Chapter 187 Grave Soil

"Everyone should be careful and don't disperse. It's not good to be killed by the Qingyuan Sect disciples who are crazy about killing!" Wang Hao couldn't help but speculate about the Qingyuan Sect with the greatest malice. They might really do such a thing.

"It's right!" Qian Jiatao agreed with this. He had seen Wang Hao's fighting ability. He was like a god of war, and he felt safe.

They chose one or two foundation-building targets to intercept, instead of those in groups of three or five. This not only ensured the benefits, but also avoided accidents.

With four foundation-building people and Wang Hao not hiding his strength, the opponents they encountered basically couldn't last more than three rounds. As long as they were blocked by them, no one could escape.

Even several times were killed instantly. Those fleeing monks were panicked and had no fighting spirit.

These foundation-building monks were very wealthy, and many of them had wealth worth 10,000 or 20,000 spirit stones.

Of course, there were also those who didn't have many spirit stones. The most infuriating one was a slightly fat cultivator who had five storage bags on him. After checking them one by one, only a few magic tools and a few bottles of healing pills were found.

"Bah, bad luck, this person brought so many empty storage bags, I think he was going to plunder Qingyuan Sect, but he died here first!" Qian Jiatao kicked the man's body hard and cursed.

"Forget it, Fellow Daoist Qian, the man is dead, don't disturb him!" Wang Longyou advised. Although they killed the man, they had no hatred, and he was not a demon cultivator or an evil cultivator. There was no need to make him restless after death.

"What's that?" Qian Jiatao didn't take it seriously. He kicked again before stopping and whispered, "I just met a group of Qingyuan Sect disciples. I talked to them for a few words. Guess how they plan to deal with the bodies of these Burning Heaven Sect monks?"

Wang Hao shook his head, "Daoyou, just say it directly. I really can't guess!"

Qian Jiatao raised his eyebrows: "I heard from them that they want to pull out the tendons and skin of these people, make white sails for memorial, and then burn the rest into ashes to use as grave soil for the two Jindan monks!"

"What the hell?" Wang Hao suddenly became Spartan and felt goose bumps all over his body.

"You don't believe it, hey, I didn't believe it at first," Qian Jiatao raised his head and pointed at the Qingyuan Sect disciples in the distance and said, "Look at their methods, so cruel, it's not surprising to do such a thing!"

The truth is clear, Wang Hao also believes that the Qingyuan Sect's unscrupulous way of doing things can do things that humiliate the other party's corpses, but who came up with the idea of ​​using grave soil as grave soil?

Is this torturing the enemy or torturing the two dead ancestors?

When you go to worship, won't you feel scared?

"Forget it, if you don't believe it, then don't believe it. I'll pretend I never said it, otherwise it will be bad if Qingyuan Sect knows it!"

"Don't worry, we are all tight-lipped people and won't spread this matter," Wang Longyou promised.

The four continued to move, but they deliberately stayed away from the disciples of Qingyuan Sect. Qian Jiatao's words just now were really creepy.

Half an hour later, the shouting and killing gradually subsided, and the whole mountaintop was quiet.

It was already evening, and the sunset in the sky fell on Qingyuan Mountain.

The blood-stained corpses, the big pits caused by the explosion of the battle, and the crooked trees constructed a cruel picture after the war.

Walking on the blood-stained road, Wang Hao sighed. Many corpses were very young, and several female cultivators had the appearance of stars in their previous lives. Forget it, this is not the point.

They were originally pursuing the Great Dao, but died in the dispute.

"There are still some enemies who have not been caught. Do you want to continue chasing them?" Qian Jiatao licked his lips and said eagerly.

Wang Hao looked down on the few spiritual stones on these people and was a little tired, so he said: "Those who can escape the encirclement are all quite capable. Let's forget it. We have already gained a lot!"

"After fighting for so long, our spiritual power also needs to be replenished. Fellow Daoist Qian, let's forget it!" Li Derong also said.

Qian Jiatao smiled when he heard it: "I am just saying it. Since the two fellow Daoists are not going, let's go to the manager of Qingyuan Sect. They should be very interested in the corpses of these monks from Fentian Sect. Maybe they can sell them for a good price!"

He collected the corpses along the way, and this was his plan...

Thinking of the grave soil, Wang Hao felt a chill.

Wang Hao moved his lips, but didn't say anything in the end. He had killed them, and doing anything seemed hypocritical.

Several people walked towards the mountain gate of Qingyuan Gate, and encountered some corpses on the way. The storage bags and magic tools on them disappeared. Judging from their clothes, they were not from the Burning Heaven Sect or the Wuliang Palace. It seemed that the bodies of these people were "worthless" and no one would collect their bodies. It might take a few days for their relatives to come and look for them.

Wang Hao and his four companions occasionally encountered corpses that no one had picked up, and they also put the magic tools and storage bags into their pockets. Maybe Qingyuan Gate would collect these relics and return them to their families, but who can say for sure? They would return them when the time comes!

"Isn't this Zhao Gaofang? How did he die here?" Li Derong was shocked.

Wang Hao looked over with a complicated expression.

Zhao Gaofang was also dead.

They had fought side by side several times. I remember that Zhao Gaofang's strength during the monster rebellion was not bad, but on this battlefield, such strength was obviously not outstanding. He died silently without causing any ripples.

“Put him away and return him to the Zhao family in a few days!” Wang Longyou looked at Qian Jiatao apologetically and said, “Fellow Daoist Qian, this man is the patriarch of the Zhao family in Qingniufang, so this magic weapon and storage bag…”

"I understand. I am not a greedy person. Even if it is a fellow Taoist from the same workshop, I should help him when I meet him!" Qian Jiatao hurriedly returned the storage bag he had just collected.

Along the way, they found several bodies of family cultivators they knew and helped to collect them.

As more and more familiar bodies were found, there was no more laughter.

Everyone fell silent.

These people were in the periphery and could still save the bodies, while many cultivators of Qingyuan Sect were affected by the Jindan War and did not even leave their bodies.

Wang Hao and his four companions came to the foot of the mountain of Qingyuan Sect.

Many people gathered here, mostly independent cultivators and family cultivators, and only a few disciples of Qingyuan Sect received them.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Wang Hao and his four companions coming, a disciple of Qingyuan Sect asked, a female cultivator in white.

"We are cultivators who came to support with Elder He. These three fellow Taoists are from Qingniufang. I am Qian Jiatao, the head of the Qian family in Banyuefang!" Qian Jiatao replied hurriedly.

"Brother He? Where are the others?" This person obviously knew Elder He, the leader of the team, and asked hurriedly.

"The flying boat we were on was hit by the Jindan cultivator of the Burning Heaven Sect. Elder He and several fellow Taoists have already..."

"Brother He!" The female cultivator in white cried out in grief, and looked at Wang Hao and the other four with anger for a moment: "Then why are you alive?"

Wang Hao thought to himself that it was bad. He was not afraid of women's strength, but was afraid that their brains were wrong. This female cultivator might have some feelings for Elder He.

"I... We were at the stern of the boat, and we all fell to the ground when the flying boat exploded. There were more than a dozen fellow Taoists who survived at that time, but we were chased by the cultivators of the Burning Heaven Sect along the way, and only the four of us were left. Fellow Taoist, Elder He's death has nothing to do with us!" Qian Jiatao explained hurriedly.

"Only the four of you escaped," the white-clothed female cultivator still looked suspicious, and asked: "How do you prove it? Who knows if you have any connection with the cultivators of the Burning Heaven Sect, so they let you go!"

"No, no, no! Elder, you can't slander us like this," Qian Jiatao panicked and quickly took out seven or eight corpses of Burning Heaven Sect cultivators.

"We killed all of them, and several fellow Taoists from your sect also met them on the way, and they can all prove it for us!"

"Humph, who knows if you saw that the Burning Heaven Sect had retreated, and in order to prevent the secret from being leaked, you killed them to silence them!"

Wang Hao was speechless immediately. This woman is really good at making up stories!