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Chapter 58 - The Crazy Taoist

However …

The old man didn't answer my question and instead said to me with a smile, "Let's go, little girl. Take me to see my masterpiece. Not long from now, this masterpiece will massacre everyone in every direction and will become a sharp weapon in the Psionic Mortal Realm."

As the old man spoke, he walked towards a door in front of him. I looked around and saw that this place looked like a solid castle. There was no way to escape at all.

The door here seems to be made up of some kind of formation. It seems to be a little like the Yin Yang Eight Trigram Formation, but I'm not sure, and I don't dare to try it out.

After all, the abilities that I have lost are no different from an ordinary weak girl. Even the formation that I know of might not be able to escape.

A thick door was pushed open, and I couldn't help but frown at the smell of rotting flesh that permeated the room. Initially, I hadn't thought the smell was good, but now I realized that compared to what was inside this room, it was nothing.

At this moment, the aura of rotting corpses that came from the oily black door was so strong that it caused one to feel nauseous.

The old man entered as if he did not notice at all.

I hesitated for a second and followed him in, because I believed that there were no fools in the world. Since they dared to let me stay here, it meant that they were certain that I would not be able to leave.

This kind of attitude caused one to feel very stifled, wishing they could vomit out a few mouthfuls of blood. However, this was the strength of the other party. As a prisoner, what could I do?

When the two of them came to a stop, I was stunned!

There was no way to keep the brain running.

The old man at her side laughed and asked, "What's wrong little girl? This is a beautiful work right? Let me tell you, I have cultivated so many corpses, but none of them have been as perfect as this one."

This is simply a gift from the heavens. If I am unable to successfully refine this item, then I would be too ashamed to face the ancestor …

As for you, my little girl, and your blood, as well as the three Jade Soul Fragment on your body, they will all help bring peace to my work.

By the time this desiccated corpse massacres everything, you will be recorded in history, how about it? Do you feel honored? " The crazy voice of the old man continuously lingered in his ears.

I gaped at the mummified corpse before me. This kind of mummified corpse was not rare in the Psionic Mortal Realm. The mummified corpse in front of me had already been refined, but it didn't have a soul yet.

This was the most critical step. As long as he could inject something useful into it, it would become extremely powerful.

But just how strong he is, will depend on how much you inject into him. Some dried corpses are controlled by people to become puppets, but his strength is not strong, and that kind of Corpsetaker is looked down upon by his clan, and is believed to be weak —

As for the old man in front of me, in order to make this desiccated corpse incomparably strong, he had set his sights on me.

Looking at the mummified corpse in front of me, I asked the old man expressionlessly, "Who exactly are you? How did you know I was the Zhang Clan's descendant? Why did you bring me here? How do you know that I have a Pure Yin Body? How do you know that the Jade Soul Fragment is on me? "

After a series of questions, I asked them all at once.

Since he couldn't run now, it would be better to say it out loud. At the very least, he had to be a ghost who understood what was going on.

The aura this old man gave me was very contradictory. It was like a heavenly wind, like a peerless expert from a paradise, or like some dark and petty villains.

However, to be able to use the blood of a living person and the items from a living person to refine this corpse, it was obvious that he was not a good person at all.

"Little girl, there are so many questions, aren't you afraid?" He looked at me with some amusement.

At this moment, I had no doubt that I was a piece of meat that could be cooked into delicacies in the eyes of this old man.

As for his fear?

I coldly laughed. "Are you going to let me off just because I'm afraid?"

That's right, you will let me go just because you're afraid of him. Everyone in this world has weaknesses, even if they're not afraid of death, there's still something he's afraid of, and I happen to be the one who's afraid of death.

After so many years of fighting and longing, no one was willing to die in such an aggrieved manner.

"Whatever. Since you still have some time, I'll tell you about it first. I'm bored here anyway." As the old man spoke, he walked out.

When the two of them returned to the place where I woke up, he sat on a chair and slowly said, "I am a Taoist."

Ah?

Daoist Priest?

With this old man's appearance, he was actually a Daoist. What kind of joke was this?

It would be more accurate to say where he came from!

In my eyes, Taoists are a type of profession that has a buddhist aura, but I don't feel that kind of aura from this old man at all. If he didn't say anything, I don't think anyone else would be able to see it.

Was this the so-called 'one cannot judge a book by its cover'?

However, even if he was a Daoist, this old man was still a demonic cultivator, like the ancient Shen Gonglei.

"What? You don't believe me, little girl?" Let me tell you, in the past, I also had the heart to transcend the world. However, this humanity has always slowly erased all of my kindness. Until now, I no longer hold any hope.

"Only with strength, power, and power can you rule this world, trample all those who have bullied you underfoot. Only then can you live a reckless life, and your name will remain in the annals of history …"

Looking at how he seemed to be talking about something that couldn't be stopped, I suddenly felt a little absent-minded. In my knowledge, there has never been any news about this old man.

Even though his master was not very strong, he could still be considered to be knowledgeable. The Zhang Family's Ancestral Hall had a lot of books, ranging from martial arts manuals to gossip about the mortal world.

When I was young, I would flip through them. It could be said that I knew a lot of people in the Psyche Realm. Of course, that was only limited to books.

However, after searching for a while, none of them matched up with this old man.

"Who are you? Who exactly are you? " I shouted crazily.

This person might set off a bloody storm in the martial world. The Psionic World was now extremely weak. Every profession was facing decline and could no longer withstand any kind of destruction.

Furthermore, his master was one of the most outstanding figures in the Psionic World. If this old man were to deal with him, he would first choose to kill to set an example.