After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

"Fire Spirit Boy?"

Qin He was slightly startled, and the image of a little kid flashed through his mind.

That damn familiar scene appeared again.

"Tell me about this Fire Spirit Boy." Qin He asked, with a hint of authority in his tone that could not be refused.

"What I know are just some legends passed down orally. Whether they are true or false cannot be verified. If you want to listen, I am just wasting my time talking." Hechuan struggled for a moment, and finally changed his address.

This man walked alone in Black Wind Mountain. He killed a troublesome corpse vulture with one blow and displayed the Samadhi True Fire.

All these things made Hechuan even more cautious. Although the aura displayed by this person was only at the Lunhai Realm, the truth was definitely more than that.

"No matter whether it's true or not, tell me everything." Qin He put his hands behind his back.

The reward of Samadhi True Fire is introduced. It is a flame from the world of gods. It is refined into Samadhi by essence, energy and spirit. It nourishes the essence and becomes one with the true fire. Nothing can be burned except the ten thousand years of black ice.

There was no mention of any Fire Spirit Boy.

Of course, there are definitely more people who can use Samadhi True Fire than just the Fire Spirit Boy.

"Legend has it that during a certain spiritual resurgence, a fire spirit boy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, calling himself the Holy Infant Patriarch. He established the Fire Worship Cult as a traditional religion, which was once extremely popular."

"Zoroastrianism uses fire as a seed, and it is said to open up another path of spiritual practice."

"Some also say it's a tradition of cultivating a single attribute. In short, it's extremely powerful."

"It is said that the Holy Infant Patriarch has reached the level of a saint."

"..."

"After a long time, it disappeared in the wave of spiritual revival."

Hechuan spoke slowly, but everything he said began with legends and hearsay.

"Holy Infant Patriarch?" Qin He pondered the name.

The old ape, the spiritual master holding the nine-toothed rake, and now there is some kind of holy infant ancestor.

Qin He increasingly felt that there was a greater metaphor behind the familiar mythological story.

The mystery behind the secret is so thick that it is impossible to see the truth.

But the road to the West is faintly visible, just like the "obsession" technique that he had laid. Who planted this "obsession" here in him?

In the midst of chaos, with no guidance from the unknown, the road ahead is dark and murky, and we can only move forward step by step.

I hope the truth that is finally pieced together isn't too scary.

"Anything else?" Qin He asked again.

"No, it's just a legend. It's impossible to verify whether it's true or not." Hechuan shook his head.

Qin He nodded and said, "Based on your story, I only want the body by the pond. The rest is yours."

Hechuan and Xiewei were stunned for a moment, and then joy quickly appeared on their faces.

The remaining demon cultivators were overjoyed and secretly thought it was worth it.

They came here to steal the pendants, storage bags, daggers, jade pendants, etc. hanging on the corpses.

As for the corpse itself, it is of little use.

Even when burning firewood, the smoke is too much.

Qin He only wanted the corpse, which was a very surprising result for them.

"Since senior has said so, we will respectfully obey your orders." Scorpion Tail finally changed his address.

As for whether Qin He is a "senior", it and Hechuan are actually not sure, but they are intimidated and dare not easily become enemies with each other.

Little thief, fellow Taoist, and senior, these three titles fully reveal the first rule of cultivation: the law of the jungle.

If the Qin He lions asked for everything, they would have to test Qin He's strength first.

But Qin He only wants the corpse, then everyone will be happy.

Hechuan was about to ask Qin He for advice on how to retrieve the body, but he saw Qin He took out a recliner from somewhere, lay down on it openly, and even crossed his legs.

He looked like, "You guys are busy, I'm just sitting there waiting to collect the bodies."

So Hechuan swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, exchanged a glance with Scorpion Tail, and continued to command the demon cultivators to collect the corpse.

The spindle treasure shone brightly again, shooting out white silk, dragging the corpse bit by bit, pulling it out, leaving a deep mark on the ground.

The white silk became shorter and shorter, and the corpse was getting closer and closer. The demon cultivators could already clearly see the corpse's withered profile.

Several demon cultivators even cheered.

However, Qin He squinted his eyes and stared at the depths of the dark pool. His intuition told him that there was something very powerful under the water.

There are two sources of murderous intent in the pool of water. One is the remaining array patterns, and the other is the black pool of water.

The former is weak, the latter is strong.

Moreover, there was something obviously wrong with the corpse. It was as heavy as a mountain and was definitely not a light mummy.

"Gululu~"

The next moment, as if to confirm Qin He's intuition, just as the corpse was about to escape from the killing formation, the dark pool of water suddenly surged up, as if it had opened.

At the same time, a murderous intent that was extremely cold and sinister shook the heavens and the earth, like a demon from heaven.

"Oh!"

The spindle treasure could not withstand the pressure and shattered directly, turning into a rain of light and scattering everywhere.

"No, retreat quickly!"

The demon cultivators felt as if they had been dealt a heavy blow. Hechuan and Xiewei were horrified and stepped back with their blood surging. The other demon cultivators groaned, blood spurted out, and they almost crawled backward.

Even Qin He felt like his skin was about to be cut.