Chapter 195: Funeral of the Monster, Dark Spirit Root!

Seventy-seven forty-nine days have passed, and the first monster can finally be buried.

Bai Yu hummed a little tune.

"Dig and dig in the little garden and bury your mother in a little coffin."

"Dig and dig in the big garden and bury your whole family in a big coffin."

When passing by Tomb B, the elegant scholar of the Red Demon level was receiving the baptism of thunder and fire.

First, it is slow-simmered in the earth fire, and then stir-fried in the sky.

I have to say that the monster's vitality is really tenacious.

If an ordinary foundation-building monk had gone through such a stir-fry, he would have been wiped out long ago.

But this elegant scholar was still alive, and even looked at the lightning scars on his body and let out a weird laugh.

The distinguished guests in tomb B have to go through ninety-nine and eighty-one days of cooking before they can be freed from the evil spirit before they can be buried.

Bai Yu glanced at the elegant scholar and found that the scars left by thunder and fire on his body were recovering at an extremely fast speed.

When the elegant scholar saw Bai Yu, he smiled and said hello:

"Brother, are you okay?"

Bai Yu kept walking.

Article 13 of the Iron Rule of Demon Burial: Don’t try to talk to monsters, don’t try to understand monsters.

Once upon a time, there was a spiritual king from the Great Zen Temple who tried to save a Cang Demon level monster.

He tried to talk and debate scriptures with Cang Mo.

Eventually, the great monk went crazy and became the infamous Ghost Bodhisattva.

Monsters all have a sense of madness and evil. If you talk to monsters too much, you will easily be eroded by madness unconsciously, and eventually fall into the abyss.

The lowest level Cang Demon drove a Golden Pill Spirit Lord crazy.

Bai Yu was self-aware and ignored the scholar in white at all.

He doesn't want to save all sentient beings, nor does he want to learn about the monster's past. He just wants to send the monster to see the King of Hell.

Seeing that Bai Yu ignored him, the scholar in white clothes was neither angry nor annoyed. Instead, he told his own story:

"Before entering here, I swallowed more than one strong foundation-building warrior."

"Do you know how long it took me to grow from being powerless to this point?"

"Less than three years."

Bai Yu thought to himself, "What a good guy."

The monster is indeed unusual, and its growth rate is simply unbelievable.

Therefore, Article 29 of the Iron Rule of Burial of Demons states that when a monster is found, it must be removed as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause catastrophe.

Bai Yu shook his head and stopped thinking about this.

The most important thing now is to bury that Cang Demon.

He finally arrived at tomb No. B12.

In the tomb, the monster had turned into a pile of bone powder with no sign of life.

Without any carelessness, Bai Yu took out a bronze mirror and looked at it carefully.

This mirror is called the Demon Viewing Mirror, and it can check vitality, demonic energy and even soul fluctuations.

There was no movement in the bronze mirror, indicating that the Cang Demon had been completely refined to death.

Bai Yu affixed a lot of exorcism talismans, majestic talismans, and Buddha's light talismans to his body. He also used the Vajra Demon Subduing Technique to form a protective light shield around his body.

He then opened the tomb and carefully entered it.

Fortunately, everything is business as usual.

Bai Yu took out a red jar, put the ashes on the ground into it, and sealed it with a spiritual talisman.

"Huh~ It seems there's no problem."

He carried the jar and left tomb No. Bing-12.

When passing by tomb No. B, the scholar in white greeted Bai Yu again:

"Busy?"

Bai Yu turned a deaf ear.

The scholar in white seemed to be saying to himself:

"I previously destroyed a small cultivating family, killed three foundation-building cultivators, and accumulated a pile of spiritual stones and treasures."

"Little brother, do you want to know where it is?"

He said in a seductive voice:

"My treasures, my skills and magical powers can all be passed on to you."

"As long as you let me live."

Bai Yu stopped and walked towards tomb No. 12.

The scholar in white was overjoyed and continued to confuse:

"As long as you get my skills and treasures, you will be comparable to the Golden Pill within five years, comparable to the Nascent Soul in ten years, and in a hundred years -"

Bai Yu clicked and pressed the switch outside the tomb chamber, activating the Inverted Map of the Heaven.

Directly isolate the entire tomb No. 12.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The scholar in white still did not give up and kept persuading:

"Little brother, I know you are outside."

"Don't you want to get my treasure, don't you want to get the secret technique of rapid improvement in strength?"

Bai Yu thought for a while and took out a plush toy dog ​​from the storage bag.

This is an artificial intelligence talking puppet refined by Lao Mo.

In theory, it collects many daily conversations and can chat with monks and interact with monks.

But this is only theoretical. Lao Mo's refining tools have never been reliable.

In addition, it collects dog conversations.

The actual effect is that artificial intelligence has become artificially retarded.

To put it simply, it means going crazy. When people ask questions about the earth, they answer the questions about the sky.

Bai Yu stuffed a spiritual stone behind the toy and activated the Huntian Diagram so that the voices of both parties could be transmitted to each other.

The scholar in white: "Little brother, let's talk."

Artificial Intelligence: "Okay, what do you want to talk about?"

In the tomb, the scholar in white was overjoyed.

As long as he is willing to chat, he can grasp the weaknesses of other people's souls, influence the opponent invisibly, and make the opponent lose their mind and become crazy.

So, the scholar in white and the artificial intelligence started a conversation.

The scholar in white: "Little brother, have you eaten?"

Artificial Intelligence: "Eat it, it's fresh and it's still steaming."

The scholar in white: "???"

But he was very patient and continued chatting:

"Little brother, how long have you been practicing?"

"One hundred and eighty kilograms."

"How is your progress in practice? Have you encountered any bottlenecks?"

"Very smooth, mother and child are safe, and three fathers were born, two of whom are male."

...

Seeing that the white-clothed scholar and the artificial mental retard were chatting happily, Bai Yu left with the urn in his arms.

Next, it was the real test.

He carried a lantern and left the Demon Burial Tower.

Outside, the wind was still howling, wailing and mumbling mixed together, and a distorted human face appeared from time to time.

Bai Yu hung a string of evil-repelling items on his body.

Talismans, relics, black donkey hooves, garlic, totem wolf teeth...

In short, he prepared a bunch of things that could ward off evil in the legend.

He was very alert and finally arrived at a cemetery.

To be precise, it was a swamp formed by a volcano.

There were holes on the ground, and magma rose and fell from time to time.

Monsters are extremely strange. Even if they are refined into ashes, they may come back to life.

So they must be buried in the land of fire and tempered with earth fire for hundreds of years to avoid future troubles.

Bai Yu found a cave where the magma had retreated, put the urn in it, and then added volcanic obsidian to make a small grave.

He took out the suona and played a song leisurely.

"Dust to dust, earth to earth, there is no way back to the underworld."

Finally, there was a reaction in the Burial World Record.

[Funeral target: Cang Mo. ]

[Cultivation: Cang Mo level. ]

[Basic rewards: Dark Spirit Root +3, Life Experience +180,000. ]

[Optional rewards: Cang Mo Qi +6, Magic Yuan +2, Soul Devouring Technique, Strength +108...]

[Funeral participation: 52%. ]

Bai Yu was shocked. Dark Spirit Root? Interesting.