Chapter 151 Life and death are at the mercy of the ruthless sword! 2 in 1
Chapter 151 On the verge of life and death, the ruthless sword! (2 in 1)
"ah--"
"ah--"
"ah--"
A huge shadow covered the sky.
Those are the crow-keeper's "meat wings".
Ruchen looked at the demon-like figure not far away in shock.
Countless arms stretched out from the back of the crow keeper, forming huge black flesh wings. Drops of black sticky liquid dripped down from the flesh wings. When they dripped into the air before they hit the ground, they let out crows, like mud.
After squirming, it turned into black ravens.
The dim light of the setting sun dimmed instantly, and the crow keeper was like a huge black hole, absorbing all the remaining light.
Behind the crow keeper, as the fleshy wings spread out, an invisible black curtain spread outwards, darkening the sky.
Zheng Xiugang warned Ruchen, and the six eyes of the crow farmer suddenly burst into frightening red light.
The wind created by the raven man when he flapped his fleshy wings became slower and slower.
Ruchen pulled the scroll tightly behind his back with his hands, his face showing shock.
But at this moment, he was suspended in mid-air, suspended between heaven and earth.
"ah--"
What is going on?
The new discovery caused waves in Zheng Xiu's calm mind like lake water.
As if feeling the infinite sword power emanating from the body of the old man in front of him, the red cloth on the crowkeeper's face peeled off, revealing six bloody eyes.
Ruchen quickly stood up and looked back.
At this moment, Zheng Baimei was quickly heading towards death.
The Raven Man's movements became slower and slower.
Ruchen's breathing became slower and slower.
Looking back, "Zheng Baimei" only had one head left with her eyes closed.
until,
Every time Ruchen's expression changed, he said a sentence in a different tone.
But the old man's voice did not cover up the surrounding sounds, but the moment the old voice sounded, it seemed to take away the presence of other sounds in Ruchen's ears.
"No, it's me, speeding up infinitely."
Zheng Baimei's body weathered, his limbs disappeared without any pain, and only his head remained.
He looks like an older version of a macho man!
"Brother Zheng? You actually...exhausted your lifespan?"
"What's going on?"
Only then did Zheng Xiu notice that there was a conspicuous hole in Human Soul's chest, as if it had been dug out.
This is the "restriction" of the crowkeeper!
Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows. No wonder the crow farmer turns the surroundings into darkness when he assumes such a terrifying posture.
"Time stopped?"
Boom!
The ground cracked.
"so,"
Only endless black shadows remained above Jingtang Town.
"Well said."
Rules, media, restrictions.
He promised Zheng Xiu that the painting would depend on the person.
Daylight is devoured.
Raven Raider Raven Raider, he plays...a raven!
A bird creature!
In other words, from the very beginning, the path that the crow farmer took was not a path that ordinary people could take!
The red dim light that had not yet had time to go down the mountain was cast from the big hole, and a beam of blood-red dusk sunlight dispelled the darkness!
Ruchen opened his mouth wide.
If the painting is no longer there, there is no need for others to be there.
In other words, Zheng Xiu, who appears as a human soul at this moment, is his original human soul!
"The weakness is sunlight."
"The Ruthless Sword."
"I said I believed it, so Brother Zheng gave the painting to the young monk."
"What do you know! This is a promise made by one man to another man. It is as heavy as a thousand mountains!"
There is golden flame flowing on the sword.
"Hehehe! If you ask me, my own life is more important! We can't die together!"
The crow-keeper's cry.
Ruchen couldn't imagine that the "thing" that now spreads its wings like a huge black bird in the sky could be a person.
During the brief confrontation, Zheng Xiu figured out the reason for the existence of crow farmers.
In this moment, this moment,
"Zheng Baimei" is in a state of life and death, whether to die or not.
He didn't know what to do before he condensed the golden sword.
Ruchen's expression was also fixed and extremely complex. It contained three parts of surprise, three parts of regret, three parts of anxiety, and one part of deeply hidden suspicion.
A sound like dust.
Darkness is coming!
"Brother Zheng asked me if I could trust the young monk."
Zheng Xiu said calmly, without looking at Ruchen again, he tiptoed and floated up to the sky.
I never expected that a bad old man would show up.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
"Who are you?"
"ah--"
moment,
If it weren't for the "life and death" posture he deliberately fell into in order to activate the "Sword Intention of Heaven and Earth", Zheng Xiu would not have had the chance to see himself in this dying posture.
call out!
A beam of golden light shot out from behind Ruchen, like an indestructible sword that penetrated the sky.
Only when he stretched out his hand did he realize that the hand was not the wrinkled palm of "Zheng Baimei", but the palm of his Zheng Xiu.
He looked down at his palms. His palms were like weathered rocks. They first became dry, hard and pale, and then quickly peeled off bit by bit along the palm lines and turned into fly ash.
An existence similar to "ghosts" formed around them.
His eyes, ears, mouth and nose, sight, touch, smell, and hearing, all the movement and movement he could feel came to an abrupt end.
The complex expression is like a fan diagram. Only at this moment when everything is still can Zheng Xiu distinguish it so clearly.
Ruchen stretched out his tongue and took a lick, and the sweet taste made him laugh happily: "Quiet now!"
Zheng Xiu thought silently in his heart.
The sharp wind tore holes in Ruchen's face.
The skin on Ruchen's forehead suddenly burst open and blood dripped.
The hundreds of meters long fleshy wings crushed a piece of raven into black blood as it rolled.
He originally thought Zheng Xiu would make a comeback.
"ah!"
Immediately afterwards, the eye on the right forehead suddenly exploded, bursting out with red blood.
Six shadows loomed behind Ruchen, but they were not formed and could not be distinguished as human beings.
"At this moment, I only have a 'human soul'."
Ruchen was still sitting and continued:
Ruchen closed his eyes.
In an instant, an icy chill spread all over Zheng Xiu's body, making Zheng Xiu suddenly have the illusion of being immersed in ice water. His limbs were numb and cold, the redness on his face disappeared, and he turned pale in the blink of an eye.
【die】!
Although Zheng Xiu deliberately faced the crow-keeper's eyes, the strange feeling at the moment of being "hit" still made Zheng Xiu feel surprised and uncomfortable.
He originally thought that Brother Zheng would make a comeback and fight again and again.
But who is coming...?
"Monk, step back."
The crow keeper has brought endless darkness!
The sky is full of ravens circling beside the raven keeper.
A crow came out from the crowkeeper's mouth, and his eardrums were shattered by the sound, and blood spilled out.
Proudly independent, like ascending to immortality.
In an instant, Ruchen's face changed rapidly, sometimes like a submissive scholar, sometimes like a delicate young woman, sometimes like an ignorant child, sometimes like a murderous gangster.
But when Zheng Xiu stretched out his hand, he suddenly understood, as if something was poured into his consciousness.
The only sounds left in my ears were the noisy wind and the shrill cries of ravens filling the sky.
It seems tangible, but if you look closer, you will see that the long sword is not real, sometimes it is illusory and sometimes it is real.
“This is the ‘Sword Intention of Heaven and Earth coming together’, the golden quality born from the ‘Li Rule Book’.”
But with human imagination, most of the people they can play are all kinds of roles among the people in the city.
No one in the world will be lucky enough to witness his own human soul.
No wonder the Crow Keeper has six eyes.
Nine points similar!
Countless ravens were like a black cloud, pressing towards Ruchen.
At the moment when the sword was swung, the still sound resounded again.
Wow!
Ruchen's expression changed, and finally he turned back to Ruchen himself. He knelt down suddenly and hit his head heavily on the ground.
This is the sound of wind.
Ruchen clasped his hands together, sat on the ground, and looked at the sky full of ravens with a smile.
Everything is silent, the heaven and the earth are still.
It's more like a scene ability, wrapping Jingtang Town with a "dark tent", turning the place into night.
The implication is that wherever crows come, there must be dead people.
"Senior is going to die!"
"How..."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
The beating in his chest became calmer and quieter.
"A kind of doorway that I have never seen before?"
"If four horses can't do it, can eight horses do? Everything in the world has a price!"
"That won't work! A gentleman's words are hard to follow!"
Ruchen couldn't believe that two strangers could look so similar. He understood in the blink of an eye and burst into tears.
The severe pain made the noisy voice in his ears disappear.
I saw a silver-haired old man dressed in spotless white clothes, with his silver hair tied up neatly.
To play the role of a crow, he must imitate the cry of a crow, imagine spreading its wings, imitate the behavior of a crow, and even...eat corpses.
The dark tent that he punched through a big hole closed it in the blink of an eye, and the scene turned into darkness again.
"Brother, run away quickly!"
He turned into a crow!
For him, Brother Zheng did not hesitate to use up his life span and used the magic of Krypton Life!
"I am not someone you know! Remember, I am Zheng Baimei."
"This is what Chu Susu said, bringing complete death to a person at the cost of permanent blindness."
The core of peeking into the portal is the acting method.
He is rapidly "moving towards" death!
but!
As death approaches, Zheng Xiu's incarnation is rapidly cracking, weathering, and disappearing.
Zheng Xiu floated out with no weight on his body.
The new discovery made Zheng Xiu pause in his movements.
Zheng Xiu was suddenly stunned.
"Only pure 'spirit' remains."
Crow-keepers spread their wings in the night sky.
The flesh of the crowkeeper squirmed and turned into a raven.
Zheng Xiu's incarnation is turning into ashes little by little!
Zheng Xiu had no choice but to swing his sword in the direction of the crow farmer from a distance as if playfully.
At this moment, one of the six eyes on the crowkeeper's face exploded, leaving only five pupils.
The fleshy wings fluttered down, carrying the wind as sharp as a knife.
One second he was "alive" and the next second he was "dead".
Looking at the ferocious posture of the crow keeper, the dark night is dark.
The blood streamed from the top of his forehead, blinding his eyes, sliding down the wings of his nose, and flowing into the corners of his mouth.
Abandoning the human body has become an ominous gesture!
No matter in terms of posture or character, the crow farmer has become a "crow" through and through!
The crow has been regarded as an ominous bird since ancient times. Because of its carrion-eating characteristics, it was also known as the "death bird" in ancient times.
In the case of infinite spiritual acceleration, this meal will not have any impact.
The monk was stunned for a while, his neck clicked, his head tilted, and he was puzzled by the sudden appearance of the old man.
The almost "still" world began to shake again.
Only this fleeting "moment"!
Only for a moment!
Zheng Xiu felt light all over and "floated" out.
Zheng Xiu frowned slightly and thought for a second, then smiled and shook his head.
"If you leave this broken painting behind, you won't die!"
His evil magic that brings "certain death" requires one eye to explode each time it is used. In order to use it as many times as possible, the Night Lord did something unknown and turned the crowkeeper's eyes into six.
The crowkeeper's wings trembled for a minute.
Fair and delicate, the hands of a wealthy man.
"You don't understand, you don't understand, you don't understand."
The old man's face was rosy. He made a sword finger with one hand and held it behind his back with the other hand. He slowly floated down in the air, his clothes and sleeves swaying, and he looked like a fairy from the dust.
"Go, go, go!"
His face is covered with scars, resembling a human face, with many traces of stitching. Two of his eyes are in the position of a normal human face, and then there are an extra pair on the top and bottom, forming a "six-eyed" appearance.
However, Zheng Xiu felt that those six eyes were sewn on using some kind of surgical operation, which was full of dissonance.
He didn't deliberately use his ability to travel, let alone use any clever skills.
The moment this sound sounded, Ruchen suddenly had the illusion that the sound of wind and crows could be heard and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
An old voice suddenly sounded behind Ruchen.
"Just as Brother Zheng believes that the young monk will not leave the painting, the young monk also believes that Brother Zheng will not leave the young monk."
Black mist gradually overflowed from the pores on Ruchen's body.
But it's not a ghost.
The crow farmer is getting closer and closer to Ruchen.
A piece of his human soul is missing.
"The painting depends on the person."
The monk opened his mouth and smiled, and the word "Renchen" on his tongue produced drops of blood.
In this state, Zheng Xiu felt something in his heart. He waved his hand gently, and the space at hand collapsed and compressed, condensing into an exquisite golden sword.
Zheng Xiu's mind raced with thoughts, and he suddenly figured it out.
When the old man said the word "monk", his tone and demeanor made Ruchen couldn't help but add two points.
He almost blurted out that he was cheating.
"Is this also some kind of gateway?"
The sound of countless ravens flapping their wings.
This was the first time that Zheng Xiu's incarnation was killed in battle in reality, and an indescribable and strange feeling quietly emerged.
It now looks like a raven magnified countless times.
"Monk, turn around and close your eyes!"
In just a few short breaths, Zheng Xiu's arms and feet were weathered to varying degrees.
But this crazy talk is not so much talking to himself as it is quarreling with himself.
He could no longer hear the voice of his inner demon.
The crowkeeper spread his fleshy wings, and the rubble and rubble flew high into the sky, forming a cloud of dust and gray.
"The Crow Keeper, turns out to be a thaumaturge?"
The dim light reflected on the crow-keeper was as hot as fire, and the crow-keeper was covered in foul-smelling black smoke.
laugh!
The black cloud composed of ravens was instantly broken into a large hole by the sword light.
If you look closely, you will see that this old man is full of character, his facial features and temperament look a lot like Zheng Shan's.
At this moment, the crowkeeper has no arms, only the head wrapped in red cloth, the fleshy wings on the back, and a pair of feet.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, such a man is rare in the world, I love you so much~"
The sword twisted, ripples rippled on its surface, and the corner of Ruchen's mouth twitched.
"Other people's lives are not as important as your own!"
With a little more imagination, the pattern is opened up, and Zheng Xiu's understanding of the "crow farmer" actually echoes the theory of Menjing Thaumatology.
"Silly monk! Why would you risk your life for a worthless painting?"
Zheng Xiu, who returned to the body of his dying incarnation, opened his eyes for the last moment and saw thousands of illusory sword lights penetrating the sky, tearing open the dark curtain, and passing through the body of the crow farmer.
In just a moment, the crow-keeper's body was completely chopped into pieces by thousands of sword rays.
Until this moment, there was only a trace of the setting sun's light left, and it completely sank into the mountains at the moment when the crow-keeper's body died.