C11 Hate the Heavens and the Earth

It's not just hell where the sun doesn't shine. The Refining Hell Valley also doesn't see the sun all year round. A place where vengeful souls roamed day and night. However, no matter what mysterious, dangerous, and sinister region it was, it couldn't stop the uninvited guests from Heaven's Mandate.

After falling into the valley, Lu Changkong bumped into a towering tree that was over a hundred zhang tall. His body fell down like a meteorite, passing through layers of dense leaves and smashing into a pile of fallen leaves.

He didn't die, but he felt worse than death. Why did he have to endure humiliation and bear the burden of learning from his master? It was for revenge. However, Maoshan had given him an even deeper hatred. He was still alive, but he had fallen into a dead end. He didn't even have the chance to learn?

Revenge!

How could he take revenge?

"Ah!" Lu Changkong faced the sky and let out a long roar to vent the resentment in his heart. He kept shouting until his throat was filled with the smell of blood.

"I hate, I hate, I hate. . . " Lu Changkong hit the tree trunk hysterically until his fists were covered in blood and flesh, dying his eyes red.

Lu Changkong finally sat down, exhausted. He smeared his blood on the tree trunk and wrote, "I hate the injustice of the heavens. "

"I hate the gods and ghosts. "

"I hate the gods!"

"Four Hate, false feelings. "

"Five Hate is crippling each other!"

"Six Hate Human-Faced Beast Heart!"

"Seven Hate is powerless to reverse the situation!"

After Lu Changkong finished writing, he roared towards the sky, "Nangong family, Xue Qiansui, Maoshan Daoist. . . As long as I, Lu Changkong, am not dead, sooner or later I will exterminate all of your family and friends!"

"Hahaha. . . Hate well, hate well. . . "

A burst of laughter suddenly came from behind Lu Changkong, like the strange laughter of a night owl. His entire face was ripped off by someone. The skeleton monster somehow crawled behind Lu Changkong and looked at "Seven Hatred. " He laughed loudly. He laughed until two lines of blood seeped out of his eyes, but he still refused to stop, "Hate well. . . Hate well. . . Seven Hate is powerless to reverse the situation. You hate yourself too much, that's great. "

Lu Changkong said coldly, "Is it funny?"

"Yes!. " The skeleton said in surprise," You are not afraid of me? "

"Hmph! I, Lu Changkong, have died, and have lived. I have been skinned, and my tendons have been pulled out. I have been put into a pot of oil. What is there to be afraid of? " Lu Changkong sneered and looked up at the sky. He no longer looked at the strange man.

"No wonder! No wonder you have such a huge hatred!" The eccentric said, "If I give you a chance to take revenge, would you be willing to make some sacrifices for it?"

"You can make me take revenge!" Lu Changkong suddenly turned his head, and his eyes lit up with endless hope.

The strange man said unhappily, "You still haven't answered my question!"

"I only have one life left, a body of flesh. Whatever sacrifice you want me to make, it's up to you. As long as I can personally take revenge, even if I die without a complete corpse or soul, I will still accept it. "

"Kid, have you heard of the Four Great Vicious Gods? Have you heard of Corpse Heavenly Monarch?" The strange man's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "I am Corpse Monarch Jun Moxiao, also half a corpse. Do you dare to refine my 'Corpse King Technique'? You dare become half human and half corpse? Are you not human or ghost? "

Lu Changkong said with a smile, "I am half human and half corpse to begin with, so why should I be afraid of half-human and half-ghost?"

"Oh!" Jun Moxiao pulled Lu Changkong to his side. The Spirit Sense went into his body. After a long time, he looked up at the sky and laughed wildly. "Hahahaha. . . God, you finally didn't let me scold you again. You sent him here to get revenge, right? Hahahahaha. . . "

Jun Moxiao stopped laughing and said, "Tell me, who modified your body? Could it be that he recognized me, Corpse Sovereign, and gave me such a perfect inheritor? "

"It's my master, Snow Marshal Feng YI!"

"Feng YI!" Jun Moxiao was shocked and said, "So it's him, it's him. . . I should have thought of it earlier. . . I should have thought of it earlier. . . "

As both of them were corpse masters, Jun Moxiao and Feng YI had known each other for a long time, but they were not fated to meet.

After a while, Jun Moxiao cautiously asked with a pleading tone. "Are you willing to inherit my legacy?"

"I said I want revenge. Whether you are a human or a demon, allowing me to cultivate, or a demon, I want revenge. However, I cannot call you master. I only have one master. "

" Alright then! " Jun Moxiao felt slightly disappointed and said, "As long as you can inherit my cultivation technique, that's good. I have waited too long. Too long. . . I have missed you. I will never have the chance to meet someone like you again! However, you have to promise me one condition. On the day of success, you have to help me destroy the entire Maoshan family!"

" Even if you don't say it, I will still massacre the entire Maoshan! " Lu Changkong gritted his teeth as he spoke. His eyes were filled with murderous intent. He was a peerless malefic star.

"Alright!" Jun Moxiao paused for a moment and said, "Although I need your inheritance cultivation technique. . . I have to remind you that you have cultivated my 'Corpse King Technique'. It will not tolerate the righteous path in the world, and the massacre in Maoshan will only lead to the pursuit of the Dao Gate. At that time, it will not just be a few people who will kill you, but a few sects. It might even be a few countries. Are you afraid? "

Lu Changkong gritted his teeth and said: " If a person offends me, I will kill. If the sect offends me, I will annihilate his entire family. If the world offends me, I will massacre the entire world. "

"Alright!" Jun Moxiao said, saying, "Feng YI did not misjudge the person, and I, Jun Moxiao, did not misjudge the person either. Come! "

Jun Moxiao stretched out his hand and peeled off the fallen leaves under the tree, revealing the piles of bones underneath. "This Purgatory Valley is famous for its Nine Yin Evil Land. The corpses buried here have not decayed for thousands of years. This was what the Maoshan Sect had taken a fancy to. This sealed valley entrance is used to set up a grand formation to prevent the corpse transformation. Every ten years, the corpse will be selected to refine the undead. There were still five years left until their next arrival. If you can't refine corpse energy within five years and conceal your own aura. . . They will definitely discover your existence. Therefore, in these five years. . . You must sleep with the corpse and absorb as much corpse energy as possible. Use the method I gave you to cultivate. . . You don't have much time. You need to grasp it. "

After Jun Moxiao imparted the skill to Lu Changkong, he watched worriedly as Lu Changkong crawled into the mess of corpses. After a long while, he slowly climbed back onto the tree.

What he didn't expect was that three months later, Lu Changkong, who was standing in front of him once again, had a pair of blood-red eyes. There was a faint black Qi between his brows. This was the sign of the completion of the corpse core.

Jun Moxiao couldn't help but ask in surprise, "How did you do it?"

"I used one month to eat all the corpses. Two months to digest the corpse Qi and condense it into a pill. " Lu Changkong repeated calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's story.

"You ate all the corpses?" Jun Moxiao was shocked again. "You ate all four hundred thousand corpses?"

"Yes! My master had put a Taotie's belly on me. As long as it was not enough to kill me, I could eat anything. What does eating four hundred thousand corpses count as? "

" Okay! Great! Feng YI, oh Feng YI. Initially, I was still somewhat unconvinced with you. But now, I admire you so much that I want to prostrate myself in front of you. " Jun Moxiao sighed and said: "Come, breathe in the moon and absorb the moonlight!"

Lu Changkong let out a long roar. Black gas gushed out from his seven apertures, and the image of a Taotie condensed behind him. Lu Changkong's jaw was detached from his body, and like a python, he opened his mouth wide and turned to the bright moon.

The silvery-white moonlight fell from the sky. At first, it was still flowing towards the stream, but after a moment, it surged like a river and poured into Lu Changkong's mouth unceasingly.

"Enough, enough! Don't absorb anymore so as to avoid attracting the attention of the cultivators. " Jun Moxiao said excitedly, "Quickly sit down and cultivate. Your internal organs and bones don't need to be trained anymore. Use all your strength to hone your skin and flesh. . . "

Lu Changkong followed his instructions and sat down cross-legged. He pushed the Lunar True Force from his internal organs towards his skin.

Jun Moxiao pointed from the side. It took him two years to teach and learn. Lu Changkong's skin glowed with a bronze luster. He had refined himself into a Bronze Corpse before he stopped cultivating.

"It's time to teach you how to control corpses! If I teach you how to use the corpse control technique to escape from the ground, then I don't have anything else to give you. " Jun Moxiao said with a little worry, "Unfortunately, you have eaten all the corpses. Where should I go to find the corpses? I'll teach you the skill formula first!"

Lu Changkong quietly listened to the method, then opened his mouth and spat out the" King Corpse "stored in his stomach. He asked," Do you think this corpse is suitable? "

"King Corpse? This was also given to you by Feng YI?"

"En!"

Jun Moxiao let out a long sigh. "Feng YI! You have given me too many surprises. Are you a god? Are you a devil?"

Jun Moxiao let out a long sigh before laughing out loud. "I'm afraid you're the only one who can start as a King Corpse Imperial Censor and learn how to refine corpses. The reason why the King Corpse was regarded as a treasure by the world's corpse-trainers was because he was the Spiritual Corpse who had the highest chance of refining an 'Outer Sky Devil'. "

Jun Moxiao was afraid that he would not understand, so he explained, "Using the Maoshan Corpse Controlling Technique to divide the corpses into copper, iron, silver, and gold. The flying yaksha had five levels, and above the flying yaksha were the outer heavenly gods. It is said that. . . The gods and devils from beyond the heavens could resist the Heavenly Annihilating Devil, and when the gods and devils were born, the heavens and the earth would change color. Ghosts wept and deities howled. You are the luckiest person I have ever met. I have spent half of my life trying to find a Spiritual Corpse that is suitable for refining the gods and devils from beyond the heavens. But you can get two at the same time. "

"Two?" Lu Changkong asked curiously. "What about the other one?"

"It's me!" Jun Moxiao pointed his finger at himself. "I was once a Mao Shan disciple, and I created the Corpse Refining Technique on my own. Refining oneself into a corpse was regarded as an evil path by Mao Mountain. I was expelled from the sect. I traveled the world, killing people everywhere in order to prove that my self-created 'Corpse King Art' was correct. But. . . The more people I kill, the more they think that I'm an evil person. "

Jun Moxiao smiled and said, "Who would have thought that I would actually be addicted to killing. Every time I see blood, I would get inexplicably excited. That kind of excitement brought about a spiritual climax. No one can resist it. I can only constantly seek that kind of pleasure while killing. Just like that, I struck out the name of Corpse Sovereign in cultivation realm! However, the Maoshan Sect also came to find me. They used my shoulder blades that were pierced through. My master, who broke both of my legs, forced me to give in. Hateful, after they captured me, They actually killed my master in front of me. They held his head and questioned me. What face do you have to meet Ancestor Mao Shan? The Maoshan Ancestral Master, pooh! 'What the f * ck did I invent my own cultivation technique to do? When they saw that I wasn't convinced, they flayed my face and said that my ugly face wasn't enough to meet the Mao Mountain's Ancestral Master. ' And then they crippled my cultivation. [They used eight iron hooks to pierce through my body and hang me in the dungeon, interrogating me every day. ] Forcing me to hand over the 'Corpse King Technique'. What are they thinking?"

" They deserve to be killed! " Lu Changkong's eyes were filled with killing intent. "Then how did you escape?"

"Fake death! They didn't think that those whose cultivation was crippled would also fake death! They saw that I lost my life, and my soul also disappeared without a trace. He directly threw me into Purgatory Valley. " Jun Moxiao pointed at the towering giant Priest Mu and said, "Fortunately, the bottom of this Dark Spirit divine tree contains this Nine Yin Wood Heart. I only survived until now because of the nourishment of the wood heart's spiritual energy. However, I can't leave this divine tree anymore. In recent years, my body has become worse and worse. Even swallowing the Nine Yin Wood Heart can't save my life. I can meet you before I die. It was also a great gift from the heavens to me. "

" Come! " Jun Moxiao handed Lu Changkong a thin piece of paper with eight steel hooks on it and said, "This is the corpse I designed for myself. You can call it soul hook!"

"You. . . " Lu Changkong said with tears in his eyes, "You want me to kill you?"

"No!" Jun Moxiao said, saying, "I will kill myself. If you die in your hands, you will feel guilty for the rest of your life. Letting me die is the same as dying in the hands of the Maoshan Sect. That will be a great humiliation to me. Before I die, can you call me master?"

" Master, accept my bow! " Lu Changkong knelt down respectfully and kowtowed four times.

When Lu Changkong stood up, Jun Moxiao had already left with a smile, his soul flying in the air. Tears were flowing down Lu Changkong's face as he looked up at the sky. His two masters had left one after another. One of them was buried in the heavenly tribulation while the other's soul was drifting away. Even if Lu Changkong could go to heaven and earth, it would be hard for him to meet them again.

However, he stubbornly believed that his two masters must be watching him from the sky, watching their disciples write their legends, and creating the legend of the one who controlled the corpse.

Lu Changkong picked up Jun Moxiao's corpse and carefully wiped away the dust all over his body. Then, he solemnly put on the green robe that Jun Moxiao had prepared for him. He took out the iron hook that was used to hang Jun Moxiao and wrapped it around his body. Then, he began crazily refining the two Spiritual Corpse corpses. Three years later, when he reached the King Corpse, his soul had also reached the Bronze Corpse. Lu Changkong had also welcomed the Daoist who had sacrificed his saber for him.