Huike and his two brothers chanted Buddhist scriptures in the center of the battlefield.
Golden Buddha light enveloped the battlefield, and everyone's excited mood slowly calmed down.
Jing Zhan wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the corpses around him with a heavy face. There were quite a few of these monsters, and they were quite powerful. However, perhaps because they were dead, their means of attack were a bit simple, but because of this, they became fearless and crazy.
"I'm afraid that those stolen corpses mentioned by the North have all turned into this state. If there are more of them..." Jing Zhan said with some concern.
Taoist Jiuyun frowned and said, "I don't think there should be too many. If this kind of monster can be easily created with just a corpse, then who in the world can stop them?"
Zhou Zhilu squatted down and looked at the relatively intact corpse in front of him. He could vaguely see that it was the corpse of a middle-aged man, and on the right half of the mutilated body was a bear claw.
The original fatal wound should be on his chest. A huge knife wound pierced through his chest. Zhou Zhilu opened his chest and saw that his body was already somewhat rotten inside. However, in the rotten flesh, there were still a lot of green blood stains corroding the surroundings.
Looking at the connection between the bear's hand and the body, two completely different kinds of flesh and blood were constantly corroding and entangled at the seam, thus binding them together.
"It looks like some of the corpses of the demon race and the corpses of the human race were grafted together using some secret method..." Zhou Zhilu guessed.
He couldn't help but think of the red crystals he had come into contact with before. They were some kind of fusion of monsters and humans. Is there any connection between the two?
"Since these corpses appeared here, it means that the monster should be nearby." Jing Zhan said coldly.
Zhou Zhilu looked at the relatively intact head of the corpse, estimated the time of death, and looked up and said, "Perhaps I can try to read this person's memory, maybe I can find his hiding place."
"Read memory?!" Everyone looked at Zhou Zhilu in surprise when they heard that.
An armored warrior appeared behind Zhou Zhilu, and a stream of colorful spiritual energy gushed out from his heart-protection mirror and merged into Zhou Zhilu's body. Then, along with Zhou Zhilu's fingers, it penetrated into the brain of the corpse, searching for any traces of the soul that might still remain in the brain.
Generally speaking, after the death of the physical body, the soul will remain in the brain for several days before gradually dissipating. Those with weak cultivation may lose all of their soul in two or three days, while those with strong cultivation can even hold on for several months.
Zhou Zhilu wanted to use the colorful spiritual energy to contact the traces of the soul that was about to dissipate, strengthen its perception, and integrate it into his own soul, so that he would have a chance to read its last soul memory!
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