Chapter 116: Spectre ghost hooks the soul, impermanence seeks life
Late at night, Zhao Yun opened his eyes.
The moment he opened his eyes, light shot out from his eyes, which was quite sharp and cut an ancient tree in half. His spirit transformed into a martial spirit, and his eyes became much deeper.
"good."
Zhao Yun stood up and stretched hard, his body crackled, and he advanced to two levels in a row. With the thunder body tempering, his body was much stronger, and he felt that every drop of blood was full of explosive power.
The body is filled with majestic power.
This is the foundation and blessing he gained from this nirvana.
"Xiu'er, teach me the secret techniques of martial arts attacks!"
Zhao Yun took Long Yuan and Zi Xiao away and looked at Moon God with a smile.
Luna did not respond.
In other words, she was still nourishing her soul body and had no time to talk to Zhao Yun.
"You have also transformed."
Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled, and he could see that the Moon God was changing.
This is a good sign.
They are grasshoppers on a rope. When the moon god becomes powerful, it will be of no harm to him. Maybe, he will be able to regain his supernatural power. If he is not careful, he can soar into the sky.
He didn't bother and turned around to go down the mountain.
However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if he had been hit by a drill. The pain penetrated to his bones. He was really injured, and blood was already flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Well....!
Before he could react, he felt a stinging pain between his eyebrows, as if he had been pricked by a needle.
"How could this be?"
Zhao Yun didn't stand firm for a step, half-kneeling on the ground, coughing blood continuously. In these three or two seconds, his limbs, bones, internal organs, and meridians all felt severe pain, like burning with flames, like being struck by lightning, like
Someone was holding a steel needle and pricking me again and again. The strange thing was that there was no one around!
This pain comes for no reason.
"The Art of Weary of Victory."
Moon God said calmly, already opening his eyes and knowing what the problem was.
The art of being tired of winning?
Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and roared. He had heard of this spell before. It was also a type of witchcraft. It was extremely evil and a good witchcraft of the Yin people.
This method is not difficult to understand.
It's nothing more than making a small puppet, writing the person's name, and then carving the person's birthday and birth date. With the help of spells, you can hurt people, stab them with needles, burn them with fire, or chop them with knives. It all depends on the person who performs the magic.
Show, few people know about it.
I heard from the elders that this witchcraft has been lost long ago.
He has only heard of it.
Tonight was the first time I saw him, and he was the one being cheated on.
Well....!
The injury came again, and the pain all over his body was unbearable, as if there were countless worms gnawing at his flesh and bones. The pain made his whole body tremble, and the pain was even worse.
"who is it."
Zhao Yun snorted coldly, his eyes bloodshot and scarlet.
"Southeast." Moon God reminded.
Whoosh!
When Zhao Yun heard this, he jumped down the mountain like a black shadow. He braved the severe pain and ran through the forest. He really wanted to see who was plotting against him.
Find them out and we will fight until death.
At night, the darkness of the mountains and forests, and the cool wind, make it all the more eerie.
During this period, Zhao Yun kept coughing up blood.
The caster must have hated him so much that he wanted to torture him to death. In just a short time, he had used many cruel methods. Most of the puppets in his hands had been poked.
It was devastated.
I don't know at what moment, he suddenly stopped.
Not far away, there is a cave, and the so-called magician is inside.
Here, the little spirit bead has shone brightly.
Zhao Yun used his martial spirit to sense and could smell the aura of martial arts, which seemed to be looming. He must be a magician who practiced witchcraft. He was at the peak of the true spirit. Most of them had not mastered witchcraft yet, so they had not killed him yet.
Then there's the distance.
Those who have mastered the art of hating victory can kill people thousands of miles away without being able to see it. This person is not so good at it. He needs to be within a certain range before he can use the art of hating victory.
If not, he wouldn't have been so easy to find.
"get out."
Zhao Yun shouted violently and used his soul to control the sword. The purple sky shot into the cave like a purple light.
pound!
The sound of metal colliding through the hole was clear and sweet.
"Good boy."
Then a faint laughter sounded, the sound was hoarse and old.
Zhao Yun looked and saw that the man came out of the cave.
He was a hunchbacked old man, skinny and skinny, and he was leaning on a crutch. On the crutch was a skull the size of a fist, which looked scary.
It is indeed the art of being tired of winning.
Look at the old man holding a small puppet in his hand. The puppet represents Zhao Yun. Zhao Yun's name and birth date are also engraved on it.
"Never seen it."
Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, making sure he didn't recognize that guy.
"It's not easy for you to find me." The corners of the hunchbacked old man's mouth were slightly raised, like a ghost crawling out of hell, with a green light in his eyes.
"Who sent you here?" Zhao Yun said coldly.
"A fierce ghost seduces the soul, and impermanence demands life."
Before the hunchbacked old man could speak, he heard Jie Jie's laughter, and then there was the sound of iron chains clattering, like two snakes flying out of the darkness. There were also strange runes carved on the iron chains, clattering.
Sound can confuse people's minds.
"There are still people."
Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and flew away. The iron chain that flew around was not an ordinary iron chain. Once it was locked, the real energy would be devoured. The sound was confusing, and it was probably aimed at the spirit and martial soul.
.
Being able to avoid the perception of the Little Lingzhu and his martial soul, the other party definitely has a concealing secret treasure on his body. This was obviously planned in advance. This was a premeditated assassination.
During this period, he once glanced at the moon god.
Moon God seemed to be alright. It seemed that he had known about it before but didn't remind him.
He was used to this scene.
As long as he is within the range of his response, the Moon God will not remind him. If he comes to the Ksitigarbha realm, then this woman will be more active than anyone else.
Zheng!
Before Zhao Yun landed, he heard the sound of swords again. In the darkness, a slender and black sword thrust out. The tip of the sword was glowing with an icy cold light. It was a killing sword.
"You really think highly of me."
Zhao Yun snorted coldly and tried to dodge.
Certainly!
There was another light scolding, and someone was still in the dark, casting a restraining spell.
open!
Zhao Yun's true energy surged, forcibly breaking through the immobilizing spell. At this moment, the killing sword had arrived, only two or three inches away from his eyebrows. Before he was hit, the sword's power had already pierced his flesh and skin. If he was hit, he would be killed on the spot.
Killed.
roll!
In the room of lightning and flint, he shouted loudly and used the secret sound wave technique of dragon roar and tiger roar. The loud dragon roar was very overpowering. It was mainly because his spirit transformed into a martial spirit. This method can also be regarded as a martial spirit attack.
The secret book, the roar was so powerful that a piece of vegetation fell over on the spot, and the roar caused it to break and fly.
Well...!
There was a muffled sound in the dark, and he was about to pierce it with his sword, but because of Zhao Yun's voice, he was knocked back on the spot and forced out of his true body.
He was a young man in blood-clothed clothes. He received a roar from a dragon and a tiger. He didn't feel very good. He staggered before regaining his balance. His mind was buzzing and there was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was an assassin and wanted to do it.
He was a one-hit kill, not good at melee combat, and had high attack and low defense, so he was injured.
"What a powerful sonic secret technique."
The blood-clothed young man sneered. It's not that he has never been attacked by sonic waves, but in the realm of true spirit, Zhao Yun is definitely the first to be able to use such power. His spiritual level must be quite high. Even if he is at the peak of his true spirit, he is still dizzy from the roar.
.
"He is really a difficult master."
Two other people also showed up.
It’s worthy of being a ghost that seduces the soul and impermanence kills. It’s really just one white and one black. It’s not an exaggeration to call them black and white and impermanent. Regardless of Zhao Yun’s state of mind, when he saw these two people, he couldn’t help but feel the cool breeze behind him. Their
The appearance was so gloomy that he unconsciously thought that those two people were really impermanent people from the underworld, and the person who died would run to the house of the person who died.
Don't worry, there is a fifth person.
She was an old woman, also using a cane. She was the one who cast the immobilizing spell just now. She was a master of support. Because of her, Zhao Yun was almost killed with a single sword strike.
"From Rashomon?"
Zhao Yun said lightly, mainly because of the Immobilizing Curse, he was assassinated by Rashomon last time, and he was also hit by the Immobilizing Curse, and again this time. It was probably not a coincidence. Looking at these five people, they all had it in their respective fields. Obviously
It is an assassination team of five people. The lineup is much larger than last time. Everyone is at the peak of his true spirit, especially Bai Wuchang, who has already half-stepped into the Xuanyang realm.
"Boy, you know a lot!"
The hunchbacked old man smiled sinisterly, thinking that Zhao Yun could not escape, so he did not hide it. A dead man would not go out and talk nonsense. Five against one, there is no reason why the one-armed Zhao Yun could not be killed.
"With such a lineup, please spend a lot of money!"
Zhao Yun smiled and said, it would be good if he could find out the mastermind behind it. If he knew who was plotting against him, it would be easy to handle.
"Who did you offend? You don't know?" Hei Wuchang smiled coldly.
"I've pissed off a lot of people."
Zhao Yun said calmly, any hostile clan could do it.
Taking people's money will help them eliminate disasters.
This is what Rashomon does. As long as there is enough money, the emperor of Daxia dares to assassinate him. This shows how crazy this killer organization is.
"Stop talking nonsense and kill."
The hunchbacked old man said calmly that he should be the leader of this group of killers.
As soon as he finished speaking, he took the steel needle and inserted it hard into the little puppet's eyebrow.
Well...!
Zhao Yun groaned lowly, and suddenly he felt his eyebrows piercing like iron drills.
Zheng!
The young man in blood-clothed sword instantly drew his sword and pierced the rainbow.
Zhao Yun flashed like the wind and dodged easily. He saw black and white impermanence, one to the left and one to the right. The iron chains in his hands were like snakes, winding towards him.
Zhao Yun wanted to hide, but the old woman's immobilizing spell came again.
At this moment, the iron chain came and locked his right hand and left foot. As he expected, he had the uncanny ability to swallow the true essence. Moreover, being locked by the iron chain, his mind was still in a trance. It was indeed aimed at the spirit, so it was his fault.
The spirit transformed into a martial spirit, otherwise, this blow would be enough to drink a pot.
"it's over."
Black and White Wuchang smiled quietly, holding on to the iron chain, trying to tear Zhao Yun in half.
"By you?"
Zhao Yun sneered and used his soul to control the sword. Long Yuan and Zi Xiao came out at the same time. Zi Xiao cut off the iron chain, and Long Yuan smashed at Hei Wuchang. The sword was too heavy and made the air buzz.
"You can still wield a sword without making a seal?"
Hei Wuchang was surprised, Zhao Yun's right hand was locked, and he didn't see him making any moves. How could these two swords attack on their own?
Without thinking much, he ran away on the spot. He was an auxiliary. He could hit but couldn't resist. The sword was so fierce. If it hit him, he would be paralyzed.
Zheng!
The Zixiao Sword turned upside down and cut off Bai Wuchang's iron chain.
"Certainly."
"Definitely your sister."
The old woman cast the restraining spell again.
Unfortunately, it doesn't work very well.
The moment before he settled down, Zhao Yun used the Wind God Step to avoid it, and his whole body was covered with body-protecting essence.
In this case, the immobilization spell is ineffective.