Chapter 511 Signs

Yang Jishan pondered for a moment and sighed, "If there are really more than 40 iron corpses and 5,000 walking corpses, then this should be the last of Lu Chengyun's assets..."

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 depends on this battle. Please don't hide anything."

Hide anything?

Mo Hua was stunned when he heard this.

Everyone also had different expressions.

Someone was dissatisfied and said: "Why did Commander Yang say that? We did our best in this battle and suffered heavy casualties. How can you say that we are hiding something?"

"That's right!"

"Commander, what you said is disappointing..."

Yang Jishan said with a firm look:

"Many of you here are from big families and sects such as Daozhou, Ganzhou, and Kunzhou, or they are related to the Daoting Qixing Pavilion. Your family background and inheritance are extremely deep, so naturally you all have some tricks up your sleeve..."

"These tricks are either from family background or from personal opportunities. They will not be used unless it is absolutely necessary."

After this, everyone was silent.

It is undeniable that all cultivators have opportunities and trump cards.

Yang Jishan continued:

"Now it is the most critical point to suppress and kill the Corpse King."

"If we win this battle, everyone will be happy."

"If we lose, and let Lu Chengyun escape and let the Corpse King survive, the Dao Court will blame it, and Yang will naturally be the first to bear the brunt and confess to the Dao Court. And all of you present..."

Yang Jishan looked around, "I am afraid you can't escape responsibility!"

Yang Jishan's eyes sank slightly, "...If the Dao Court blames, the promotion order of the aristocratic families and sects within a hundred years will be greatly delayed."

"And among you, some cultivators who came from Daozhou and have roots in Tianshu Pavilion should know what the survival of the Corpse King means."

"Once you fail, the responsibility is heavy. Your family will be investigated by the Dao Court!"

"Will the clan be angry with you, will your elders be removed, and your treatment be reduced? Degrade your rights? "

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

"The worst case is that Lu Chengyun is so crazy that the corpse king loses control, triggering a real, large-scale corpse tide, annihilating Nanyue City and even the entire state."

"At that time, the state will become a corpse world, and all living things will be destroyed..."

"And in the corpse tide, if a few iron corpses are transformed by chance and become copper corpses, I am afraid that few of you here will be able to leave this small desolate state alive!"

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

"There will not even be a coffin. Either you will be eaten alive and your body will be gone, or you will become a wandering corpse, which is worse than no body..."

Yang Jishan's words made everyone pale.

Although these words are a bit alarmist.

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

"Commander Yang, what do you think?" asked an old monk present.

He was very old, with white hair. He cared not for himself, but for the younger generation in the family.

If he won this battle, he would have made great contributions, and within a hundred years, the family would have a chance to be promoted.

Their disciples would also be valued.

But if they lost, they would be held accountable by the Dao Court, and their promotion order would be lowered. The efforts of three generations of cultivators in the family for hundreds of years would be in vain.

And the younger generation of disciples in his own branch would no longer be valued by the family.

So even if he died, he had to win this battle!

Yang Jishan said with a determined look:

"Relying on the family's foundation, no longer hiding, all the trump cards will be played, directly killing Lu Chengyun, destroying the corpse king, and calming the corpse problem!"

After that, he took out a long spear from his storage bag.

This long spear was golden, with gold-plated patterns on it, and the spiritual power was condensed, faintly revealing an amazing momentum.

When this spear came out, the cultivators who knew about it changed their colors.

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

"This spear is precious, the refining method is special, and the power is extremely great. With the Yang family's spear technique, one strike is enough to reach the peak of the late foundation building period, but it is very easy to wear out and can only be used three times."

Yang Jishan looked at the golden spear, a little reluctant, but still said solemnly:

"This Sunset Spear was given to me by my grandfather to save my life. It must not be used unless it is a life-and-death moment."

"But this battle is a matter of life and death."

"Since it is a life-and-death battle, I will use this spear to kill Lu Chengyun and let the Corpse King die!"

Everyone was a little moved.

Mo Hua was also a little surprised. Although he didn't know the origin of this Sunset Spear, he knew from the expressions of everyone that this spear was extraordinary.

It is very likely that even if this battle is won, the credit earned may not be equal to this spear.

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

Yang Jishan was born in the Yang family. He led the Taoist soldiers, was proficient in military tactics, and was very familiar with fighting with cultivators.

He had to use his trump card, which meant that if he didn't use thunderous means to make a quick decision, he would inevitably suffer great disasters!

Don't save when you shouldn't.

Otherwise, you will lose your life...

After a cultivator pondered, he said:

"Since the commander said so, I won't hide it..."

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

"I was born in the Tang family. I have a set of second-grade spiritual weapons called Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needles. The needles are hidden in the box. Once they explode, the spiritual power is like rain and the needles are like pear blossoms. It may not be good enough to deal with powerful enemies, but if it is left behind a corpse The group is extremely lethal..."

If someone starts, the rest of the monks will follow suit.

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

"I was born in the Han family, and I have a spirit-enhancing pill. After taking it, within a cup of tea, your 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 a second-grade spirit binding net that can hold four iron corpses at the same time..."

"My family's family status is not obvious, but by chance, I got a second-grade high-level spiritual 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 hell didn't you take it out earlier?"

"How can I give up this damn thing to save my life?"

"So damn 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..."

…

They were noisy.

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

Yang Jishan silently wrote it down and nodded.

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

These trump cards are enough for now.

Ink painting is also an eye-opener.

In previous Taoist soldiers' battles, these families and sect monks provided cover, and their performance was mediocre.

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

Only then did I understand why:

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

The second is that 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 mine.

Mo Hua's eyes were slightly bright.

It's 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 felt that he had gained more knowledge...

…

The monks present had different trump cards.

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

Yang Jishan divided them into categories and made overall arrangements.

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

After Yang Jishan made the arrangements, the next step was 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.

But after scanning for a long time, I still couldn't find anything.

Graveyards, like mines, have a strong stench that blocks spiritual consciousness.

And there are formations everywhere.

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

Therefore, 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...

The information is vague and not very helpful.

Yang Jishan frowned and suddenly remembered the ink painting. Taking the map, he found the ink painting and asked:

"Little brother, can you tell what 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 calculate.

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

The paintings were all things Yang Jishan couldn't understand.

Yang Jishan didn't dare to disturb Mo Hua, so he just watched silently.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's eyes brightened and he began to mark on the map.

Marked are all the names of the formations, as well as the formation levels, formation patterns, and precautions for the formation eyes, formation hubs and formation mediums used.

He even roughly marked the number of iron corpses and walking corpses in some places where the aura of corpses was strong.

The entire cemetery is visible at a glance.

Yang Jishan was stunned.

He really 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.

And 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, we 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 puzzled him.

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

The nearby state borders are all second-grade.

For the second-grade state boundary, the upper limit is for foundation-building monks.

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

Moreover, these iron corpses were obviously refined very early.

The older the time, 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 area. There were many foundation-building monks in the sect, but it gradually declined.

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

But after the sect dispersed, there was still a cemetery.

In the cemetery, there were still corpses of the sect's foundation-building monks of past generations.

Thinking of this, Mo Hua felt awe-inspiring.

He had observed the iron corpses in the cemetery in the past few days and found that, apart from the strong corpse poison, their bodies were not strong, and their arms were well-proportioned and their fingers were slender.

Apparently, most of them were formation masters who wrote before they died...

Lu Chengyun's killing of his master might not have been a whim, but a long-term plan.

This plan not only included the Lingshu formation, but also the corpses of the head and elders of the Xiaolingyin Sect in the cemeteries where no one worshipped after the sect was defeated and the disciples dispersed.

He killed his master and ancestors, causing the sect to fall, and even used the ancestors of the sect to refine corpses...

In Mo Hua's deep eyes, a cold light gradually condensed:

"Lu Chengyun... is looking for death!"

...

Yang Jishan got a detailed map of the cemetery and the battle formation, and began to make overall arrangements, hoping to achieve success in one battle, destroy 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 surprised, "What are you going to do?"

"I want to help." Mo Hua said.

Yang Jishan was slightly startled, and then his heart was warmed.

What a good child, with great ability and good heart, no wonder the fifth brother praised him so much.

But Yang Jishan still shook his head:

"I also want you to go, but this is a life-and-death battle. It's too dangerous to deal with the corpse king and so many iron corpses. Even if it's me, it's possible that I'll be in danger. I can't guarantee that you'll be safe..."

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

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

"Although they are refining qi, their cultivation is very strong." Mo Hua said proudly.

Yang Jishan still disagreed, "This is a life-and-death fight, or a melee with zombies, it's different..."

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

Invisible...

Yang Jishan was shocked when he heard it.

No wonder!

No wonder he could fish in troubled waters and gather information in the corpse mine. It turns out that there are hidden means.

Mo Hua had never mentioned this matter before, so Yang Jishan didn't know about it.

Yang Jishan looked at Mo Hua with shining eyes.

Hiding...

You can actually hide... That's great...

Then he was a little confused, "You are just a Qi Refiner, how can you hide your hiding skills from Lu Chengyun?"

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

Yang Jishan then realized that he had spoken out of turn.

This kind of secret about the cultivator's background cannot be easily revealed.

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

Mo Hua said: "Then can I go?"

"This..." Yang Jishan was still a little hesitant, he was suddenly startled, and asked in confusion:

"Do you have any other purpose for going to the grave mountain?"

Mo Hua did not hide it, nodded, and said directly:

"Lu Chengyun and I have some personal grudges, I want to watch him die!"

Yang Jishan was stunned.

Private grudge?

Is it the personal grudge that was formed when he was locked up in the corpse mine before, or is there another reason?

Yang Jishan's eyes sank slightly.

Whatever the reason, he didn't want a young cultivator of Mo Hua's age to take risks.

He even considered whether to send someone to send Mo Hua out of Nanyue City first, so as to avoid losing this battle, Nanyue City being lost, and Mo Hua being in danger.

Killing the evil corpses was the decree of the Dao Court and the duty of the Dao soldiers, and it had nothing to do with Mo Hua.

Mo Hua knew the formation and had a good character. He was a good seedling. We couldn't 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 shock in his heart.

A picture suddenly appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness:

In the picture, the sky was stained red with blood.

Lu Chengyun was dead.

But all the cultivators present were also dead.

And he himself, with one arm broken, was stepped on by a zombie, his eyes full of despair.

This zombie was huge, with blood-red pupils, dark gold, and a terrifying breath.

It raised its arms and roared.

All over the mountains and plains, thousands of zombies surrendered...

...

In a moment, everything disappeared again.

Yang Jishan's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he was filled with great fear:

"Just now... what was that?"

Is it his intuition from a long battle?

Is it a sign from the unknown?

Or is it someone who made me see this scene...

Yang Jishan's face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.

"Uncle Yang?"

A childish voice brought Yang Jishan back to his senses.

Yang Jishan looked up and saw Mo Hua with a concerned look on his face.

"Uncle Yang, what's wrong with you?" Mo Hua said worriedly.

Yang Jishan thought for a moment and smiled reluctantly: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired..."

Mo Hua said apologetically:

"Then Uncle Yang, you should have a good rest, I won't disturb you."

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

"Mo Hua."

Mo Hua looked back in confusion.

Yang Jishan looked at him and said, "You can go."

Mo Hua was startled, then delighted, "Really?"

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

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

Mo Hua left happily.

And 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 subsided, and he no longer felt cold in his hands and feet.

It was as if some terrible cause and effect had 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?"

Thanks to PYHuang, ChanSO, Hanhai Xiaoyao Scholar, and Sang Chen for the tips~