comparing it with the team's current location.

"We're lucky. We didn't encounter any powerful villains during this treasure hunt. If we sell the spoils of this trip to the big chamber of commerce, it will be another fortune."

The taller captain pointed to the front right and said with a smile, "According to the map, there is a tombstone of a god ten miles in that direction.

Legend has it that treasures are everywhere beside the tombstones of gods. If you can find one or two, you may have a better chance of advancing to the Mahayana stage in the future! "

As he said this, he put away the map and said with great enthusiasm: "Ever since we were named the God Team, our team has always had good luck. This time, we will definitely return with a full load!

Let’s go! "

After he finished speaking, he didn't hear the usual cheers, feeling a little surprised, and turned around to look.

This sight almost frightened him to death. He saw that a figure several feet tall suddenly appeared in the team, and the whole body was filled with the smell of decay.

Corpse!

A terrifying species in the underworld is a dead monk whose body is infected by the fog of the underworld for many years, and finally forms a special monster.

These monsters are of different strengths. The weak ones can be eliminated by several cultivators in the fusion realm working together, but some are so powerful that even an old monster in the Mahayana realm will have to flee in panic when encountering them.

The tall captain was horrified at the moment. He was able to enter his team silently and suppress the other team members so that they could not move. It was obvious that this was definitely not the kind of weak corpse that could be easily dealt with.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the mouth of the huge corpse, and a terrifying aura of oppression spread.

"Hungry, so hungry~~"

As the voice sounded, the corpse stretched out a hand and grabbed the nearest female cultivator in his hand. Then he flashed and disappeared into the fog.

Then, a creepy chewing sound was heard from within the fog.

"Hungry, hungry~"

The chewing sounds continued, but the roaring "hungry" sounds continued to ring out, as if more corpses had smelled the scent in the unknown fog and were constantly rushing over.

In the crowd, a monk shouted in fear, "Captain, send a signal for help!"

The tall captain hesitated.

According to the customary rules of this underworld, after sending a signal for help, the rescued person must offer all the spoils obtained this time. This time, the spoils of their team of gods are very valuable, and he is reluctant to give them away.

"Don't hesitate, we are surrounded!"

Another deputy captain, who was shorter in stature, pointed to the fog around him. In the gray fog, the figures of seven or eight corpses appeared vaguely.

Seeing this, the tall captain didn't dare to delay any longer. He took out a special jade slip and crushed it suddenly!

This was a specially made jade slip for help that their team had purchased from the Chamber of Commerce at a considerable price before entering the Netherworld.

After the jade slip is crushed, it will indiscriminately send a distress message to the communication jade slips of all cultivators within a certain range. Of course, whether others will come to rescue after receiving the message depends entirely on luck.

And just as the call for help was sent, a giant hand suddenly stretched out from the fog, and a terrifying pressure enveloped it, dragging a young monk who had been frozen in place into the fog.

The chewing sound was heard again.

Everyone in the team was trembling, but no one dared to flee.

Not wanting, but not dare.

These corpses have no self-awareness, only the instinct to eat. If you don't run, they will only catch one prey at a time to eat, but if you run, you will die faster.

There were more and more corpses in the fog, and their roars of hunger were getting louder and louder. The members of the God Team were pale and their eyes were full of fear.

Finished!

They encountered a horde of zombies. It seems that the luck of their God Team has been completely exhausted this time!

hiss~

A giant hand stretched out from the fog again. This time, the rotten giant hand exuded a terrifying pressure, and its target this time was the tall captain.

"My life is over!"

The tall captain closed his eyes in despair. His soul wanted to gather strength, but the magic power around him was suppressed and he couldn't gather it at all. Apart from waiting to die, he had no other choice.

He stood there with his eyes closed resigned to his fate, waiting quietly.

It's just death. He had been mentally prepared since the day he entered the underworld to explore.

It will only hurt for a while, just bear with it and it will pass!

He comforted himself in his heart, but after waiting for a long time, the terrifying giant hand still did not fall. He opened his eyes in surprise, but there was no trace of the giant hand.

what's the situation?

Am I alive?

Chapter 853: Finding a Male Concubine for the Empress

"You were the one who sent the distress signal?"

A clear male voice came to his ears. The tall captain of the God Squad looked up and saw a young man in black clothes walking slowly in the fog.

He didn't have time to take a closer look at the man's appearance, but he noticed at a glance that he was holding a huge head in his hand.

That was the head of a corpse, its eyes were wide open and its mouth was wide open, as if it was still chewing and eating before dying.

"senior!"

The tall captain immediately bent down and said respectfully, "Senior, this is a distress signal sent by this junior."

As he spoke, he handed over a storage ring honestly, "According to the rules, Senior saved us, so all the gains our team has made on this trip will belong to you."

Song Xuan raised his hand and his spiritual sense probed into the storage ring.

There were quite a few things inside, including various ancient treasures, talismans, broken armor, and even many corpses that seemed to be quite powerful when they were alive. They had not yet turned into corpses and were also collected by the team.

Song Xuan scanned it with his spiritual sense, took out a map and a palm-sized object that looked like a piece of iron, and then threw the storage ring back.

"I only need these two items. You can take the rest back!"

Ignoring the other party's numerous thanks, Song Xuan handed the black iron piece to Song Qian.

This item is a fragment of an immortal weapon. Although it is broken, the divinity on it is quite condensed. It is useful for Song Qian to refine the Three Lives Bronze Coffin.

A treasure like the Three Lives Copper Coffin cannot be successfully refined in one go. It requires a long time to refine, and a huge amount of immortal materials and divine materials to cast.

Without great luck and great opportunity, it would be difficult to just refine the Three Lives Copper Coffin into the level of an immortal weapon.

But this time she was lucky. As soon as she went out, she met someone asking for help and got a piece of the immortal weapon fragment. If it was like this all the way, perhaps in this place where immortals were buried, Song Qian could really collect all the materials to upgrade the Three Lives Bronze Coffin into an immortal weapon.

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After the two left, everyone in Team God breathed a sigh of relief after surviving the disaster.

"Captain, next, shall we go to the location of that tombstone?"

"Go to hell!"

The tall captain said unhappily, "There's only one jade slip for help in this underworld. We were lucky this time and met a reasonable senior who rescued us, but what about next time?"

"Alright, let's call it a day!" He waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Let's go home!"

"Okay, let's listen to the captain!"

"Although we encountered some troubles and several team members died, we were lucky to survive. This time we gained a lot. After I go back and exchange the harvest for resources, I will prepare to retreat!"

Everyone cheered and turned to leave.

In the team, a young woman stared at the direction where Song Xuan left and whispered, "That senior just now was really good-looking!"

"What nonsense are you thinking about!"

The tall captain patted her shoulder and advised, "We can't afford to worry about that kind of person. Don't get yourself into trouble!"

The woman smiled slightly and said nothing more. But when she turned around, she was holding a communication jade slip in her hand, and her lips moved slightly, as if she was conveying a message to someone.

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In the underworld, in a valley, in a hidden cave.

A man and a woman were making love, and their passionate and high-pitched voices seemed to be about to break through the soundproofing formation and be transmitted outside at any time.

After an unknown amount of time, the sounds in the cave gradually died down, and the rustling sound of someone dressing could be heard.

"Master, after being enlightened by your Buddhist teachings, I feel that my understanding of Buddhism has become much clearer."

The woman's face flushed as she leaned against the man's chest with a look of satisfaction on her face.

The man was handsome, with his chest half uncovered. He was wearing a gorgeous monk's robe, and his shiny head did not affect his appearance at all.

Listening to the soft murmurs of the woman in his arms, the man subconsciously rubbed his waist and chuckled softly, "As long as the princess likes it, it means my Buddhist scriptures have not been read in vain!"

"I like it, of course I like it!"

The woman stared at her with her big, watery eyes. "In this life, I only love you, Master!"

Just as she was about to say a few more sweet words, her expression suddenly changed. She took out a communication jade slip and placed it against her brow to sense it. Then, the figure of a man in a black robe appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness.

Looking at the image of the person sent to her by her spy, and then looking at Master Bian Ji who was holding her in his arms, Princess Gao Yang suddenly felt that the master in his arms was not so attractive anymore!

"What's wrong? What happened?"

As if sensing the slight change in the woman in his arms, Monk Bianji whispered, "If you run into trouble, although I am not very talented, I do have some magical powers. If it is not convenient for the princess to take action, I can do it for you."

As a contemporary Buddhist disciple of the ninth-level Mahayana sect, Monk Bian Ji's Buddhist practice is extremely extraordinary. At the age of just over three hundred, he has already entered the Mahayana stage of cultivation that most cultivators in the world look up to.

Not only is his cultivation powerful, but he also has countless Buddhist treasures on him.

This is also the reason why he dared to steal the princess of the dynasty and make love with her in such a dangerous place as the underworld.

Princess Gaoyang got up from Monk Bian Ji's arms, tidied her clothes, and recounted what had just happened.

"I have some spies under my command, scattered everywhere. One is to gather intelligence from all sides, and the other is to find men for our Empress!"

As she spoke, there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of her mouth, "Poor my royal brother, he treated Wu Zhao like a treasure, but just a few years after she went astray in her cultivation and died, she couldn't wait to become emperor.

I don’t know what my father was thinking, but he actually approved of Wu Zetian’s usurpation of the throne.

But there is no way. Wu Zhao's enthronement is a fact. She is now in power and full of ambition. Although I am a royal princess, if I want to get more resources for cultivation, I can only find ways to please her.

So, after learning that the Empress was fond of men, I sent out many of my men to search for outstanding men.

Bian Ji said, "So, the princess has found the right person?"

Princess Gaoyang nodded. "My subordinates reported that while adventuring in the underworld, his expedition team was surrounded by underworld corpses. Fortunately, they were lucky enough to be rescued."

As she spoke, she handed the jade slip of communication to Monk Bian Ji. The monk took the slip and sensed it. After seeing the image of the man inside, he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

"I have to say, this person's figure and appearance are perfect, especially the aura of a superior. Even a humble monk cannot learn that."

He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, Princess, this person can rescue people from the swarm of corpses. His strength is definitely not bad. If there is no accident, he should also be a Mahayana level existence.

The princess wants to send this man to the empress as a male concubine. To put it bluntly, this is a bit wishful thinking! "

Chapter 854: Sea of ​​Bitterness: His name is Han Li, alias Li Feiyu, you can feel free to take action!

"I know it's very difficult, but it's precisely because of that difficulty that it shows my sincerity!"

Princess Gaoyang's eyes were filled with eagerness. "Just tell me, would Her Majesty be ecstatic upon seeing a man like this?"

Monk Bianji was silent for a moment, then nodded, "I have to admit, even from a man's perspective, this person is truly perfect.