Chapter 585 Blood Mountain Evil Infant

Above Yongning Courtyard, Chen Mo, who was still worried about this trip, chose to use Xiao Kang's Eye to observe everything below.

Talent, also known as supernatural power, often has a powerful effect in changing the situation.

Below, Zhang Liang's heart tightened.

It seemed that everything was similar to what he expected, but at this moment he was worried.

He followed the footsteps of the two disciples and walked quickly into the mountain gate, but as soon as he stepped in, he sensed an inexplicable smell of blood.

"What is this?"

Xiao Changzhi's face looked a little complicated: "We don't know either. This smell has been there since you died... and left."

"Where is the headmaster?" Zhang Liang asked.

"On Yongning Mountain."

If we only talk about land area, Yongning Courtyard is not as good as Motai Mountain with 112 fairy peaks, nor as good as Xianwu Gate, but in terms of richness, I am afraid that there is still a big gap between the two fairy gates combined.

At first, Chen Mo realized that the resources in the central hinterland were rich. Now, after hearing about it, he saw that the entire flat land was indeed a third-level spiritual field, and it was densely planted with various third-level spiritual plants!

Most of them were mainly ground bamboo rice, and there were also some medicinal materials for refining pills.

And this piece of land gave Yongning Academy the foundation for continuous development and growth.

Zhang Liang couldn't help but frowned. After walking one or two miles forward, he noticed something was wrong!

"Where are the people? Where are the others?"

Xiao Changzhi explained in a slightly strange tone: "Dead...dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes, most of the disciples couldn't resist those..."

In an instant, Zhang Liang saw a group of mummies wandering out of the former weapon refining hall. After "smelling" their scent, they rushed over like crazy.

Xiao Changzhi's face was ashen. Judging from the speed of these mummies, they might have reached the strength of the second level.

He and Qin Wanhui were probably not opponents!

Seeing the enemy approaching, two disciples of Yongning Academy were hesitating whether to flee, when Zhang Liang took action!

As he raised his hand, a large tripod fell from the sky. The three-legged bronze tripod grew larger and larger in the air, and then fell to the ground with a bang, suppressing the mummy that rushed over.

"Where are the other elders? Why are they not there?!"

Zhang Liang's old and kind face showed anger.

Yongning Academy has become such a ghost now, why don't the elders take action?

The third-generation disciples were resisting the mummies outside, and the third-generation disciples were also the ones who suffered heavy casualties in the immortal gate!

Xiao Changzhi smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "I... we don't know..."

"Don't know? You haven't seen them?"

"No." Qin Wanhui added, "Since the corpse tide, we haven't seen the Jindan elder."

"Where are the others?"

"We asked, but we haven't seen them."

Zhang Liang's eyebrows, which were already densely covered, twisted into the shape of a "chuan".

He walked forward for about half an hour.

Along the way, he saw many disciples of Yongning Academy, but these people no longer had the vitality on their faces. They were like zombies, and they didn't practice.

Even when he saw his former headmaster, he just stopped and stared, or occasionally his heart surged.

What's more, he saw the scene of mummies biting disciples!

Their arms, thighs, and even heads were cut by sharp claws, blood splattered, and those disciples were like delicacies on the table of mummies, being eaten...

Zhang Liang suppressed his anger, but his heart was bleeding at this moment.

The scenes of Yongning Academy formed a sharp contrast with the calm, peaceful and vibrant Motai Mountain.

Under the tide of corpses, how can there be eggs intact?

Perhaps this is the most realistic portrayal of the major immortal gates?

"They!"

Xiao Changzhi also looked ashen: "Dead, almost all dead. We don't know how long we can resist."

"None of the Jindan elders showed up?" Zhang Liang asked again.

"No."

"Huh!"

He exhaled a foul breath, and suddenly he had the thought that he should not come back.

Death is death, extinction is extinction.

If he can't see it, the beauty of Yongning Court will be forever engraved in his heart.

But what about now?

The disciples who used to live together day and night have become cold corpses, their lives have been sucked away and transformed into the monsters that are being nurtured in the Corpse Demon Ridge.

Those disciples who were once the most proud are hiding in Yongning Mountain.

They don't care about the life and death of the three generations of disciples, just living in misery!

Heartache, anger, and deep sorrow intertwined in his heart. After a difficult journey, he finally arrived at Yongning Mountain!

And as he approached, the smell of blood became stronger.

Yongning Mountain was also filled with a faint blood mist!

Zhang Liang also realized that something was wrong at this moment.

But just as he was about to step into Yongning Mountain, a strange voice suddenly came to his ears.

"There is a formation!"

As his clothes fluttered, Zhang Liang understood who was talking to him.

"Formation?"

"Master, what did you say?"

"You leave here first!"

As soon as the words fell, several blood arrows shot out from the blood mist, and Zhang Liang hurriedly sacrificed the three-legged bronze tripod again.

But these blood arrows seemed to have eyes, and they rushed straight to the faces of the three people with a force of ten thousand pounds!

At this moment, Zhang Liang's heart suddenly tightened, and he subconsciously had an unmatched sense of defeat!

Ding ding ding!

The blood arrow was blocked by the three-legged bronze tripod, but the rest pierced Xiao Changzhi and Qin Wanhui's face in a weird way. They were dead before they formed the golden elixir.

The blood arrow continued to attack Zhang Liang again.

Before he could even react, the three-legged bronze tripod, a top-grade magic weapon that had accompanied him for a lifetime, exploded into pieces with a bang.

Seeing that his weak body was about to die under the sharp blood arrow, a sky-burning fire spewed out from his sleeves, burning the blood arrow to melt.

In the blood mist, a figure slowly walked over.

With the sound of footsteps, the opponent's momentum was also rising, and finally when he walked in front of Zhang Liang, it reached the extreme!

"Tsk tsk, you are not dead."

When Cai Fangshan appeared in front of him, the master who raised him felt strange.

The appearance was still the same.

But the aura was completely different!

"You?!" Zhang Liang exclaimed, but couldn't say it.

"Since you've left, why do you want to come back?"

Cai Fangshan smiled faintly, and his originally sharp and upright face had a bit of evil charm, and even his outline became blurred.

"Where is your fellow apprentice?"

The other party raised his mouth and said with a smile: "Master, shouldn't you congratulate me on breaking through the Nascent Soul?"

That's right!