Chapter 100

Qin Mu returned to the Inn and continued to study the Dayu demon Sutra. Unconsciously, late at night, he had learned more than ten kinds of spells, but there was no corresponding skill, and the power of these spells could only play a large part.

"We must find the great unification skill, otherwise it is difficult to give full play to the power of the great cultivation demon Sutra."

He was watching intently, and suddenly he felt his waist warm. Something was arching himself. Looking down, he found that the little white fox leaned against him and fell asleep, rubbing his head against him in his sleep.

Qin Mu smiled, carefully sent the little demon fox to the bed, let her sleep with a pillow, and returned to the table to continue to understand the great cultivation of heaven demon Sutra.

After a long time, he was sleepy, so he turned out the light, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the morning of the next day, Feng Xiuyun came to see Qin Mu on board and said, "son, I can only send you here. Go down the river and you can enter Yankang. Son, be careful all the way. Get to the capital of Yankang as soon as possible, and the patriarch has been waiting there."

Qin Mu nodded and waved goodbye.

In front of the fleet, on the tall quay, soldiers were stirring the winch and creaking the huge iron gate. Merchant ships slowly started up, and were sent away from the Mishui pass by the current and down the Yongjiang river.

Qin Mu and Hu linger stood in the bow of the boat and looked around. They saw that the scenery on both sides of the Yongjiang river was gradually different from the ruins. There were some rich villages along the river, hidden in the mountains and forests. Unlike the ruins, they were all thatched houses.

There are more and more ships on the river, most of which are carrying ore cargoes. The draft is very deep. There are also some mines on the Bank of the river, and many mining slaves are mining.

"How many abandoned people are there in the ruins?" Qin Mu withdrew his eyes.

After another hundred miles, there are smelters on the Bank of the river. Huge furnaces are refining ores, and many ships stop here to unload minerals.

The fire was dozens of feet high. The fire was fierce. When the boat passed by, Qin Mu saw a dozen magical powers blowing the wind and casting spells to make the fire stronger and raise the temperature.

There are also some magical powers who are using magic to draw the river water and cool the refined black iron and red copper.

There are also some magical powers who use the spirit of white tiger to display their magical powers, cutting black iron and red copper, and cutting them into neat squares for easy stacking and shipment.

This scene is hard to see in the ruins.

"Regardless of human, material and financial resources, Yankang is far away from the super market." Qin Mu praised.

From a small perspective, we can see the prosperity and strength of a country. The smelter near the Yongjiang River is close to the water source, and the transportation is convenient. It can continuously provide materials for the Empire, refine spiritual soldiers, and improve military equipment. We can imagine the military strength of Yankang.

"Feng Xiuyun said that some sects took advantage of the defeat of the Yankang national division in the market and assassinated the Yankang national division on the road, causing serious injury to the Yankang national division and rebellion."

Qin Mu thought, "although the national division of Yankang suffered losses on the edge of the ruins, the vitality of the army was not injured, and the overall combat power was still there. The strong people around him were like clouds, and he was the first person under God. How could he be assassinated and severely damaged? There is something strange in this. If you can't see it, I'm afraid these rebel sects will die without a place to bury."

The ships of the caravan were pulled by giant beasts in the water, and they came to Dijiang County in the evening.

Dijiang county was built along the river, which was a little bigger than Xianglong city. Qin Mu opened his God's eyes and looked around. He didn't find the majestic idol. He was vaguely uneasy. Suddenly he woke up and said to himself, "I still thought I was in the ruins..."

He had lived in the ruins since childhood, and it had become his instinct to find a place to live under the protection of gods before the night came. This habit could not be changed in a short time.

In front of Dijiang County, the caravan suddenly stopped and saw a fishing boat haunting in front. Some fishermen were fishing for floating bodies in the water with hooks.

"What bad luck." A businessman shook his head.

Qin Mu and Hu linger entered the city with the caravan. As soon as they entered the city, they saw a coffin on both sides of the street, with a large number of about fourorfive.

Qin Mu was startled. Some coffins had not yet been buried, and soldiers carried corpses in coffins. Some coffins had been covered, and the residents in the city hid far away and dared not come near.

"What happened here? Why did so many people die all at once?"

Qin Mu wondered. A merchant came forward and asked. A soldier said, "it's a floating corpse. The river rushed over. I don't know where it was from. It's estimated that the flood in the upper reaches, drowned, rushed to our Dijiang County, and was stopped by the dam. The county magistrate said that if these corpses piled up, there would be a plague, so let's beat some thin skinned coffins, bury them, and bury them tomorrow."

"I see."

Merchants from all walks of life drove to avoid and found inns. Qin Mu also found an inn and rested. After dinner, Qin Mu took out the geographical map of Yankang and looked at it.

Dijiang county is in the middle of Yankang. It takes more than ten days to reach the capital by going all the way north. If you go further east, you can see the sea about threethousand miles away.

The sky had dimmed, and the night was getting thicker and thicker. Qin Mu put down the map and looked out the window. The darkness here was different from that of the ruins. At night in Yankang, the sky became dark bit by bit, but there was still moonlight and starlight in the sky. At night, the darkness came from the west, covering the sky and everything, and there was no light in the darkness.

He carefully extended his hand out of the window, and the darkness outside the window was not at all dangerous.

"What happened to the ruins? So strange that darkness invaded?"

The boy dispelled the doubts in his heart and took out the Dayu demon Sutra to continue studying.

He smoothed out a line of white gloves and immersed his vitality in it. Suddenly, the silk thread soared and became thicker and thicker, revealing countless words.

Qin Mu studied carefully. This time, what he understood was the creation chapter in the great cultivation demon Sutra. There are many kinds of creation chapters in the great cultivation demon Sutra, including the creation demon skill, the creation God skill, the creation congenital skill, the creation King skill, the creation ghost skill, the creation spirit skill, the creation earth yuan skill, etc.

Qin Mu learned the magic skill of creation, but at that time, mother-in-law Si didn't teach him all. She only taught him the technique of sealing his soul, not the skill.

"There are seven pieces of creation skill, including innate skill, Diyuan skill, heavenly divine skill, heavenly demon skill, human king skill, ghost divine skill, and spiritual skill. They all involve creation. Is there any connection between them?"

Qin Mu studied it one by one. Peeling and making clothes in the nature demon skill is just a heresy. The most powerful part of this skill is to strengthen its own soul. The nature God skill is good at imitating other skills. However, Qin Mu studied it carefully and felt that what the nature God skill wants to Express should be impermanent potential and impermanent form, and imitating other skills and supernatural powers is only the appearance of the nature God skill.

Congenital skill reverses the baby. This skill can stay young forever. The young ancestor of Tianmo sect should cultivate the Xiantian palace of creation. The free innate skill of Tianmo sect should be a branch of the innate skill of creation.

Diyuan skill refined Yang God, human king skill refined kingcraft, ghost God skill refined Tongyou, and spiritual skill refined form.

These seven works of creation have their own subtleties, but they are difficult to understand. Qin Mu was fascinated by them and understood the mysteries. It was late at night unconsciously. There was silence outside, and only the sound of tapping came.

At this time, a dark wind blew from the window, and the candle flickered. Qin Mu hurriedly raised his hand to protect the candle. Suddenly, there was a creak in the street, which was very clear in the silent night.

Qin Mu was surprised. He covered the candle with one hand and flashed to the window. He closed the window lattice, leaving only a line.

The young man's fingers were spread, and the silk thread melted by the Dayu demon Sutra immediately flew, and hishishishishishiss knitted a glove as thin as a cicada's wing on his palm.

Qin Mu looked through the window and saw the moonlight pouring on the streets of Dijiang county. A coffin was parked on both sides of the street, and the watchman came from the other end of the street with a gong.

Suddenly, the watchman seemed to see something and stopped.

Creak, creak.

That strange sound came, and a coffin was pushed half way, and a figure in the coffin sat up straight.

Clatter.

The Gong in the watchman's hand was startled to fall to the ground, and suddenly the figure in the coffin flashed in front of the watchman like a ghost, and fell in front of the watchman. When he acted, his body seemed stiff, and his hands were inserted forward to shovel the watchman's head off his neck.

Qin Mu's heart shook slightly, and he heard the creaking sound coming constantly. A coffin opened, and floating corpses sat up in the coffin. At this time, the door of a room on the street opened and dozens of Taoists filed out.

The leading Taoist was dressed in a Bagua yellow robe, with a duster on his arms, a Taoist crown on his head and cloud covered shoes on his feet. The Taoist behind him was a black Taoist robe, each carrying a sword box, silent.

The Yellow watch paper in the Yellow robed Taoist's sleeve flew out and floated in the air, forming a long bridge.

This long bridge composed of yellow watch paper runs from this side of the street to the county yamen of Dijiang county magistrate!

Then, floating corpses jumped up, flew out of the coffin, ran rigidly in the air, stepped on yellow paper, and went straight to the county government!

Qin Mu stared and saw that these floating corpses rushed into the county yamen, and then a yellow watch paper flew out of the Yellow robed Taoist's sleeve, bridging the air, but spread to the four city gates in the southeast and northwest.

Behind him, Taoist priests in black immediately rose in the air, stepped on yellow paper, and went to the four city gates.

"No!"

Qin Mu's heart jumped, turned around like a whirlwind, packed up his clothes, made a bundle, woke up white fox, and quickly said, "don't talk, we'll leave the city quietly! Linger, you take the wind!"

Fox ling'er didn't understand his meaning, blinked sleepy eyes, and hadn't recovered.

Suddenly, there was an earth shaking noise from the direction of the county yamen, and a voice was startled and angry: "flying stiff! There is flying stiff! The immortal sect is attacking, protect adults quickly!"

"Your adult is dead, and your head is here!"