Chapter 1061 The Taoist Priest Who Drives Corpses
Qingyang was leaning on a cane, walking forward slowly. In fact, he had no purpose, and he didn't know where he would go. He just wanted to meet other cultivators as soon as possible, so that he could find out where he was now. At the same time, he also wanted to find out where the One-horned Ghost King had landed. It would be best if he could get some healing pills to speed up his healing.
Qingyang was in a hurry now. He was not safe after entering the Fallen Ghost Abyss. The True Lord Shi Fu would definitely not be reconciled. Sooner or later, he would send people to look for him. If he didn't recover his strength as soon as possible, how would he deal with them after they came down? Moreover, surviving in the Fallen Ghost Abyss also depended on strength. In his current state, any Kaimai Realm cultivator could not beat him. More importantly, Yu Mengmiao's life and death was still uncertain, and he was waiting for him to recover his strength and find a way to save her.
After being hit by the Seven Escape Locks, Qingyang's soul was locked, and the Storage Talisman and the Drunken Immortal Gourd could not be opened, and nothing could be taken out. Originally, after killing Shi Ruyu, some of Shi Ruyu's relics could be used, but Qingyang had no place to put them at the time, so he temporarily put them in the Soul Gathering Flag. Later, the two were beaten into the Ghost Abyss by Shi Fu Zhenjun, and the One-Horned Ghost King took the Soul Gathering Flag and fell somewhere. Qingyang couldn't even take out a piece of spiritual stone, let alone healing pills. If he wanted to heal his wounds, he could only find a way to get it from others.
Qingyang walked forward with the branches. At first, his injuries were too severe to move, and he could only walk more than ten miles a day. Later, he moved more and gradually adapted to the surrounding terrain. In addition, his injuries gradually improved, and his speed became faster and faster. On the fifth day, he actually walked more than a hundred miles.
Maybe it was because Qingyang made those herbal pills temporarily, or maybe it was because he was more active and good for his body. In short, Qingyang's physical condition has improved a lot in the past few days. Unlike the first two days, he walked more than he stopped to rest. How to say it? His current mobility is comparable to that of ordinary elderly people in their 50s and 60s.
This area seems to be really deserted. For five consecutive days, Qingyang did not meet a single person, not even a wild animal. Only on the fourth day did he meet a lone old wolf. After a period of entanglement, Qingyang killed it with a trick, and served as a food delivery ambassador in vain.
During these five days, Qingyang also picked two spiritual herbs, one of which had grown for about 40 years, and the other for more than 80 years. If it were in the past, Qingyang would not have taken a fancy to spiritual herbs of this age. This grade of material could only be used to refine some elixirs used by cultivators at the Kaimai and Refining stages, which was not very useful to Qingyang. But now it was different. After he was hit by the Seven Escape Locks, he could not take anything out. He still expected to use this to exchange for things. Moreover, given Qingyang's current situation, it was already good to be able to pick such spiritual herbs.
If the spiritual herbs were not well preserved, the medicinal power would be seriously lost. There was no other way. Qingyang could only dig up the soil on the roots, find a few larger leaves to wrap them up, and put them in his arms.
The sky was getting darker. It was inconvenient to walk at night, and it was easy to encounter unknown dangers. Qingyang found a cave, cleaned it up, and blocked the entrance with branches. Now Qingyang's soul was locked and his golden elixir was broken. Meditation was of no use to him for the time being. Qingyang simply stopped practicing and leaned against the stone wall to close his eyes and rest. It seemed that he had to find a way to make up the golden elixir as soon as possible.
Time passed very slowly, but Qingyang had adapted to it during this period. Besides, he was not completely idle. He still had to deal with the Seven Escape Locks. When he was escaping, the One-Horned Ghost King taught Qingyang the special method he had mentioned to refine the black energy of the Seven Escape Locks.
The One-Horned Ghost King did not have the ability to crack the Seven Escape Locks, but he knew some special methods that could greatly shorten the time it took for the Seven Escape Locks to consume energy. However, this was a slow process that required gradual refining over time. After waking up this time, Qingyang started trying as soon as he had free time, but the time was still short and he had not seen any results yet.
In the blink of an eye, it was midnight. Everything was quiet. The cave was quiet, with only the occasional chirping of insects and birds. After a while, Qingyang, who was leaning against the stone wall, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, then quietly observed the outside through the gaps between the branches at the entrance of the cave.
Soon, there was a clear sound of a gong and heavy footsteps coming from a distance. The sound was getting closer and closer. With the moonlight outside, one could vaguely see a Taoist holding a gong in front of him leading the way, and five figures following closely in a neat line behind him.
As the figures approached, Qingyang gradually saw their appearance. The Taoist was wearing a green cloth robe, straw sandals, a black belt around his waist, a green cloth hat on his head, and holding a gong. Every time he walked a distance, he would knock on the gong a few times and sprinkle a few talismans.
Behind him followed five figures, connected by a straw rope, seven or eight feet apart. Each figure was covered with black cloth and wore a high-top bamboo leaf hat. They followed the Taoist slowly. If you look more carefully, you will find that these five people have no vitality. There is yellow talisman paper on their foreheads, covering the pale face below. The seven orifices are painted with cinnabar, and their bodies are tied with five-colored cloth strips. In other words, these five figures were not living people at all, but five corpses, and the Taoist in front was just using some special means to drive the corpses.
It was late at night, and under the cold moonlight, a Taoist priest was driving five corpses. If an ordinary person saw this horrible scene, he would probably have fainted. But Qingyang didn't care much. What strange things had he not seen in these years? He had fought against the silver-armored zombies in the Yinfeng Extreme Fire Cave, and had lived with the One-horned Ghost King for decades. How could he be afraid of these?
The corpses that the Taoist priest drove were just ordinary people. Even if they turned into zombies, they could at most reach the level of iron-armored zombies equivalent to the cultivators in the Kaimai Realm. They were low-level existences in the world of immortal cultivation and did not pose much threat to Qingyang. As for the Taoist priest who drove the corpses, according to Qingyang's estimation, he was only at the seventh or eighth level of the Kaimai Realm, and could barely be considered a cultivator.
Qingyang had been traveling these days, just to find the cultivators surviving in the Fallen Ghost Abyss as soon as possible, and to find out his position and the situation in the Fallen Ghost Abyss as soon as possible. He didn't expect to meet a Taoist priest who drove corpses in this desolate mountain. After more than a month at the bottom of the abyss, he finally saw a living person.
However, Qingyang did not rush forward. He was seriously injured and could hardly exert his full strength. He was even inferior to the Taoist who drove the corpse. He did not know what kind of person he was. If he had bad intentions, wouldn't he be in trouble? Let's wait and see the situation first.