Fantasy: I Become A Saint By Burning Corpses

"It all depends on what I do."

"We all have a role to play this time, no one can escape, prepare to be replaced by the corpse burner."

Seeing everyone looking at him, Wu Qing cursed.

The corpse this time is so dangerous. Although it has a talisman attached to it, who knows whether the talisman will fail at the critical moment.

As expected, all the corpse cremators in the corpse cremation hall will be replaced tonight.

But I am an exception.

Because that person is most likely the legendary Tianyin Body. Even if something goes wrong, no matter how powerful the Tianyin Body is, the evil corpse should not be able to cause any trouble.

Thinking of this, Wu Qing couldn't help but get excited.

"If that person is still fine this time, then his Tianyin body can be confirmed. It is 100% true."

Wu Qing thought to himself that it was not all a bad thing that these ancient coffins were dug out.

At least he can confirm whether there is a future ghost immortal in the Corpse Refinery.

"Old Wu, having said that, the deacon also said that these coffins have varying degrees of danger."

"How about...you go first."

The person in charge of Courtyard No. 1 suggested.

Everyone else nodded along.

When Wu Qing saw this, he saw that these bastards were praising him for his thousand skills again, and he became very popular.

But he was really worried about his monstrous luck.

Suddenly, Wu Qing's eyes lit up and he thought of a brilliant idea: "Haha, I come first every time, but I don't do it this time."

"You smoke, and the rest is mine."

Wu Qing thought to himself, "It's better to be still than to move. I don't believe it. None of the twelve of you got the number one."

After people saw Lao Wu's unusual reaction, they couldn't help but look at each other.

"This mission is no small matter. I have preliminary knowledge of the identities of these ancient corpses from the government. They are experts from Ziyang Dao Sect three thousand years ago."

"In order to prevent accidents, thirteen masters were sent down from above carrying heavy treasures, each of them guarding one courtyard."

"Almost there."

Lord Deacon said.

What, the master of Ziyang Dao Sect three thousand years ago?

What the fuck...

Wu Qing and others felt as if their scalps were going to explode, and their hearts and livers were trembling for a moment.

"So, don't waste any time."

The deacon said again.

Seeing this, people stopped playing around.

The person in charge of Courtyard No. 1 first stepped forward and took out a piece of paper. After unfolding it, it read: 'No. 3'.

Wu Qing suddenly became happy: "Old Yang, your luck is not very good. You have chosen the third most dangerous task."

"Yard No. 1, eat roast chicken."

Wu Qing grinned and shouted, directly announcing for the deacon.

Although for such a task, all the corpse cremators would eat roast chicken tonight, the person in charge of No. 1 Courtyard still felt a little uncomfortable after being teased like this by Old Wu.

Then, the person in charge of Courtyard No. 2 came forward, and he chose No. 9.

"Mission No. 9, Lao Xu, you are very lucky."

"Yard No. 2, eat roast chicken."

"Next please."

Wu Qing shouted loudly and announced the result.

"Old Wu, just play the coffin. You will cry when you draw coffin No. 1 later."

The person in charge of Courtyard No. 4 stepped forward with a dark face.

"Then it depends on whether you are willing to give up the No. 1 mission to our No. 3 Courtyard."

Wu Qing said with a grin.

Chen Tao, the person in charge of No. 6 Hospital, asked doubtfully: "Old Wu, did you take the wrong medicine today?"

He felt that Lao Wu was in a different state today.

There's no pressure at all.

Of course, Lao Wu is not under pressure, because his corpse burner may be the legendary Tianyin body.

Anyone can make a mistake, but your No. 3 Courtyard will never make a mistake.

Don’t be afraid if you get the No. 1 task.

The results of Courtyard No. 4 came out, and coffin No. 7 was drawn.

The seventh most dangerous.

Next, other responsible persons came forward one after another.

In a blink of an eye, only person in charge No. 13 was left.

"Old Wu, why don't you come first?"

The person in charge of No. 13 suggested.

Old Wu's face was already very ugly, and the aura of high spirits and guidance just now was gone.

Because task No. 1 has never been drawn.

how come......

Is this all possible for me to draw?

Lao Wu felt that his young mind had been severely traumatized. It was too ridiculous.

Is your luck really that exaggerated?

"No, you smoke first."

Old Wu snorted coldly, with an unyielding look on his face, refusing to accept his fate and staring at the opponent.

The person in charge of Courtyard No. 13 smiled, stepped forward, picked up a piece of paper, and unfolded it... No. 12.

Old Wu's eyes were as wide as bells, and his whole body felt bad.

He rushed forward, took out the last piece of paper, and when he opened it, the number 1 was written on it.

"Old Wu, I admire you."

"Everyone, Lao Wu's Thousand Skills have improved again. This time he used Qian skills twelve times in total, and we didn't notice it."

"It still comes out of thin air."

"No. 1 mission in courtyard No. 3 is to eat roast chicken."

Bang bang bang!

There was a sound of applause in the hall.

The deacon stepped forward and praised Old Wu, saying that a god of gambling had emerged from the Corpse Refinery.

Old Wu's face darkened, and he suddenly had the urge to kill him head-on.

It's okay for others to bury him, but the deacon actually participated in it.

Damn it, what happened to my luck?

It's so angry that it kills people.

...

Tonight, all the corpse burners got roast chicken and a jar of wine.

Li Ye was used to it, but others were not.

The moment they saw the roasted chicken, one of the corpse-burners was so frightened that they stumbled back.

Some burst into tears and collapsed in despair.

They have been working in the Corpse House for a long time and have already figured out the rules here.

All kinds of corpses are easy to talk about, but this roast chicken cannot be touched.

Roast chicken is a life-ending meal. Once it appears, it means that your life has come to an end.

"Roast chicken? I wonder what kind of vicious corpse it is today."

Li Ye was looking forward to it. He hadn't encountered any decent corpse for many days.

I hope this time it’s a bit interesting.

However, then he became a little worried: "Any decent evil corpse will at least bring me tens of thousands of pounds of strength."

"If it's two or three levels in the Controlling Material Realm, it will cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands."

"Right now, I have an unknown problem in my practice of "Nine Heavens Red Thunder Jue". If the level of this vicious corpse is too high, will the problem of head swelling be aggravated after I absorb its power?"

Li Ye thought to himself.

He still hasn't found out the problem of head swelling, and he doesn't know whether it will be good or bad next time.

But he had to do the work in the charnel house.

"ah!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream resounded from a certain cremation hall.

Li Ye was shocked, put down the half-eaten roast chicken, and ran out quickly.

Soon, he found the source of the screams, which came from Courtyard No. 5.

Several corpse-burners were already gathered there.

After some inquiring, Li Ye was surprised to learn that everyone had roasted chicken tonight.

Because the corpse-burners in No. 5 Courtyard had a mental breakdown and wanted to escape, they were discovered by their academician in black and killed with a knife.

At this time, there was already a candidate cremator from Courtyard No. 5 who had inherited the deceased's roasted chicken and the next task.

...

"You all eat roast chicken?"

Li Ye frowned when he came back, realizing that tonight was unusual.

Roasted chickens were sent to the thirteen corpse-burning halls. Did they send thirteen murderous corpses?

Li Ye had never experienced this before.

While he was thinking wildly, a thick ominous aura floated in from outside the door, making the hot summer evening breeze immediately feel refreshing.

Li Ye turned around and saw eight corpse bearers coming in carrying a big red coffin.

The coffin is brand new, but strangely it feels heavy with the vicissitudes of time.

There is a purple gold talisman affixed to the coffin lid. The talisman is outlined with hundreds of strokes. It is complicated and mysterious, unusually profound, and flows with a faint light.

The light is like fog, covering the coffin, and its charm is immortal.

coffin?

There are also talismans.

Is there the corpse of an ancient person inside?

Because Li Ye had the memory of the Holy Son, he immediately thought of many things.

At this time, the eight bearers had already laboriously carried the coffin into the cremation hall, placed it on the corpse rack, and then ran out in a hurry.

That's right, I ran, not walked out.

Immediately afterwards, a group of academicians in black rushed in and separated on both sides.

Wu Qing was the last one, holding a long sword in his hand and striding out.

He lost his usual ease and came to Li Ye with a serious look on his face: "Have you read the note in the chicken's belly?"

ah?

Li Ye was at a loss. Is there a note?

I just went out to watch the fun and didn't pay attention.

Wu Qing's words also revealed the truth that he had put the note in the chicken's belly before.

"......without!"

Li Ye shook his head and said.

Wu Qing was not angry and sighed: "It's too late. I can only tell you that this may be an ancient person from five thousand years ago."

"In his lifetime, he was extremely glorious and his power was boundless."

"Hold on, don't let that talisman fall off. If it does, find a way to attach it again."

Wu Qing is now not sure whether Li Ye is the body of Tianyin. If not, he will harm him if he delays any longer.

"...Yes, sir!"

Li Ye responded and quickly walked into the room.

Behind him, the academician in black locked the door.

Um?

After entering the room, Li Ye turned around subconsciously and looked in a certain direction through the door.

Outside, Wu Qing and a group of academicians in black were also looking there.

There is the wall of Courtyard No. 3. Standing on the wall is a purple figure wearing a bamboo hat. He is of medium height and has a wide purple robe. I don't know if he is a man or a woman.

But everyone understood that this should be the transcendent strong man sent by the Corpse Refinery to help him and others complete this mission.

Wu Qing did not dare to neglect, and respectfully bowed to the opponent with his hands and fists.

Others followed suit and saluted.

This transcendent being was extremely cold and arrogant. Even if he ignored the courtesy of Wu Qing and others, he still stood there.

Wu Qing smiled bitterly and did not continue to be sentimental.

...

Buzz!

In the room, Li Ye held out the Star Bead to block any possible movement that might occur next.

He had no idea of ​​opening the coffin to see whether the ancient man who had been sleeping for five thousand years was male or female, ugly or handsome.

The safest way to deal with it is to throw the person and the coffin into the cremator and burn them.

"Breathing."

Suddenly, Li Ye's expression changed, and he heard a faint sound of breathing in the coffin, long and distant.

Kick, kick, kick!

He retreated subconsciously, his face pale and sweating profusely.

Who the hell is sleeping inside?

They have been dead for five thousand years, how can they still be breathing?

evil Dead.

The corpse must have changed.

It can also transform into a corpse when suppressed by talismans.

Could it be that this man's physical body has become an immortal?

Li Ye looked horrified, but fortunately he didn't touch the coffin.

Otherwise, you may not even know how you died.

"I don't want to offend, but my senior already underwent Immortal Transformation five thousand years ago, and something happened to his body in the human world. I have no choice but to boldly deal with it for my senior."

Li Ye suppressed the shock in his heart and murmured.

boom!

After that, he slapped the heavy coffin with his palm. The coffin was hit by his powerful palm force and rushed forward quickly. In the blink of an eye, it followed the corpse rack to the mouth of the crematorium.

Just as it was about to fall into the furnace, something bad happened.

The talismans are falling.

Moreover, Li Ye keenly noticed that there was a cut in the middle of the talisman floating down at this moment, which had been cut open.

Many strokes are disconnected.

Is this a coincidence, or was it like this five thousand years ago, or was it accidentally torn open by the person transporting the coffin?

Li Ye thought to himself, not daring to be careless. His tongue was filled with a faint light, and he immediately recited the enhanced version of the corpse-suppressing curse.

Chi!

A golden light shot out from Li Ye's mouth and hit the talisman, causing it to stick back to the coffin lid.

puff!

At the same time, the coffin lid shook and was blasted through by a red-haired fist.

This fist is full of flesh and blood, with five full fingers. It is no different from a living hand, except that it is covered with red hairs. The red hairs are about... two meters long, and the roots are crystal clear, like countless rays of blood and electricity exploding in the air. , like shaking off in all directions.

Boom!

As the coffin lid penetrated, a terrifying aura rushed out from the coffin. It was so powerful that the void above the crematorium was crushed.

The monster from five thousand years ago is coming out.

It is... Ziyang Dao Sect Nine Ancestor Golden Dragon Perfected Being's Corpse Slough.