Chapter 300: The Fierceness of the Evil Spirit Body and the Long Whip
“How could it be?”
‘See’ this scene.
Chen Yulou’s eyebrows jumped heavily.
His sword can kill big snakes, kill dragons, suppress evil spirits, and destroy mirages.
Especially after being cultivated in Lu Zu's Jie Sword Stone, the sword's will was as bright as a rainbow. Even a great demon like Zhou Jiao, who had practiced for thousands of years and had reached the stage of walking into the water, could not withstand the power of a sword.
A dark shadow hiding in the mist.
Still unscathed.
How is this possible?
“Brother Chen?”
"What is it?"
Listen to his low murmur.
Partridge Whistle’s face was extremely solemn.
The moment when the sword struck down just now.
He only felt that the mighty power of heaven was coming, and he could not suppress the fear and trembling in his heart.
Wherever the sword energy passed through, you suddenly felt like you were in a sword house.
It seems that the whole person will be divided into countless parts in the next moment.
But listening to his tone, there was a bit of shock in the hesitation, it seemed that the sword did not succeed.
“Nothing.”
Chen Yulou shook his head.
The black shadow was so weird that even he found it troublesome.
The Partridge Sentinels were still blindfolded by black scarves, so they naturally lost their advantage and were placed in a weak position. It was difficult to achieve anything against such an opponent.
"Brother Chen, Yang will raid the formation for you..."
There has been such a big commotion.
He said nothing happened.
It's obviously just to fool children.
However, based on his understanding of Chen Yulou, the more this happens, the more terrifying this opponent is.
Maybe some of them are not even qualified to end the game.
But the sentence is not over yet.
Chen Yulou's calm voice sounded in his ears.
"Brother Taoist, if you go forward more than ten steps, you can pass through the tunnel. You can take Kunlun and the others there first."
"I can handle it here for the time being."
" This..."
Hearing this, Partridge Whistle confirmed that what he expected was correct.
But leaving Chen Yulou alone in the mountain of swords is really not something he can do.
"Let's go!"
"The terrain here is too narrow. It will be difficult to take action if you stay."
Seeing his hesitation.
Chen Yulou frowned even more tightly.
Now is not the time to be humble.
As his spiritual consciousness swept over it, the black shadow in the darkness became more and more astonishing, constantly changing its shape. It was almost human-like before, but now at first glance, it looks like a monster that has awakened from ancient times.
“Okay!”
Partridge Whistle is also a decisive person.
When I heard this at this moment, I didn’t hesitate anymore. I jumped up and immediately changed from the rear to the front.
Kunlun, Yang Fang and the old foreigner.
Although the eyes and ears are closed.
But that sword energy just now was so terrifying.
At this moment, they also vaguely understood something. Apparently something dangerous happened in the tunnel that they could not detect.
Kunlun's face was full of anxiety. Based on his understanding of the shopkeeper, he would definitely choose to go into danger alone.
“Go first.”
"We're waiting outside."
"Can you still trust me as the shopkeeper?"
Although he didn't speak, the anxiety, hesitation and resistance on his face said everything. What's more, he has been with him for many years, so how could Chen Yulou not understand Kunlun.
Transmission of messages through spiritual consciousness.
Soothed him softly.
"Besides, when have you ever seen me really put myself in danger?"
"It's just an evil spirit. No matter what, I can get away with my whole body."
Listen to the shopkeeper of sound transmission.
Kunlun couldn't help but feel uncertain.
The shopkeeper has made it very clear that if he cannot see or hear, forcing him to stay will indeed become a burden.
"Yes, from the shopkeeper."
Muttered silently.
Kunlun no longer persisted, following the figures of the three people in front of him, and hurried out of the tunnel.
More than ten steps, almost in the blink of an eye.
A sinister but not biting wind rushed towards his face. Partridge Whistle, who was walking at the front, understood immediately and pulled off the black scarf in front of his eyes.
The wind lamp in my hand had been extinguished at some point.
It was pitch black all around.
I can’t see my fingers.
He subconsciously took out the fire sickle, made a staggered stroke, and with a stabbing sound, a flame ignited and reached into the lantern with the glass wind cover removed.
It turned out to be shaking all the way.
The wick fell to the bottom.
Picked it up and put it in the copper lamp. When it was soaked in tung oil, the firelight passed by and the light came on again.
With the flickering firelight, Partridge Whistle raised his eyes and saw that behind him was the Thunder Mountain that he had just passed through. It had returned to its original state, with wisps of dim fluorescence flowing past from time to time.
There is a stone cave at the bottom of the mountain.
There is no door frame.
The winding tunnel is narrow and long, and it is shrouded in a thick layer of fog. When the light shines through, it is impossible to penetrate, and even the white fog is dyed with a layer of yellow halo.
Listen attentively for a moment.
There was a deathly silence inside the cave.
It seems... there is no breath of life.
But Chen Yulou was clearly still among them. Although he didn't know what exactly happened, it was obviously not an ordinary thing that could make him draw his sword without hesitation.
"Senior brother?"
"Are we walking out?"
Just as he was hesitating whether to go in or wait, an old foreigner's voice suddenly came from behind him.
Apparently the sudden stagnation made him think.
Collect the Qi and blood and release the ear orifices.
The Partridge Whistle, who came back to his senses, nodded, "You can now take off the black scarf."
The old foreigner had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and he immediately reached out and pulled it without any hesitation.
Just walking in the dark for too long.
Suddenly seeing the light again.
Even if it was just a wind lantern, the light was unexpectedly dazzling, and it took a moment for him to recover.
During this time, Kunlun and Yang Fang also removed the black cloth covering their eyes.
"Huh? Where is Shopkeeper Chen?"
Scanning around and seeing that Chen Yulou was nowhere to be seen, Yang Fang couldn't help but ask before he could breathe a sigh of relief.
Hear this.
Old foreigners realize only later.
All he wanted to do was to verify whether there was really a ghost cave behind Thunder Mountain.
After adapting to the alternation of light and darkness, my attention fell on all directions.
“Still inside.”
Partridge Whistle responded simply.
After that, his eyes continued to focus on the tunnel.
After hearing this, except for Kunlun, who had already known about it, the two of them suddenly sank to the bottom of their hearts.
“Is it the sword from before?”
The old foreigner was thoughtful.
Although their ears and eyes were closed before, they still felt something when the sword struck.
Hear this.
How could Yang Fang not understand the seriousness of the matter.
For so long, he has seen Chen Yulou take action countless times, but only once with a sword.
It’s still the same mother snake from before.
So, the invisible danger in the tunnel is at least on the level of a snake mother?
Thinking of this, an indescribable solemn atmosphere lingered in everyone's hearts.
"Wait...the fog is moving."
Yang Fang was still sharp-eyed.
Pointing at the thick fog deep in the tunnel, he suddenly said.
A few people were refreshed and looked at each other subconsciously.
The mist, like cumulus clouds, indeed began to flow slowly.
What does this mean?
How can several old Jianghu people not understand.
This means that Chen Yulou, who stayed behind, has already started fighting with the unknown existence.
Brush——
Slowly pull out the dragon scale sword.
Chen Yulou's face was calm. Most of his eyebrows were covered by black cloth, but there was a strong murderous intent floating in the center of his eyebrows.
After such a long stalemate, the black shadow never moved. Through the induction of his spiritual sense, he had seen several people leave the tunnel safely, and his last bit of patience was finally exhausted.
Since the other party doesn’t move.
Chen Yulou naturally would not continue to wait like this.
A flick of the wrist.
The dragon scale sword slashed out of thin air.
There was only a sound of piercing the air, and the sword light shaped like the blazing sun cut through the fog and went straight towards the black shadow.
The dense fog was almost solid.
Just like the thawed river in early spring, it begins to flow slowly.
With this sword, Chen Yulou was no longer the previous temptation. He had almost no reservations. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and at the same time, it contained a belief that he would kill.
Don’t talk about an evil spirit.
It is the snake god who is close to each other.
This sword must also cause it to suffer a little.
Sure enough.
It was almost the moment when the sword energy burst out of the air.
The black shadow finally reacted. In a flash, it collapsed from an ancient giant beast into a long and strange shadow.
Looks like a black snake hiding in the mist.
But even so.
Still a step too slow.
The lightning-fast sword energy came in an instant as if it tore apart the space.
Slashed through the snake-shaped black shadow.
Same as before, the shadow instantly shattered into countless pieces, but this time it did not reappear out of thin air in the blink of an eye like before. Instead, it flowed with difficulty in the white mist like spilled ink.
The sword energy is constantly consumed.
So much so that the ink cannot be fused.
A shrill, invisible scream rang in his ears.
Chen Yulou couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.
He thought that ghost thing was really immortal, but it turned out... that it also knew pain.
Brush——
Thoughts together.
Chen Yulou raised his sword and swung it several times.
In an instant, more than a dozen sword lights swept out, and the speed of the mist flowing was even more astonishing, as if it was not an underground tunnel, but the top of a mountain cliff.
Danger came, and the evil spirit screamed, not even caring about the pain, and forced a pool of evil spirits to quickly gather into a ball.
At the same time.
I don’t see it moving.
A huge boulder suddenly appeared out of thin air in the tunnel.
The sword energy swept across, and the crisp ding-dong sound was heard all of a sudden.
"It is indeed you."
"The evil god Mahakala, it seems that is not a rumor."
There is a record of it in King Gesar's poems, It's just that it's too ancient, and there are too many demons and evil spirits in it, so it's hard for future generations to understand, and they just think it's just a rumor.
But now...
See with your own eyes the huge boulder lying across the tunnel.
How could Chen Yulou not understand yet.
Dahkala, the evil god who controls minerals.
Only it has such a strange ability.
The sword energy continued to cross the boulder, and small cracks appeared and spread to the surroundings. Finally, with a loud bang, the boulder fell apart and turned into a pile of powder.
And all this.
It seemed like a long time passed.
In fact, it only takes an instant.
The shadow of the evil god was clearly stunned for a moment. Feeling the sword energy coming through the air again without losing any momentum, it suddenly let out a sharp roar and plunged into the stone wall next to it.
spirit body.
Chen Yulou has seen it several times.
But this is the first time to fight.
This thing is tangible and intangible, and cannot be killed by ordinary means.
Using sword energy can only continuously consume its evil spirit energy and weaken it. If you really want to kill it, you must use thunder means.
But it's enough for now.
Dong dong dong——
As soon as the black shadow touched the cliff, the rock, which was clearly as hard as iron, seemed to turn into a puddle of water in an instant, allowing it to blend into it. .
However.
Even if you avoid most of them.
There were still several sword energy passing by.
Invisible screams came from inside the mountain.
"Broken!"
Seeing that it was hiding in Thunder Mountain, it seemed that there was nothing that could be done about it, but Chen Yulou had no worries on his face and just opened his mouth and softly uttered one word.
In an instant.
The sword energy remaining in the evil spirit's body was exploded.
There was only a loud sound like thunder, and the spirit body that had just merged into the Thunder Mountain was forced out again.
And in Chen Yulou’s ‘sight’.
The white cliff looks like a broken ink bottle.
The dark, viscous, disgusting black liquid splashed out from the gaps in the cliff and spilled all over the ground.
But...
Even so.
The evil god is still not dead.
A pool of ink on the ground flowed slowly, and after a while, it actually merged into a ball again.
Seeing this situation, even though Chen Yulou was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by this scene.
He is worthy of being called a god.
It’s just hard to kill!
If it were a big demon, under such sword energy, it would have been dismantled and boned, and turned into a powerful medicine of essence and blood.
However.
As long as it can be hurt, it will definitely die.
The evil spirit body is not at the level of the Eight Ancient Gods.
Otherwise, Chen Yulou, an ancient god who is still at his peak, would have escaped long ago, let alone taking action. If he stayed, it would be disrespectful to his life and death.
Zheng!
Seeing that the strange ink-like spirit bodies on the ground were about to merge into one.
Chen Yulou did not continue to take action.
He even inserted the dragon scale sword into the scabbard.
What appeared in his hand was a soft whip about two to three meters long.
Wrapped with several turns of gold wire.
About the thickness of a baby’s arm.
The dark gold luster flows throughout the body, exuding an ancient and profound atmosphere.
Astonishingly, it was the ghost-killing whip that Zhou Jiao had given him at the foot of Fuxian Lake.
Although there is only one word difference between it and the magic whip in Yang Fang's hand, their origins are completely different.
According to Zhou Jiao.
This whip is the ancient Nuo weapon of the ancient Dian Kingdom.
But Yang Fang’s one is a pure Taoist treasure.
One yin and one yang.
One evil and one good.
The only thing that is the same is that both whips are engraved with numerous talismans and scriptures.
The Divine Whip suppresses corpse disasters, but the Ghost Whip with thirteen clouds and heavenly writings on it can actually kill demons, subjugate demons, and suppress evil spirits.
The hand was shaken.
The ghost-fighting whip that was originally rolled into a ball stretched out instantly.
And the black shadow on the ground was like seeing the most terrifying existence in the world, and the screams were endless.
Reaction to it.
Chen Yulou was not surprised.
That day in Longtan Mountain, it was the first time that he used the ghost-beating whip. Even Luofu, who was born with a phoenix species, could only catch him without any help.
There is no escape.
There is no way to avoid it.
Not to mention a seriously injured evil god.
The speed of the black liquid fusion is even more astonishing. It merges into one body almost in the blink of an eye, and then plunges desperately into the stone wall of the tunnel.
“At this time, you still want to escape?”
"It's too little to put Chen in your eyes."
Seeing this, Chen Yulou's eyes became even colder and he shouted coldly.
While talking.
The whip was swung out hard.
I saw golden light flashing, and the surrounding area that was still invisible suddenly became as bright as day. Golden lightning instantly appeared outside the black shadow and struck hard at it.
Bang!
Golden light splashed everywhere, and black mist filled the air.
The black shadow was pulled out from the stone wall of Thunder Mountain, causing the whole body to tremble, and the ink-like black liquid was sprinkled everywhere.
But this time.
But it did not merge as slowly as before.
The spilled black liquid, under the golden light, was like water droplets on the furnace wall. It evaporated and disappeared with a strange hissing sound.
(End of this chapter)