Wild boar

Chapter 85 I’ll give you a slap on the head

See the fire dragon spell hit.

Fu Kuncheng was still worried. He patted his storage bag and took out a small ice sword.

With spiritual energy injected into it, the ice sword grew in the wind, and in an instant it grew into a flying sword that was ten feet long.

The flying sword was wrapped in spiritual energy, and cold air overflowed.

This is a mid-grade flying sword, the Snow Sword.

Whoosh!
Use Qi to control the sword.

The Hanxue Sword pierced through the blazing flames and penetrated out.

No matter how refined the corpse girl was, she still deserved to die. However, when the flames receded, there was nothing on the roof except a big black hole.

Got it!

Fu Kuncheng secretly thought, then he felt his feet loosen, and he fell down with the Vajra Dharma Shield on his head.

Originally, it was impossible for Fu Kuncheng's martial arts to avoid this sneak attack, but he chose to use the diamond talisman. Once the monk was pressed against the diamond talisman, he could not move. He had to lift the talisman before he could move.

Fu Kuncheng clearly heard something strange in the wind under his feet, but he didn't have time to lift the Vajra Dharma Shield to avoid it, so he could only be pulled out of the house like a turtle.

Fu Kuncheng and Zhi Ji landed at the same time.

This is the ancestral house of a wealthy family, and the mourning halls of ancestors are enshrined in the house.

The Vajra Dharma Shield suddenly shattered. Fu Kuncheng used his whole body's internal energy and pushed it out with one palm. His internal energy surged like a tidal wave, like a surging sea.

The rankings in the mourning hall were pulled by the internal force and flew out like raindrops. Each ranking was like a wooden flying sword.

Corpse Girl Duan Xiaodai rushed towards the flying sword. Her long dress was torn apart by the flying sword, and her hair was flying.

Boom.

Corpse Ji Duan Xiaodai was blown away by the powerful palm force and shot backwards.

Fu Kuncheng knelt on his knees.

Duan Xiaodai, who fell to the ground, stood up. Although she was in a sorry state, she was not injured. Instead, her palms were dripping with blood.

This blood is naturally not that of Corpse Princess.

A hole was dug out of Fu Kuncheng's chest. Even though Fu Kuncheng exploded with all his inner strength and shook Shi Ji away, his chest was scratched open by Shi Ji.

"Why?" Although Fu Kuncheng was kneeling and vomiting blood, he still refused to give up.

He can't figure it out!
Using the ice cave to obtain immortality is the only way for monks to avoid the disadvantages of corpse-snatching ghosts. Why is this guy unwilling to cooperate with him?
Corpse Ji Duan Xiaodai showed a confident smile.

"Why?" Duan Xiaodai asked, minding her own business.

"Hahahaha... Idiot! Do you really think I don't know the disadvantages of monks seizing corpses?"

"Then you still want to seize the body? Don't tell me!" Fu Kuncheng's eyes widened with disbelief on his face.

"Idiot! You have no idea how different this female corpse is." Duan Xiaodai stroked her body, from her face to her neck, and finally to her chest, abdomen, waist and hips, as if she was stroking a rare real thing. precious……

……

300 years ago.

There is no Guangxian Town at the foot of Ziyun Mountain, only villages one after another.

The villagers have taken root in the land and hear the sounds of chickens and dogs.

That year, the villagers encountered a severe drought and had no harvest, and everything was miserable.

Villagers build rain temples to pray for rain. To show their piety, they build statues of living gods.

An innocent young girl was strangled to death by ignorant villagers, covered with mud, and burned into a human figurine.

The human figurines were made into clay sculptures of gods, and they were worshiped with incense and fire every day, praying to the gods for rain and good weather.

100 years ago.

Guangxian Town was established, and no one visited the once prosperous Rain Temple anymore. The incense dispersed and slowly decayed in the deep mountains and dense forests.

20 years ago.

A young man was browsing the collection of books in the watch room of Guangxian Town, and discovered the story of the Rain Temple among the old books that were about to be destroyed. The young man marveled at the cruelty and ignorance of mortals...

The young man was deeply impressed by that story, but he didn't take it to heart.

The book that recorded the foolish actions of the villagers 300 years ago was burned...

Ten years later.

The energetic young man has entered middle age. He has no hope of immortality. He is unwilling to die of old age like this, but there is nothing he can do. At this moment, an underground monk in black robes appears in front of him and tells him: His other path to immortality, let him choose...

Without hesitation, he became a disciple of the black-robed underground monk and acquired the inheritance of underground magic skills.

Deep in the mountains and dense forests.He finally found the dilapidated Rain Temple from the mouths of several octogenarians, and dug out the goddess statue in the mud of a dry well.

The goddess statue has been rediscovered!
He knew very well that this was not a statue of a goddess, but a human figurine that had been worshiped by villagers for 200 years.

He used the corpse refining method of underground monks and spent ten years of hard work to finally refine the human figurines into the Corpse Princess.

Corpse Ji is magical!

When the soul enters it, not only will it not feel cold, but it will also feel like it is controlling a flesh and blood body.

After the soul of the clay statue-like Corpse Girl entered her body, her originally gray-white skin turned out to be as breakable as a girl's.

Even if Zhi Ji is walking on the street, no one can see her.

This kind of strangeness is completely different from the records in corpse refining. This is his opportunity...

"Living people built statues, hundreds of years of incense, no wonder, no wonder..." Fu Kuncheng murmured to himself.

"You are really lucky." Fu Kuncheng took a deep look at Duan Gu, his eyes full of envy.

After Fu Kuncheng finished speaking these words, he breathed his last.

died!

Corpse Girl Duan Xiaodai took away Fu Kuncheng's storage bag and left the yard with a leap.

Corpse Ji returned to the duty room.

Duan Gu's original body was lying on the ground with serious injuries, and he was already out of breath.

Corpse Ji took out a rejuvenation charm from her storage bag and slapped it on Duan Gu.

A surge of vitality was released from Duan Gu's body, and his skin injuries were quickly healed.

Although Duan Gu's soul can take away the corpse girl, Duan Gu's original body is still of great use.

If Duan Gu wants to strengthen the strength of the Corpse Girl, he must trade with other monks. The identity of the Corpse Princess is sensitive. It can be used only when killing people, but it is inconvenient at other times. You must know that there are many experts who can see through the true identity of the Corpse Princess at a glance. .

Corpse Ji stuffed all her storage bags and loot into Duan Gu's waist.

Then Zhi Ji entered the duty room, found a wooden cabinet, and lay down in the wooden cabinet.

Whoosh!
A strange dark wind blew.

Duan Gu, who was lying in the yard, twitched all over and slowly opened his eyes.

Very tired!

My muscles were sore and it was difficult to even move my fingers.

hateful!

Didn’t I use the Rejuvenation Talisman to heal my injuries? ?

correct!

It's poison!

Duan Gu remembered.

That guy Fu Kuncheng attacked him secretly and spit out a mouthful of khaki poisonous smoke at him.

Now the poison has not dissipated in his body.

Antidote pills are useless.

correct!

There must be an antidote in Fu Kuncheng's old monster's storage bag. You can first look at Pushui Xuan Gong, which probably contains records about this poison.

Duan Gu slowly reached for the storage bag at his waist.

The hand moves inch by inch...

suddenly.

A shadow fell over him.

Duan Gu opened his eyes and looked.

A wild boar walking upright looked down at him.

Zhu Zishan?
Duan Gu just wanted to ask.

An iron hammer came down.

Zhi Ji, who was locked in the cabinet, struggled, and after about two or three sounds, she fell still again.

(End of this chapter)