Chapter 135: The Mountain Demon and the Corpse God’s Walking Division
Chen Yulou is on top of the coffin.
At this moment, he looks like a duckweed in the wind, rising and falling with the coffin lid.
But it seems as if roots have taken root under my feet, and there is no tendency to collapse at all.
His expression was extremely calm and there was no trace of panic.
"This..."
The Partridge Whistle, who was swooping around not far away, saw this scene, but he broke out in a cold sweat in the palm of his hand holding the mirror umbrella.
Although with Chen Yulou’s ability.
Dealing with the murderous corpse in the coffin should not be a big problem.
But the sound of the nine major towns breaking down one by one was like a bow string urging death, making people feel uneasy.
Bang!
Finally.
The last important road was covered with cracks, like a cracked tea cup that shattered into countless pieces with a bang.
The locks flew open.
It landed on the ground paved with blue bricks and made a crisp sound.
at the same time.
A hand with a long purple tip, like a withered bone... also suddenly stretched out from the gap in the coffin lid.
“Zi Zhi?”
Partridge Whistle’s pupils shrank slightly.
But as soon as the idea came up, he was immediately rejected.
Purple zombie refers to a person who has died not long ago, but the corpse is still dead and has a purple color all over. It is the lowest status among the walking corpses, even inferior to black zombies and white zombies.
This bronze coffin is so amazing.
Except ancient mirrors and important towns.
At this moment, it experienced a violent vibration, and the heavy dust on the coffin dispersed, revealing green copper flowers underneath.
But if you look carefully, you will find that those are not patina, but corpse-suppressing runes engraved in it.
Such a heavy blockade.
You can even imagine it with your toes, it’s definitely not just a purple head.
“Could it be... Ba?”
Thinking of this possibility, Partridge Whistle couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat.
Black and white walking corpses, flying zombies and wandering corpses, copper-skinned iron bones, jade-armored golden bodies, and above them are the demon, jade, and immortal bones.
It is said that Ba is a demon god. Wherever it passes, the red ground will be thousands of miles away. When it dies, it becomes Ba. It can drive divine objects. Foxes can avoid thunder disasters. Wherever they are buried, nothing will grow.
As for the demon, it is said that the corpse is similar to Zi Zhan.
It’s just...
If there is really a demon corpse buried in the bronze coffin, it is no longer dangerous, but a catastrophic disaster.
It would be good to kill and suppress it again. Once it escapes from the Tomb of King Xian, I am afraid that dozens of miles outside Zhelong Mountain and even the entire territory of Yunnan and Vietnam will fall into a catastrophe.
"Brother Chen, be careful, the corpse in the coffin is most likely the legendary demon..."
I thought of this.
How dare Partridge Whistle hesitate even a little bit.
Even if there is only a chance, don’t bet.
Otherwise one wrong step will lead to wrong steps.
The mistakes caused by that time are simply irreparable.
Buzz!
But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a fierce sound that broke through the air.
In the peripheral vision, the cold light was like snow, cutting down from above.
“Dragon scale sword!”
In that cold light, he felt a familiar sword energy.
But it was even more amazing and sharp than the sword that cut through the scales of the python in the valley and lake that day.
Invisible sword intent surged, and suddenly a shadow shaped like a black dragon roared in the air.
The long sword slashed hard on the bone hand.
There was only a clang of metal and stone colliding, even though the five senses were closed in advance.
But when it fell into Partridge Whistle's ears, it still made him feel deafening.
My mind kept buzzing.
“Broken!”
Feeling the strong resistance.
Chen Yulou shouted lowly.
The Qingmu spiritual energy dormant in the sea of qi surged up.
Hundreds of veins flow from the limbs into the sword body.
"Click——"
In an instant.
The bone hand was cut off at the wrist, just like cutting paper.
The wound was extremely smooth.
But the strange thing is... what flows out of it is not blood, but streams of black smoke.
Chen Yulou waved his long sleeve to disperse the smoke.
Then he raised his head and glanced at the partridge whistle not far away with a smile.
“Brother Dao, what did you say?”
"Ba...it's nothing."
After thinking about it, Partridge Whistle still shook his head.
Push this thought out of your mind.
If this was a demon with jade armor and a golden body, this sword would never be able to cut off his hand so cleanly and neatly.
So, what is in the coffin that makes King Xian pay so much attention to it?
Partridge Whistle Head was once again confused.
I feel like I have no clue.
But soon he was attracted by a more terrifying crashing sound.
The demon corpse, which had one of its hands cut off, was obviously completely enraged and banged against the copper coffin outside of it like crazy.
“So urgent?”
Chen Yulou sneered.
Those clear eyes were full of coldness at the moment.
Back then, the high priest calculated the shadow bones of King Xian from his first three lives.
So he worked hard to dig out the three skeletons and send them here.
The first coffin is a demon, the second is a ghost, and the last coffin is a spirit.
One is to conform to the three hells.
In addition, it is also meant to guard Xuan Palace.
Especially the bronze coffin. The corpse was so murderous that it was a murderer before death. After death, it turned into a demon corpse. If thieves come here, they will die if they open the coffin.
What a pity.
What Chen Yulou killed was the monster.
No matter whether you live or die!
Feeling the furious movement inside the coffin, he took a light step forward.
Since you want to come out, then do as you wish.
Boom!
Almost the moment the others left the top of the coffin.
The coffin lid, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, could no longer withstand the violent impact of the storm inside the coffin. It was lifted up and spun several times in mid-air before it fell heavily to the ground.
Inserted diagonally on the stone tile floor.
It stirred up countless smoke and dust.
"Coming..."
Partridge Whistle was shocked.
Ignore the dust blowing in my face.
Looking through the dust and mist, he stared at the open bronze coffin.
Soon, another bone hand clattered and landed on the edge of the coffin.
The strength of that hand is amazing.
There was a strange sizzling sound when the bronze coffin was caught.
After fighting for half his life, this was the first time he saw such strange bones. Even after seeing the hands, Partridge Whistle still couldn't imagine what kind of monster was hidden in the coffin.
Invisible oppression shrouded.
It's almost suffocating.
The temperature in the tomb seemed to be dropping rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
In the blink of an eye.
To him, it seemed like thousands of years ago.
Tick-tock——
Finally, a sound different from that of a bone hand drawing across the coffin wall came out.
Although it was extremely weak, it was like a pair of invisible hands that disrupted the sense of oppression.
Partridge Whistle’s tense mind relaxed.
Subconsciously he breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, he seemed to notice something again, and he suddenly looked up.
I saw... the hand on the edge of the coffin had disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a huge white bone corpse more than two meters high.
No.
It’s not necessarily true that it’s white bones.
By the light of the stroke lantern in your hand.
He clearly saw that there were still pieces of rotten flesh on the gloomy white bones.
You can even see countless maggots squirming back and forth in the carrion.
The dark blood was dripping continuously.
That weird ticking sound just now.
Astonishingly, blood fell into the bronze coffin.
At this moment, the rotten corpse was half sitting up, staring at the two of them sideways.
It’s just...
What a face that is.
Most of the flesh and blood has rotted, and the two holes in the eyes are flickering with fire.
Both eyeballs were hung by a bloody thread that looked like an intestine.
As the rotten corpse stood up, its eyeballs swayed back and forth.
Even though Partridge Whistle personally killed countless Zongzi, but now that he saw the appearance of the rotting corpse, he still couldn't help but feel upset in his stomach.
The thing of rigor mortis.
The reason why it is called stiff.
It’s because the body doesn’t rot even after it dies.
The corpse in front of me has rotten to the point where almost only the bones are left, but it can still move freely.
This simply broke his understanding of rigor mortis.
No wonder there must be a monster when something goes wrong.
This is no ordinary monster. "It's rare to see a monster corpse!"
It is different from Partridge Whistle’s mental state.
Chen Yulou in front looked calm, not panicking at all, and even looked at it carefully with interest.
It was like the rotting flesh and blood, the squirming maggots, and the demonic fire burning in the pupils.
It doesn't work at all on him.
"Zhao?"
Hear this assertion.
Partridge Whistle frowned.
“The ghost is almost like a ghost, and the ghost is no different from the demon.”
“The corpse is the corpse of the mountain monster.”
It is recorded in Sou Shen Zhi that there are giants in the mountains in the fog barrier in the south, with two arms and one leg. They feed on tigers and leopards. After death, their bones will not turn into white, and they will swallow the blood of the mountain people. They are called monsters.
Before, he had actually speculated whether it would be the type that would not turn into bones.
But until now.
He finally understood.
This is clearly the corpse of a monster.
I don’t know where King Xian dug up that old thing and forced it into the coffin.
In other words, this giant bronze coffin was tailor-made for it.
It is two to three meters long.
Even if you are as tall as Kunlun, you can swim in it.
There is another point that he finally understood.
Why is it that out of the three demon coffins, only the heaviest one is hoisted into the air with iron chains?
The same reason is because the Shannai Mountain Monster draws all its strange power from the earth's veins. If it is suspended in the air, it is equivalent to cutting off its vitality.
It is most likely the work of some high priest.
Besides him, Chen Yulou can’t think of anyone else who can do it?
Brush——
See the origin clearly.
Chen Yulou’s last bit of patience completely disappeared.
He is bound to get the ancient Legalist mirror.
So, I can only let you die!
Holding the dragon scale sword in his hand, he took a deep breath, like a whale drinking water. In an instant, a sound of tidal waves came from the body under the blue robe.
Take one step.
The floor tiles beneath me shattered.
"God's way!"
A low shout.
The seventy-two Taoist techniques of earth evil.
Now he has used it more and more purely, almost to the point of proficiency
Only hearing the roar of the sword and the roar of the blood, others seemed to disappear into the tomb chamber out of thin air.
"This..."
The partridge whistle shook the umbrella in his hand.
The expression was full of surprise.
Although I have seen his miraculous light-body kung fu before, this is the first time like this.
If it weren’t for the fact that I could still sense the invisible energy.
He even doubted whether this was the legendary flying escape.
He is still like this.
The demon corpse in the bronze coffin, which had been suppressed for two thousand years and had only just escaped the power of the magic mirror, could not turn around.
Just looked up sharply.
In a pair of bone holes, two fires became more and more astonishing.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a demon crawling out of hell.
Boom!
Just a moment of hesitation.
A shocking sword energy suddenly slashed down from the top of his head.
The figure in green shirt seemed to appear out of thin air. The dragon scale sword in his hand was filled with demonic aura. At first glance, he looked like a big demon and a fierce soldier. However, there was an awe-inspiring righteousness in the sharp sword aura.
The power of the sword reaches the sky, like thunder.
The corpse knew it was inevitable.
There was a roar, and he raised his broken arm in front of him.
The sword energy cuts down like cutting paper.
The bone-white arm split into two instantly.
The sword energy remained unabated and continued to slash down. However, in this short moment, the rotten flesh on the corpse squirmed quickly and piled up on the chest.
As if wearing a layer of iron armor.
The dragon scale sword is the sharpest, even the green scale python armor and dragon scale demon armor cannot withstand it.
But after the sword energy penetrated the flesh and blood.
Chen Yulou felt as if he had punched the soft air with all his strength.
At the same time, a strange force crazily eats away at the sword energy.
Boom!
When the sword energy was exhausted, the rotten flesh had been turned into a pool of dark blood, dripping down the white bones.
It looked like he was seriously injured with a sword.
But there was only a white sword mark left on the white bones.
"Swordsmanship is still not as useful as talismans to deal with such monsters."
Seeing this scene.
Chen Yulou sighed secretly in his heart.
In Chenzhou, western Hunan, there are two thunder altars, which are specially made of cinnabar to deter evil spirits.
The time before returning from Pingshan to Chenjiazhuang.
It was also the experience of fetching the Nu Qing Chicken in Beizhai that made him realize the use of talismans.
In addition to the practice method, Aoki Kung Fu also has the four arts of cultivation.
It’s just that I have been unable to get started.
That's why I sent people to Chenzhou and spent a lot of money to buy a few Chenzhou Talisman, thinking that I might be able to get a glimpse of the way of talismans from them.
Unfortunately, although Chenzhou Lei Tan claims to be a Taoist sect, it is practicing witchcraft.
Just like Guanshan Fengjia, all the things learned in the heavenly books and strange weapons are witchcraft.
However, it was not all without gain. At least after trying those evil-suppressing talismans personally, the effect was indeed amazing. Normal feng shui evil spirits and ghosts could be suppressed with just one talisman.
If I could draw a corpse suppressing talisman now.
Why bother with so much effort?
He has made up his mind that when he goes back this time, he must retreat and study the Tao of Talisman.
A few thoughts flashed through my mind.
The next moment.
Chen Yulou flashed.
In the night above the copper coffin, three figures seemed to appear in an instant, and the dragon scale swords were slashed at the same time.
The sword energy is like a waterfall.
Even with the mirror umbrella in hand and the partridge whistle guarding the tomb door, there is a feeling of being torn apart by the sword energy.
Looking up.
In the black mist that was as thick as ink, sword lights flickered one after another, and the deep cold light seemed to illuminate the tomb as brightly as day.
The corpse didn't even have time to rest for a moment.
Feeling the storm-like offensive, the fire in his eyes flashed, and his heart trembled. He no longer dared to resist, but fled out of the bronze coffin.
With one hand, he grabbed the coffin lid that was leaning on the ground.
It's like holding a big shield.
Protect yourself airtight.
It's a pity that Chen Yulou didn't expect that in order to kill with one blow, he even activated the Qingmu spiritual energy without any reservation, and used the divine movement method to the extreme.
The divine power divides armor.
At this moment, with him as the center, the sword energy was like a waterfall falling outside Lingyun Palace.
Completely shrouding the corpse.
Dong dong dong!
The sword energy swept across.
The bronze coffin lid, which weighed hundreds of kilograms, was not blocked even for a moment, and was instantly cut into countless copper shavings by the sword energy.
The coffin lid was broken.
There is no obstruction outside the corpse.
It was like being in a meat grinder, the invisible sword energy was frantically chipping away at its white bones and corpse armor, like gold cracking through stone, and the numbing sound of bone cracking kept ringing.
In just the blink of an eye.
The two-meter-high corpse was cut into a human stick.
To be precise, it is a bone stick.
Only one leg, a few sternums, and the shaky head on the neck bone were left, as if it would break at any time and fall to the ground.
Chen Yulou fell to the ground.
Standing outside the corpse.
Without even looking, he drew out his sword with his backhand.
The dragon scale sword was glowing with light, and a white line dividing morning and dusk seemed to appear in the dark night, slicing through its neck bone.
Until Chen Yulou put the dragon scale sword back into its scabbard.
The skull crashed to the ground.
Rolling all the way towards the depths of the tomb.
Finally it seemed to hit something and then slowly stopped.
"Gudong——"
Until that "dong" sounded in my ears.
Partridge Whistle's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation, and he swallowed secretly, his eyes full of horror.
Said to let him raid the formation.
In fact, throughout the whole process, he seemed like an outsider.
At this moment, his mind was filled with Chen Yulou's last sword, which was indescribably chic...and fierce.
“Brother Dao, come.”
Still hesitating.
Not far away, Chen Yulou was already holding a long sword, took the ancient Legalist mirror, passed through the remaining two demon coffins, and walked to the door of the inner room.
“What?”
Secretly let out a breath.
Partridge Whistle did not dare to hesitate and quickly chased after him.
Just.
Just walked in.
The light of the wind lamp dispels the darkness in front of you.
What came face to face was a ferocious face covered with black scales and without lips and sharp teeth!
(End of this chapter)