Chapter 75: Bones and Corpses In the night, Gu Yuanqing opened his eyes in the courtyard. At the Grandmaster level, one can communicate with heaven and earth and vaguely sense things related to oneself. Especially when observing mountains, this perception seems to be amplified several times. Before Zuoqiu and Gong Xin approached Beiquan Mountain, Gu Yuanqing already had a feeling. He rushed out of the courtyard, came to the front mountain, stood under the shade of the trees, and hid himself with the aura of Beiquan Mountain. This was a new skill he acquired during today's practice. At this moment, he seemed to have merged with Beiquan Mountain, hiding in the shadows, and performing the Taixu Breathing Technique. His true energy transformed into black and spread around his body. The outside world could not detect that there was a person standing here, including Zuoqiu and Gong Xin. The two of them were still standing on the hill where the imperial guards were originally stationed. Where Zuo Qiu was carrying a big knife, he had a black cloth package on his back, which vaguely looked like a dragon head. "Brother Gong, I will take a good look at your methods!" Gong Xin smiled calmly and waved his hand, and a huge rock flew in front of him. He waved the folding fan in his hand horizontally and vertically, and the strong winds directly carved the rocks into the shape of a stone table.
He took out a foot-long red-gold brush from a bag at his waist, dipped it in cinnabar, and used his true energy to draw on the stone. A formation diagram was drawn on the stone table. The ferocious wooden statue was placed on the stone table, and several spirit stones were put into the center of the formation. Gong Xin placed his palm on the table, injected his true energy into it, and the formation was immediately activated. The wooden statue glowed with a faint light, a shadow rose from the statue, and a black mist quickly spread! Gong Xin bowed three times, took out a jade bottle, and a beam of blood sank into the statue. Then he took out the jade flute and put it to his lips. A faint flute sound spread, the sound was cold and strange. As the sound came along, the stone statue opened its eyes, its eyes were indifferent and cold. Zuo Qiu frowned, feeling a chill all over his body, and unconsciously avoided the sight of the statue's shadow. A cold wind suddenly blew, and Gu Yuanqing felt a chill on his body, as if the entire Beiquan Mountain had become cold. The sound of the flute also made his heart feel cold when he heard it. "What on earth is this Gong going to do?" Gu Yuanqing's eyes were somewhat solemn. This method no longer seemed to be a martial art, and he had never had any experience dealing with it. Suddenly, he heard a rustling sound, as if it was leaves rustling in the wind, but it felt inexplicably strange. The next moment, Gu Yuanqing suddenly saw a phantom appear beside him and slash at him with a knife. He quickly dodged to the side and looked carefully, and found that the shadow looked familiar. It was actually Kong Shengbing, the former leader of the Beiquan Sword Sect. "Yin spirit?" Gu Yuanqing was startled and raised his hand to slap it. Wherever his true energy passed, ripples appeared on the shadow's body, but the shadow was not damaged at all. It leaped up again, using the sword technique from the Seven Swords of Beiquan. Gu Yuanqing dodged with his body movement. At this time, he was already a master, and with the help of Taixu Zongheng Technique, he dodged easily. Kong Shengbing's sword was also a black shadow. It fell on the tree without leaving any trace, but Gu Yuanqing still didn't dare to let it hit him. He didn't know if there were other means hidden in it. The next second, he felt something wrong behind his head. When he turned around, he saw a hammer falling. The figure turned out to be the ghost butcher Shentu Hong. Then he noticed another figure appearing. It was the old man Tianzhu who died from his sword.
The next moment, one shadow after another appeared, and it seemed that each one of them was a person who died in Beiquan Mountain. Suddenly, Gu Yuanqing heard a noise on the mountain. Looking up the mountain, he saw Feng Tao stumbling out of the house in panic. A dark shadow followed her. A flash of sword light flashed across her body. She immediately lost her footing and fell to the ground, her mouth wide open, rolling on the ground in pain. At the same time, the animals in the mountains panicked and ran around. The shadows that appeared were not only people, but also countless animals. There were more and more phantoms around Gu Yuanqing. He tried various means, but found that he could not attack them. He could only dodge them. The space he could move in was getting smaller and smaller. Even if he flew to the treetops, these phantoms could fly into the air. "This can't go on like this!" Gu Yuanqing looked solemn. He then found a gap, climbed onto a tree and closed his eyes. First, look at the mountain, and “see” all the shadows within a hundred feet around it in your mind. Then control the things! An invisible pressure appeared around, and all the dark shadows disappeared. "it works!" Gu Yuanqing felt at ease and took the entire Beiquan Mountain into his observation. With a thought, the black shadows in the entire Beiquan Mountain disappeared instantly. Feng Tao in the side courtyard didn't seem to be in that much pain. He lay on the ground gasping and groaning. At the foot of the mountain, Gong Xin groaned, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the sound of the flute stopped. The phantom of the statue suddenly turned its head and looked towards Beiquan Mountain, then slowly dissipated. Zuo Qiu's heart sank. This magic was extraordinary, but it was broken in the blink of an eye. Gong Xin was injured. However, he immediately smiled again and said, "Brother Gong, it seems that your magic is not that good. The good show we promised to have ended before it even started?" Gong Xin's face was gloomy, and then he injected his true energy into the formation. The shadow of the statue appeared again. He bowed three times again and took out a jade bottle. The blood color disappeared into the shadow again. As soon as the shadow of the statue appeared, it returned to its indifferent expression. He blew the flute again. The sound was different from before. Along with the sound of the flute, white bones crawled out from the ground. There were human bones and wild animal bones, all crawling towards Beiquan Mountain. At the same time, countless birds and beasts also rushed towards Beiquan Mountain to the sound of the flute. Gu Yuanqing saw the scene outside. He sank his heart into Beiquan Mountain and exerted his ability to control objects to the limit. The animals that had entered Beiquan Mountain regained their intelligence and fled everywhere; the white bones all fell down and scattered on the ground. With the help of his true energy, the sound of Gong Xin's flute could even be heard dozens of miles away. More and more bones gathered together, forming a sea of bones that spread towards Beiquan. There were still many corpses that had not yet rotted, and the smell drifted towards Beiquan Mountain, which was filled with a foul stench. Gu Yuanqing frowned. Even if he couldn't get hurt if he continued like this, he would be sick to death just from feeling disgusted. Gong Xin sneered. He didn't know what kind of mountain protection formation was in the mountain, but he didn't believe that this first-level spiritual vein could last for long! Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye it was already late at night. The bones had piled up several feet high around Beiquan Mountain, and the number of corpses and bones crawling towards them gradually decreased. Gong Xin put down the jade flute and looked intently toward the mountain. Zuo Qiu smiled and said, "Brother Gong, it seems your magic is useless?" Gong Xin said calmly: "It seems that I have underestimated the spiritual veins in this mountain. However, there is no shortage of corpses in this world!" After speaking, he bowed to the statue three times, put it back into the storage bag on his waist, and floated away into the distance.
Zuo Qiu glanced at Beiquan Mountain, chuckled, and followed. Gu Yuanqing stood in the mountains, watching the two men leave with a cold expression, knowing that the two men would definitely not give up. Looking at the piles of bones and corpses below and smelling the pungent stench, he knew that if he could not figure out how to defend against the enemy, the next few months would be extremely difficult! (End of this chapter)
