Many of the ancient martial art practitioners in the great hall were experienced and knowledgeable. However, they had never seen such a creature before. It was neither a human nor a ghost nor a monstrous beast. Moreover, it had crawled out of a coffin. Just thinking about it made one's hair stand on end.
Mo Wen's eyes narrowed to the size of pinholes as he stared intently at the monster. Even at such a distance, he could feel an indescribable sense of danger.
Roar!
The monster roared, sending sand and stones flying. The roar shook the surrounding ancient martial art practitioners and caused them to retreat.
However, one of the ancient martial art practitioners could not retreat in time because a claw had appeared soundlessly in front of him. It grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air.
Roar!
In the blink of an eye, many of the ancient martial art practitioners could not even see clearly. The monster had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters and appeared in front of the ancient martial art practitioner. Its tall figure cast a large shadow on the ground.
Ptui!
The monster opened its mouth and revealed its fangs. With one bite, it bit the ancient martial art practitioner's throat. Blood splattered everywhere. The monster sucked the ancient martial art practitioner's blood in front of everyone.
In just a moment, the ancient martial art practitioner's body shriveled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. He gradually became a mummy.
Such a hair-raising scene caused all the ancient martial art practitioners to shiver uncontrollably.
"B * stard."
A Medical Sect elder roared in a low voice. He finally could not hold it in any longer. His eyes were filled with hatred. He took a step forward and flew towards the monster. In his hand was a dagger. It was a low-grade spiritual weapon.
The person that the monster had eaten was also an ancient martial art practitioner of the Medical Sect. He was in the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm. He was the elder's brother. How could he bear to see his elder brother die at the hands of the monster?
"Come back."
Jiang Pingzhou's expression changed slightly. Even in the Medical Sect, there were not many intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioners. The death of even one was a great loss. However, it was already too late. In his rage, the person had already lost his rationality.
The Medical Sect elder successfully appeared in front of the monster. He was not obstructed at all. The monster did not even look at him. It continued to carry the shriveled corpse and suck the blood in large mouthfuls. It was like a hungry person who had encountered a delicacy.
"Die!"
The Medical Sect elder shouted loudly. He suddenly stabbed the dagger in his hand towards the monster's heart. A white light streaked across the sky. The power of spiritual power fluctuated on the dagger. It was so dazzling that everyone could not open their eyes.
Ding!
However, when the dagger stabbed into the monster's chest, it was as if it had encountered the hardest steel. It only managed to penetrate a little before it could not go any deeper.
When the surrounding ancient martial art practitioners saw this, they all inhaled sharply. Most of them knew that ancient martial art practitioner. He was a famous intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner from the Medical Sect. His battle prowess was probably not below Chen Wuhui's.
He went all out and used his Spirit Tool, but he couldn't even pierce through the monster's skin.
What kind of monster was this?
Everyone felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet to their heads.
Roar!
The monster casually threw away the corpse in its hand, then stretched out a claw and grabbed the creature that dared to provoke it.
The Medical Sect elder instinctively wanted to dodge, but a terrifying and bloody aura pressed down on him. His body froze, as if he had fallen into a quagmire, and he couldn't move for a long time.
The monster easily caught hold of the cultivator from the Medical Sect. Immediately after, a bloody scene occurred. The monster bit the cultivator's throat and sucked his blood vigorously.
It seemed to be very fond of human blood, its scarlet eyes revealing a look of enjoyment.
"As expected, it is very powerful. Unfortunately, it still failed. Otherwise, at this moment, 'he' would be equivalent to an immortal cultivator in the Primordial Soul realm. "
Mo Wen looked at the huge monster and sighed softly. There was a look of pity in his eyes, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Zombie …! Could it be that he is the legendary zombie? "
An elder from the Purple Qi Pavilion seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly pointed at the monster, his body trembling. His face was pale.
He was not young. In the Purple Qi Pavilion, he should belong to the senior generation. The Purple Qi Pavilion had a deep heritage and a vast collection of ancient books. At this moment, he was the first to recognize the origin of the monster.
The legend of the zombie came from the immortal cultivators. Moreover, it was very unorthodox and belonged to the category of monsters. Things like zombies were rarely seen in the ancient martial arts world, but they truly existed.
"Zombie!"
As soon as he said this, the expressions of most of the people around them changed drastically. Although no one had seen one before, there were many rumors about zombies.
Legend had it that wherever there were zombies, there would be plagues. The people would be plunged into misery and suffering, and the land would be red for thousands of miles.
As martial artists from the Inner World, they knew very well that zombies were a product of the Immortal Cultivation World and were incredibly powerful.
Sounds of people sucking in cold breaths could be heard in the hall. Everyone looked at each other, and almost all of them could see the fear in each other's eyes.
"Look, there's a Dark Soul Pearl on his head. That's definitely a Dark Soul Pearl, there's no doubt about it."
A cultivator pointed at the top of the zombie's head. His voice was filled with an indescribable heat as he stared unblinkingly at the zombie. The Dark Soul Pearl was a treasure that could turn an ancient martial art practitioner into an immortal. It was something that every ancient martial art practitioner dreamed of.
On the zombie's head, there was a strange hat. The hat was inlaid with a black bead. It was about the size of a red date, and it exuded a cold aura. The coldness in the entire hall was probably related to that bead.
"As expected, it is the Dark Soul Pearl. It is an item of extreme Yin and coldness. There is no mistaking it," the experienced and knowledgeable elder of the Purple Qi Pavilion said as he nodded his head. The Yin Soul Pearl was not difficult to identify, but he did not expect that the Yin Soul Pearl would actually appear on a zombie's hat.
In addition to the Dark Soul Pearl, everyone discovered another object at the same time.
The Cries of Hades Bell!
There was a small purple bell tied to the zombie's left wrist. Although it did not make any sound, it constantly released a strange aura. Some ancient martial art practitioners with lower cultivation felt dizzy when they stared at the purple bell for a long time. They even felt as if the spirit fox was about to be sucked into the bell.
The two divine items finally appeared in front of everyone. For a moment, everyone's breathing quickened, and their gazes became heated.
Whether it was the Dark Soul Pearl or the Cries of Hades Bell, they were both treasures that ancient martial art practitioners dreamed of. If one obtained either of them, their future achievements would be limitless.
Yin Banshuang stared at the Dark Soul Pearl. She clenched her fists, and her breathing became faster. She had been cleansed by the Vital Qi. If she obtained the Dark Soul Pearl, with her talent, her chances of becoming an immortal would very likely reach fifty percent.
A fifty percent chance was something that no ancient martial art practitioner dared to think about. After all, becoming an immortal was too difficult and uncertain for ancient martial art practitioners.
The same emotions appeared on almost everyone's faces. Even Mo Wen was no exception. The Dark Soul Pearl was also very useful to him. However, he was not using it to increase his chances of becoming an immortal. Only he knew what price he would have to pay to use the Dark Soul Pearl to become an immortal.
If he had any other choice, he would definitely not use the Dark Soul Pearl to complete the process of becoming an immortal.
"If I am not wrong, this zombie should be the last Sect Leader of Luofeng Sect. He was once a Martial Arts Grandmaster."
Mo Wen said slowly.
In reality, after knowing about the Dark Soul Pearl, he had already predicted what would happen next.
The Dark Soul Pearl did indeed have the ability to increase the chances of becoming an immortal, and the chances were very high. However, if one used the Dark Soul Pearl to become an immortal, they could only become an underworld cultivator. They could either walk the Ghost Path or the Corpse Path. Not only were these two paths difficult to walk, but they were also not paths that Mo Wen could pursue.
He had more or less guessed what had happened back then. Luofeng Sect had met with an accident and was completely destroyed. However, the magnificent Sect Leader had not died. He had found such a place. His goal was most likely not just to hide the treasures of Luofeng Sect, but to find a place to become an immortal.
This place was far colder than the outside world. It was a rare dark land and was the most suitable place for the Dark Soul Pearl to transform. Once it was successful, the Sect Leader would most likely become an underworld immortal cultivator and come out again. Moreover, he would have an almost immortal life.
The lifespan of underworld cultivators was very long. However, because of this, their cultivation was also very bumpy and slow.
There were two ways to use the Dark Soul Pearl to transform into an underworld cultivator. One was through sacrifice, and the other was through nurturing.
The difference between the two methods was that sacrifice required a living person to go through a special ceremony to transform into an underworld cultivator. Nurturing, on the other hand, required a dead person to go through a special environment and slowly transform into an underworld immortal cultivator over a long period of time.
Both methods required the Dark Soul Pearl to be used as a guide.
In the Immortal Cultivation world, some Immortal Cultivation sects that followed the path of the underworld would often place the Dark Soul Pearl in the mouths of the most talented dead people. Then, they would place the coffin in a place of extreme Yin. After hundreds or even thousands of years of nurturing, a portion of the dead people would become underworld immortal cultivators and come back to life.
The underworld immortal cultivators that were nurtured through this method would be far more talented and capable than the underworld cultivators who had been transformed through sacrifice.
However, the advantage of the sacrificial transformation was that they did not have to pay with their lives. Even if they failed, they would most likely not die. As for the underworld immortal cultivators who were nurtured, if they did not succeed, they would sleep forever.
Some extreme underworld immortal cultivator sects would often kill ordinary people with exceptional talents in order to nurture the next generation of disciples. Then, they would place them in a place of extreme Yin to be nurtured. Usually, out of a hundred people, only two or three would be successfully transformed. The rest were all sacrifices and funerary objects.
Right now, Mo Wen had already roughly guessed what was going on.
Back then, the sect leader of Luofeng Sect might not have died immediately in the disaster, but he had definitely suffered from an incurable injury and was not far from death. That was why he had chosen the path of nurturing.
If that was not the case, any normal person would not take such a huge risk. They would definitely have chosen sacrifice instead of nurturing.
Unfortunately, the sect leader who had chosen the path of nurturing had still failed. That zombie was only a semi-finished product. It could not be called an underworld immortal cultivator because it did not have its own thoughts and intelligence.
This type of semi-finished product was known as a corpse puppet in the Immortal Cultivation world. Immortal cultivators could refine them into their own puppet doppelgänger, which was equivalent to a second self. (To be continued.)
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