Chapter 361 A Long Drought Brings a Downpour

Chen Luo walked around the room and went to see his brother Chen Lin's grandson and granddaughter. The two babies were very cute and kept smacking their lips in their sleep, as if they were dreaming of something delicious. Chen Luo used his spiritual power to help them cleanse their bodies to ensure that they were healthy. If they grow up and practice martial arts, their foundation will be better than others.

"This talisman paper is empty. Use this one in the future."

Returning to the study, Chen Luo glanced at his sleeping brother and took out a jade talisman from his sleeve and placed it on the table. Jade talismans store energy and can be preserved for a longer time. This is something that only a third-level talisman master can make. Among the four arts of cultivating immortals, Chen Luo's strongest is alchemy, followed by drawing talismans. He has hardly stopped over the years. Whenever he has time, he will draw two pieces. The talisman paper and talisman pen in his storage bag are enough for ten years. When there are enough materials, he draws high-level talismans, and when not, he draws low-level talismans to ensure that he does not get rusty.

These two abilities are the abilities that Chen Luo can reach the third level without relying on an external brain.

After doing all this, Chen Luo pushed the door and walked out. Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.

"It's time to go."

Chen Luo glanced at the sky, took a step, and when he landed again, he was already in the clouds.

The breeze blew on his face.

Before leaving, Chen Luo was going to the southwest to help his brother Chen Lin deal with some troubles. The Yue Tomb was his hometown, a country above the Star Tomb. This place absolutely does not allow any changes. Any slight changes may affect his access to the tomb.

Southwest region.

The rebel camp was brightly lit.

The bandit leader who had just looted the city was drinking and eating meat in the camp. Ma Kun was a desperate man. When he rebelled, he thought about it and decided to live a good life one day at a time. In this way, even if he was killed by the immortal master of the court, he would not regret it. However, the development of the situation was much smoother than Ma Kun imagined. His rebel army was unstoppable all the way. It took only a few months to capture the state capital, and more and more rioters defected to him.

The impact of famine is too large, and those who can't survive have to find a way out for themselves.

Ma Kun burned, killed and robbed all the way, and the team grew from a dozen people at the beginning to 100,000 people now. There is no end to the 100,000 grass-roots army. After reaching this point, Ma Kun's ambition expanded unprecedentedly. He felt that he might not have to die, and he might go further, such as getting a "king". He even felt that the so-called immortal master was just a means for the court to deceive the people like them.

Just when Ma Kun was imagining the future, two strange men in black robes came to him. The two of them subdued him with just a little trick. In order to survive, Ma Kun became a dog for the two men.

From that day on, Ma Kun knew that there were really "immortals" in this world, and the court was not bluffing. This world is more complicated than he saw.

The two immortals have immortal methods. One of them can control corpses. The more people die, the stronger the corpse guards around him will be. The other one is even more weird. He can summon "ghosts" from those burned corpses!

After that, every time Ma Kun's army fought, these two people would participate.

They never intervened on the battlefield. No matter who won or lost, they had only one request, that is, no "burial of corpses" was allowed.

At first, Ma Kun didn't understand, but later he didn't bother to care. As long as the two immortal masters didn't let him rob, he could continue to live a good life. He was used to this kind of life with plenty of wine and meat. If he was asked to go back to his previous miserable life, he would definitely not accept it.

"This is the life a man should live! Damn it, in the past, I couldn't even eat meat during the New Year." Ma Kun, who had finished drinking, threw the wine bowl aside and put his strong arms around the woman next to him.

He had snatched this woman back from the city during the day.

He didn't even dare to look at this kind of beautiful woman before, but now these people can only crawl at his feet and tremble, letting him do whatever he wants.

"Brother, the two immortal masters asked you to go over."

A voice interrupted Ma Kun's action. He stopped halfway untying his belt and looked at the person who came over. He knew this man, a scholar who came to him for help. Because he knew how to read, he was taken in by the two immortals as a follower.

"Any instructions?"

The alcohol in Ma Kun's head dissipated, and his tone became cautious. The woman who escaped death retreated back to the corner and shivered in the dark, but at this moment Ma Kun had no intention of paying attention to her.

Ma Kun was not afraid of death, nor was he afraid of fighting with him.

But he was afraid of the existence of "immortals" from the bottom of his heart. He was afraid of the means that could be manipulated by the dead. He was afraid of it when he thought about it. He also begged the two "immortals" privately, hoping that he could continue to follow them after his death and be a servant who served them and did not go to hell.

When he said this, the two "immortals" looked at him with strange eyes.

One of them agreed to his request.

"The immortal master just asked you to go."

The man said condescendingly, his eyes swept around, and when he saw the woman in the corner, his eyes could not hide his disgust for bandits like Ma Kun.

"I understand. I'll go right away."

Ma Kun didn't dare to say anything more. He couldn't afford to offend the people around the Immortal Master.

The rebels' central camp.

Unlike other chaotic armies, this camp was very clean and had been cleaned up all around. When Ma Kun came in, two "immortals" were practicing in the camp. One of them had five corpses standing behind him, and the other had an invisible wind floating around him. The exact number was unknown.

"Two immortals, I'm here to report."

As soon as he entered the camp, Ma Kun bent his waist and his expression turned into a flattering smile, which was completely different from the domineering bandit leader Lin Run outside.

"How did you do the task I gave you last time?"

An immortal master near the camp opened his eyes. His cold eyes made Ma Kun shudder. All the alcohol disappeared, leaving only deep fear.

"It's being done. That person is very stubborn."

"Tomorrow."

The black-robed man who asked the question interrupted impatiently. He didn't want to care about the reason, but only wanted to hear the result.

Tomorrow?

Hearing this time limit, Ma Kun was frightened and knelt on the ground, kowtowed.

"The two immortals, please be clear. Although that man has fallen into our hands, he is also an immortal master, with immortal magic to protect him. Ordinary people like us can't touch him at all, let alone ask questions from him."

"Do you think I am negotiating with you? If you can't get any results, you can be my guard."

The monk who manipulated the corpse opened his eyes and said in a flat tone.

Ma Kun's face turned pale.

There is only one kind of guard around the immortal master, that is, the dead body standing behind him.

"Go away."

Ma Kun, who still wanted to beg for mercy, felt a strong wind coming towards him, and the whole person was rolled out like a rolling gourd.

After driving Ma Kun away, the two people in the tent became quiet again.

"Do you really expect this waste to get results from Du Jian?"

The soul-raising monk raised his head and revealed the face hidden underneath. An old man with a weird look, his left face was full of wrinkles, his hair was gray, and his eyes were cloudy. But the right side was completely different. His right face was pitch black, and from time to time some strange things would crawl on it, like living things. Because of dealing with ghosts for many years, he had a kind of coldness that ordinary people did not have.

"Try it, it has been two months, I don't believe he has so many spiritual stones."

Another person raised his head, and the light in the tent shone on his face. It was Tian Yonglu, the "fellow" who entered the academy with Chen Luo at the beginning, and wanted to be "a superior person" with him.

This person has also aged a lot, with a rotten smell on his body, and the corpse standing behind him is like a background wall.

"If I still can't ask it tomorrow, I will ask it myself! At this time, I don't care whether it is exposed or not. Xie Shuang, the woman, is on the way here. She is a talisman master, much more troublesome than Du Jian." The voice of the old man with a yin-yang face gradually faded. Tian Yonglu did not say anything about his decision.

They just want to get out.

I just hate that Du Jian is so precious that he knows how to get out, but he is unwilling to tell them.

"No matter how powerful she is, she can't be the opponent of that thing."

While the two were talking, there was a sudden noise outside, followed by a surprise uproar. The two people who were interrupted frowned unhappily. Before they could ask, the curtain door of the tent was suddenly opened, and a damp cold wind blew in from outside.

"Master, it's raining outside!!"

"The drought is saved."

The sound of rain came from outside. Through the gap in the curtain, they could see that the cracked soil outside had begun to close. The rain gathered on it, forming a stream-like water snake that merged into it.

"Impossible!!"

Tian Yonglu and the old man stood up at the same time and rushed out of the big tent with shocked faces.

They knew better than anyone how this drought came about. The two of them dug through an ancient tomb and released a corpse king from it. The corpse king exuded a terrible silver light all over his body. The most terrifying thing was that this corpse king had reason and became an alien.

This drought that swept the entire southwest region was caused by the corpse king.

Although the two did not know what realm the corpse king was in, the momentum of the other party's gestures that affected the celestial phenomena left an indelible impression on them. According to the corpse king's description, he was a person from a thousand years ago. What realm is this for a monster that has lived for a thousand years?

Tian Yonglu and the old man are both immortals. In their cognition, the former number one immortal master Changqing Zhenren of Yue State only lived for two hundred years.

Thunderbolt!!

Thunder broke through the sky, and silver light illuminated the world.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to see a person standing in the sky.

A person standing above the clouds.

"There is someone in the sky!"

"Immortal."

The rioters who had been drought for a long time kowtowed to the figure in the sky, and even the bandits were so scared that they knelt on the ground, constantly begging for mercy. This scene was too shocking for these people. Even if they had heard of the rumors about the immortal master, they had never seen anyone standing on the clouds.

Standing on the clouds, what else could he be if not an immortal? (End of this chapter)