Chapter 531: Collecting Souls
"I can't wait for when I will turn against the old guy. This tattered body has reached its limit."
The old ghost who turned into Xu Yi's ghost had just entered Zhou Shirong's body, so he couldn't wait to urge him.
"Just in these few days, there won't be a long delay. Don't worry, I will return the Yin Corpse to you no matter what happens or not."
Xu Yi, who was dressed in green clothes, sat cross-legged. At this moment, he was on the top of Goshawk Cliff hundreds of meters away from the martial arts arena.
Xu Yi, who had achieved the fifth round of the Undefeated Golden Body, naturally did not die so easily.
It was originally the result of his careful planning to meet the domineering attack of the god of war, the dragon halberd.
On the one hand, he wished to take this opportunity and make use of it again, so that Ming Shenzong, Venerable Purgatory and others, and the arrogant and domineering God of War Ce would fight endlessly.
Both, he really wanted to test the limit of this body's ability to fight against blows. The pure evil spirit could no longer cause him a devastating blow. The dark red dragon drilled out of the dragon halberd was obviously more powerful than the evil spirit's attack. When he encountered it, he naturally had to try it.
The result of the attempt barely satisfied him. Although the injuries caused were heavy, they were far from fatal.
As for falling off the cliff, it was naturally the fuse he laid, and the ghost writing that attracted Zhou Shirong's performance was the torch that ignited the fuse.
At this moment, he was sitting on the opposite cliff, watching the world-shattering and tragic fight in the martial arts arena from a distance, he was so happy, and he showed a rare kindness towards Zhou Shirong.
"Is this true?"
Zhou Shirong only felt that the sky, which had been gloomy for a long time, finally showed the meaning of blooming a little light.
"What use do I need a corpse? What use do I need you?"
Xu Yi's gaze left the battlefield, and shifted to the red seven evil spirit monument that was as red as blood.
Six of the seven weird characters for "kill" are glowing, and the last character for "kill" is also lighting up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhou Shirong was very satisfied with Xu Yi's answer. It is true that the Yin Corpse has no effect on Xu Yi. Its only function is to contain himself. So far, he has seen clearly that the Yin Corpse has no effect on Xu Yi.
After dealing with Zhou Daogan, why would he need to pretend to be Zhou Shirong again? With the current skills of the little thief, he really didn't need to be the killer himself.
You don't need your own help, so naturally you don't need to control yourself, and you don't need to control yourself, so why keep a corpse and provoke yourself to peep.
After figuring this out, Zhou Shirong was completely at ease.
"Nothing else, you go first."
The last word "kill" is about to be completed. According to that Mr. Su, the immortal martial arts is about to begin. Xu Yi has no kung fu to talk nonsense with Zhou Shirong.
After Zhou Shirong left, Xu Yi invaded the Sumeru Ring with his thoughts, and was planning to call out the Realm of Birth and Death to welcome the imminent immortal martial arts performance, when he first sensed a slight tremor from the mourning stick, and the Blood River Flag was flying around in space.
With a thought, Xu Yi called out the Blood River Banner. Unexpectedly, the flag was held in his hand, and a terrifying suction force almost pulled the Blood River Banner out of his hand.
Xu Yi activated the Bali Jue, and the power of nine bulls was instantly generated, barely resisting this extremely powerful suction.
Immediately, the eye sockets became hot, and thick black mist gathered from all directions, frantically rushing towards the Blood River Banner.
As soon as he thought about it, Xu Yi immediately understood that the black mist coming from the suicide arena was the ghosts of countless death candidates.
On the fighting arena, there are corpses piled up like mountains, and there are so many strong ghosts, no wonder the blood river flag and the mourning stick have to react.
Compared with the mourning stick, Xuehe Banner's desire to devour ghosts is undoubtedly stronger.
Endless black mist surged towards the Blood River Banner, immediately forming a terrifying vortex centered on the Blood River Banner.
The crimson flag became more and more cold and permeating. As the devouring progressed, the color changed from red to dark. Gradually, fine lines formed on the surface of the flag.
At this moment, there was a soft chant from the Seven Evil Soul Monument, and the last word "Kill" was all lit up.
Xu Yi was very anxious, and at that moment, he quickly called out another dragon-binding rope from the Sumeru Ring, tied it tightly to the handle of the flag, and tied it firmly to his arm.
Pushing hard with both feet, pits gradually appeared under the feet, and squeezed into them bit by bit. In the end, the two long legs almost completely sank into the rock.
Letting go of the flag handle, a strong pulling force came from his arm immediately, thanks to half of his body embedded in the rock, he was able to resist this strong pulling force.
Barely stabilizing the Blood River Banner, Xu Yi hastily summoned the Birth and Extinction Realm, and cast his gaze on the Seven Evil Soul Monument. The Soul Monument suddenly lit up, the crimson red disappeared, and the Seven Killers were all gone, as if it had turned into a pure white and flawless jade jade.
Every move, movement and stillness are harmonious, not magical, but completely natural, staring for a long time, gradually the line of sight is drawn by the sword point, the spirit platform is hot, and the scene in front of me is repeated again.
The sun in the sky was emitting a pale light, and the weeping willows on both sides of the road were also burnt yellow by the prolonged scorching heat.
A young man in ragged clothes was pulling an old cart. The cart was full of compacted coals, weighing at least two thousand catties.
The wide leather belt, which had been worn to the point of rough edges, was bundled into a thin strand by the huge pulling force, and it was deeply drawn into the shoulders, almost embedded in the flesh.
The young man's thin face was so red that it was black, and there was not a trace of sweat. It was not that the sweat could not seep out, but it just leaked out. It was immediately scorched by the scorching sun, and there was no trace of it.
Thin legs that are as solid as iron blocks, every time they step on the ground, thick and ferocious veins emerge.
Like an old ox supporting Mount Tai, step by step, against the stove-like sun, it is difficult to advance on the smoky road.
When the eyes turned yellow, the flames were faintly reflected. Subconsciously, the young man knew that he had arrived at his destination, and the tension in his heart suddenly relaxed.
The moment the belt came off the flesh, it was like peeling off a piece of scalp, and the pain was so painful that the young man's consciousness, which was about to be hazy, became clear immediately.
"The younger generation of the old Xu's family, hurry up and rest your feet, the **** dog days can burn people to death.
Under the shade of the thick old locust trees, the old man Zhang, who was burning the kiln, yelled weakly. The scorching weather made the skinny old man unable to stand it anymore.
The young man staggered and moved under the tree, and finally fell to the ground, almost falling down.
The old man Zhang grabbed it, found an old yellow gourd from nowhere, and quickly stuffed the mouth of the gourd into the young man's mouth.
The cold salt water soaked between the lips and teeth, and the young man was so comfortable that his soul almost went out of his body.
Looking at the young man's black face that was almost smoking, the old man Zhang held back his distress and took an extra sip of salt water before putting away the gourd.