Chapter 142: Nine-headed Zombie Dragon, Dragon Girl's Sacrifice

The body of the sparrow dragon is huge, and is ten feet long in normal state.

Chu Dan's cultivation also made this corpse extremely strong.

Xu Yang checked again and again, and only after he was sure that the guy was dead did he go forward to check, and then collected the blood of the Quelong in a bottle.

"Maybe I can make a nine-headed zombie dragon." Xu Yang thought.

There are exactly nine dragons in Jiaolong Temple, and this time's nine-headed zombie dragon might be stronger than Taoist Zhigang's.

After all, he has the skill of stitching zombies that even Zhigang Taoist doesn't have.

After this zombie is refined, it should be at the level of a primary pill.

Excluding the powerful Fallen Dragon, if it reaches the level of five heads, it is at least a big Dan level zombie.

"And the leftovers can be handed over to the Nine-Headed Mighty Spirit Officer."

Wei Lingguan's spiritual power can also be greatly increased through this.

"Nine more poems. What a fate."

Xu Yang found that he was inseparable from this number.

But think about it, nine is the extreme number. Any higher would seem redundant, like using ten points of resources for one point of strength. It seems a bit inappropriate in terms of both time and cost.

The stage of stitching to nine is the most perfect level, which is the golden mean. After all, the main zombies are different from the quick-made zombies.

Quick zombies are consumables and have many flaws, but these flaws are not a problem. After all, these things are made to be consumed, and the main zombies have to exist for a long time, so they must be perfect.
After killing Quelong, Xu Yang told Zhao Ziyan,
"Next, be careful of sneak attacks from Jiaolong Temple. If a primary dan comes, you can handle it by yourselves. If a great dan-level fallen dragon comes, don't hesitate to go find Master Zhigang or the Great Snake Dragon Palace."

Power is to be used. If not used, it will be wasted, especially in the Dragon Palace.

As for Jiaolong Temple, Xu Yang was not too worried.

The reason why bandits are bandits is their mobility, not their overall strength.

They have no territory, so it would be a headache for them to make up their minds to launch a surprise attack on a large force.

But Jiuyou Temple is different from ordinary sects. It has amazing control over its territory. The temples everywhere greatly speed up the support.

Therefore, it is almost impossible for the opponent to launch a sneak attack.

Quelong just didn't understand this, and was caught before he even reached the Taoist temple.

"Yes!" Zhao Ziyan replied.

Xu Yang danced with the stick, and the iron stick shrank. He stuffed the stick into his ear and went back to practice.

Jiuyou Temple is like a huge machine that keeps running.

Huangya Temple.

The underground fire was blazing, and a furnace as tall as a person was burning in the flames.

The strange and exotic fragrance spread everywhere.

Rufeng sat cross-legged in front of the cauldron, staring at the materials in the furnace with a firm look in his eyes.

Disciples came and went all around him, putting in materials to make pills from time to time.

Since Rufeng joined Jiuyou Temple, he found that it was not as bad as he had imagined.

It is even stronger than before, and the master doesn’t need to be bothered with many things.

If you are short of materials, find Xuanying; if you are short of merit, find Qingping. Take care of the alchemy yourself and leave the rest to other people in Jiuyou Temple.

Everyone has his own mission, and no one else cares about anything else.

This greatly improves the efficiency of practice.

Even more efficient than before.

boom!
The lid of the tripod was opened, and golden smoke came out, accompanied by an even stronger fragrance.

Round pills flew out one after another.

Rufeng hurriedly used his magic weapon to retrieve the elixir. This is also a very important alchemy technique called "capturing the elixir."

When the elixir is first formed, it will fly out under the influence of the energy of heaven and earth. If the elixir is not captured in time, it may cause the loss of its essence.

Rufeng roughly counted them and found that there were about sixteen pills.

Take three for yourself and then call the Taoist boy.

"This one goes to Yaksha Temple, two go to Baosheng Niangniang, and one goes to Master Qingping..."

The pills were distributed like the wind.

The Taoist boy rode his horse and rushed to Longcong County.

Horse hooves kicked up dust along the official road. The rice fields on both sides were golden and farmers were busy working.

The temples in the countryside are bustling with people coming and going, and some are carrying large and small bags to receive food.

This is selling blood. Every once in a while, the Taoist priests from Jiuyou Temple will come down to collect the blood.

One pound of blood can be exchanged for five pounds of bacon and fifty pounds of rice.

People flocked to this kind of thing, and the queues could circle the market more than ten times.

Soon, the Taoist boy arrived in Longcong County.

There is a Taoist temple on the outskirts of the city. There are Taoist priests who look like Yakshas, ​​as well as ghost officials who control the five ghosts. The style of painting is completely different from that of Jiuyou Temple.

The Taoist boy was very young and was dazzled by the strange sight.

"I have to go shopping later." The Taoist boy thought, and then said to the older Taoist boy beside him, "Brother Chu, let's go to the market later. I heard that the pork dumplings in Longcong County are unique."

"Okay, let's finish the work first."

After a while, the two arrived at the Taoist temple and came out after a long time.

"Let's go! Go to the market!"

In the afternoon, the sun gradually sets and there is no longer the scorching sun at noon.

The stalls on both sides of the street were covered with cloth, on which were placed all kinds of vegetables, fruits, and small commodities; shop waiters stood at the door shouting, and the aroma of various foods filled the air.

Even though the two brothers had mastered extraordinary powers, they were still attracted by the prosperous scene before them.

At the top of the restaurant, dignitaries looked down at the common people below.

The mediocre ants are the most suitable appetizer.

On the top floor, screens separate each area.

There were two women near the window. The younger one was pretty and cute, with eyes as lively as a deer.

The woman on the other side had a great figure, a sweet smile, and a slightly chubby face, which made people feel pity for her.

It was Xining and Qingping.

“This is the most peaceful place I’ve ever seen…”

In terms of prosperity, it may not be as prosperous as the county seat; but in terms of harmony, this place can be regarded as the best.

The market is not as harmonious and humane as in vernacular novels. Usually, such places are the territory of gangsters and corrupt officials, where bullying men and women and extortion are common occurrences.

Especially here are the monks, who are even more insane to the extreme. The secular laws are simply unable to restrain them. Bullying men and women is a very minor crime. What's worse, they even strip people's clothes and humiliate them in the street.

This kind of trivial matter is not even in the eyes of the cultivators. Xining didn't expect that Jiuyou Temple would care about such things.

After wandering around for so long, Xining discovered that this force was much stronger than he had imagined.

"How did you do it?" Xining asked.

His son will inherit this territory in the future, so he must know about it in advance. Xining has already regarded Jiuyou Temple as his own power.

Qingping smiled slightly, with a hint of blood in her words.

"Kill until blood flows like a river, and then there will be peace on earth."

Human desires are endless, so killing is also endless.

The people who were killed were just used to refine the corpses.

"To see the bishop?"

"Yes."

Xining seemed to be thinking about something.

It seems that I must conquer this man.

"Master, Mistress Xining invites you over."

That night, a maid reported.

Hot Spring Palace.

The night-shining pearl illuminates the room brightly, and in the center of the hall is a white jade pool.

The woman's figure was hazy in the steam, her face was less peaceful than before, and more eerie, with light red eyeshadow around her eyes.

The snow-white snake's tail stirred the water surface, and the scene was very strange.

Seeing Xu Yang coming in, Xining stuck out her bright red tongue, curled up her snow-white tail, blushed, and whispered, "My husband, I am ready."

(End of this chapter)