Asking About Longevity Chapter 511

Chapter 511 Signs

Yang Jishan thought for a moment and sighed, "If there are really more than forty iron corpses and five thousand walking corpses, then this should be Lu Chengyun's last family fortune..."

Yang Jishan glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice:

“This is the final battle. Whether we can kill Lu Chengyun and destroy the Corpse King will be decided here. Please stop hiding your secrets.”

　Hide something private?

Mo Hua was startled when he heard this.

 Everyone also has different expressions.

Someone was dissatisfied and said: "Why did Commander Yang say this? We have tried our best in this battle and the casualties are not small. How can we say that we are hiding something for ourselves?"

"good!"

 “This statement from the leader is chilling to our hearts…”

Yang Jishan looked determined and said:

"Many of you here come from big families and sects such as Daozhou, Qianzhou, Kunzhou, etc., or you are connected with Daoting Qixing Pavilion. Your family background and inheritance are extremely deep. Naturally, there are some who are at the bottom of the box. means…"

“These methods are either obtained from family heritage or personal opportunities, and will not be used unless absolutely necessary.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

 Monks all have opportunities and trump cards, this is undeniable.

Yang Jishan continued:

“Now the suppression of the Corpse King has reached the most critical stage.”

 “If this battle is won, everyone will be happy.”

“If we are defeated, let Lu Chengyun escape, let the Corpse King survive, and the Taoist court will blame him. Yang will naturally bear the brunt and will take the blame to the Taoting Division, and everyone present..."

Yang Jishan looked around, "I'm afraid I can't escape the responsibility!"

Yang Jishan's eyes darkened slightly, "...If the Taoist court blames him, the promotion order of the family and sect within a hundred years will be greatly delayed."

"And among you, some monks who are from Daozhou and have connections with Tianshu Pavilion should know what it means for the Corpse King to survive."

"Once things fail, the responsibility will be heavy. Your family will be held accountable by the Taoist court!"

“Will the clan be angry with you, will they remove your elders, reduce your treatment, and degrade your rights?”

Yang Jishan's eyes were solemn and his tone was cold, "This is not the worst case scenario..."

“The worst-case scenario is that Lu Chengyun becomes so insane that he loses control of the Corpse King and triggers a real, large-scale zombie tide that annihilates Nanyue City and even the entire state.”

 “At that time, the state boundaries will become a corpse world and all living beings will be in ruins...”

"And in the tide of corpses, if by chance a few iron corpses transform into copper corpses, I am afraid that not many of you here will be able to leave this small wilderness state alive!"

Yang Jishan said coldly: "At that time, the means you use to press the bottom of the box can only be used to press the bottom of the coffin..."

"There won't even be a coffin. Either they will be eaten alive and no bones will remain, or they will become wandering corpses, which is worse than no bones..."

Yang Jishan's words made everyone turn pale.

These words, although somewhat alarmist.

 But at present, these things are not impossible to happen...

“Commander Yang, how are you doing?” asked an old monk present.

He is very old and has gray hair. He does not care about himself, but cares about the younger generations in the family.

If he wins this battle, he has made great contributions, and within a hundred years, the family is expected to be promoted.

 These disciples will also be reused.

But if he fails, is held accountable by the Taoist court, and his promotion order is lowered, the hundreds of years of hard work of the three generations of monks in the family will be in vain.

 And the younger disciples of his own group will no longer be valued by the family.

 So even if you die, you must win this battle!

Yang Jishan looked determined and said:

“Relying on the heritage of the family, no longer hiding anything, using all the trump cards, directly killing Lu Chengyun, annihilating the corpse king, and quelling the corpse problem!”

 After speaking, he took out a long gun from his storage bag.

This spear is golden all over, with gold lines on it, and its spiritual power is condensed, giving off an astonishing aura.

As soon as the gun was released, the monks who knew about it changed their expressions.

Yang Jishan said: "This is the second-grade superior spiritual weapon of my Yang family, the Sunset Spear!"

“This spear is expensive, the refining method is special, and it is extremely powerful. Combined with the Yang family's spear skills, with one blow, it can reach the peak of the late foundation building strength, but it is very easy to wear and can only be used three times.”

Yang Jishan looked at the golden gun with some reluctance, but still said solemnly:

"This sunset gun was given to me by my grandfather to save my life. It must not be used until the moment of life or death."

“But this battle has no winner or loser, it's a matter of life and death.”

“Since this is a battle of life and death, I will use this spear to kill Lu Chengyun and kill the Corpse King!”

 Everyone was a little moved.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised. Although he didn't know the origin of the sunset gun, he knew from the looks of everyone that this gun was no small matter.

 It is very possible that even if the battle is won, the credit earned may not be worth the spear.

Yang Jishan set an example, and other monks also pondered.

Yang Jishan was born in the Yang family, commanded the Taoist soldiers, was proficient in the art of war, and was extremely familiar with monks' battles.

He must use his trump card, which means that if he does not use thunderous means to achieve a quick victory, it will definitely lead to great disaster!

 Be sure not to save when you shouldn't.

 Otherwise, lives will be saved...

 After thinking deeply, a monk said:

“Since the commander said so, I don't have to hide anything…”

 He turned his palm, took out a black jade box, and said proudly:

"I was born in the Tang family. I have a second-grade spiritual weapon called the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle. There is a needle hidden in the box. Once it explodes, the spiritual power is like rain and the needle is like pear blossom. It may not be good at dealing with strong enemies, but if it is left behind a corpse The group is extremely lethal..."

 If someone takes the initiative, the rest of the monks will follow the good example.

Even the monk who said at the beginning that he had no secrets showed his trump card.

“I am from the Han family, and I have a spiritual enhancement pill. After taking it, within a cup of tea, my cultivation level will be raised to the middle stage of foundation building…”

"Zhang family, Zhang Zifan, my ancestor gave me a set of raging flames burning the sky..."

“The Dou family, Dou Changbao, has one or two levels of spirit binding nets, which can hold four iron corpses at the same time…”

“My family background is not obvious, but by chance, I got a second-grade high-grade explosive jade talisman, which has the magical power of a late-stage foundation-building monk..."

“There is a clear wind screen below, which can remove... the second-grade iron corpse poison and above..."

Someone finally couldn't help but cursed: "Why the **** didn't you take it out earlier?"

 “How can I give up this **** thing that I use to save my life?”

 “So **** stingy!”

 “I won't use it for you anymore…”

“No…good brother, good big brother, I was wrong, just think I was farting just now…”

There was a lot of noise.

 Basically all the monks present, from different states, different families, and different sects, all showed one or two trump cards.

Yang Jishan silently noted it down and nodded.

He knew that everyone must still have some reservations, but this was also human nature. It was inevitable that everyone would have different intentions when acting in a coordinated manner.

 These trump cards are enough for now.

 Ink painting is also an eye-opener.

 In the previous battle with Taoist soldiers, these families and sect monks provided cover, and their performance was mediocre.

 He thought that these family monks, not to mention poor people, were at least somewhat mediocre.

Only then did I understand the reason:

 First, monks fighting in groups is indeed different from fighting alone, and many methods are difficult to use.

 Second, they all have their own small calculations. They have good things in their hands and do not intend to use them to eliminate the corpse mines.

 The eyes in the ink painting are slightly bright.

This is like shedding wool, as long as you are willing to shear it, there will always be something.

Commander Yang didn't mention these things and he didn't even know about them.

Mo Hua feels that he has gained more knowledge...

 These monks present have different trump cards.

 There are spiritual weapons, elixirs, talismans, formations, spells, etc.

Yang Jishan divided into categories and made overall arrangements.

Be sure to use these methods on the edge of the sword to destroy the zombies and kill the zombie king with one final blow!

After Yang Jishan has made the arrangements, the next step is to understand the topography of the tomb mountain.

On the Daoting side, several foundation-building monks with powerful spiritual consciousness began to scan the tomb with their spiritual consciousness.

 Even though I scanned for a long time, I still couldn't find anything.

 Graves, like mines, are very filthy and hinder spiritual consciousness.

And there are formations everywhere.

 The breath of these formations is obscure, intertwined with the foul smell of the mountains, and it is difficult to distinguish them.

 So the map of mountains and rivers drawn is very crude.

I can only briefly outline the situation of the mountains and rivers, where the corpse energy is strong, where there may be formations, what formations are most likely to be, etc...

This information is vague and not very helpful.

Yang Jishan frowned and suddenly remembered the ink painting. He took this map, found the ink painting, and asked:

“Little brother, can you tell what the formations are in this tomb?”

"Let me see…"

Mo Hua took the map and looked at the gloomy and gray graveyard in the distance. His consciousness moved slightly and he began to make calculations.

While he was calculating and muttering something, he found a piece of paper, scribbled on it, and made corrections.

 The paintings are all things that Yang Jishan cannot understand.

Yang Jishan did not dare to disturb Mo Hua, so he just watched silently. I don't know how long it took, but Mo Hua's eyes brightened and he started marking on the map.

What is marked are the name of the formation, the grade of the formation, the formation patterns, and the precautions for the formation eyes, formation hubs and formation media used.

Even in some places where there was a strong smell of corpses, he probably marked the number of iron corpses and walking corpses.

 The entire cemetery is clearly visible at a glance.

Yang Jishan was stunned.

He wanted to ask Mo Hua, how did you see it, but after thinking about it, he always asked like this, which made him look very disrespectful as a commander.

Moreover, even if Mo Hua said it, would he be able to understand it?

 At least he couldn't understand what Mo Hua said before...

　　That's all, don't use it if you doubt it, don't doubt it if you employ it.

Yang Jishan sighed and felt a little lucky.

 Fortunately, I had this little monk on this trip, otherwise the extermination of the corpse mine might not have gone so smoothly.

After Yang Jishan left, Mo Hua frowned.

There was one thing that made him very confused.

There are many zombies in this graveyard, leaving aside the walking corpses. Where did those iron corpses come from?

 Several nearby state borders are all in the second grade.

 At the second-level state boundary, the upper limit is the foundation-building monks.

Where did Lu Chengyun get these dozens of foundation-building corpses and forge them into iron corpses?

 And these iron corpses were obviously refined very early.

 The older the age, the more poisonous the corpse poison.

Mo Hua frowned and thought hard, and was suddenly startled.

 Xiaolingyin Sect!

He remembered that Yan Jiaoxi said that the Xiaolingyin Sect was once a powerful formation sect in the local area. There were many foundation-building monks in the sect, but it gradually declined.

Until later, Lu Chengyun rebelled against the sect, killed his division and stole the formation, and the Xiaolingyin Sect dispersed.

 After the dispersal, the sect's graveyard was still there.

 In the cemetery, there are also the corpses of the monks who established the foundation of the sect throughout the generations.

Thinking about this, Mo Hua felt awe-inspiring.

He observed these days and found that the iron corpse in the grave and mountains was not strong in addition to the violent corpse poison, and his arms were well -proportioned and his fingers were long.

 Obviously during his lifetime, most of them were formation masters who wrote...

Lu Chengyun's murder of his division was probably not a sudden move, but a long-term plan.

This plot not only includes the Lingshu Formation, but also includes the corpses of the heads and elders of the small Lingyin Sect in the graveyards where no one worships after the sect was defeated and the disciples dispersed.

They killed their masters and destroyed their ancestors, causing the sect to fall, and they also used the ancestors of the sect to refine their corpses...

 In the deep gaze of the ink painting, a cold light gradually condensed:

 “Lu Chengyun…is looking for death!”

Yang Jishan got the detailed map of the tombs and formations, and began to make overall arrangements, hoping to finish his work in one battle, annihilate the corpse king and quell the corpse problem.

 Everything was ready, Mo Hua suddenly found Yang Jishan and said:

 “Uncle Yang, I'll go too.”

Yang Jishan was a little stunned, "What are you going to do?"

 “I want to help.” Mo Hua said.

Yang Jishan was slightly startled, and then his heart felt warm.

 What a good boy, with great abilities and a good heart. No wonder the fifth brother praised him so much.

 But Yang Jishan still shook his head:

"I want you to go too, but this is a life-and-death battle. We have to deal with the Corpse King, and there are so many iron corpses. It's too dangerous. Even for me, there may be disaster, and I can't guarantee that you are safe..."

Mo Hua said: "Uncle Yang, don't worry, my senior brother and senior sister will protect me."

Yang Jishan hesitated and said: "Your junior brother and junior sister are just practicing qi..."

“Although they are Qi refiners, their cultivation is very strong.” Mo Hua said proudly.

Yang Jishan still disagrees, "Is this a life-and-death fight or a melee with zombies? It's different..."

Mo Hua said: "If it really doesn't work, I will hide and run away..."

 Invisibility…

Yang Jishan was shocked when he heard this.

No wonder!

No wonder he can fish in troubled waters and gather information in the corpse mine. It turns out there is a way to hide it.

 This matter has not been mentioned in Mo Hua before, so Yang Jishan did not know about it.

Yang Jishan looked at the ink paintings, his eyes shining.

 Hidden...

It's great that he can still hide...

Then he was a little confused, "You are only good at Qi refining, how could you hide your stealth from Lu Chengyun?"

Mo Hua squinted his eyes and smiled, but did not answer.

Yang Jishan realized that he had made a mistake.

This kind of secret related to the monk's details cannot be disclosed easily.

Yang Jishan immediately said: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

Mo Hua asked, "Then can I go?"

 “This…” Yang Jishan was still a little hesitant. He was suddenly startled and said doubtfully:

“Do you have any other purpose in going to the graveyard?”

Mo Hua didn't hide anything. He nodded and said directly:

“I have some personal grudge with Lu Chengyun, and I want to see him die!”

Yang Jishan was stunned.

Private grudge?

 Is it a personal grudge caused by being locked up in a corpse mine before, or is there some other reason?

Yang Jishan's eyes darkened slightly.

 No matter what the reason was, he didn't want a young monk as old as Mo Hua to put himself in danger.

He was even considering whether to send someone to send Mo Hua out of Nanyue City first, so as not to lose the battle, Nanyue City fell, and Mo Hua was in danger.

 Suppressing corpse evil is an edict of the Taoist court and the duty of the Taoist soldiers. It has nothing to do with ink painting.

 Mo Hua is good at formations and has a good nature. He is a good young man. We cannot let him take such a risk!

Yang Jishan nodded.

 But just when Yang Jishan made up his mind and wanted to refuse, he suddenly felt a sudden fright in his heart.

 In his mind, a picture appeared inexplicably:

 In the picture, the sky is dyed red with blood.

 Lu Chengyun is dead.

 But all the monks present also died.

 He himself had a broken arm, was trampled under the feet of a zombie, and his eyes were full of despair.

This zombie is huge in stature, with blood-colored pupils, looming dark gold, and a terrifying aura.

It raised its arms and roared.

 The mountains and plains are filled with thousands of zombies surrendering...

 A moment later, everything disappeared again.

Yang Jishan's back was soaked with cold sweat, and great panic welled up in his heart:

 “Just...what was that?”

 Is it my own battle-tested intuition?

Is it a sign from somewhere?

 There was still someone who made me see this scene...

Yang Jishan's face was pale and his eyes were frightened.

 “Uncle Yang?”

 A childish voice brought Yang Jishan back to his senses.

Yang Jishan looked up and saw a concerned ink painting.

“Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?” Mo Hua asked worriedly.

Yang Jishan thought for a moment, then forced a smile and said: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired..."

Mo Hua said apologetically:

“Uncle Yang, take a good rest, I won't disturb you anymore.”

Yang Jishan nodded slightly, and just when Mo Hua was about to leave, he suddenly called Mo Hua to stop again.

 “Ink painting.”

Mo Hua turned back doubtfully.

Yang Jishan's eyes narrowed slightly and he said, “You can go.”

Mo Hua was startled for a moment, then he was delighted, "Really?"

Yang Jishan nodded, "But be careful, stay with me and don't wander around. Even if you see Lu Chengyun, don't be impulsive."

 “Yeah, yeah.” Mo Hua nodded repeatedly and said with a smile, “Thank you, Uncle Yang!”

Mo Hua left happily.

Since he agreed to Mo Hua, he asked Mo Hua to go with him.

 The bloody, terrifying, and desperate scene in the sea of ​​consciousness disappeared...

The panic in Yang Jishan's heart gradually calmed down, and he no longer felt the coldness in his hands and feet.

 As if some terrible cause and effect has been cut off.

Yang Jishan could not calm down for a long time.

He looked at Mo Hua's leaving figure, his eyes were shocked, and he thought in disbelief:

"Mo Hua...what is the identity of this little monk?"

　　Thank you to PYHuang, ChanSO, Hanhai Xiaoyao Scholar, and Sang Chen for the rewards~

 (End of this chapter)

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