Chapter 281: Corpse-Dissection to become an immortal is not human

Natural disasters and earthly calamities converge, the world encounters the true Tai Sui.

Tai Sui, the name of an ancient god, corresponds to the Star Lord above, values the passing year below, manages the good and bad luck of the world, and intimidates the rotation of the zodiac.

"Tai Sui, Nian Shangxie!?"

Meng Qingli was stunned, looking at the middle-aged man who looked like a mountain patrolman. He was bleary-eyed with drunkenness, with a stubbly beard. Except for the faint scar on his face, there seemed to be nothing special about him.

This was the kind of ordinary middle-aged uncle who wouldn't have any memory points even if thrown into a crowd.

But right now, whether it was the Rooster Jin Maori or the Horse Wu Qilu, they all showed enough humility and respect in front of this man.

"The Human Zodiac has not risen, Tai Sui claims to be king!?" Meng Qingli's eyes flickered, chewing on Wu Qilu's words just now.

"Little girl, you are very good, whether it is in my Wu Wei Sect or in Mount Zhongnan..." Nian Shangxie's mouth raised slightly, looking Meng Qingli up and down.

"A bright future."

"I..." Meng Qingli opened her mouth.

"Step back!"

Nian Shangxie whispered, the smile on his face neither there nor not there.

Rumble...

In an instant, Meng Qingli's delicate body trembled violently. Her vision became hazy. The figure she saw seemed to have disappeared, and only an aura that was almost impossible to perceive rushed toward her, like the flowing light of the sun and moon, like the vast fog, hiding disasters and ominousness, covering the good and bad luck of the world.

Hum...

Meng Qingli's Nascent Soul seemed to have fallen into a great illness, becoming extremely weak. Even with the protection of the Triple Nascent Light, it became dim at this moment.

The next moment, she regained her senses, panting heavily, her clothes already soaked with sweat. Looking at where she was, Nian Shangxie was still standing there, without moving at all.

But her eyes had changed. Deep in her pupils, she held a trace of raw fear, and she didn't say another word, obediently retreating to the side.

"Tai Sui, that little ghost Zhang Fan has also come. He is now in Mount Chanbao. He broke the Jingguan Corpse Mound, I'm afraid he has already entered the great tomb." Wu Qilu said in a deep voice.

"We have already met."

Nian Shangxie's gaze narrowed slightly, looking toward the depths of Mount Chanbao, the corners of his mouth raising slightly: "A descendant of an old friend, meeting again after many years, but there are many emotions..."

"Speaking of which, Linglong was also peerless in her beauty back then. I don't know how many Daoist talents she fascinated."

"It's a pity... such a bright person, but in the end, she chose a dead end."

Speaking to this point, the neither-there-nor-not-there smile on Nian Shangxie's face completely dissipated, replaced by an indifference that had gone through long years.

"You met him?" Jin Maori and Wu Qilu looked at each other and couldn't help but ask.

"Then why..."

"Ten years ago, under Mount Long Hu, I spared no effort to support Given Chen Long, liquidate the Human Zodiac, and even let the Daoist Sect get involved..." Nian Shangxie's words were shocking.

Before the words were finished, even Meng Qingli beside him revealed a strange look.

Wu Qilu and Jin Maori remained silent.

They were old people among the Thirteen Zodiacs.

Since ancient times, the Thirteen Zodiacs have had the Human as the head. But ten years ago, Given Chen Long led a rebellion, killed the Human Zodiac, which seemed extremely abnormal to outsiders.

Some people said that there was someone supporting Given Chen Long behind his back, hiding his fame, not of the ordinary stream.

"That kind of killing game could actually let their father and son escape..." Nian Shangxie said coldly: "Then I have to suspect..."

"Suspect what?" Wu Qilu's brow wrinkled, and he asked in a deep voice.

"Could it be that Li Linglong didn't die either?" Nian Shangxie said lightly.

"How is that possible? How is this possible?" Jin Maori's old face trembled violently, and then he shook his head.

"Flesh and bones shattered, Nascent Soul destroyed... This is what everyone saw. Even if I calculated with the Star Dou Technique, she was dead..."

A cold light flashed deep in Jin Maori's turbid eyes.

That killing game was to kill their whole family. The father and son escaped death. If even Li Linglong didn't die, what would that count as?

It could only count as a joke!

"There has never been anything impossible in this world." Nian Shangxie was expressionless and said lightly.

"She died in your hands; you should know best." Jin Maori squinted and said solemnly.

"Yes!"

Nian Shangxie's gaze was deep, subconsciously raising his hand to touch the faint scar on his face.

"However..."

"Life and death are like illusions, but they are the biggest illusions in this red dust..."

"So you seeing that kid was testing him?" Wu Qilu realized.

"Did you find any clues?"

The Thirteen Zodiacs, with the Human as the head. Back then, the rebellion against the Human Zodiac involved a bunch of them. If Li Linglong really didn't die, it would be extremely troublesome.

"No." Nian Shangxie shook his head.

At least, he didn't get any valuable clues from Zhang Fan.

"A cup of wine in the spring breeze of peaches and plums, a ten-year lamp in the rain of the rivers and lakes..."

Nian Shangxie's gaze narrowed, whispering.

"Ten years have passed. Even if she didn't die, what can she do?"

"Of course, it's best if she's already dead."

"In this world, there is no seat left for the dead."

Rumble...

Suddenly, a loud noise fell, and endless dust shot into the sky from the depths of Mount Chanbao, and the ground shook with it.

"The heaven-sent spiritual fetus has finally been born."

Jin Maori's gray brows stood up. He saw the stars flickering, appearing and disappearing, star light falling to the ground, the great treasure about to come out, the brilliant light covering it, and the tribulation luck intertwining.

"It's ridiculous that the little ghost Zhang Fan thought he had occupied all the advantages and arrived first, but he is just a trigger for the tribulation." Wu Qilu sneered.

"Let's go!"

Nian Shangxie stepped out, walking toward the depths of Mount Chanbao, disappearing into the vast night.

The old and dilapidated sacrificial temple shook incessantly, the chains around the hanging coffin colliding with "clanging" sounds, making harsh metallic noises.

"What's the situation?" Zhang Fan raised his brow, feeling alert.

"The Dao of Dissection, not dead but divine!"

Qi Delong's blood surged, and his breathing became heavy.

As a successor of Mount Laojun, he knew the mystery and strangeness of the 【Corpse-Dissection Method】 better than Zhang Fan. During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Daoist Sect listed this method as a top-grade immortality method, and many predecessors worked hard on this path.

Crack...

Just then, the heavy chains actually began to pull, the mechanism inside the ancient coffin seemed to be triggered, and the bronze locks on the coffin lid opened one by one.

Clang... clang... clang...

The sound of metal rotating echoed in the sacrificial temple. The ground shook, the walls vibrated, stone chips fell one after another, and even the ancient murals revealed cracks.

Bang...

Finally, a loud noise fell, the hanging coffin fell to the ground, the heavy coffin lid was flipped open, and a fishy, foul smell permeated the sacrificial temple.

"Retreat!"

"Brother, it's empty."

Qi Delong's words had just fallen when Qi Dongqiang shouted in a low voice.

Zhang Fan looked solemnly. In the scattered dust, the scene inside the coffin was finally revealed. It was indeed empty, with only a rusted sword inserted inside, and besides that, there was only a tattered Daoist robe.

"Old Qi, just like you said, this is a virtual coffin, there is nothing."

Zhang Fan's tense nerves slowly relaxed.

"Brother, I thought that Daoist was..." Qi Dongqiang was also relaxed.

"Shut up!" Qi Delong's expression was solemn, a low roar, but his straight gaze had not moved a fraction.

"Virtual coffin hides the truth, seeing the sun and moon again... He practiced the Soldier-Dissection Method!"

The ghastly white moonlight shone through the cracks in the dome of the sacrificial temple onto the rusted long sword. The sword was three feet nine inches long, with characters like Chou, Ji, Ding, etc., engraved on the ring, with the sun and moon seals engraved inside, and the shape of the sun and moon engraved outside.

In the Corpse-Dissection to become an immortal method, there is a method called Soldier-Dissection, the most famous of which is Sword-Soldier-Dissection. Daoists enter deep mountains and often make magic swords to entrust their forms. Then the sword becomes the corpse, and after entering the coffin, it returns to the sword form, passing through time and hoping for longevity.

Hum...

Suddenly, the ancient magic sword vibrated lightly, and a light groan echoed. The green rust slowly fell off, but a trace of cold light flickered.

Clatter...

The next moment, drops of viscous black liquid actually flowed out from the sword body, dripping onto the ground.

The black viscous liquid that landed on the ground suddenly opened up, like a beautiful flower, the umbrella cover opening, bright red like flesh.

More and more black liquid landed on the ground. In the sacrificial temple, more and more bright red meat flowers appeared. On the ground, on the walls, on the dome...

The entire sacrificial temple was covered by those bright red meat flowers, and the weight was about to crush the sacrificial temple.

"Out."

Zhang Fan shouted, and the two walked out one after another.

!

The next moment, the ancient sacrificial temple collapsed with a bang, and bright red meat flowers wriggled out from the ruins and dust, merging with each other, slowly connecting into a sheet.

"What is this thing?" Zhang Fan's expression was solemn.

"It looks a bit like..."

"A mushroom!?"

"Is this a meat fungus?"

Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang also had ugly expressions. Although they had heard the name of the Corpse-Dissection Method, they had never seen it.

After all, Corpse-Dissection to become an immortal was regarded as a low-grade method by the Daoist Sect by the Sui and Tang dynasties, and later even regarded as an outer path, not worth taking as a method.

"Sword entrusts the remains, replacing the body with you, making the form leakless, I shall hide, you temporarily enter the tomb, five hundred years later, come to find my path..."

Under the quiet pale moon, in the vast night, a whisper seemed to echo, like chanting scriptures.

Within the huge meat fungus, the ancient magic sword appeared and disappeared, a wisp of gray mist entwined on it, actually flickering with a layer of Nascent Soul nature light.

"Ascending to the Supreme Ultimate, speaking of the eight elements of merit, feathering and flying to become an immortal, stepping on the immortal path..."

The black viscous liquid continuously seeped out from the bright red meat fungus, causing its form to continuously expand and wriggle. Wherever it passed, flowers, grass, snakes, insects... even the mud became nourishment for that bright red meat fungus, becoming part of its body.

"Is that Daoist not dead yet?"

Qi Dongqiang was incredulous. As a practitioner of the Dao, he had heard of the method of becoming an immortal since he was a child, but true immortality was ethereal. Even living over a hundred years was rare in the world.

However, at this moment, they seemed to have truly seen the hope of becoming an immortal.

The fluctuation on that magic sword was undoubtedly the Nascent Soul.

Borrowing the Soldier-Dissection to escape the physical form, sacrificing the spirit on the sword, actually able to cross hundreds of years of time without being extinguished!?

This was the legendary Corpse-Dissection Method!

"He is no longer human."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth. He could feel the fluctuation on that magic sword. Although the Nascent Soul light was there, the divinity had been extinguished, as if only a residual consciousness remained, which was very different from a true Nascent Soul.

In fact, unless one reached the Pure Yang Limitless Realm, otherwise, any Nascent Soul would be hard to stay in the red dust for long. Time rotates, and annihilation is inevitable.

"The method to become an immortal must be dual cultivation of nature and life..." Qi Delong said in a deep voice.

"The high expert that Daoist met back then was no small matter, actually teaching him such a method, using Corpse-Dissection to avoid disasters, extending the spirit for hundreds of years, snatching this heaven-defying good fortune, using the heaven-sent spiritual fetus as a body..."

"In this way, he can return the Nascent Soul to its position, heaven-nurtured..." Qi Dongqiang said in a deep voice.

"How could such a heaven-defying method have no tribulation?" Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line.

Rumble...

Just then, the inserted magic sword emitted a layer of cold, silvery-white brilliance. Immediately after, the huge meat fungus wriggled, and streaks of black viscous liquid spread toward the surroundings.

Bang bang bang...

The earth cracked, and streaks of flesh-colored tentacles extended from the cracks. Those tentacles seemed to have eyes, wantonly capturing living creatures around the mountain.

Zhang Fan's gaze swept across, seeing a mountain rat just touched by the fleshy tentacle, its nourishment sucked dry, turning into part of the meat fungus.

"Go!"

Zhang Fan shouted, True fire surging around his body, turning into a residual shadow, retreating with Qi Delong.

Clatter...

In the quiet night, countless tentacles seemed to have developed a sense, noticing the two most ferocious existences in this hunting ground, and actually killed their way over one after another.

Break...

Zhang Fan flicked his finger, fire light turned into a sword, cutting off the tentacles that were pouncing and killing.

The next moment, the severed part wriggled crazily, actually splitting into two, and more tentacles grew out, pouncing toward Zhang Fan as if they didn't want to live.

"This meat fungus cannot be killed, don't fight hard... escape!"

In the distance, Qi Delong's voice came. His body was full of flowing light, like a big fish shuttling through.

Mount Laojun's 【Great Spirit Fish】 focuses on power and body technique, and its speed is not inferior to the Xuan Sect's thunder method.

Bang bang bang...

The earth cracked, and more and more tentacles emerged from the cracks.

That huge meat fungus seemed to be growing infinitely, splitting infinitely. Under the ghastly moonlight, it was like a bright red smear, lying on the mountain hill.

Roar...

Just then, the huge meat fungus let out a roar like a beast. The dense tentacles actually approached each other, and the viscous liquid merged them into one. In the blink of an eye, it was like walls of meat, pressing in from all four sides.

"Oh no..."

Qi Delong's heart skipped a beat, and the flowing light around his body began to peel and split as the meat wall approached.

"Go!"

Suddenly, a thick hand fell on Qi Delong's shoulder. He subconsciously turned to look, seeing Zhang Fan already standing behind him, a huge strange force surging, carrying hunting True fire, actually throwing him away violently.

"Zhang Fan..."

Qi Delong's expression changed abruptly. He flew horizontally in the air, watching helplessly as the meat wall closed, swallowing Zhang Fan.

"Brother..." Qi Dongqiang roared in loss of voice.

Whoosh...

The sound of wind whistling in his ears, in the blink of an eye, the brothers had already landed a hundred meters away, completely falling outside the range covered by the huge meat fungus.

"Finished..."

Qi Delong's expression was ugly, his heart sinking to the bottom in an instant. Being swallowed into the body of that monster, even with heaven-turning methods, I'm afraid it would be hard to escape.

Hum...

Just then, a streak of translucent white brilliance slowly rose from within the huge meat fungus.

"This is..."

"Bai Bai Gu She Li... Brother, he has the Bai Bai Gu She Li to protect his body!" Qi Dongqiang shouted in loss of voice.

The Bai Bai Gu She Li, containing Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi, strictly speaking, was born from the Golden Toad Holding the Pearl layout, just like this huge meat fungus.

"There is still hope!" Qi Delong clenched his fists, his originally dim eyes lighting up again.

"Come out... why isn't he coming out?" Qi Delong stared at the huge meat fungus, his heart already in his throat.

However, Zhang Fan had no movement. Instead, that streak of translucent white brilliance actually moved inside the huge meat fungus.

"What is he doing?" Qi Dongqiang revealed a look of doubt.

"He is..."

Just then, Qi Delong's gaze shook, finally seeing that translucent white brilliance stop. In the vast night, Zhang Fan's figure appeared in his sight again.

Under the quiet moonlight, he tore a crack from inside the huge meat fungus, broke out, and reached out his right hand, actually grabbing that Soldier-Dissection magic sword.

Rumble...

At this moment, Zhang Fan's forehead spiritual platform jumped, his Nascent Soul left his body, arriving in all directions, and strange fluctuations actually entwined toward that Soldier-Dissection magic sword.

"He is going to..."

"Harvest and nourish the Nascent Soul?" Qi Delong was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became incomparably strange!

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 282 =====