The jade bone skeleton in Qingyang's hand does not look like white bones, but is as beautiful as carved from white jade, exquisite and delicate.

At this moment, from the jade bone skeleton, a terrifying gray light burst out from the hollow of the terrifying eyes, spinning around him,

Crowds of living zombies rushed over. As soon as they approached Qingyang, they saw a black air in their body being pulled out and merged into the jade bone skeleton. In the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground and completely turned into a corpse.

This is the magic weapon brought back by Qingyang from the Shanhai Realm. It was refined by a powerful witch sacrifice from the Kingdom of Wu. After his death in the battle of Xuanyuan Kingdom, it fell into Qingyang's hands.

Following Qingyang's body was Lin Shu holding a magic sword. The magic sword in his hand was just the magic sword engraved with the soul-killing, illusion, sharp talismans, and the vicious magic sword engraved with the Death Witch Curse, which was different and different from the vicious magic sword engraved with the Death Witch Curse, but it was also targeted by the Taoist Qingyun.

Qingyang took his newly acquired disciples and followed the group of monks to kill the zombies, killing them all the way, and walking in. One by one, wearing Taoist robes and ferocious zombies shops, densely packed, as if they could kill them endlessly.

A group of monks killed in front of the Sanyang Temple like cutting melons and vegetables, leaving behind corpses on the ground, but this time, they really died and fell into deep sleep and rest.

The mist surrounding the mountain gradually dissipated in the battle, and the beautiful mountain was full of spirituality, like a land of creation, and now it completely turned into a ghost-death realm. Even the three Yang Lake behind the mountain reflected the bright moon seemed to be covered with blood.

Ordinary people stayed at the foot of the mountain, and such a strange thing happened. The Sanyang Temple was extinct, the disciples of the sect turned into living zombies, and the Qingyun Taoist disappeared. This was definitely not a situation that ordinary people could deal with.

There may be a greater crisis hidden on the mountain. The strange power of monks is often not something that modern weapons can fight against ordinary people.

Stepping through the peach forest, passing through the Sanyang Temple Mountain Gate made of gray and white stones, standing in front of the huge Sanyang Temple, everyone stopped.

Everyone raised their heads and couldn't believe that this was the Three Sheep View of the Past.

Thousands of disciples, with a strong incense, are the Sanyang Temple, the largest sect in the world.

And at this moment, it turned into a purgatory on earth overnight.

The half-closed door could not block the scene inside. Blood stained the courtyard with residual limbs scattered everywhere. The maple trees in the courtyard seemed to be nourished by blood and even the leaves turned into blood.

The paper-paste windows completely turned into blood, and the maple leaves fell. It was obvious that there was no autumn yet, and the entire Huangyang Mountain revealed a scent of bleakness and the doomsday of dusk.

Lin Shu held the talisman sword in his hand and chopped off a corpse's head. The power in the talisman sword dispersed the resentment of the seven souls condensed in the corpse, and the living corpse.

There were more living zombies in Sanyang Temple, one after another, rushed out of the corridor, and rushed into the wall, surrounding them.

The unwilling roar and curse of the living zombies could be heard everywhere, as if they were crying for their unjust death and pain. Each living zombie had a hideous pain on its face, as if the pain of death was tortured by the death curse was reappeared again, and then they wanted to bring their pain to everyone.

They are cursing those who killed them, cursing everyone in this world.

More than a dozen people rushed and fought in Sanyang Temple. The gunshots came out with bullets, piercing the heads of the zombies. The long sword was unsheathed and the cold light flashed. The rapid sword light was accompanied by the sound of the air being torn apart.

The talisman light surged, the spell was silently recited, and an extraordinary battle broke out in the entire Sanyang Temple.

These zombies are not powerful, but everyone is extremely powerful. They use various methods to attack them regardless of physical damage and joint damage, and fight to their lives regardless of everything.

As several extremely powerful zombies appeared behind, they were able to use ordinary spells. The body suffered severe damage and healed quickly. Among the more than a dozen people, some people finally began to be injured.

A Taoist wearing a Taoist robe, covered in tattered bodies, and only one arm was left with a flash of blood in his eyes. As long as he looked at each other, he immediately fell into shock.

A young man in a combat uniform met his eyes and was immediately rushed up by him and bit him towards his neck. In life and death, he suddenly woke up and blocked the other party with his hands, but even his entire arm was abandoned and bitten down.

"Ah! My hand!"

"How could this happen? These zombies can still be spelled?" A member of the Investigation Bureau held his arm and shouted and retreated wildly, looking at the zombie in front of him in disbelief.

"Li Gu, this is Li Gu!" Finally someone recognized the other party's identity and was one of the companions who had been sent to the Sanyang Temple to practice before.

"Zhao Lan, what's going on?"

"Boom!"

The zombie of a middle-aged Taoist man in a Taoist robe jumped up from a distance and fell into the main hall. His heavily fell body made a roar, attracting the attention of everyone and the zombies.

The zombies raised their heads, and even stopped their movements in their hands. The blood-red eyes stared at the figure.

The entire Sanyang Temple became quiet for a moment.

He whispered his robe slowly dancing under the moonlight, raised his head and looked at the bright moon in the sky, and then suddenly lowered it, and his blood-red eyes shone out, staring at all living people standing underground.

"Huan Ming! Isn't that Huan Ming, the eldest disciple of Sanyang Temple?" Lin Shu immediately recognized him.

"Senior Brother? He...he is dead too! He has become a living zombie?" A monk who had practiced in Sanyang Temple for a period of time was shocked and could not believe it.

"Everyone is ready. Huan Ming was a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage during his lifetime. Everyone must be careful." Qingyang immediately reminded everyone and tightened the magic weapon in his hand. Although he was not afraid of the living zombie, he was not cautious enough. If he capsizes the boat in this gutter, he will probably laugh for thousands of years.

Moreover, the deaths of the Sanyang Temple were so weird and terrifying. Thousands of people died like this, including many monks. Even the master of the temple, Taoist Qingyun, disappeared. However, the existence of Jia Yi severely damaged on the sea, and there was no sound. Qingyang could not be afraid.

"roar!"

The living zombie standing on the top of the hall and leaning against Mingyue, let out an roar and jumped up dozens of meters, carrying endless corpse resentment.

The dark momentum and magical aura made everyone besides Qingyang and Lin Shu sweat tightly. Even Qingyang's disciples were so scared that they were at a loss. The zombie carried and aura were so terrifying that the zombie carried was so terrifying for him.

At this moment, a figure fell from the sky, like a afterimage piercing through the sky and smashing the living corpse from the sky.

"Dong!"

The two collided and burst out with a huge inspiration, and then the figure stepped on the living zombie and stood on the top of the hall.

"Who?" Qingyang immediately shrank and stared at the figure stepping on the roof.

"Who is this?"

"What's going on?"

Everyone looked at the figure above the hall and saw that it was a man wearing a black coat and light blue jeans. He looked ordinary, and now he turned his back to them, as if he was looking down at the entire Sanyang Temple behind him and the endless living zombies inside the temple.

He stretched out his hand and immediately saw the corpse on his feet floating up and falling into his hands.

He pinched the neck of the living zombie tightly, and no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free from the white palm. The resentment of the zombie on his body was also compressed back.

He grabbed the zombie and turned his head, finally showed his side face and glanced at the people standing in the courtyard of His Highness.

Under the reflection of the moonlight, the side face looked particularly cold and cold, and the light emitted from the eyes was heartbreaking.

However, Qingyang's face suddenly showed a look of surprise and shouted: "Fengdu!"

But the others did not become more vigilant than Qingyang.

The person coming was Fang Xiu. He stood in the hall, grabbed the strongest living zombie, and watched the situation in the entire Sanyang Temple. There was no emotion or expression on his face.

At this moment, watching the living corpse falling into Fang Xiu's hands, struggling and howling, the corpses below suddenly fell into madness.

So many living zombies roared angrily at the same time, and the roar was like metal intertwined, and the entire mountain seemed to be shaking in the roar.

In Fang Xiu's eyes, black surged, instantly occupying the white of his eyes, and a black shadow broke free from his body.

The terrifying black shadow was like a sealed monster, twisted with curse and resentment, instantly turned into several meters high, drilled out of Fang Xiu's body and emerged from behind him, and his lower body remained in his body, and he struggled out with force and pounced towards the corpses below.

Then, a light white shadow rushed out from his body.

Later, one after another, terrifying phantoms kept rushing out and pounced on the living zombies in the Sanyang Temple below.

More than a dozen phantoms surrounded the Sanyang Temple, constantly devouring and tearing the living zombies. Wherever they passed, they saw zombies falling down in groups.

"What kind of magic is this?"

A member of the Investigation Bureau looked at the phantom moving around the figure standing on the hall. More than a dozen huge evil monsters surrounded it, as if a huge storm was formed in the Sanyang Temple, devouring everything.

"It is the inheritance obtained by Fengdu in the Shanhai Realm!" Qingyang said immediately, feeling a little shocked. Although he also obtained a powerful magic weapon and his cultivation level soared, it was not as exaggerated as this.

"Are all the monks who have entered the Mountain and Sea Realm so strong?" Lin Shu seemed to have a light in his eyes, and suddenly he felt a desire to enter the Mountain and Sea Realm.

Not long after, I saw the dozens of figures becoming stronger and solid, returning to Fang Xiu's body, and the entire Sanyang Temple became quiet in an instant.

Fang Xiu grabbed the zombie Huan Ming and jumped down, stood in the front yard, under the huge maple tree, stepped on the fallen leaves and the corpse, pulled out a piece of talisman paper, and stuck it to the zombie's forehead, and immediately saw him quiet.

"The three main souls are gone! Only seven souls are left!" Fang Xiu threw the living zombie on the ground and said to Qingyang.

"There are signs of being beaten by the Death Curse! The seven souls involved have strong emotional desires. Combined with the terrifying spell of the Death Curse, they can actually turn into living zombies, which I didn't expect." Qingyang nodded. Although someone had developed a method to control corpses before, it was not so terrifying.

"This is a trace of damage to magic weapons, a magic sword!" Lin Shu pushed away the Taoist robe of Huan Ming's body and saw the scars on his body.

Combining these three things, the two of them immediately guessed something. Those who can refine and possess magic swords, master the dead witch curse, and do such things, only one person knows.

The two of them were shocked to send out the same name at the same time.

"Where is the Lord of Qingyun Temple?"

"No need to look for it! He is not in the temple!" Fang Xiu said with a cold face.

Fang Xiu looked into the distance, his eyes facing the bright moon on the sea.

"These people should be killed by him! Everyone's main soul has signs of being swallowed by magic."

"Slaughter all the three sheep temples, kill all the relatives and disciples of the family, and gather a foundation-building seed just to seek immortality!"

"It's really... so cruel!"

As soon as these words were said, everyone was shocked, including Qingyang.

Although the master of the Sanyang Temple, Taoist Qingyun, had already made them guess what they had seen and heard along the way, and their discoveries.

But even until this moment, they still don't want to believe this fact.

It's simply terrible. How could there be such a cruel and vicious person? This is not to kill all the enemies, but to spend time together and teach the Taoist traditions themselves, like father and son relatives.

Nearly a thousand people were slaughtered overnight. Such a tragedy would probably be enough to alarm the whole world.

Fang Xiu looked at the entire Sanyang Temple, and the entire Sanyang Temple had completely fallen. Even if it was repaired and repaired, so many people died and so many strange things happened, no one would dare to come here again. In the future, this Huangyang Mountain, which was so beautiful as Zhong Ling, may turn into a ghost mountain.

I have to say that he did not expect that Taoist Qingyun would do such a thing. When he first met him, it was just a decadent old man who feared death and pursued immortality. He just had a firm heart for the Tao and his desire for the art of immortality was far beyond ordinary people.

However, Fang Xiu did not think that these three sheep view were his own Taoist tradition. Chong Yunzi's identity was only recognized by them, but he had never admitted it.
To be continued...