Chapter 693

"If someone from the Myths or the Immortals came here more than 20 years ago and practiced the Divine Arts of Diabolism without losing his mind, succumbing to Qigong Deviation, going mad to death, or exploding to death, what level of cultivation would he have achieved? Surviving through Samsara, exchanging Karma points, absorbing genuine Qi, Essence Spirit, flesh, and blood. Even if he didn't become a Dharmakaya, he would at least be at the peak of the Exterior. "

Meng Qi felt goosebumps all over his body and a chill ran down his spine. Could it be that Old Zhong was the real Old Devil, the True Skyscraping Devil?

The Four Erosion of the Skyscraping Devil could corrode flesh, bones, meridians, and soul. It could absorb the opponent's flesh, blood, bones, meridians, Essence Spirit, genuine Qi, and soul to improve one's strength, restore one's youth, and prolong one's life. It was similar to the Absorbing Stars Skill and the North Underworld Divine Kung Fu, but more vicious, more terrifying, and more effective. It came from a comic book Mengqi had read in his previous life. It was from the Skyscraping Devil Kung Fu created by the Great Skyscraping Devil. It was not a skill from the main world. When practiced to a high level, the Skyscraping Devil Kung Fu could prove the Golden Body of the Skyscraping Devil.

"Even for someone who isn't from the Myths or the Immortals, 20 years of Samsara is no small matter! Even if the interval between Samsara increases as one's strength increases, 20 years means at least 15 or 16 Samsara cycles. Exchanging for Karma points and practicing the Skyscraping Devil Kung Fu, how terrifying would that be? "

Mengqi had only gone through six or seven Samsara cycles, but he was already in the top 20 of the Ranking List of Young Masters. What more a veteran Samsara traveler who had gone through 15 or 16 Samsara cycles? Moreover, the Skyscraping Devil Kung Fu could be practiced quickly, unlike the Eight Nine Mysteries and the Golden Bell Shield, which required careful training. Without a fortuitous encounter, it was difficult to improve quickly!

"Even if he's not at the peak of the Exterior, he's at least a grandmaster …" Mengqi felt a chill run down his spine. He suppressed his emotions and calmly looked around, worried that Old Zhong would suddenly pounce on them and give them a Skyscraping Devil Kung Fu.

"No wonder that great bandit had a mental breakdown …"

"Fortunately, he didn't come rashly and gathered a large number of helpers. Otherwise, he would have died in the line of duty …"

"That's not right. If Old Zhong's strength is so terrifying, he would have broken into the Qiu family's Junk Ship in broad daylight and sucked every last one of them. Could it be that he's a grandmaster?"

Throughout the history of the Qiu family, the strongest person was a First Class Master of the Third Heaven of the Exterior. No one had ever stepped into the Absolute Realm. Now, the only surviving elder was a First Heaven of the Exterior. Where could they find a grandmaster?

Could it be that their secret involved a powerful force or a rogue cultivator?

Everyone else was carefully studying the strange corpse, trying to figure out Old Zhong's origins. Only Meng Qi's mind was wandering, thinking about other things.

"That's not right either. Practicing Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon will cause one's appearance and temperament to change to that of a Skyscraping Devil. Old Zhong's strength and the influence of Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon would not have left Yangxia without telling us … All of us combined are weaker than one of his fingers. Why didn't he just wait in the yard and use Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon to suck all of us dry before leaving?"

The more he thought about it, the more Mengqi felt that something was wrong. He walked deeper into the house and checked the corpses hanging inside.

The stench of corpses was nauseating. It was hard for Old Zhong to practice in such an environment and enjoy it.

"The corpses outside are very fresh. They're all from the last one or two months. The ones inside are mostly old, at most a year old …" Mr. Cui stood in the "forest of corpses" with his back to Mengqi, talking to himself.

Even the oldest corpses would have turned into bones and been buried again.

Mr. Cui ignored Mengqi and checked the corpses by himself. Mengqi did not disturb him and looked for traces on his own.

"Eh, the corrosion of these parts of the corpses is not clear. Some of the bones are still intact, some of the flesh has not completely melted, and some of the bones are missing …" Mengqi pinched his nose and looked at the old corpses.

This was obviously the sign of a beginner in Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon!

"Old Zhong's disciple? Doesn't seem like it … The old corpses are still hanging opposite to the new ones. This should be a method of self-observation and improvement … "

"But Old Zhong's Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon shouldn't be this weak, right?"

Mengqi frowned and was full of confusion. This was completely contrary to his judgment.

Old Zhong's strength was already extraordinary 20 years ago. It did not make sense that he had not improved after so many years …

This was what Mengqi felt when he used Supernatural Power of Shaking Heaven and Hitting Earth to evoke the painful memories in Blade Scar's heart. He also knew that Old Zhong had taught Blade Scar a martial art, which was the real foundation for his rise. However, he could not find out what it was exactly.

"Could it be that Old Zhong's strength has nothing to do with the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon? Did he only start practicing the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon in the last one or two years? "This thought suddenly flashed through Mengqi's mind.

"The Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon is very easy to be possessed by the devil. If one is not careful, he will lose his mind and become violent. Any rational person would not directly practice it unless there is no other way. Hmm, except for the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms … So, Old Zhong turned his own understanding into another martial art and taught it to Blade Scar so that he could accumulate experience? Wait until all the problems are almost solved before practicing on his own? "

"This can explain why Blade Scar could not bear to think about practicing that martial art. It became one of his painful memories. Practicing the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon with the body of a human, and the version that Old Zhong modified himself, it is hard not to feel painful!"

"No wonder he has put on so much weight. The handsome young man in the past has turned into the Flesh Mountain Demon King. Apart from self-indulgence, there is something similar to the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon, which caused his appearance and body shape to change into that of a Skyscraping Demon …"

This speculation was consistent with logic and phenomenon, which made Mengqi vaguely feel that it was the truth. But here came the problem. No Samsara traveler would spend so much time training disciples to find the correct way to practice, because those who did so would have long died because their strength could not keep up with the increasing difficulty of the Samsara task.

With so much time, it would be better to collect scripts and minerals to exchange for Karma points. Then, he could ask the Dominator of Samsara in Six Realms to perform the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon. Then, he could practice it again to make up for his foundation. Anyway, the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon was a skill that could be mastered quickly, so there was still time.

"Could it be that Old Zhong is like the Evil Prince, who picked up the Immortal Pressing Art and the Kung Fu of Heaven and Demon?" Mengqi recalled his own experience and naturally made this connection.

As for where Old Zhong "picked up" and why he had been living in Yangxia for more than 20 years without stirring up trouble, Mengqi could not guess and did not know.

The origin of these corpses was relatively clear. Some of them were the unburied corpses stored in the memorial hall, and some were the vagrants and beggars. Anyway, no one paid attention to their disappearance. Everyone checked the corpses and found nothing.

The other rooms in the yard were clean, without a single piece of paper. It seemed that Old Zhong had left in a relatively calm manner and did not leave any valuable clues.

"Little Su, you and Old Li will guard this yard tonight. Don't let stray dogs and beggars break in and destroy the corpses and evidence." Governor Arrester Zheng Jushan ordered, "I will ask the yamen of the county capital to send the best arrester here to check the corpses and find clues."

He was secretly relieved that the strange Old Zhong had escaped on his own. He did not need to take any more risks and could leave the task to the county government.

This was exactly what Mengqi wanted, so he immediately agreed. He wanted to carefully check the corpses and the yard to see if there were any special traces left by a Samsara traveler, such as another kung fu that did not belong to this world.

Li Chong was scared out of his wits. There were so many corpses hanging on the wall, as well as the strange and terrible corrosive marks. The gloomy yard was frightening even during the day, let alone at night.

"Governor … Governor Zheng, I'm old and can't stand the cold nights …" Before he could finish, he saw Governor Zheng, Mr. Cui, and the others walk away, ignoring his voice. Only he and Little Su were left to guard the scene.

Li Chong's wrinkles deepened and his smile was uglier than crying. "Little Su, please take care of me."

"Old Li, what are you afraid of?" Mengqi laughed.

Li Chong lowered his voice and said, "I'm worried that Old Zhong will come back at night. What should I do then?"

Looking at the "forest of corpses" in the room, he became more and more afraid of Old Zhong. He felt that he was a real evil spirit.

"The room is clean and tidy. Other than the corpses, all the traces have been erased. This means that Old Zhong left calmly and not in a hurry. He has done what he needed to do, so he won't come back out of boredom," Mengqi said calmly.

If not for this, he would have "chased" Old Zhong to River East with his sense of responsibility as an arrester.

"But this is evil. If all these corpses turn into zombies in the middle of the night …" Li Chong became more afraid as he spoke.

"What's there to be afraid of about zombies? If you meet them, just tell them that you don't want to meet them and go play by themselves, "Mengqi said with a smile.

He had even met an Arhat turned into a zombie, and he had the "Heaven Inflicted Pain", the Heaven Punishment Blade. Why would he be afraid of ordinary zombies?

"Don't want to meet … What does he mean …" Li Chong was speechless. He wondered if arrester Little Su was from the Confucian Sect and was not afraid of supernatural things.

At night, the moon was covered by dark clouds and the sky was dark. Since Li Chong refused to enter the room with the corpses, Mengqi had to make a fire at the door. He roasted some food and drank some water. He planned to do a detailed examination later.

Li Chong picked up the wine gourd he carried with him and took a big gulp. He relaxed a little and sighed. "I'm old, I'm old. I can't be as vigorous as you young people. You're not afraid of ghosts and zombies. When I first became an arrester, I could guard the memorial hall night after night. But now, I don't dare to enter the room or stay with the corpses at night."

"Actually, it's the same at the door. Think about it, there are pairs of corpses watching you from behind and slowly approaching you …" Mengqi joked. He had the evil pleasure of telling a ghost story.

Li Chong stood up and looked back at the room. Then he took a few steps back to the other side of the fire.

At the same time, there was a crisp crack on the roof.

"Who is it?" Old Li was even more afraid. Mengqi smiled without saying a word.

"Caw, caw, caw …" The cawing of a crow sounded.

Li Chong was relieved. Just as he was about to sit down, he heard arrester Little Su say leisurely, "It's so bad to imitate a crow. Don't learn it."

"What!" Old Li clenched his wine gourd.

"Hmph, no matter how bad it is, it's better than an idiot who can't learn it." A person jumped down from the roof. He was dressed like a Taoist, had a baby face, was short, and carried two swords, one long and one short. It was Yao Xingliu, Little Rascal Yao.

He had heard about Old Zhong's strange Kung Fu from "Red Mellow Hand" Xiao Yue. He was obsessed with Kung Fu and climbed over the wall to check on the corpses.

"Phew, it's the little Taoist from Zhen Wu." Li Chong was completely relieved. In his opinion, Taoists always had some tricks to catch ghosts and corpses.

Yao Xingliu nodded and sat by the fire with his arms crossed. He did not say a word.

Seeing the Taoist, Li Chong felt relieved and wanted to pee. He excused himself and went to the latrine on the other side of the yard.

"Old Li, be careful not to step on the corpses," Mengqi said faintly.

Old Li staggered and almost fell. He felt that arrester Little Su also had a nasty side to him!

Yao Xingliu snorted, "What's the point of scaring an old man?"

"Who was scared by 'there are pairs of corpses looking at you from behind'?" Mengqi smiled mischievously.

Yao Xingliu said angrily, "I just, I just didn't check! Zhen Wu has its own sword art to exorcise corpses and get rid of ghosts! "

He paused and lowered his voice, "Since you're dead, don't come back."

He had obviously recognized Meng Qi and was implying something.

Hearing this, Mengqi's heart darkened and negative emotions surged. He squinted at Yao Xingliu and said, "Little Rascal Yao, come, let's fight for another 300 rounds!"

"Ah?" Yao Xingliu was obviously stunned. His baby face was full of astonishment.

Seeing his innocent look, Mengqi sighed and suppressed his emotions, "Forget it, I don't bully children."

Yao Xingliu was furious and was about to draw his Yin and Yang swords.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound coming from the door. In the quiet and gloomy night, it spread far and wide.

With a swoosh, Yao Xingliu jumped behind a pillar. Old Li, who had just come out of the latrine, was so scared that he fell.

Mengqi curled his lips and walked to the door. He opened it and saw a green-faced zombie with its tongue hanging down its throat!

"No." His expression did not change, and he closed the door with a bang.

The zombie outside the door, Yao Xingliu and Li Chong inside the door were all at a loss.

What kind of response was this?