The heavens start from Maoshan

Chapter 330 I Am the Seventy-Generation Master of Maoshan

On Xishen Mountain.

The temperature stays around zero degrees throughout the year.

Because Xishenzong is a corpse-refining sect, the cold helps keep the corpse fresh.

But for ordinary people, this temperature is really too cold.

In the cold dungeon, the ordinary people who were fed with blood had no hope of surviving at all.

"Brother, are we going to die?"

In the corner of the dungeon.

There is a man and a woman curled up. Both of them look small, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The boy hugged the girl, in this cold dungeon, only they were covered with thin blankets to keep out the cold, even if they hugged each other desperately, they were still very cold.

"Just die. You and I have depended on each other since we were young. It's not bad to die together."

The teenager was disheartened.

Both of his parents died when he was young, and he and his sister grew up with difficulty.

It's a pity that before the good life, a plague broke out in the local area. People infected by the plague were afraid of light and fire, and they would not go out during the day, but would bite anyone they saw at night.

Everyone wanted to escape, but found that they couldn't get out no matter how they walked.

No matter which direction you leave, go around and go back to the town.

Many people died.

The siblings survived by luck and were brought here by a group of men in black pulling the coffin.

In the dungeon, there are many people who have experienced the same experience as them.

After asking, I found out that the so-called plague was caused by someone polluting the water source and artificially creating zombies.

The reason they couldn't go out was because at the beginning of the incident, formations had been set up around them.

When a small town is turned into wasteland and the corpse king is trained, someone will come to clean up the mess.

That's how they were brought out.

It's just that after coming out, what awaits them is not freedom, but blood food to feed zombies.

It is said that there are countless dungeons like this in Xishenzong, and each of them imprisoned hundreds of people. They were imprisoned like pigs and dogs. They can be used as blood food when they are alive, and they can be used as corpses when they die. No matter whether they live or die, they will not be wasted.

"Brother, I'm afraid."

The girl looked hesitant.

People are taken away from the dungeon every day, and new people are added.

She didn't know when it would be her turn, let alone what her fate would be.

And she was very, very hungry.

It has been several days since I was thrown into the dungeon, and I only have a little food every day, and I can't get enough to eat.

In this case, it is just a fantasy to escape, and I live in a muddle every day.

"There will be a chance."

The young man seemed to be puffing up, and seemed to be comforting himself: "I heard from the seniors in the dungeon that some lucky people can be selected as disciples of the Xishenzong. We are still young and have advantages over those uncles and aunts. Believe me I, we will definitely be chosen."

The sister fell silent.

The reason why the legend is a legend is because no one has seen it.

It's not so much true as it is everyone's wishful thinking.

Thinking of Xishenzong's style of turning hundreds of miles into a zombie paradise at every turn, would they really choose disciples among blood eaters?

If so.

How lucky is that person, who kowtowed thousands of times in his previous life, can he get this chance in exchange?

Clap la la.
Don't wait to think about it.

Along with the sound of iron chains shaking, three men in black robes walked in from outside.

Two of them are dungeon guards, and the leader is wearing a fang mask, looking quite dignified.

As soon as he came in, he looked at everyone.

When he saw the young girl, his eyes lit up slightly: "" Yes, Xiaojiabiyu like this is very popular in the market. "

As soon as the masked man waved his hand, the two guards behind him were about to step forward to grab him.

The young man's eyes were tearing apart, he stood in front of his sister like an old hen, and roared: "What are you going to do, take me away if you want to, don't touch my sister!"

"younger sister!"

The masked man froze for a moment, and said with a smile: "It turns out that they are still a pair of brothers and sisters, but it's a pity that I have taken a fancy to your sister."

The young man was anxious and angry.

Before he could move, he was thrown out by a black-clothed guard, and said coldly: "You are blessed, this is a new personal disciple, it was your good fortune to choose your sister to be the corpse, so why don't you kneel down?" Kowtow."

Yan corpse.

What a gorgeous corpse is, the young people don't know.

But from the name, he knew it was not a good thing.

It's a pity that he is too weak.

Lie on the ground and tried several times but failed to get up, my internal organs hurt like fire.

"Don't hit him, I'll go with you, I'll listen to you in everything."

Seeing his brother curled up on the ground, his expression was like that of a cooked prawn.

The girl cried and begged.

"You are lucky, I am happy today and don't want to kill people."

The masked man didn't care too much, and waved to the girl: "Come with me, you can say it, and you can listen to me."

The girl is reluctant to part.

In order not to let his elder brother be beaten, he had no choice but to walk away step by step.

After the two left.

The black-clothed guard kicked the young man lightly twice, half ferociously, half enviously: "Get up, don't pretend to be dead."

After finishing speaking, he continued: "You are really lucky, don't think that there is anything wrong with being a voluptuous corpse. Although a voluptuous corpse is also a type of zombie, it retains the consciousness of being a human being."

"Those great people, who haven't played with anything before, and some old monsters who have lived for thousands of years, like to have some strange things."

"I like Shenzong's gorgeous corpse, but it is a treasure that sells for hundreds of millions of miles. If your sister can be sold to a big man and become a favorite, I will think of you in retrospect. Maybe you have some good luck. Even I have to call you senior brother." Woolen cloth."

"Don't believe me, right now I have a true disciple in Xishenzong. His situation is similar to yours, except that you are a younger sister and he is an older sister."

"What happened? His sister was turned into a corpse and sold to a big shot."

"The big man loves him so much that he even led him to transform himself into a true disciple in the sect. I'm afraid an elder will not be able to escape in the future."

The young man struggled to get up.

He glared at the black-clothed guard, his eyes were red with humiliation in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't know how to praise, the black-clothed disciple restrained his smile.

It's a toad that can't be lifted up.

Your sister hasn't become the darling of the big boss yet, so who will she show her face to?

To know.

Xishenzong produces more beautiful corpses every year, and that true disciple is a very rare phenomenon.

Most of the erotic corpses will be like playthings for the rest of their lives, tossed back and forth in the hands of the boss, and they will be exchanged for others when they get tired of playing.

It's fine now.

If you give you three points of color, you will open a dyeing workshop.

If this really makes your wish come true, you will still be alive.

thought here.

The black-clothed disciple's eyes turned cold, and a black centipede crawled out along the trouser leg.

"what?"

The boy suddenly let out a scream and rolled on the ground holding his legs.

Seeing the young man whose face turned black and lost his breath in a blink of an eye, the black-clothed disciple sneered in his heart: "If you want to blame, I blame you for your bad attitude. I wanted to form a good relationship with you, but you are too unreasonable." .”

boom! !

Just thinking about it, the outside suddenly shook.

The black-clothed disciple hurriedly went out to check. He saw that the masked man who had just walked out had been captured, while the younger sister of the humiliated boy was standing aside in a daze.

"Are you a disciple of Xishenzong?"

Zhang Heng's attitude is cold, but he is not a person who doesn't know right from wrong.

Xishenzong has become fat on his cutting board, life and death are only a matter of thought.

Good luck.

Zhongtian is good at virtue.

The next day is easy to kill.

It is not his style to start killing without saying a word, so he has to ask clearly if there is something unspeakable in it, so as not to kill by mistake.

"Senior, I am a direct disciple of the Happy God Sect."

The legs of the masked man trembled, unlike when he controlled the fate of others, when his own destiny was controlled by others, he also stuttered and couldn't speak: "My fate card is in the Hall of Longevity, if you kill me, you will definitely run away not drop."

"run?"

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.

If they want to run, they are the disciples of Xishenzong.

Where there are debtors who don't run away, debt collectors run away.

He came, but he was in debt.

"That's right. As a direct disciple, you must know many secrets of the Xishen Sect, right?"

Zhang Heng became more and more satisfied with the masked man: "Tell me, what was the name of Xishenzong before, when did it start to be called the current name, and why did it change its name."

People are under the roof.

Although the masked man didn't know why Zhang Heng asked this question, he lowered his head when it was time to bow his head: "Senior, I haven't been a beginner for a long time. I heard from some older brothers that I used to be called the Maoshan Exorcism Sect. As for why? I don’t know about the name change, but it didn’t take long, that is, 300 years ago.”

Zhang Heng asked again: "What do you do in your daily life in Shenzong, and which patriarch do you enshrine?"

The masked man was trembling: "Raise and raise the corpse, practice the corpse, and worship the ancestors."

He took a cautious look at Zhang Heng: "The one enshrined is Patriarch Ning, the founder of our Xishenzong. No, no other offerings."

heard.

Zhang Heng's face turned cold instantly.

Seeing that his face was not right, the girl beside him added: "Senior, what he said about raising corpses is to sprinkle corpse poison, turn a hundred miles around into a zombie country, and use the lives of countless people to raise a corpse king. Xishenzong Each of the disciples within has a natal corpse like this."

Hear this.

Zhang Heng already had a plan in mind, and sighed: "Sure enough, just passing on the exercises without anyone to guide them is like an uncivilized savage drinking blood. I won't get what I want."

Before that, Zhang Heng was still thinking that there might be unspeakable secrets behind the renaming of the Corpse Exorcist Sect to Xishenzong, such as the threat of a powerful enemy and the need to change the name.

Watch now.

He still expected too much.

Right.

This patriarch of Xishenzong was just an ordinary person before the cataclysm.

Entering the secret realm with everyone and getting a copy of inheritance by luck, he has no affection for Maoshan.

Instead of holding the signboard of Maoshan and burning incense day and night, how can I set up another sect by myself and call myself the king and ancestor.

"In that case, I won't keep you."

Zhang Heng made a pun.

It's like talking about the masked man again, and it's like talking about the Xishenzong again.

"senior."

Seeing Zhang Heng's face showing murderous intent, the masked man hurriedly said, "My father is"

brush!
Don't wait to finish.

Zhang Heng flicked his index finger.

Under the scouring of the power of time, the masked man turned into a pile of dead bones in an instant.

He looked at the black-clothed disciple who had been frightened.

Zhang Heng was expressionless: "I am Zhang Heng, the [-]th generation master of Maoshan. Everyone under the three schools will praise me as the real Dharma protector of Zhengyi Xuantan. Is your father as old as me?"

(End of this chapter)