Chapter 873: The Disaster of the Extinction of the Sect
In the main pavilion of Wanbao Pavilion, in a small building with strict security, there is a strong man with vigorous blood like a stream sitting in the center, guarding the treasures that will be put up for auction the next day, including top-grade treasure weapons, elixirs that can prolong life for five years, various rare natural treasures, good outdoor secrets, and a black hand bone placed in a jade box.
This strong man looks to be in his early forties, but the whole person reveals a sense of aging. He wears a scarf, his eyes are closed, and his spirit covers the surrounding area.
And there are masters hiding in the four corners of the small building and in every dark place, forming a double defense of light and dark with the forbidden method flowing with light.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, bringing the biting of midwinter, and the strong man wearing a scarf was moved and opened his eyes.
He subconsciously looked out the window and saw the bright moon hanging high in the sky, the silver light was cold, as cool as autumn water, and dreamy and blurred.
At this moment, the cold moon suddenly turned blood red, weird and hideous!
As soon as the blood moon appeared, the mist filled the air, and the entire small building was quickly wrapped in it, like a fishing boat floating in a storm.
Woo!
The shrill cry sounded, making people shudder. Even the top master felt his body cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and waves of itching came from deep in his skin.
Before he could react, another shrill cry sounded in his ears, and the guards hiding in the dark and the four corners stumbled out one after another, with a thin layer of red hair growing on the surface of their bodies, and their eyes were empty, like ancient corpses.
Crack, a virtual shattering sound was heard, and the top master wearing a turban found that a right hand covered with an inch of long red hair penetrated the forbidden method and reached into the small building.
The blood moon appeared, and the corpses came out. Red-haired ancient zombies? Millennium corpse king?
This top master was quite old and experienced. In a short moment, he realized that the attacking monster was definitely not something he could fight. If he showed his strength, he would be here tonight. He had to escape, and could only escape!
As soon as the thought came to him, he turned around and flew to the back of the small building, trying to escape from the opposite direction.
With a puff, his body stiffened in mid-air, his head lowered, and his eyes saw a hand on his chest, a hand that was not rotten, with ruddy skin, full muscles, but with an inch of red hair.
Its speed was so fast? This top master saw the ancient zombie's hand holding a heart that was still beating vigorously, and felt the life gushing out with the hot blood. His soul was immersed in the cold air, his mind gradually became confused, and his vision began to darken.
Tick-tock, blood fell on the floor, and the nine-foot-tall red-haired corpse king lifted this top master in front of him, opened his mouth, bit it with four fangs, tore it and swallowed it, and feasted on it.
This corpse king was dressed in tatters, with red hair all over his body, surrounded by a faint black mist, with a rotten stench but no signs of ulceration.
As it was biting the blood food frantically, a cloud floated in the air outside the small building. On it stood a weak scholar dressed in men's clothes, with dark eyebrows and big eyes, bright and beautiful, just like Jiang Zhiwei.
She held the White Rainbow Piercing Sun Sword in her left hand, her eyes were pure and her sword heart was as high as the sky, and she calmly watched the changes in the small building.
The corpse king's eyes were dark green, and the corners of his mouth and lips were all stained with blood. In just a few breaths, it ate a top master, and behind it was a skinny man wearing a white pointed hat, who looked more like a zombie than the corpse king. He held a corpse-driving stick and a soul-driving bell in his hands, looking around the small building, looking for the items ordered by the sect master.
There! He saw the black hand bones in the jade box, and felt that its light flowed and responded to his own Dharma image from a distance.
The sect's treasure? When the thought came to his mind, he had already picked up the jade box.
Suddenly, a sword light like a thread pierced through the top of the small building and slashed directly at the disciple of the Life and Death Sect, and it seemed that he was also interested in the black hand bones.
The powerful momentum, spirit and sword intent were perfectly integrated. Before the sword light arrived, the disciples of the Immortal Life and Death Sect seemed to fall into the abyss of ten thousand swords. Their bodies and souls were cut inch by inch, and the pain was abnormal. The unspeakable fear made him dumbfounded. He watched the sword light pierce his forehead, and the past was replayed in his mind, as slow as the leisure of the afternoon.
In the nightmare, a fist appeared in his sight, a fist covered with red hair, and hit the sword light directly.
Dang!
The sword light collapsed, and a figure appeared, flying back a few steps. It was Jiang Zhiwei, who was bright and heroic. Her right hand trembled slightly, and the long sword trembled slightly, and the sound continued. The fist of the corpse king was not damaged at all, with only a little white mark, which was harder than the best treasure weapon!
Hey, the corpse king's body that was refined after death is not much worse than the masters of the same level who practiced hard physical skills! The disciple of the Immortal Life and Death Sect came to his senses and grabbed the black hand bone again, while "commanding" the Corpse King to tear the enemy in front of him. She almost killed him just now, and no matter how beautiful she was, she could not forgive him.
The Corpse King moved forward, and his speed seemed to be able to break through the restraints of the sun. He flashed in front of Jiang Zhiwei in an instant and punched out again without any fancy moves.
Jiang Zhiwei was not surprised or afraid. She slashed with her long sword diagonally, and the sword light was divided into two, two into four, four into eight, and turned into hundreds or thousands of sword lights of no difference in strength. Every four, seven, and nine sword lights were connected into a sword formation, layer by layer, as if the rivers and lakes were surging, and the clear light was surging, which immediately wrapped up the Corpse King's punch.
Dang! The uninterrupted sound of metal clashing rang out, almost without any order, and it was connected into one. The sword light collapsed again, and sword marks several feet deep appeared around. The small building was cut into pieces by the aftermath, and the jade box was also cut into pieces. Only the black hand bone was left moving with the wind, and the disciples of the Immortal Life and Death Sect failed to get what they wanted.
Jiang Zhiwei was knocked back again, her right hand shaking noticeably, as if the aftermath had not yet dissipated, and the Corpse King approached again and punched her.
Dangdangdangdang! Jiang Zhiwei used "Cutting the Future", "Taishang Forgetting Feelings", "Three Questions of the Way of Slashing", and most of the nine killing moves in "Taishang Sword Sutra", but none of them could do anything to the Red Hair Corpse King. All the changes and sword lights were shattered by a punch, and the whole person flew back a few steps. Later, the knuckles of his right hand broke and he could no longer hold the sword.
If the Corpse King's intelligence was not low, and his changes were entirely based on instinct, with only the power in front of him but no corresponding realm and skills to exert his full strength, if Jiang Zhiwei had not worked hard on the left-hand sword and changed hands in time, he might have been killed by the sword long ago.
"Okay! Kill her, kill her!" The disciple of the Life and Death Sect showed a burning look.
The aftermath of the fight caused the black hand bones to churn around, and he had to protect himself first, but he didn't succeed.
At this moment, he heard a light sound of "pu", and a sword light had already pierced into the right fist of the Red Hair Corpse King!
Although the sword light retreated as soon as it touched, the wound was still hideous, revealing the red blood and black tendons inside!
How is it possible? She could actually pierce the corpse king's body? The disciple of the Immortal Life and Death Sect was shocked, and then he realized that in the previous fight, each of her swords seemed to be repelled, but in fact they were all cut in the same place, and they were superimposed again and again, and finally pierced in!
Even though she was at a great disadvantage, she was not at all confused, creating an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.
Jiang Zhiwei changed her body skills, bypassed the corpse king, and grabbed the black hand bone.
Time erosion, water dripping through the stone, just now this was not the nine killer moves, but the embodiment of his own swordsmanship!
After being shocked, the disciple of the Immortal Life and Death Sect woke up. Now is not the time to show off his will. The corpse king may not be able to kill the opponent in a short time, and it seems that he was injured by the opponent. There are many variables. The most important thing now is to take the black hand bone and return to the sect to report!
He did not try to take the black hand bone, but stepped back, rang the bell, and let out a sharp cry.
The red-haired corpse king suddenly made a hoarse sound, retreated, and arrived first, hitting Jiang Zhiwei's sword light, knocking her flying and breaking the sword light into pieces.
However, it did not chase, but pounced on the black hand bone, grasped it in the palm of its hand, then pounced out of the collapsed small building, grabbed the disciples of the Life and Death Sect and fled to the ground.
At this time, many strong men in the state city had heard the news and rushed over. If they were a step later, the formation would be opened, and things would not be so easy.
Jiang Zhiwei's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and blood was flowing from her knuckles, but she looked happy and had a lot of aftertaste for the battle just now.
Looking at the ground from a distance, she did not chase, retreated into the darkness, and disappeared in Wanbao Pavilion.
On a tall building near Wanbao Pavilion, a refined scholar in a wide robe and large sleeves stood quietly by the railing, smiling at the corners of his mouth, leisurely appreciating everything that had happened before. He was wearing a wooden hairpin, and his face was as handsome as a god. It was the "magic master" Han Guang!
"Interesting, interesting." He whispered, and his figure suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
Near Jiangdong Longtai, there are several quiet mountains. It is said that in the late ancient times, the emperor moved here to suppress the floods here.
In a valley in the mountains, a red-haired zombie drilled out of the ground, bringing with it a skinny disciple and a black hand bone.
"I almost lost it." The disciple took the black hand bone and looked at it, cherishing it as if it was lost and found again.
If he got it easily, he might not care so much, but after Jiang Zhiwei's disturbance, he felt that this thing had gone through hardships and was quite difficult to get, so he naturally paid less attention to other things.
He took the black hand bone and the red-haired corpse king, and walked back and forth in the valley with strange steps, and a strange scene appeared.
Originally, the vegetation here was lush, but as the disciples of the Life and Death Sect walked, they suddenly withered, as fast as a curtain was lifted, revealing the things underneath.
The grass and trees withered and grew again, grew and withered again. After seven years, ancient tombs appeared before their eyes. There were no more mountains and trees around them, only bones.
The blood-yellow water waves were rippling around the ancient tomb, as if it was not in this world. The disciple of the Life and Death Sect burned a talisman and reported that he had succeeded.
A strong and cold thought was sent out, sweeping around. The disciple knew that this was to prevent someone from following him, so as not to be followed by a master.
After repeated checks, the blood-yellow water waves slowly cracked a gap.
Just as the disciple of the Life and Death Sect was about to enter, the black hand bone in his palm suddenly moved, turned into an orange-yellow flame, and slashed towards the crack.
Boom!
The knife light was heavy, and the flames spread rapidly, burning the blood-yellow water mist, delaying its closure.
Meng Qi appeared, holding a sword-shaped token in his hand.
He turned himself into the Huangquan hand bone, relying on the legendary aura of the real hand bone to deceive the world, and finally found the nest of the Life and Death Sect!
Now! Meng Qi suddenly activated the token.
In the Sword Washing Pavilion, Su Wuming, dressed in deep green, opened his eyes, the long sword on his knees popped out, the sword light was blazing, and his figure rose high, beyond the ordinary meaning of "high"!
He was hanging in the air, and with one sword he slashed the blood sea mist, shattering the forbidden method that had not yet closed!
Legendary characteristics are everywhere, how can they be discovered by inspection and tracking?
In a city thousands of miles away, Mr. Lu looked up and saw Su Wuming, smiled slightly, raised his long sword, penetrated the void, and walked to the location Su Wuming told him.
And Jiang Zhiwei also smiled, seeing the master standing side by side with Mingyue, and then she flew to where Meng Qi was.
"It is true..." Han Guang stood on the mountain, his figure seemed to be there and not there.
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Inside the Immortal Life Sect, the Grandmaster, who was surrounded by the blood mist, was quite panicked: "Master, what should we do?"
The Mad Blade and the two Dharma Bodies descended, and the formation could not be closed in a hurry, and it was almost completely broken. The disaster of extinction of the sect was imminent!
The voice of the Nether Emperor was low and majestic, revealing a hint of fatigue and determination:
"My Immortal Life Sect is not so easy to destroy. Let's see how much they can bear!"
As soon as the voice fell, the three bronze coffins without tombstones shook violently, the green lamp on the left went out, and the lid opened.
The inside of this coffin was extremely deep, and no situation could be seen, as if it led to another world. Suddenly, a huge head came out, with a cow's head, a donkey's mouth, deer horns and shrimp eyes. It turned out to be a real dragon!
Real dragon!