Chapter 489: Covering the sky with one hand


    "Not bad!" Lu Chengyun nodded.


    Zhang Quan''s face was full of anger.


    Lu Chengyun glanced at Zhang Quan indifferently, "What do you want?"


    Zhang Quan suppressed his anger, his eyes were full of ambition, and he said coldly:


    “What else can it be?”


    "Why is the corpse king hiding and mining corpses equal to letting the evil sword cover the dust?"


    "When the corpse king is born, he should naturally order the corpses to be invincible and dominate the state!"


    "With the Corpse King, there are so many iron corpses, and so many walking corpses."


    "Which power in the entire Xiaohuang State, no, even the adjacent state boundaries, can there be our opponent?"


    "Where the zombie army reaches, there are floating corpses everywhere."


    "If anyone disobedient, he will swallow and kill him!"


    "Without any effort, we will occupy Nanyue City first, then rule the Xiaohuangzhou border step by step, and then erode the adjacent second-grade state border..."


    "We will kill people by refining corpses, and then kill people by refining corpses!"


    "It starts over and over again, and continues to strengthen its power!"


    "That can be used to establish a powerful corpse Taoist demon sect, glorify the ancestors, and honor the only world."


    "At that time, you and I were the founder of the Corpse Sect who founded the sect. What''s the point of being the head of the family?"


    …


    As if thinking of this vision, Zhang Quan''s face turned red, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was excited.


    Lu Chengyun was unmoved, but instead sneered and sneered:


    "Innocent!"


    Zhang Quan''s face darkened and he looked at Lu Chengyun with a bad look.


    Lu Chengyun didn''t care, but said coldly:


    "Although your Zhang family has passed down the corpse path from generation to generation, they have some backgrounds, but they are small clans, and there are only a few people, so their vision is limited and their pattern is smaller..."


    "Dover the state, establish a sect, and establish a demon sect?" Lu Chengyun mocked him, "Why do you think this is a playhouse?"


    "A second-grade corpse king, dozens of iron corpses, what kind of domineering can he be called?"


    "Are you a vegetarian in the Dao Ting?"


    "The Taoist court unified the nine states. Some demon giants who have been passed down for thousands of years still know how to lurk and make a secret arrangement, and dare not stand up. With these first and second-grade zombies, what state will we occupy and what do we call a domineering?"


    "Is it worth it?"


    Zhang Quan''s face turned blue and red.


    Lu Chengyun shook his head and sighed:


    "You only know how to refine corpses, and you know very little about this world of cultivation, and you are far from understanding the power of the Dao Ting."


    "We act in secret, build a corpse mine, raise some corpses, and do not show any signs of the mountains or revealing water, and the Daoting may not be able to take care of them."


    "Even if you want to care, you may not be willing to pay that price and fight us to the death."


    "But if you make great efforts and use the banner of inheriting the corpse path and establishing the Demon Sect, you will be a taboo in the Dao Court!"


    "Daoting will kill us at all costs!"


    "Once the wind leaks, within three days, hundreds of foundation-building soldiers will hold silver spears and penetrate golden armor, and the formation will be vast and will directly reach the door."


    "Correate all the corpses in this corpse mine, kill them, and crush them to ashes!"


    "Not to mention a corpse king, even ten are useless!"


    "It''s just a corpse king, not a big monster, a big corpse, a big ghost, a big disaster that is rare in a thousand years. Why do you and I dare to touch the bad luck of the Dao Court and violate the Dao Court''s taboo?"


    "Are you stupid, or are you afraid of your life?"


    Lu Chengyun''s tone was not at all polite.


    Zhang Quan couldn''t say a word, and he held anger in his heart and said angrily:


    "But it can''t...just mining..."


    Lu Chengyun''s eyes sank, "So your situation is too small."


    Zhang Quan was stunned.


    Lu Chengyun sneered, "What''s wrong with mining?"


    “What is the exchange for mining?”


    "I''m changing to the spirit stone!"


    "Who doesn''t want spirit stones in this world? Who would think there are too many spirit stones? Without spirit stones, what kind of immortals should be cultivated and what kind of Tao should I seek?"


    Zhang Quan frowned, thinking.


    Lu Chengyun said indifferently:


    "This monk from Nanyue City is alive and mining for our Lu family. Even if he dies and becomes a zombie, he will still mining for our Lu family!"


    "Everything and death are all enslaved by our Lu family!"


    "Living people dig during the day, and dead people dig at night."


    "This mine will always produce, and our Lu family will have a steady stream of spirit stones!"


    "The spirit stone is the foundation!"


    "With these spirit stones, we can buy the tunnel cemetery, bribe all forces, raise them as ''pigs, raise them as greedy, stupid, and unsatisfied. We can only rely on our Lu family to raise them, so that we can truly be rampant in this small wasteland state!"


    "Dominate? Is there any use to dominate?"


    "Become a demon? So what can I do if I become a demon?"


    "The Taoist court is unified and the demon cultivator who dares to stand out will have no place to die!"


    "The real demonic way must learn to cling to the Dao Tingsi, monopolize the industry, earn spirit stones, absorb the blood of monks in the state world, enslave them with power, oppress them with identity, and squeeze them with spirit stones..."


    "Not relying on killing, no corpse poison, no magic skills..."


    "In an open land, eat their meat, drink their blood, and strengthen yourself!"


    "Even if Daoting wants to investigate, he can''t find anything."


    "The local Daotingsi is our people; the local sects are in harmony with us; the local families are in our breath and breathe;"


    "The miners below are so gentle and slight, and they are trampled by us. They dare not say it. Even if they say it, no one will believe it..."


    "This is how to use the spirit stone!"


    "This is the real thing, one hand covering the sky!"


    Lu Chengyun''s voice was decisive and his eyes were deep.


    Zhang Quan''s expression changed.


    The ink painting hiding behind the altar was also frightened.


    In the altar of ten thousand corpses, there was silence.


    After a moment, Lu Chengyun said lightly:


    "Brother Zhang, do you understand?"


    Zhang Quan came to his senses, his eyelids twitched slightly, and nodded in a vague way.


    Lu Chengyun nodded slightly and said meaningfully:


    "If you drive these zombies to kill people, Daoting will kill us."


    "But you drove them to mine, earn spirit stones, and give them to Daotingsi, and even to Daoting..."


    "Not only will they not kill us, they also want us to kill more people, refine more corpses, dig more mines, and give them more spirit stones..."


    "The times are different. Even if you cultivate demons, it is not all about fighting, killing..."


    "Brother Zhang, think about it carefully..."


    After Lu Chengyun finished speaking, he patted Zhang Quan on the shoulder and turned around and left.


    In the altar, only Zhang Quan was left. Of course there are also ink paintings.


    Mo Hua hid behind the altar, shocked and cold sweat oozed out of her back.


    This Lu Chengyun was even more sinister than he thought.


    Scheming is even more terrifying.


    If he really succeeds, he will take advantage of both good and evil and bribe everything.


    Then this corpse mine may really be like a thousand-year-old tree packing, deeply planted in this mine, with interests as the root, implicated from top to bottom, deeply rooted, and difficult to remove...


    Mo Hua took a slight breath of air conditioning, but at this moment, he heard a sound.


    “Nonsense!”


    Ink painting was stunned.


    This is Zhang Quan’s voice.


    After Lu Chengyun walked away, Zhang Quan said angrily:


    “It’s nonsense!”


    "I didn''t do it well, but I surrendered to the Dao Ting, pleased the Dao Tingsi, flattered all forces, and made them a dog. I really don''t know what it means!"


    "Let the zombies keep mining?"


    "Can zombies call zombies if they don''t eat people or drink blood?"


    "It''s simply a shame to our ancestors!"


    "What''s even more annoying is that the spirit stones earned from mining need to be sent out?"


    "I''m really used to being a dog for people!"


    "I actually said that I have a small situation? I think you are the head of the family for a long time. You are greedy for wealth and short-sighted and timid!"


    "How can you compare to the devil''s dominance after hundreds of years?"


    "Build a demon sect, promote the corpse path, shine the ancestors, leave a bad reputation in the history of the state, and leave a reputation among fellow corpse cultivators. Even if it is only for a moment, it is finally killed by the Daoting, and the corpse bones are gone, it is enough!"


    Zhang Quan looked generous and had a determined look.


    …


    Ink painting is silent.


    This Zhang Quan has his own ideas...


    And...the belief and pursuit of corpse path?


    Ink painting is difficult to evaluate at the moment.


    Zhang Quan scolded Lu Chengyun for a while, calmed down. After a moment, he smiled coldly and murmured in a low voice:


    “Lu Chengyun…”


    "You are not the only one who decides for refining a corpse..."


    “…Once the corpse king is refined, you can’t help it…”


    "I''m not as timid as you."


    "I will definitely let the corpse king appear in the world, the iron corpse slaughter the city, let the Nanyue City be everywhere, let the small wilderness realm become purgatory, and let the monks in this world be frightened, let them know what the real corpse cultivator is!"


    Zhang Quan''s voice was cold, and after saying that, he snorted coldly, then left.


    The ink painting''s eyes flashed, and the cold light was slightly condensed.


    Zhang Quan, Lu Chengyun…


    Although the two acted very differently, they were not good things.


    No matter who controls the Corpse King, there will be no good results.


    One floating corpse is everywhere, the other is poisoned far-reaching.


    Mo Hua thought of Zhang Quan''s angry expression again, and thought about what he had just said.


    Zhang Quan and Lu Chengyun are incompatible, and according to his opinion, he also wants to control the corpse king?


    If you want to control the corpse king, you will inevitably open the bronze coffin.


    In this way, wouldn’t I have a chance?


    The eyes of the ink painting flashed.


    From then on, he spent all his free time following Zhang Quan.


    When Zhang Quan was alone, he was indeed sneaky and even set up a formation to let his spiritual sense peek, not knowing what he was preparing for.


    In order to prevent the ink painting from alerting the snake, he did not dare to peek carefully.


    But he knew that Zhang Quan would definitely make small moves.


    He is like this now, exactly the same as when he wants to make trouble.


    Sure enough, a few days later, one night, while Lu Chengyun was busy with affairs, he left the corpse mine to handle family affairs, Zhang Quan also secretly went out.


    Mo Hua hurriedly disappeared, left his room, took a step forward, and waited for him at the Altar of Ten Thousand Corpse.


    In less than a cup of tea, Zhang Quan entered the altar.


    Mo Hua still hid behind the altar and looked at him secretly.


    Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Quan was sneaky and a little worried, he took out a bronze coffin nail from the storage bag.


    Mo Hua''s eyes lit up and she immediately figured it out.


    "So it''s a coffin nail!"


    This coffin nail is both a key and also contains a formation.


    Normal coffin nails are used to seal the coffin, but this coffin nail is used to open the coffin.


    Zhang Quan took out the coffin nails, measured them along the coffin lid, and found three inches to nail the coffin into the bronze coffin.


    Then, on the bronze coffin, the breath flashed slightly.


    Something seems to be opened.


    Zhang Quan was overjoyed and immediately lifted the lid of the coffin, revealing the bronze coffin with a blood array inside.


    Zhang Quan took out another dagger, cut his palm, and dripped the blood along the groove on the coffin.


    When the blood trough was filled, Zhang Quan took out another corpse-controlling bell.


    This corpse-controlling bell is neither stone nor wood, neither copper nor iron, and is pitch black all over, with the same blood patterns as in the bronze coffin.


    Zhang Quan shook the corpse control bell.


    The sound was dull and weird, like a zombie whispering.


    After shaking for a while, Zhang Quan fed the corpse with blood again, then shook the corpse control bell, and walked against the bronze coffin with strange steps.


    Feed blood, rattle the bell, and reverse direction.


    There are words in your mouth.


    Although I couldn''t quite understand the ink painting, based on my previous research and the knowledge of corpse refining that Lu Ming had asked about it, I could probably guess that this was a special corpse control technique in the corpse refining method.


    Sure enough, I fed the blood seven times, shaking the bell seven times, and then traveled seven times.


    A heartbeat sounded from the bronze coffin.


    This is the heartbeat of the dead.


    It is completely different from the heartbeat of a living person, evil and strange.


    Just listening to the ink painting, I felt uncomfortable all over and my heart was a little suffocated.


    Fortunately, the heart only beat slightly and stopped.


    Zhang Quan was overjoyed.


    He sealed the coffin again, took away the nails, looked around again, and made sure that there was no one around and no other traces were left. Then he sneered and left the huge and empty altar.


    But behind the altar, Mo Hua poked out his little head.


    (This chapter ends)