Chapter 935 (1/2)

At the same time, a huge tortoise carefully poked its head out of a huge rock at the foot of the mountain.

After a careful but somewhat mechanical turn, it seemed that there was no danger, so he boldly stretched out a pair of front paws, and crazily lifted up the heavy turtle shell. While crawling forward, he took a few deep breaths.

Within a few miles, the dead air lingering on many zombies was sucked out, mixed in the snow, and inhaled into the nostrils by it. With each puff, it shows an intoxicated expression.

After only a few breaths, it was stiff. An irresistible grip is under the hood. After another moment, it was caught back in the sea of Gouzhu.

Since Gou Zhu refined this turtle, it has become a part of his golden elixir. But what's amazing is that it can be reflected from the golden elixir at any time like a magic weapon. It seems that it is still generating self-consciousness.

It is less dangerous for a magic weapon to generate self-consciousness and Baoling. Because Baoling has no root and no foundation, all rely on the owner's urge to display its power. Even if it can gather some aura of heaven and earth, it is under the control of the owner.

But it's not sure that such an ancient beast can be killed. Who knows if its consciousness will gradually recover and finally turn to the guest?

In history, there are many monks planted in the hands of foreign objects. Even the internal and external cultivation of the five elements sect is not immune.

So Gou Zhu always restrained this guy's desire to eat. Every time it grows slightly, it must be recovered and refined again, and its consciousness of slow regeneration will be worn away.

And the dead air in Qingyang Town has been absorbed. Even the dead breath of the living people infected with zombies was absorbed by the mysterious turtle. There is no longer any risk in the whole town.

It's time to find the source and find out the ghoul behind the scenes.

There is only one purpose for the corpse soul believers to do this kind of thing, that is to make more dead breath. It's the same as a man who cultivates the true Qi.

You won't get any death if you dig the dead in the graveyard. There was only corpse gas in the grave. Accumulation of corpse Qi is a rotten force, but there is no spirit.

Only when the living people die, the fear and resentment from the soul are injected into the Qi of accumulating corpses, which makes the spirit of accumulated corpse Qi come into being.

Therefore, the more people die, the more stillness will be tempered. Whenever there is such a large-scale ”zombie disease” outbreak, the corpse soul believers must breathe in the nearby. Otherwise, such a scene would be in vain.

Under the cover of Gouzhu's divinity, they couldn't run at all. Whether it's flight or teleportation, it's just a stupid move to expose yourself. What they can do, they can only hide on the spot.

Gou Zhu's eyes were covered with blue light, and a circle of purple aura in the void behind his head formed many charms, and a purple mirror slowly emerged. The rolling mountains in the wind and snow nearby had a panoramic view of him in the dim light.

He was thinking that since these corpse soul believers are so good at cultivating their dead spirit, if he could catch a few of them and raise them as ”people's favorite” and produce ”turtle food” for xuangui at any time, it would be better than that he would have to travel all over the mountains and rivers to search for the dead.

And even if he finds death, he doesn't dare to let xuangui eat enough. It can't be ”stored” and all that can't be eaten is wasted. If it is self refining, it can be supplied on demand.

It is a trouble to kill the living. But there are a lot of damned people in this world. Why don't you tell the king of cloud that those who committed capital crimes in Jinyu and Yuzhou should be handed over to him for execution?

After thinking about it for a while, he took these miscellaneous ideas back. If he thought about it again, he was afraid that he would fall into the devil's way.

After looking around, Gou Zhu finally turned his eyes to Xishan cemetery, which was the Song family's Xuanshi.

After such a toss, the graveyard is still there, but there is no one in Xuanshi for a long time.

Xishan cemetery is a depression. There are gentle slopes on both sides. But what really startles people is that the hillside is densely covered with square tombstones.

These tombstones are almost close together, like the whole mountain is full of mahjong. There are so many dead people in the world, which makes people feel scared.

It's very common for a monk. For the world seems to be full of life, but there must be more dead people than living people.