I Am a Corpse Collector In the World of Cultivating Immortals

  Chapter 34 Zhongpin Linggen Dzogchen

  The next day, the news was sent back to Cangwu Immortal Sect.

  The top management of Yunhaizong was wiped out, and 3,000 disciples of Yu Zhuji who practiced qi were transferred to Cangwuzong.

   The head of Yunhai Sect killed himself to the point of exhaustion, and died by slaying himself.

   Three Jindan Zhenjuns on the first peak died in battle, and two of them were killed in a surprise attack by the Jindan elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

  The two sects of Cangwu Heavenly Demon confront each other, and Master Ye Shao is furious, unwilling to compromise, and the war is about to break out again.

  Afterwards, one person died from the Golden Core of the Tianmo Sect, and two more were seriously injured by the Cangwu Golden Core. The remaining disciples were killed or injured by nearly a thousand each.

  In the afternoon, airships carrying corpses sailed into the Sky Burial Mountain, and the corpses fell like dumplings.

   Chen Shen looked at the pile of corpses, his eyes were shining, and he almost screamed:

   "It's done, it's done!"

   "Junior Brother, don't be in a daze, come here and help."

   Lu Changqing stood beside the corpse and shouted.

  He was very cautious, without any damage, and came to Tianzhu Mountain to help after he came back.

   "The above said that no matter whether these disciples were from the outer sect or the inner sect, they were all buried with the treatment of the inner sect, and the monuments were engraved and erected.

  As for Jindan Zhenjun, his family members will personally bury him, and there is no need for me to bury him. "

   Lu Changqing carried a dead body and said:

   "These corpses have their names and identities written down. Now let's go to the inner gate area to find a place. The sect will arrange people to come over tomorrow."

  The Cangwu Immortal Sect still has human nature. Everyone died fighting for the sect, and a monument will be erected after death.

  Of course, no amount of resource subsidies can compare to the death of a loved one.

   But whether it is a secular kingdom or a world of cultivating immortals, the struggle will never stop. Such wars will happen no matter where they are.

   "This doesn't seem to be a disciple of my Cangwu Immortal Sect?"

  Chen Shen opened a corpse, and the clothes he was wearing did not belong to the Cangwu Immortal Sect.

  A piece of thick paper similar to a card was hung around his neck, on which was written:

   "Jin San, a native of the Kingdom of Jin.

   Born on a certain day of a certain month and year.

   Died in battle for the sect on a certain day of a certain year! "

   "Isn't he a member of the Yunhai Sect?" Lu Changqing replied casually, and seeing that Chen Shen didn't understand, he added:

   "These Yunhai Sect disciples are really unlucky. After the sect was destroyed, they surrendered to our Cangwu Immortal Sect. In the end, they had to sacrifice their lives when they fought against the Demon Sect, and they still had to die."

   "Speaking of which, nearly half of the more than a thousand disciples who died were Yunhai disciples who had just surrendered to our sect."

   "The Yunhai Sect is really miserable." Chen Shen said.

  Not to mention that the sect was crushed, the disciples still used it as cannon fodder.

   "The strong prey on the weak." Lu Changqing didn't feel much, and said:

   "By the way, I saw Lin Xuan in the Tianmozong team, do you remember him?"

   "Of course I remember, he joined the Demon Sect?"

  Chen Shen was a little surprised, of course he remembered the one named Lin Xuan.

  This person's kendo talent is very good, and he almost entered the peak of law enforcement.

  It's a pity that Ye Shuangman blocked her, and later she felt resentful. She made a fuss in the outer sect's management office, and was expelled from the sect.

   "That's right, and he has incomplete spiritual roots, and he has become a monk at the third level of Qi training in just a few months.

  Last night, my genius, Zhu Ming, came out to practice. I didn’t expect to meet Lin Xuan. "

   "It seems that the man had an adventure, otherwise, with his talent, how could he be promoted so quickly in a short period of time."

  Chen Shen nodded and didn't pay much attention.

  Lu Changqing suddenly showed a mysterious smile, and asked, "Junior Brother, do you know what sword technique Lin Xuan used last night?"

   "What sword technique?"

  Chen Shen looked at Lu Changqing's little proud expression, and he could think of the true solution of swordsmanship with his toes.

  But he still decided to give Lu Changqing a chance to pretend.

   "True explanation of the way of the sword! Yes, you heard it right, it is the terrifying sword art taught by me!"

   Lu Changqing raised his head high, his eyes full of pride.

   "Brother is amazing." Chen Shen cheered.

   The two chatted, and soon arrived at a huge plain in the area where the inner gate was buried.

   "That's right here. Let's bury one of them today, and we will arrange specific matters when someone comes tomorrow."

   After disposing of the corpse, the two went back to drink.

   On the second day, more than a dozen disciples came, ranging from the third level of Qi training to the seventh level.

   "Junior brother Lu!" Among them, the disciple with the highest cultivation level bowed to Changqing Lu.

  The two also knew each other, and after chatting for a few words, they assigned the job.

  The pits were dug in the plain by several high-level practitioners, and the monuments were engraved and built.

   Those with low cultivation will be responsible for carrying the corpses.

   As for Lu Changqing and the seventh level of Qi training, they are supervisors.

  Chen Shen asked for a job to burn incense on the grave.

  He carried some soil in his arms, and sprinkled some on the tomb when offering incense.

  Buried successfully

   Half a month later.

  The burial was successful, and some spiritual roots were obtained, and the spiritual roots broke through to the middle-grade Dzogchen!

  Obscure runes appeared in Chen Shen's eyes, as if he had opened his eyes, and everything in the world was in his eyes.

   "Is this the root bone close to the top-grade spiritual root?" He muttered to himself, his body like a whirlpool.

  Even if he didn't use the Longevity Art, the aura around him would move towards him and be continuously sucked into his body.

  He immediately locked the root bone with spiritual power, cut off the connection with heaven and earth, and walked towards Lu Changqing and his party.

   "It took more than ten days, and the matter is finally over today. You are lucky. I will go back later today. I have prepared a table of delicious dishes for everyone.

   Don't lose face to me, Lu Changqing, the wine must be finished in the afternoon before letting go. "

   Lu Changqing glanced at Chen Shen who was following up, and said heartily to the group.

   "Senior brother Lu is polite, it is an honor for us to drink together." All the disciples laughed.

  The morning after things were over.

  Ye Shuangman led the whole sect to pay homage to the Heavenly Burial Mountain.

  Back then, his father, Ye Chen, only restricted his true biography to visit the grave. He was braver than Ye Chen.

   Tens of thousands of monks crowded the place where Jindan Zhenjun was buried in Tianzhu Mountain.

  Headed by Ye Shuangman, followed by several real monarchs, offering incense in front of the dead Jindan's grave.

   Another touching speech.

  Every time he talked about how the dead true monarch made great contributions to the sect, he cried in the wind and rain. Of course, Ye Shuangman was behind many stories.

   While telling about Jin Dan's previous life, he praised himself a lot.

   "Why do I feel that the Young Sovereign is not acting, is he really crying?" someone whispered.

  Suddenly, this person felt a terrifying gaze sweeping over him. When he looked over, his scalp felt numb and his heart felt fearful.

   However, the other party did not make things difficult for him, but instead replied sullenly:

   "It's his Ye family's high-end combat power who died, Jindan Zhenjun, can you not cry."

  Mo Yu looked at the weeping Young Sect Master in front of him, and sneered.

  The disciple beside him hastily moved away from the elder.

   This is what you said, it has nothing to do with me.

  (end of this chapter)