The pouring rain of blood finally subsided and began to patter again.
The vast ancient city has long been soaked in dirty blood, turning it into a bloody city.
The ancient corpses gathered in the streets and alleys bathing in filthy blood suddenly moved, and they ran in the same direction in unison.
Butcher Zhang saw the strange movements of the ancient corpse, and was surprised to find that the dirty blood on the ground was also flowing in the direction of the ancient corpse. He couldn't help but spread out and followed.
"Master, the ancient corpses are all going in the same direction. Should we follow them and have a look?" Taoist Yiwei stood on the wall of the courtyard and informed Taoist Tianwu of the situation outside.
The ancient coin of the Nine-Nine Evil-Destroying Money Sword was on his body, and he found it using the ancient coin and Taoist Tianwu's induction. He was very lucky and got a drop of holy blood on the way here.
"With the vast ocean of filthy blood, a demon must come to the world. As disciples of the Taoist sect, we have the duty to eliminate demons and defend the Tao. We should follow to see what happens." Taoist Tianwu replied.
As he spoke, he walked out of the room, followed by Taoist Qinglian and Monk Huijing who had woken up from coma.
"Junior brother, why haven't you come back yet?" Taoist Qinglian asked worriedly, looking at the dark night sky.
"I haven't come back for so long, I must be in trouble." Taoist Tianwu frowned, took out a talisman paper, drew a spell, and then posted the talisman paper next to the door.
This is a tracking talisman. If Zhang Xiaopou comes back, sees this talisman and activates it, the talisman will fly into the air, leading him to find Taoist Tianwu.
A group of four people spread out their bodies and followed the ancient corpse quietly, neither far nor near.
Wu Man'er searched for Wen Buwu's remains but failed. He saw the ancient corpse suddenly running in a direction. After thinking for a while, he followed him. He felt that since Wen Buwu's remains were controlled by the black beetle, he would definitely go to the place where the ancient corpse went.
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Wan Qiuqing walked around the ancient city for a long time without finding anyone. When he saw the ancient corpse suddenly moving, he thought that Zhang Butcher and others were fighting with the ancient corpse, which alarmed the ancient corpses in the city, so he hurried towards the direction of the ancient corpse.
Run.
In the center of the ancient city stands a huge stone statue a hundred feet high. The stone statue is lifelike in sculpture, has a handsome and majestic face, wears the armor of the God of War, holds its head high and looks majestic.
Obviously, the owner of the stone statue must be a hero respected and loved by the whole city, or the god of war in myths and legends.
At the foot of the stone statue is a spiral stone staircase fifty feet in diameter that leads to the bottom.
Dirty blood flowed from all directions in the ancient city, flowing down the stone steps into the ground.
Ancient corpses bathed in filthy blood lined up in a neat line, walking down the huge stone steps in an orderly manner.
There seemed to be an extremely huge space below the stone steps, because the ancient corpses walked down quickly one after another, and there was no sign of crowding coming from below.
Zhang Tufu and others followed behind the ancient corpse and arrived one after another. The night sky was dark and they had no chance to appreciate the statue's appearance. They only dared to use the power of stars to illuminate a small area and saw the dirty blood flowing into the ground and the ancient corpse entering the ground.
"Old guy -" Taoist Tianwu spotted Butcher Zhang as soon as he arrived. Several of them jumped forward, frowned and glanced at the sword wounds all over Butcher Zhang's body, and then asked, "Have you seen how good I am?"
Disciple?"
"I saw it." Butcher Zhang twirled his beard and twitched the corners of his eyes several times, thinking in his mind how to explain Zhang Xiaopeng's whereabouts to Taoist Tianwu.
Tianwu Taoist was delighted when he heard this and asked: "Where is it?"
At the same time, he looked around, looking for Zhang Xiaopou.
"Not here." Butcher Zhang said.
"Where have you gone?" Taoist Tianwu frowned.
Butcher Zhang pointed to the sky.
"Dead, dead?!" Taoist Tianwu's face changed drastically, and he asked in a trembling voice.
"He's not dead." Butcher Zhang shook his head and said, "It's flying. It's flying up into the sky."
"——" Taoist Tianwu's eyes twitched and he shouted: "Old man, if you dare to tease me again, believe it or not, I will kill you?"
He thought Butcher Zhang was teasing him.
Butcher Zhang's expression calmed down and he said seriously: "I'm not lying to you, that kid really flew up into the sky. I waited for him for a long time and didn't see him come down. Look at the injuries on my body."
"Who was injured?" Taoist Tianwu asked with a frown. As soon as he came over, he noticed the sword wounds on Butcher Zhang's body. There were dozens of them all over his body. Each wound was open and unhealed, and there was still a faint flow of blood.
come out.
This is very abnormal, because with the self-healing power of Zhang Tufu's star body, a wound like this that looks scary but is actually just a trauma can heal in the blink of an eye, but it also heals very quickly and will not heal at all.
Like the one on Butcher Zhang, it was obvious that the injury had been injured for a long time, but it had never healed.
Therefore, Taoist Tianwu noticed the strangeness of the sword wound at the first moment, and felt that the terrifying sword energy remained on the wound. Zhang Tufu was trying his best to resist, which made him secretly frightened, because with Zhang Tufu's semi-saint cultivation,
I'm afraid only a saint's sword can leave such sword wounds on his body.
"The sword that Wen Buwu pulled out from the void." Butcher Zhang replied in a low voice.
"You found it?!" Taoist Tianwu was shocked.
Butcher Zhang nodded, but immediately shook his head with a wry smile and said: "When I found it, it was stuck in the ground. The purple light on the sword had disappeared, replaced by layers of fluffy rust. As a result, I pulled it out three times."
Thirteen times, instead of being able to pull it out even an inch from the ground, I almost died from its sword energy. Just then, your precious apprentice came. Damn it!"
Thinking of Zhang Xiaopou pulling out the Purple Light Sword, the resentment in Zhang Butcher's heart surged uncontrollably, and he started swearing.
"What? The sword was snatched away by him?" Taoist Tianwu saw Butcher Zhang's furious look, and immediately asked with a hopeful expression, guessing whether Butcher Zhang was cut off by Zhang Xiaopeng, otherwise why would he be so angry?
Zhang Tufu glanced sideways at Taoist Tianwu's mean expression, and almost couldn't help but punch him in the face. He resisted the urge to hit him and said: "If I really want to be snatched away by him, I might not be so angry.
He came up and pulled out the sword. Half of the sword turned into a pile of rusty slag in his hand and was washed away by the blood. The other half of the sword was also stamped into rusty slag by the blood rain.
Damn it, if Wen Buwu knew that the sword he pulled out with his old life was turned into a pile of rust by your precious apprentice, he would be so angry that he would break out of the Palace of Hell and look for you two masters and apprentices.
Theory theory.”
"Go away!" Taoist Tianwu glared at Butcher Zhang angrily, and asked with pity in his heart: "Then what? Why did he fly up into the sky?"
"He seemed to be injured by the sword energy. I thought he was going to die, so I gave him the resurrection grass I got in the deserted village to eat. Then he shouted 'sword' twice in a row, and then he flew into the sky and took off.
"Butcher Zhang frowned. He still doesn't understand what Zhang Xiaozu's two shouts of "sword" mean. The most likely guess in his mind is that Zhang Xiaozu is possessed by the sword spirit, which can also explain the sword.
Why did it suddenly decay and fester?
But if you are really possessed by the sword spirit, this is by no means good news, because with the tyranny of that sword, you can imagine how strong its sword spirit is. If Zhang Xiaopeng is possessed by it, he will most likely be killed by it.
The spirit dove occupies the magpie's nest.
Taoist Tianwu frowned deeply and looked solemn. Apparently he also thought about the bad consequences. After a while, he shook his head and sighed, saying: "Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. I hope it is a blessing and not a misfortune."
"Don't worry, that kid is very tough and won't die." Butcher Zhang comforted him.
"You are quite nice to him." Taoist Tianwu raised his eyebrows and said, "You are even willing to give him the resurrection grass. You don't want to compete with me to become your disciple, do you?"
"Haha, I have fallen in love with this kid. Don't worry, I won't steal your apprenticeship. It's much more interesting for me to be half master and half friend with him than just being a master." Butcher Zhang stroked his beard and smiled, then changed the topic and asked in a deep voice:
"Old Taoist, with so much dirty blood accumulating here, someone might be born, right?"
"I'm afraid it's an ancient demon." Taoist Tianwu nodded solemnly.
"Would you like to go down and take a look?" Butcher Zhang asked.
Taoist Tianwu glanced at him sideways and asked, "Can you still withstand this injury?"
"I'm afraid it's not possible to fight, but running away should be fine." Butcher Zhang replied.
"Senior, real person -" Wan Qiuqing came over and saw that everyone was fine and did not fight with the ancient corpse as she thought, so she couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go down and take a look." Taoist Tianwu decided.
"Let's walk around the corner. These ancient corpses don't seem to be very interested in us." Butcher Zhang said.
A group of six people first walked around twice in front of the ancient corpse at the entrance of the stairs to make sure that the ancient corpse was really not interested in them, and then they boldly walked down the corner of the stone steps.
The stone steps spiraled all the way down. There were about 1,500 steps. The six people climbed the corner and carefully went down to the deepest place. A faint blood-colored light illuminated their vision. After turning the last corner, what appeared in their vision was
The scene made them open their mouths in shock.
At the end of the stone steps was a huge blood pool. In the blood pool lay a huge red-haired ancient corpse that was thirty feet tall. There was a huge sword stuck in his left chest, and the huge sword penetrated his heart, killing his body.
His body was nailed to the ground. His huge body was tied with several chains that were thicker than a millstone. The chains were scattered all over the place, binding his body tightly.
Seeing this huge red-haired ancient corpse that was beyond imagination, everyone's heart skipped several beats, and they were so frightened that they almost suffocated.
The three-foot-tall red-haired ancient corpse killed them all. They thought that the thirty-foot-tall red-haired ancient corpse could kill them with just one look. Moreover, the red-haired corpse poison on his body was probably even stronger than Zhang Xiaozu's.
Even Guitong can't restrain himself and deal with it.
Thankfully, he is under seal.
What is frightening is that he seems to be about to break the seal and come back to life.
The dirty blood flowed into the blood pool, but it never covered his body, because a large amount of dirty blood was absorbed by his body. You can clearly feel that as the dirty blood is absorbed, his aura is getting stronger and more vigorous.
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One after another, the ancient corpses controlled by the corpse beetles jumped into the blood pool and climbed onto his body to pull out the giant sword stuck in his chest. As soon as the ancient corpse's hand touched the giant sword, it was struck by the sword's body.
The sword energy shot out was extinguished and turned into green smoke and dissipated in the air. However, countless ancient corpses seemed to have received the emperor's order and were willing to die, constantly challenging the authority of the giant sword. Although the ancient corpses died, they were not counted.
However, the brilliance of the giant sword is gradually dimming. If this trend continues, sooner or later the giant sword will be exhausted of energy and then be pulled out by the ancient corpse.
"The soldier once said that he saw an ancient red-haired corpse sealed by a sword and an iron chain in the underground river of Baihuang Mountain. The scene he described was exactly the same as the ancient red-haired corpse. The only difference was that what he said
The ancient red-haired corpse is three feet long, and this ancient red-haired corpse is thirty feet tall." Wan Qiuqing said in a low voice.
"He sensed it from a distance through the subtle state of mind. It is understandable that the size is different. The red-haired ancient corpse he mentioned should be this one." Taoist Tianwu said, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a shame that I took him with me at that time.
Baihuang Mountain confirmed it. At that time, I still swore that there was no red-haired ancient corpse under Baihuang Mountain. I never expected that there would be such a terrifying ancient corpse hidden."
"Look, there's someone in the chain!" Taoist Qinglian suddenly lowered his voice and exclaimed.
After hearing this, everyone immediately looked at the chains that locked the ancient corpse. They tried their best to observe carefully. They were immediately shocked and found that just as Taoist Qinglian said, there were figures shaking in each chain, as if they were living people, and they seemed to be alive.
Fighting fiercely.
"Yao, people from Yaowang Valley?!" Taoist Yiwei exclaimed in disbelief.
"I, I saw General Qiu!" Wan Qiuqing also lowered his voice and exclaimed.
"Feixian Sect, Yangshen Temple, Piaomiao Palace -" Zhang Butcher read out the names of the sects he saw one by one, and finally asked a series of questions that everyone wanted to ask: "Why do they appear here? Why are they being killed?"
Trapped in chains? Why are they fighting each other?"
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