thefictionvixens Chapter 524
Chapter 524
Bai Yu looked through the Burial World Record.
After pondering for a long time, he finally selected two rewards.
[Gongshu Mechanical Technique (Part 1), the secret mechanical technique of the Gongshu family of the three great families in Dali, the grade cannot be assessed. ]
[The Secret of the Divine Puppet, the top grade of the Earthly Evil, contains the methods of refining various mechanical puppets. ]
Mechanical Technique can be regarded as a branch of the art of refining.
The Gongshu family has always been famous for various mysterious mechanical techniques, including mechanical puppets, mechanical armor, floating warships, etc.
And what Gongshu Yang inherited was naturally the core secret method, which even ordinary direct descendants could not inherit.
Bai Yu was quite satisfied. He had always been very yearning for various puppets. This was a powerful weapon for gang fighting.
If you can refine hundreds of puppets of the same level, you can directly blast your opponent into pieces. Wouldn't it be wonderful?
Why fight alone when you can fight in a group? This is very consistent with Zhou Li.
Moreover, Lao Mo's weapon-making skills will be able to be applied to other cases and reach a higher level.
After burying Gongshu Yang, Bai Yu began to bury other monks.
The lineage of the sorcerer often uses human bones and human skin to refine spell instruments.
For example, skull bowls, thigh bone flutes, human skin masks, etc.
Many monks were divided up after being captured.
Therefore, every time Bai Yu attacked, he would always take back a lot of monks' remains and human instruments and bury them one by one.
He solemnly built graves, played music, and buried...
In the endless yellow sand, new graves were erected one after another.
There was once a living life in each of them, with flesh and blood, and his own story.
But who will remember it in the future?
Even though Bai Yu was used to the vicissitudes of life, he couldn't help but feel a little touched.
He sighed and erected a white flag in the center of the camp.
Every time a funeral is held, the name, position, and life story of the deceased will be written on the white banner.
Murong Caiwei saw it and said:
"Daoyou Tianshi, when a person dies, it is like a light going out. What's the point of you holding a funeral like this?"
"Besides, the wind will sooner or later cover the grave with yellow sand. If the enemy comes again, the grave may be destroyed again. Instead of focusing on this, it is better to think more about what to do in the future."
Bai Yu did not answer directly, but sighed:
"Someone once said that a person will experience three deaths in his life."
"The first time, his heart stopped beating and his life disappeared. This is physical death."
"The second time, at the funeral, relatives and friends attended and he was buried in peace, announcing his death in social relations."
"The third time, when all When people forget this person and his past, he will die completely, and this world will have nothing to do with him anymore. "
He paused, and wrote another person's epitaph on the white banner:
Zhou Qing, deputy Sima of Tiankui B Camp, born...
"Anyway, I hope that one day I can bring their stories back to Xuanhuang Realm."
"Let people know that there was once such a group of people who tried their best to survive in the other world, so that they will not completely disappear from this world."
"If I can't do it, please ask fellow Daoist Caiwei to take over from me and bring the white banner back."
Murong Caiwei seemed to understand, chewing on Bai Yu's words, her eyes sparkling.
Bai Yu took out a pot of wine, sprinkled it under the white banner, and recited a dirge.
"The wind is rising, the yellow sand is rolling, the soul is returning, the mountains and rivers are far away."
"Enjoy it!"
Murong Caiwei said:
"What kind of soul-calling song is this? Why haven't I heard you recite it before?"
"I just said it out of my heart."
Murong Caiwei was even more surprised:
"I can't tell that you are so unruly on weekdays, but now you are like an old scholar who speaks eloquently."
Bai Yu looked leisurely:
"I usually laugh and joke because I have a brain disease."
"Now I speak eloquently because I have something in my stomach."
Murong Caiwei looked up and down at Bai Yu, and was amazed:
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's a pity that you are a mummy, otherwise I would like to marry you."
Bai Yu curled his lips:
"Cut it out, I can't eat the big cake anymore."
...
Just like this, the incarnation of the sky corpse and Bai Yu's body kept sending funerals in the two worlds.
With the double funeral reward, the main body's cultivation grew rapidly and soon reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul (84%).
At this rate, the peak of the Nascent Soul is just around the corner.
On this day, the incarnation of the Heavenly Corpse sat in the tent.
Suddenly, a wooden kite flew into the tent, holding a sand snake in its mouth.
Bai Yu nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand and took out a faint soul from the sand snake.
Then he sealed the soul into a snake-shaped puppet.
After a spell, the snake-shaped puppet made of gold and iron actually moved.
Although it was a little clumsy in action, it was indeed free to move. It could not only move forward and backward, but also jump into the air and spit out flying blades from its mouth.
Bai Yu was slightlySmiled:
"This mechanical technique is really magical. Wooden birds can fly and iron snakes can walk."
"Although the materials from the Xuanhuang Realm are missing, the effect is even better after replacing them with the cursed soul stones from the Star Realm."
"If the mechanical technique can be widely used, the situation of the cultivators under my command should be better in the future."
Suddenly, he frowned and took out a jade talisman from his arms.
The jade talisman flashed with light and made a shrill sound.
His mind sank into it, and inside was a letter for help.
It turned out that Bai Yu was not the only surviving cultivator base in the Star Realm.
There were three other bases, all built by Yuanying cultivators, with cultivators ranging from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
These Yuanying cultivators, like Bai Yu, took their troops to settle in the barren land and avoided the siege of the Xing Clan.
The cultivators were weak, so they naturally had to help each other on weekdays, so there were secret teleportation arrays between the several bases.
In a critical moment, you can call for other Yuanying to help and tide over the difficulties temporarily.
The one who asked for help this time was another Yuanying, called Zhelin Tou Tuo.
In the past, when it was urgent, Zhelin Tou Tuo had also helped Bai Yu's begging army.
Bai Yu pondered for a moment and thought:
"The opponent here is Xing Qing, who is not a big threat for the time being. Murong Caiwei can handle it."
"There are also 80,000 cultivators in the Black Stone Mountain where Zhelin Tou Tuo is. If his army is wiped out, life here will be even more difficult in the future."
"Let's go over and take a look. If you can help, help. If you can't help, you can help bury the body."
Thinking of this, Bai Yu quickly explained to Murong Caiwei, and then he activated the teleportation array and teleported to another mountain range.
He walked out of a cave and swept his mind.
He saw that this mountain range was full of messy black stones, with various mushrooms and thorns growing sparsely.
Obviously, this is also a desolate place.
In the distance, there was a faint sound of fighting.
Bai Yu sneaked in the direction of the sound.
Half a day later, he finally saw a large army of the Xing clan besieging a monk base.
He did not rush forward, but cast various exploration spells to explore around.
The next moment, he was secretly shocked:
"No, those monks have no vitality, they are not living people."
"This is a trap!"