Chapter 1006 Attack (3)

Han Zhong observed for a while with his own method, and said: "It's really abnormal. Although I can't see what's inside, I have a bad feeling in my heart." This is his intuition as a general.

Huang Chao laughed, pointed at the sinister landscape in front of him and said, "Do you think it's over if these poisonous insects are burned to ashes by the monk who doesn't quit? Although the other party's Gu skills are not that great, they have collected a lot of things over the years. The road is even more difficult. In addition to this group of poisonous insects, there are also a series of arrangements such as zombies, ghosts, miasma, and killing arrays. The White Lotus Sect has been operating for many years. If there is no such thing in hand, I have to suspect that their leaders are all pocketed. gone."

Han Zhong gasped when he heard this, but Daoist Mingyang said it so clearly, he must know the specific situation: he is not worried at all, could it be that he was prepared? He hurriedly asked, Huang Chao smiled meaningfully: "I am here this time to escort, so that you rookies can train safely."

Han Zhong thought of the Confucian scholars from the capital and the monks invited from all over the world in the team, and he vaguely understood Huang Chao's meaning: everyone has experienced life and death together and won victory. This kind of growth and sense of belonging is what the grand master wants. And the White Lotus Sect happened to be the tool for this process.

"I don't know how capable this Mingyang Daoist is. Judging by his tone, he is already convinced of the White Lotus Sect." Han Zhong himself couldn't see Huang Chao clearly, knowing that he was far stronger than himself. Confucian scholars are righteous and upright, which makes it difficult for them to be deceived. Han Zhong couldn't see clearly the Taoist priest Mingyang, which meant that the other party was "two levels" higher than him.

Similarly, the monks who read Fengshui and divination in the team also discovered the evil here. A Taoist with a goatee walked up to Huang Chao and said, "Fellow Mingyang, do you see it? The few of us After discussing, I feel that there may be a large area of ​​corpses set up by Taoism. In my opinion, we have to prepare in advance."

"Pass down the order, there is a corpse raising place ahead, everyone takes the raw glutinous rice bags in their hands, and distributes the peace talisman to everyone's hands. The logistics of each team, put the chicken blood bag I asked for earlier, In unexpected situations, you can shoot forward."

"How about this arrangement? If the Taoist priest has any other opinions, please also say it."

"Heh, Fellow Daoist Mingyang is really happy. It's interesting. I'm going to talk about everyone's thoughts. In our opinion, the other party has turned this place into a dark and dangerous Feng Shui. In it, not only poisonous things are cultivated, but zombies, I'm afraid there are other things. Beast-shaped monsters. We have to be careful where we step, it is best to cut out a road, clear the weeds, and carve suppression talismans along the way, so as to ensure that we have a retreat."

Huang Chao grinned, and carefully counted the Taoist who was speaking. Although this person was also wearing Taoist robes, he seemed uncomfortable. It was not the uniform he was used to. There is a kind of person who looks at Feng Shui, and what he does is exactly the opposite of looking for a cemetery. Huang Chao said happily: "Fellow Daoist? My friend, are you trying to fight for money? Hearing your pattern, I thought of entering a big curtain and making arrangements in the tomb passage along the way..."

"hey-hey,

Fellow Daoists, don't talk too much. I also know that the army operates in the mountains and forests and has its own rules. Hey, this is my own opinion. Brother, I have washed my hands in the golden basin for many years, hehehe. Huang Chao guessed his identity, and Captain Mojin, who was pretending to be a Daoist, smiled brightly, revealing a golden tooth. It is a magic weapon specially used to restrain the curse of the cemetery, and it has the same effect as the black dog tooth.

Huang Chao thought "seriously": Sure enough, you will know your own shortcomings only after actual combat. I passed down the "Haoran Sword Art" in Confucianism before. Invulnerable to ultra-range magic. But in such a complex terrain, there are still some inadaptability.

It is true that Confucian scholars who have mastered the "Hao Ran Sword Art" can eliminate enemies here and there, but the terrain in the mountains is complex, and the opponents often use spells to arrange them, and even the natural terrain has been changed. The monks in the team didn't see it. Huang Chao had already seen that there were many seemingly normal lands in the mountains, but they were all rotten swamps with a lot of rotting and broken corpses buried in them. This is not a serious zombie, but the refining cost is much lower because of this, Huang Chao can think of the opponent's routine, wait for his own people to find their way in the swamp, and countless corpses crawl out of the surrounding puddles...

Those intact corpses were not roughly buried in the ground, and each had its own coffin. Most of them were ordinary zombies, and a few were combined with ghosts to form more powerful ghouls. Feeding the body with zombies and using ghosts as the soul, Huang Chao reckons that the soul and the corpse were originally a set, but now they have been practiced as one, and have a ferocious self-awareness. I am afraid this is the road to longevity they are happy about.

Everyone in the evil sect will always do this kind of thing. Because you can't practice growing up while you're alive, you put your energy after death, training the corpse to make it not bad, and making the ghost into a ghost, and the two are being raised together. Manipulating one's own corpse is, to some extent, the same as being alive. It's really deceiving oneself and others, and there is a way to die. During this process, they did a lot of unconscionable things, resulting in innumerable karma. They would not even be able to reincarnate if they died, and their souls would fly away. And because of karma, letting them be abandoned by the general trend is like "bad luck", and this thing cannot succeed.

It wasn't thunder from the sky, but they were abandoned by fate by coincidence. For example, this time, they got into trouble with Huang Chao. This is the fate of being punished by heaven.

"Fellow Taoist Mingyang, don't move forward, it's full of Gu poison!" The sword monk shouted loudly.

"Stop." Huang Chao waved his hand, and the order rang in everyone's ears. Everyone ordered to stop, and they stopped immediately when they heard Huang Chao's words. Huang Chao shouted: "Monk, don't quit! What's the situation ahead?"

Without refraining from using lightness kung fu, he came to Huang Chao's side in a few steps. He frowned, looking at his wine gourd and worrying: "Mingyang fellow Taoist, you should also be able to see that the forest ahead is not right. I have talked to Miao Jiang before. The people over there have dealt with each other. In front of us is a thousand-thread poison formation. There are not only five poisons in it, but also many tiny and difficult-to-see Gu insects. They are occasionally illuminated by light, like silk threads floating in the air , once these bugs enter the human body, they will eat people and reproduce rapidly, and the corpses will explode and infect the surroundings... It is unimaginable that someone in our army will be recruited!"

The Taoist priest who touches the gold can see that there are zombies ahead from the mountain. This is a long-distance forecast, and Huang Chao and the others are still far away from the corpse raising place. The monk who didn't quit came to look forward to seeing that something was wrong. Combined with the poisonous insects he had killed before, he confirmed this bad guess.

"Fortunately, in order to let everyone maintain the tradition, I didn't abandon the training of the six arts of gentlemen." Huang Chao turned his head and looked at the imperial envoy team on one side. They were the backbone of his subordinates he had transferred from the Beijing Academy. He asked easily, "Boys, are you still shooting arrows?"