Chapter 93 The Dead Returns
The wonderful illusion deceived people for too long, and finally deceived himself, so that he forgot that he had already reached his twilight age.
"No! This is not me! You lied to me! Of course my good disciple will choose me! Of course it's me!" Wen Yu's whole body has fallen into a state of collapse, sometimes crying and sometimes laughing. .
Looking at Wen Yu like this, Balian already knew that he had shattered all the delusions and attachments in his heart.
He looked down at Wen Yu from a distance, his eyes so calm that they were almost cold: "Good and evil have their consequences. Sure enough... lying on the ground and living a life is more suitable for you."
His crazy and collapsed eyes met Bailian's absolutely calm eyes, and he was suddenly shocked.
As if through thousands of rivers and mountains and hundreds of years, he saw a familiar shadow, and his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
As if he saw something that absolutely could not exist in the world, he lost control and shouted: "It's you! It's you! You're not Si Chen! You are..."
Bailian His eyes suddenly narrowed deeply, and when he was about to hear the second half of the sentence...
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
He was interrupted by the desperate roar coming from Huang Kang in the upper river.
The sound was sad and helpless, just like the unwilling roar of a wild animal on the verge of death.
The roar resounded through the mountains and forests, spreading very far and disappearing very quickly.
Wen Yu was suddenly stunned, and the last glimmer of hope in his eyes was completely shattered.
Lin Yuan watched Bailian exhale in confusion, and saw him rubbing his forehead, but he took out a three-meter-wide coffin board from the jade.
There was also a pattern of the mythical beast Suzaku in the color of dark gold and fire on the board. He held the coffin board in his hand and whispered slowly: "It's coming..."
Lin Yuan didn't understand at all: "What? "
"The demon tide!"
Once Huang Kang dies, the demon-controlling wind chime in his hand no longer has the blessing of spiritual power. Naturally, the demon tide in this area will soon get out of control.
“Ho ho ho ho!!!”
As if to confirm what Balian said, the wave of demons that were just wandering in a stalemate instantly lost control, smelling blood and life, and surrounded the three people in the center.
Wen Yu, who was lying on the ground unable to move, was instantly torn and swallowed by the monsters.
Bailian uses the coffin as a shield. Since the coffin board can block the catastrophe of the Yuanli Sword, the natural defense is also extremely difficult to break through.
Just as he was about to resist the demonic tide with the Qi Yu Shui Shui Sword, his left hand that controlled the coffin board suddenly felt moist and cold.
Looking strangely, Lin Yuan covered her lips with both hands, looking ahead in disbelief with her blue eyes full of tears.
"Roar!!!" A roar shook the sky and the earth, and it instantly covered up the crazy voice of the demon tide.
What followed was the sound of flesh being torn apart.
Bailian's eyes trembled slightly, and he followed Lin Yuan's sad and shocking gaze, and suddenly something exploded under his chest.
He looked in shock at the figures among the monsters who were killing more crazily than the monsters.
The whole body was wrapped in a thick ominous aura, like the most primitive beast tearing the incoming monster beast into pieces of flesh and blood.
The golden brocade robe had already been stained red by the dirty demon blood. It was clear that the head hanging around the neck was about to collapse under the bite of the demon beast, but it was only supported by the black suture between the neck.
The gray nails broke through one monster after another. As if he never knew how tired he was, he stubbornly and clumsily guarded Lin Yuan and Bai Lian.
His backside was not stained by any blood, as if it was an insurmountable forbidden area for these monsters.
Unable to speak, he could only roar like a ghost.
Bailian felt a turmoil in his heart, and read out the person's name in a hoarse voice: "Lin... Guiyuan."
.........
Meng Zifei squeezed out all the potential power in his body in a very short period of time, transferred all his spiritual power to his legs, and shuttled through the mountains and forests, with a broken body. Shadows keep coming.
Finally, he stopped in a valley and looked at the man standing on the lake in the valley, playing chess alone.
The man is using the water curtain as a plate and the stream rocks as his sons.
Playing chess alone and leisurely, as if all the cruel deeds that happened in the mountains had nothing to do with him.
I saw him raising his fingers slightly, his behavior indescribably free and carefree.
A round stone from the bottom of the lake jumped out of the water with a whooshing sound, and rubbed gently between the man's fingers, as if he was considering where to move next.
Meng Zifei’s muscles tensed up and he looked at the person in front of him gloomily.
I saw him covered in a deep purple robe, and his figure was as tall and slender as bamboo.
It has the shape of a man, but its face is covered with a metal ghost face, and its specific appearance cannot be seen clearly.
But Meng Zifei was very sure that the chess game in front of the man was an important technique for controlling the two puppets of Yang Zhao and Huang Kang.
As long as they are destroyed...there is nothing to fear from those two people!
"You can't destroy it."
The faint and clear man's voice came from under the ghost mask. His tone was indescribably gentle and confident, but it could make people feel a kind of feeling all over their body. Shenghan sees through people's feelings.
But this chic, indifferent, and strategizing demeanor could only last for a moment.
Two chess pieces on the water curtain chessboard in front of him suddenly exploded, and a powerful force spread out of control at the moment of the explosion.
The boom shook the entire water curtain and turned into pitter-pattering water beads, splashing into the lake.
The man in purple robe throws the clip while maintaining a cool and unrestrained movement.
But Meng Zifei clearly captured that his fingers stiffened for a moment when the water curtain dispersed.
He had just confidently said that no one could ruin the chess game he had laid out, but as soon as he finished speaking, the chessboard collapsed in a very humiliating way.
Meng Zifei looked at the purple-robed man standing on the lake with a nervous and amused look, and wanted to ask this guy if he was embarrassed.
"Huh? I underestimated that brat, he was able to destroy my two puppets so completely."
The purple-robed man's tone did not change at all, even in his magnetic voice. With a slightly unclear smile.
But the stone at his fingertips turned into gray powder inadvertently.
He rubbed his fingertips carefully, and a pair of clear eyes under the ghost mask turned towards Meng Zifei.
With a calm aura and no hostility, he nodded slightly and said with a hint of realization: "Ah...it turns out to be Mr. Meng from Guangmeng City."
Meng Zifei's pupils shrank violently. , his monastic life spanned more than two hundred years.
The old friend in the mortal world has passed away long ago. He has long given up his family fortune and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the path of cultivation.
Even though he has a wide range of connections over the years, there are very few people who really know that he is from Guangmeng City!
How could he, a master of the Demon Sect, pay so much attention to a small person like him?
"Who...are you?"
"As you can see, a member of the Demon Sect." A low laugh came from under the mask: "Mr. Meng, there is no need to be so nervous. , I won’t kill you, because you are very interesting and I am very interested in you. It would be a pity to kill you.”
Some readers said that the villain in this book actually lowers IQ. Even though they are cannon fodder, the villains in this book will also have flesh and blood and struggle to survive.
(End of this chapter)