Chapter 38: The Soul Makes the Banner and the Soul Makes the Bow
Woo...
Woo...
Woo...
The noise in his ears was getting louder and louder, and it was getting sharper. The sound was extremely violent, as if there were countless people leaning against Chu Qingxiao's ears and whispering constantly.
His eardrums felt like they were about to burst.
The severe pain caused the veins on his forehead to pop out.
Chu Zhaozhao hugged Chu Qingxiao anxiously, and Chu Yueshan and others also gathered around. They shouted something to Chu Qingxiao, but the noise coming from his ears made Chu Qingxiao unable to hear the voices of everyone.
Zhu Yuan slowly walked forward, his eyes slightly closed, his head raised, and his hands slowly opened.
He is waiting for a good show.
A good show where the head falls to the ground and the angry soul wails and roars.
At that moment, the sound must have been extremely beautiful and sweet, and he thought it was his opportunity to further explore the secrets of the soul.
For this reason, he relaxed his mind and was fully prepared to listen to the wonderful sound.
One breath...
Two breaths...
Ten breaths...
After a long time, he still couldn't help but wait for the sound of his head rolling down as he imagined.
"hehe……"
What was waiting was the contemptuous laughter coming from behind.
Zhu Yuan, who realized something was wrong, turned around and looked behind him.
There, Song Guicheng's punch was still held by the evil spirit, and the black energy around the evil spirit surged toward Song Guicheng, imprisoning his body.
There is nothing unusual about this.
The only problem was that the bone knife held high in the evil spirit's hand stayed only three or four inches away from Song Guicheng's neck, but it still did not fall down.
"Evil Spirit General! Do it!" Zhu Yuan shouted sternly.
But the evil spirit general's body still stood motionless.
Zhu Yuan felt a strange atmosphere, and for the first time a look of panic appeared on his face.
His brows were furrowed, and his hands were clasped together in front of his chest, making several marks in succession.
He is trying to rely on the evil spirits planted in his body to drive the other party with the soul seeds in his body.
When the soul seeds rooted in their bodies are activated, pain like being chopped into flesh will surge throughout their bodies. For evil spirits and Yin beasts that only have instincts left, this is the easiest way to control them.
Effective method.
But this time.
Zhu Yuan seemed to have encountered an exception.
The evil spirits stir up the soul seeds in the body.
The black energy around him surged, and the blood in his eyes flashed violently.
It was obvious that at this moment he was suffering from pain that was so painful that it would make one want to live.
However, his body still stood there, motionless.
"Evil Spirit General! Are you going to disobey me!!?" Such anomalies made Zhu Yuan's face look ugly. He flew into a rage and shouted angrily.
"Ha ha."
What responded to him was Song Guicheng's contemptuous laughter.
This laughter brought Zhu Yuan back to his senses. He turned to look at the other person, as if waking up from a dream: "Are you causing trouble!?"
Song Guicheng's back was to Zhu Yuan. He lowered his head. Others could not clearly see the expression on his face at this moment, but they could only hear him say in a low voice: "Don't Master Wu Zhu boast that he has read many great works by our ancestors?
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"Then Master Wu Zhu, does he know what it means to fight with the golden drum at dawn and hold the jade saddle at night?"
"Do you know what it means to wear golden armor after a hundred battles in the yellow sand, and never return Loulan until it is broken?"
As Song Guicheng said this, his hand held by the evil spirit was gently taken back. He turned around and looked at Zhu Yuan.
His eyebrows were lowered, and his eyes showed a fierce light like a wolf.
He walked closer to Zhu Yuan step by step, and he issued reproaches like evil spirits again and again.
"Do you know what is thirty years of fame and dust and eight thousand miles of clouds and moon?"
He continued to move forward, his whole body filled with a murderous intent that seemed more terrifying than the shadow of a candle.
Zhu Yuan felt a sense of danger from Song Guicheng's body at this moment, and he retreated subconsciously.
He looked past the evil man in front of him, and saw that the evil spirit behind him began to violently surge black energy around him. The dead souls imprisoned in the black energy seemed to have received some kind of summons beyond the decree of the gods.
They began to struggle violently like never before, and blurry figures emerged from the black air, constantly breaking free from the restraints of the black air, trying to pull their bodies out of the black mire.
They want to escape from the prison of Zhuyin!
Zhu Yuan's pupils suddenly dilated at that time, and he looked at the situation in front of him in disbelief.
This was beyond his knowledge...
The throne of the true god Zhu Yin was taken away by humans, and the twelve god generals who once sat on it were also destroyed.
But the centipede is dead but not stiff.
The remaining remnants of divinity are still enough to crush mortals.
Zhuyin gave him the divinity left behind by the Seventh Divine Pillar, and the evil spirit general created by using this divinity should be a powerful and irreversible existence.
But now, these dead souls seemed to have their own will again and began to try to resist.
It's him who's causing trouble!
After a brief moment of surprise, Zhu Yuan immediately realized something was wrong and looked sideways at Song Guicheng.
At this moment, a cruel smile appeared on Song Guicheng's lips. He lowered his voice, stared at Zhu Yuan and said softly.
"Do you know what it means to be a general who has fought a hundred battles and yet is still alive, with his soul as his banner and his soul as his bow?"
The soul serves as a banner and the soul serves as a bow...
Those simple words seemed to be wrapped in some kind of power that could overwhelm this world.
As soon as this was said.
The evil spirit suddenly unleashed some kind of bloody light, and let out a painful roar from his mouth.
The sword-armored dead souls imprisoned in his body seemed to have been injected with some kind of power. Their vague souls solidified a little, cutting off the black energy clinging to their bodies, and then emerged from evil one after another.
Spiritual generals surged out of their bodies, and they floated in mid-air, standing behind Song Guicheng.
But in the blink of an eye, the dead souls of Xizhou Jianjia had already filled the space behind Song Guicheng.
Their faces were filled with determination, and in their blurred souls, a surge of sword intent began to wash away.
It's as if everything is back to the beginning.
They are the Xizhou Sword Armor, the only remaining star guards of Dayu, the swords that illuminate the dark night, and the shields against the ancient gods.
This is written into their flesh and blood and engraved into their souls.
When Long Xiang will issue the call.
No matter where they are at this moment, their bodies are corrupted or not.
But their souls will always respond to this call.
Travel thousands of miles, regardless of life or death.
Holding the sword again, he came behind General Long Xiang.
"This...how is this possible..." Zhu Yuan looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
This was beyond his knowledge, and when faced with the unknown, people's first reaction is often fear.
Even Zhu Yuan, who claims to be God's apostle, is unavoidable at this moment.
His body began to retreat subconsciously.
Fear filled his fair and handsome face.
He suddenly realized: "You just showed weakness on purpose. You have already seen the details of the evil spirit generals. Your purpose from the beginning was to wake them up!!?"
Zhu Yuan looked at Song Guicheng and asked loudly.
But Song Guicheng just smiled faintly, he had no intention of clearing up the confusion for the enemy in front of him.
He just said: "Master Wu Zhu."
"I said……"
"I can cut your head off your neck once, and then..."
"Fucking scored twice, cut off the second one!!!"
After he said this, one hand suddenly stretched out. At this time, the sword-armored dead souls behind him also stretched out their hands forward and shook their hands into the void.
…
Chu Qingxiao breathed heavily.
His head was still in constant pain.
Especially every time he tried hard to recall the most crucial part that was missing from his memory, the pain would intensify.
But the noise in his ears gradually became a little clearer.
His body trembled, the painful growl in his mouth gradually subsided, and a little clarity seemed to emerge from the depths of his dull pupils.
"Chu Qingxiao! Don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Zhaozhao's concerned voice came from beside him, and this time, Chu Qingxiao's consciousness seemed to have recovered a lot.
He lowered his head and murmured to himself: "I...I heard it clearly..."
"I heard you clearly."
"What did you hear clearly?" Chu Yueshan looked anxious beside him, fearing that something might happen to his only precious son.
"Crying..."
"Those cries..."
Chu Qingxiao continued to mutter to himself, seemingly not hearing the concerned words of the people around him.
"Crying? Where is the crying?" Chu Yueshan and Sun Kuan looked around.
There was a tense situation between Song Guicheng and Zhu Yuan in front, and behind him was the dilapidated Taoist temple. Where was anyone crying? Who was in the mood to cry at this moment?
"Yes... they are crying..." Chu Qingxiao said intermittently, but looked behind him, where countless swords were inserted into the ground.
They are the swords of the Xizhou Sword Armor.
And when Chu Qingxiao first came to the Zhu family compound, he heard those vague cries, which came from these.
"Is the sword crying?" Chu Zhaozhao beside her was stunned when she heard this, but she reacted the next moment.
She turned her head and looked forward, where Song Guicheng's expression was solemn, and the ghosts of the Eight Thousand Xizhou Sword Armor behind him were cleansed by the sword intent.
They reach out their hands.
To be precise, he stretched out his hand towards the swords inserted into the ground.
The swords that had been silent for a long time began to tremble.
Zheng!
A sword cry suddenly rose up.
Zheng!
Zheng!
It was like the first crow of a rooster at dawn.
Immediately afterwards, the entire sword mausoleum seemed to be activated, and sword sounds rose up one after another.
At this moment, streaks of pure sword intent overflowed from those sword bodies.
"Break it!" At this moment, Song Guicheng in front suddenly shouted loudly.
One of the swords in the sword mausoleum was completely white, with a pink spike hanging on the hilt. The long sword trembled suddenly, and then its body was suddenly pulled out of the soil, turning into a stream of light and flying into Song Guicheng's hand.
Before this sound could be heard, another sword-armor shouted loudly from behind Song Guicheng.
"Second watch!"
Another flying sword escaped from the sword mausoleum.
"Chitose!"
"Menqianyan!"
"Spring is never late!"
"Eternally hate water!"
Explosive shouts rang out from the mouths of the sword armors one after another, and long swords flew out of the sword mausoleum and fell into the hands of the sword armor souls.
With the sword in hand, the aura around them began to seem to have endless judgment.
Their clothes fluttered around them, and their majestic momentum rose.
There was determination as firm as iron in their eyes.
In their hands are sharp swords that cut off life and death.
They stood in the air, the swords in their hands sounded like dragons, and the swords around them were like rainbows.
The underground palace is trembling slightly, and evil spirits are spreading.
The so-called God seemed to lower his high head at this time.
At this moment, they are the gods!
…
Chu Qingxiao suddenly realized.
His cry that had lingered in his ears for a long time suddenly stopped at this moment.
They no longer cry.
Because the man holding the sword has returned.
He suddenly remembered what Song Guicheng said a long time ago.
"For the sword, its meaning is to be held in the hands of the swordsman."
"And for a swordsman, his meaning is to use his sword to cut off the so-called fate, and also cut off the gods who weave fate!"