Chapter 637: A mountain of bones, the sound of the flute
"Roar!" The bones are like a mountain, and in an instant, the roar of the bones of the Yin spirit spreads for hundreds of miles, the bones are like a mountain of corpses, falling, one after another, trampling on the weeds. Come.
Horrifying roars sounded from all directions when the bones and corpses were rising.
Originally, there were only about twenty monks who were attracted by Yingqian's beauty and fell into the trap. Just now, under Ye Shu's plot, only Xun Guan and another fellow monk were left dead. .
And the monks who had scattered all over the underground palace did not allow Feng Ju to have free time to clean them up one by one.
It's just that most of these skulls were summoned and surrounded by the waters of the deep pool outside the underground palace.
In this way, the monks from all walks of life scattered in the underground palace are like sheep being driven over by wild wolves on the grassland.
Amidst the bursts of shrill screams, each wielding their swords came together here.
For a time, the crowd was crowded, and there were as many as a hundred monks fleeing in embarrassment.
When they saw the wave of pale skulls and corpses, they were already panic-stricken and didn't know what to do.
When they were desperate, they happened to see Su Jing and Yin Baishuang. They immediately shouted for help as if they were seeing saviors, and ran towards that direction to join them.
Facing the formation of white bones and corpses, there was no fear on the faces of the two women. They stood with their backs and calmly held their swords to fight.
Bailian swept his sword horizontally, and the sword edge rolled up a thousand waves of air, strangling the several skeletons charging in front of him into flying fragments.
He jumped up and landed next to the confused Lin Zheng. He grabbed his shoulders and stepped lightly on the fire waves. He touched the ground with his left toes and bent his right leg. His whole body seemed to be weightless. Lin Zheng slid backwards and retreated in a straight line.
Narrowly avoiding two ghost claws digging towards Lin Zheng, he saved his life.
Balian returned to his original position, casually threw Lin Zheng into Xun Guan's arms, and said calmly: "Please help me, so that the young prince can clear his mind."
This was said more euphemistically and elegantly, But Xun Guan heard the meaning of his words, and without hesitation, he went up and slapped the young marquis' noble and handsome face hard twice.
The force of the attack did not restrain at all.
In Xun's concern, it was the Lin family's Houfu who raised such a crazy devil as Ye Shu. If he hadn't seduced him step by step, how could they have ended up in such a predicament.
Lin Zheng’s lips and teeth were bleeding and his cheeks were red and swollen with two rounded palms.
Xun Guan said in a slightly sarcastic tone: "The young Marquis knew that Ye Shu was from the Demon Cult and was not a good person, so he kept him in the Marquis Mansion.
Now it has caused a big disaster, The young Marquis himself wants to seek death and life, and we little people can't stop him, but even if he is tricked by others, We have to go round and round, and we have to peel off the skin of that beast before we are willing to accept it. The young Marquis actually has no ambition for revenge. It is really contemptible!"
It's so disrespectful! The lesson finally restored some life to Lin Zheng's dull eyes.
After wiping away the unsatisfactory tears on his face, he stood up without saying a word, pulled out his sword, and coldly looked around at the sea of bones and corpses.
Seeing that the white bone fragments that had just been swept into pieces by Balian's sword were condensing in the wind, Lin Zheng said: "These ghosts can't be killed. If you continue to fight, you will only slowly wear yourself to death." Here, Feng Ju is the one who controls these things. We work together to create a passage and kill the evil head. Naturally, the White Bone Corpse Formation is broken without attacking!"
As expected of a young master from the Hou family, even after experiencing such a big blow, he quickly recovered from his embarrassing mood.
Looking at the battle situation, you can point out the key points at a glance.
No wonder these monks believe that he can lead everyone to escape from this desperate situation.
After hearing this, Feng Ju couldn’t help laughing out loud, and said: "Master Hou is right, kill me, and these corpses will naturally stop, but the premise is that you must really Only if you can break through the defense line of this skeleton formation..."
Boom! ! ! ! !
Before the last word was settled, there seemed to be an extra red-gold sun in the dark underground palace world, and the terrifying sword energy turned into fire and shone across Kyushu like the sun, shooting out in all directions.
In the midst of the scorching red lotus fire, Su Jing’s jade face, which was white and cold reflected by the fire, was cold and beautiful, and her skin was as clear and dazzling as pearls. It was indescribably holy. Violate.
The Zhanqing Sword at her waist rose up in the wind and fell into her hand. As she raised her arm to slash, the power of the Zhanqing Sword swept across the sky, breaking through the weeds and cold corpses along the way.
The majestic sword energy is like an empty mulberry sacred tree walking in the fire. Taking advantage of the wind, it becomes more and more powerful. In no time, thousands of scaly fires are like dragons breaking through the sea, following the waves. The tide of corpses poured in and swallowed up Feng Ju.
Feng Ju’s skeletal face seemed to be melted under the scorching light of the fire. The two clusters of yin fire suddenly swelled with viciousness. He actually smelled death in the power of this sword. Dangerous atmosphere.
He was horrified, he couldn't believe that this was actually a sword that could be struck by a junior in the spiritual realm. Feng Ju retreated hastily, spreading his arms to the left and right, and then quickly closed his palms and struck each other twice.
Under that sword, the sea of bones and corpses separated like a tidal wave, seemed to be controlled by a huge invisible thread, and quickly merged together again. The thick Yin Qi surged, and the sea of bones and corpses separated like a tidal wave. The blazing sword fire was swallowed up and extinguished.
However, before he could take a breather, the wind suddenly picked up, the fields were in chaos, and a cloud of blood-like red clothes floated up.
The long silent wind stirred up the clothes, bringing with it a coolness, adding a touch of emptiness and mist. The white bones were as eye-catching as a bit of red in the mountains.
She stood up with her sword, the cold frost hanging under her feet, and a cold storm rising from the sky rolled up around her.
As she pointed out, the huge Youliu tore the air apart, and the cold wind carrying the silver-white sword light swept across the area. The bones around Feng Ju's body were staggered by the terrifying cold current, and his body quickly condensed into ice.
Soon, countless ice crystals and sharp ice vines grew out of those skeletal bodies, rising from the ground and wrapping around Feng Ju in all directions.
Feng Ju has been exiled here for more than two hundred years and has never known the existence of the three sons of heaven on earth.
Today I saw a junior in the Spirit-bearing Realm who practiced fire spiritual arts with a profound knowledge that was not weaker than that of a monk in the Tribulation Realm. I was extremely horrified.
Just as he was about to concentrate on dealing with the young woman in white clothes, another monster with similar strength and level popped out.
When did geniuses in the world become like bamboo shoots springing up everywhere?
Feng Ju quickly mobilized the formation, stretched out his hands, and the invisible formation energy pulses intertwined in his body, creating a mysterious corpse-removing Yin formation.
The will-o'-the-wisps in the eye sockets of the frozen bones and skeletons burned brightly, and the earth screamed. The yin fire burned everywhere in the blink of an eye, and the frozen thick frost and black ice did not melt, directly in this strange green fire for no reason. Disappeared.
Yin Baishuang's murderous aura spread out like water dripping from a flaming abyss, being swallowed up in an instant.
The swollen Yin Fire was like a mid-stream hitting water, and the waves stopped the flying boat. It crossed the fire a thousand feet high in an instant, and was about to annihilate the red figure in the next moment.
Yin Baishuang's face was solemn, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
This white bone yin fire is a soul-eating fire that manifests itself when the soul is sacrificed in the formation. Whether it is a living person or a spirit ghost, if it touches half a wisp, it is inevitable that a soul will fall into the Nine Netherworld. The tragic end.
Everyone exclaimed, feeling sad and angry at the sacrifice of the genius.
A white stone fell into the fingertips and disappeared into a wisp of smoke.
The red clothes disappeared like smoke, and the next moment, Yin Baishuang landed firmly and steadily beside Bai Lian, her face turned pale.
Seeing that she was fine, the monks couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But then I thought about it. Among them, the two strongest people were unable to break through the bone formation and injure the demon at all. Could it be that they were really going to die here today?
"It's over...everything is over..." Everyone was disheartened, looking at the army of bones that rolled up and swallowed up the yin fire towards them, as if they could only watch the desperate black curtain on their backs. Attacked, huge panic enveloped everyone's heart.
The will-o'-the-wisp in Feng Ju's eye sockets was somewhat extinguished. It was obvious that the two blows had taken a huge toll on him, and his voice became increasingly hoarse and unpleasant:
"After all, they are just a group of people sitting in a well watching the sky. The self-proclaimed Zhengdao boy can only play with the sword and catch a few brats to show off his power
I have been studying this Bone Formation for five hundred years, and there has been no battle in five hundred years. You little guys can't find a way to crack it. "
This devil has the upper hand and is still so rampant. The monks are desperate and still have to bear this evil spirit, and they can't help but feel pain in their Dantian.
Feng Ju's heart is for his nephew Ye Shu. He didn't want to be tied up with this group of people for too long when it came to getting the dragon beads, so he waved his palm gently and said calmly: "Give it to me. ”
Woo~~~~~~
At this moment, a flute sound rose softly, and the sound was like a golden knife cracking silk, clear and clear in the wild.
A weeping vampire bead cuts through the green firelight, like a soul-soothing song, soothing the heart and soul.
The roaring and burning bones and corpses stopped as if they were under a restraining spell.
Feng Ju stiffened up and looked at the blind boy among the crowd in disbelief. The monks who were full of tears and shouted in despair also fell silent along with the group of howling bones and corpses, and looked at Bai Lian with dumbfounded eyes. They were really shocked.
It seems that he did not expect that the young man who was following Su Jing and calling him "Young Master" would be so secretive and capable of controlling this corpse all of a sudden. Mountains and bones.
Lin Zheng was stunned and looked at Bailian intently. He recognized that this was Zhongyou's trick, and couldn't help but be puzzled.
Didn’t I say that Tai Xuanzong had always had deep hatred with the Zhongyou Dynasty, and there was a sea of blood feud?
Why can my disciples secretly learn the art of Zhongyou?
Yin Baishuang had a deep look on her face and her eyes became gloomy.
Among them, only Su Jing remained calm and calm from beginning to end, without any change of expression on his jade face. He quietly glanced at the jade flute in Bailian's hand, and then quickly looked away.
As Bailian's fingers rose and fell, the flute sounded sharply, and even a layman could hear the killing intent in the flute's sound.
The clear instructions made the group of white-white bone corpses stiffen and move. The sound of the flute was like the spring breeze turning into silk. Countless invisible silk threads lifted the group of white-bone corpses and turned them around.
A moment ago, the ghost that was threatening everyone's lives suddenly became a weapon in his hand to fight back. The situation of the battle turned around, and everyone cheered.
Feng Ju Ghost's eyes were gloomy, and he slapped his shoulders twice with both palms, trying to remove the yin fire from the corpse, but found that under the interference of the flute, these bones no longer listened to his orders. .
He roared angrily, as if he had been greatly humiliated. His eyes were determined, and his fingers were like hooks, and he dug hard at his chest!
He dug out a red sternum and suddenly crushed it into pieces.
He raised the red bone powder, raised his hands to form seals, and the powdery ashes flew into the brow of the corpse like tiny red midges.
The ashes he crushed were limited, and he could only recall half of the corpses to control. With the two facing each other, it would be difficult for the crushed bones to return to their original shape.
For a moment, the sound of bone-shaking explosions resounded throughout the underground palace.
It was not easy for Feng Ju to raise these corpses, and he was heartbroken.
Looking at the young man playing the flute to control thousands of corpses again, I realized that I had underestimated his deception ability. I knew that if it dragged on any longer, his bones and corpses would all be revealed here.
He gritted his teeth, put his fingers between his eyebrows, and drew out a burst of his soul power, spreading it over the entire battlefield.
The opposing skeletons have undergone great changes again. They no longer continue to attack, but form an absolute defensive trend.
The arm bones were connected and the heads were connected. Under the rumbling sound, it turned into a huge wall of bones, surrounding everyone in all directions.
"Broken!" As Feng Ju shouted violently, the remaining souls between the brows of the bones that had turned into the city wall all burst into light and suddenly self-destructed.
The blast blew up all the skeletons controlled by Balian and turned them into a cloud of white ashes.
The fierce battle temporarily fell into an eerie calm.
Feng Ju seemed to have exhausted his means and stopped attacking.
But the people in the Bone Wall cannot leave.
Bailian put the piccolo away and his body swayed. Excessive consumption of spiritual power made it difficult to suppress the peacock feather poison in his body.
For a moment, my heart and lungs were on fire, and my eyes were so painful that I could hardly stand and fell backward.
Yin Baishuang's face, who had been watching Bai Lian's condition, changed slightly. He was about to make a move, but he didn't know what he thought of. His face was gloomy, and he lowered his clenched fists and remained motionless.
Su Jing was the quickest to respond. He moved over lightly with Lianbu, without any help or support. He just stood quietly behind Bailian, holding his sword on the ground and standing quietly with his back to him.
The slender and soft shoulders firmly rested against his cold, hard and thin back. The movements were smooth and natural, and the picture was quiet and harmonious.
Xun Guan was startled by his appearance, fearing that he might die suddenly, so he hurriedly asked: "Master Si Chen, are you okay?"
Bai Lian calmed down for a while, pinched the swollen and painful eyebrows, and waved his hands: "It doesn't matter."
Trapped here , what should we do next? We can’t let Ye Shu really take the dragon ball and return home happily, right?” His meridians are gone.
Bailian tasted the power of the peacock feather poison again, and his limbs felt as if they were being torn to pieces.
He bit the root, without showing the pain between his eyebrows, and said calmly and seriously: "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We must break through and leave as soon as possible."
The monk who had been fighting hard for many days without rest said: "Master, your flute is so powerful. I don't think the monster outside will dare to attack for a while. Why don't we take a rest here first and replenish our strength before fighting again? I really I’m so tired.”
“No,” Bailian said firmly. "Feng Ju's original intention was to kill us rather than trap us. He did not trap us here just to sit and watch us adjust our cultivation. We must leave immediately!"
Most of the monks couldn't listen. They had personally experienced the outside world. After all kinds of dangers and taking many risks, I was already exhausted mentally and physically and didn't want to continue fighting hard.
Human beings are not like ghosts, and their bodies are not made of iron. They are very tired, their bodies need to rest, and their tense emotions need to be relaxed.
Even in the slave camp, there is no reason for them to fight continuously all night long.
"Master Sichen, look at you, you can't even stand still. Why don't you listen to my advice and take a rest before fighting?"
This group of people cherish their lives very much and are unwilling to continue fighting hard no matter what. .
Besides, they clearly saw clearly that the bones and corpses built into the wall were sacrificed to build this defensive bone array at the expense of the last remaining soul between their brows.
Since it is a defensive formation, it naturally has no killing power.
Although they can't speak out, they can't bring in the evil outside. In this dangerous underground palace, there is no safer place than here.
Besides, they have a large number of people and are powerful, and there is only one demon outside. So why not adjust the state to the peak and perfect period, gather up strength for a fight, and why worry about not being able to kill this monster?
Everyone sat down cross-legged to meditate and adjust their breath. What's more, they even took out food to grill and fill their stomachs.
Lin Zheng felt extremely helpless. If he had no choice, he would definitely not choose to cooperate with these monks who would do anything to survive.
He looked at Bailian helplessly. Unknowingly, he, who was always good at intelligence, actually left all his ideas to Bailian to decide: "Master Sichen, they can't be controlled. , how about the four of us work together How about trying to break through?"
Bailian leaned on the soft shoulders behind him and slowly slid down to sit in the weeds. He slid down weakly, and the body of the man behind him also slowly followed. Squat down to be at shoulder level with him.
"There is no need to over-expend your spiritual power." Balian shook his head and refused, feeling that this suggestion was stupid.
The monks sitting here together now seem harmless, but in fact they have their own thoughts.
It seems that he is extremely tired and wants to rest, but in fact he is eager for others to help break the siege so that he can preserve his strength.
In this way, the siege is broken. If Bailian still has some strength left, they can work together to fight.
But if Bailian and others are exhausted and have been resting without fighting, they still have enough strength to escape in time when the situation is disadvantageous.
Although Balian has a pure and kind nature, he does not want to be used as a weapon for others.
Although he was certain that Feng Ju must have left a back-up to deal with them when he trapped them here, but Bailian felt that even so, it would be difficult to kill him and Su Jing Yin Baishuang.
The real danger is this group of monks who are resting comfortably.
He kindly reminded them that fighting together can solve the deadlock.
But they didn't listen and were still playing tricks with him. Naturally, there was no need for Balian to waste his energy on talking to them.
(End of this chapter)