Chapter 1901

Hundreds of thousands of mountains and rivers, that full of corpses scattered a monstrous corpse gas, the eyes are full of famous masters in nine countries and seven seas, most of whom are strong in kendo.

The change of Jian Kui evaluation made many masters from nine countries and seven seas who participated in the Jian Kui evaluation die here, including figures like the Tang emperor, who also became one of the many corpses here.

Alas, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was admired by all parties in the nine countries. Even Qi TIANYAO Saint regarded him as a rare friend in his life. No one expected that he would die like this. He died in this place where no one cared, and there was not even a person to collect his body.

I don't know when the umbrella bearer appeared here. Standing on a broken cliff, looking at the scattered bodies under the cliff, his face was neither happy nor sad, and he couldn't see any expression.

Suddenly, among the mountains of corpses, there was a small thing drilling out. The umbrella bearer's eyes changed and looked at the thing drilling out of the corpse.

"Ah ~ ~ this charming aroma, I can finally have a good meal." Among the corpses, the thing that looks like a big radish has a slightly hoarse voice, an intoxicated expression on his face, and his hands and feet are still moving there.

If Fang Lin saw this scene here, he would definitely recognize it. It turned out to be a thousand year old corpse ginseng.

At the moment, the thousand year old corpse ginseng sat among countless corpses, and hurriedly began to absorb the corpse gas here, so that it was called a big feast, completely intoxicated, and there was no pair of eyes above looking at it at all.

The strong corpse gas diffused here continues to converge towards the Millennium corpse ginseng, like a whirlpool, madly pouring into the Millennium corpse ginseng.

The thousand year old corpse ginseng looks like a bottomless hole. No matter how huge and dense the corpse gas is, the thousand year old corpse ginseng absorbs effortlessly, but it is comfortable on the face.

"My uncle hasn't been so happy for a long time. Since I joined Fang Lin, my life is getting worse day by day. It's still my uncle who is wise and hides here for so long. Finally, I can enjoy it safely." The thousand year old corpse ginseng muttered, squinted and shook his head, which was called a leisurely.

"Alas, I don't know when the boy will come back, where he has gone, and there is no news at all, which has made me worried for several days. However, the boy's life is very hard. Like the bedbugs in the pit, even my uncle will be defeated by such a chance. It's estimated that nothing will happen to this boy."

"The world is really chaotic, but it has nothing to do with my uncle. Anyway, no matter how chaotic it is, it can't fall on my head. What should it be? It's a big deal to escape directly to the endless grotto. Anyway, there's a lot of corpse gas there."

The thousand year old corpse ginseng said something left and right, sighing from time to time, but the process of absorbing corpse Qi was not affected at all.

For a long time, the thousand year old corpse ginseng seemed to have absorbed almost. He felt his stomach and lay down on an unknown corpse, humming tuneless tunes in his mouth.

The umbrella bearer looked at it silently, with an expression of trance on his face, as if he had been too absorbed.

In a trance, the umbrella bearer sighed, and the expression on his face could not tell whether it was joy or sadness.

"Tu Shan, is this your compassion for all creatures on the earth?" The umbrella bearer looked up at the sky and said that the black umbrella could not be held tightly.

After another look at the Millennium corpse ginseng, the umbrella bearer turned around and disappeared here with a smile on his face.

"Hmm? It seems that some shameless person was peeping at my uncle just now?" The Millennium corpse ginseng suddenly seemed to feel something, stood up and looked at the cliff where the umbrella bearer was just now, muttering.

However, no one saw it, and the Millennium corpse ginseng didn't care. It continued to lie here and enjoy its own corpse gas feast.

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In a deep and humid mountain stream, there was a dead body with a peaceful face and a head of silver.

The umbrella bearer came here and walked slowly to the body of the old silver man. Looking at the peaceful color on the old silver man's face, the umbrella bearer felt a little sad and sighed slightly.

"The demon saint who had such a beautiful life, but died so desolate, his bodies fell in this sunless place, and few people will remember you." The umbrella bearer murmured, not knowing whether it was for the body of the old silver man or for himself.

The silver old man is Jing Zhulong. He was killed by Mo shouhei, and his body fell here. No one knows, but the umbrella bearer found Jing Zhulong's body here.

The parachutist had a little hope that Jing Zhulong might have a chance to survive. After all, Jing Zhulong had been badly hit by Mo shouhei and had been suppressed for so many years. Maybe he could survive this time.

But when the umbrella bearer saw the body of Jing Zhulong, he knew that he was unable to return to the sky. Jing Zhulong was completely dead, and there was no life left, and his soul had already dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even if he is the incarnation of the ancient spirit and has some of the power of Tu Shan's ancient spirit, he can't save a dead person.

The parachutist squatted down and wanted to take Jing Zhulong's body away. Although the man was dead, he couldn't just put it here. After all, he was once a demon saint and died for all sentient beings in the world.

Just when the umbrella bearer wanted to put away Jing Zhulong's body, he saw a piece of red light wrapped around Jing Zhulong's body, so that the umbrella bearer could not touch his body.

The umbrella bearer was slightly stunned, and then smiled bitterly, with a somewhat sad color.

"Your brother is dead." The umbrella bearer said in a very soft tone.

The red mans turned into a girl in red, staring at the umbrella bearer with hostility, and the sword Qi spread out. It seemed that as long as the umbrella bearer dared to approach Jing Zhulong's body again, this sword Qi would fall on the umbrella bearer.

The umbrella bearer was helpless and could only smile bitterly. The girl in red was the soul of Jing Qinghong, Jing Zhulong's sister who died in his early years. She had been stored in the Qinghong sword before. However, with the death of Jing Zhulong, Jing Qinghong's soul also broke away from the Qinghong sword and remained on Jing Zhulong's body, never willing to leave. Even if she went on like this, her soul would eventually disappear completely.

Maybe for Jing Zhulong, death is a kind of relief, but for Jing Qinghong's soul, Jing Zhulong sees her only dependence in the world. Once Jing Zhulong dies, Jing Qinghong doesn't want to become a ghost, but is willing to guard Jing Zhulong's body in a limited time, and then slowly dissipate.

Looking at the stubborn expression of the girl in red, the umbrella bearer knew that it was useless to say anything, so he could only nod his head and turn around to leave.

But before leaving, he also left a force here, so that Jing Zhulong's body would not be disturbed.