The flying fragments and sticky liquid landed at his feet. Lu Bu, who was looking up at the faint light, slowly lowered his face and turned his head to look at the few remaining people over there.
Zhu Jingshu, Fei He, Fei Xuanze and the other five people subconsciously took a step back.
Over there, Lu Bu glanced at a few people, glanced at the two Jianmen disciples, Fei Xuanze and Feihe, and snorted: "You are not even as good as a woman, you weakling, get out! As for you..."
His eyes fell on Zhu Jingshu, and he turned around directly, his voice spreading calmly.
"A certain family disdains fighting with women."
"you!"
The unruly tone made Zhu Jingshu look angry, but she was hesitant to take action. Once the other party was angered, the three junior brothers who came with her might all die. Now that the senior brother is dead, no one else can be implicated.
Death.
When Lu Bu saw that there was no more sound behind him, he sneered at the corner of his mouth, looked around, and finally looked at the crazy old man on the ground.
"Very strong, would you like to have a fight with someone?"
Madman, arrogant.
These words made everyone a little stunned. Wasn't the god and ghost invited by Chen Yuan? Why did he even want to beat one of his own people?
However, at this time, the restless shadows in the cave became hysterical, the mountain shook slightly, and figures emerged from the mountain wall in the peripheral vision of everyone, but ignored them, like fish swimming in the water, spreading quickly against the ground, one after another towards the ground.
The ghost holding the painted halberd roared and rushed forward.
Figures emerged from the ground and clawed at him, or frantically tried to squeeze into the tall body. Everyone's scalp went numb for a while, but the ghost holding the halberd just stood there and let these things tear into his body and get in.
.
"Can't he feel it?"
Looking at this scene, Feihe's voice was a little dry. He knew how powerful these things were. They were silent and breathless. Once they got into his body, it would be unbearable pain, as if his consciousness had been torn apart.
Cut in half.
"A certain family has been brave throughout their lives, with thousands of troops and horses coming and going freely..."
Over there, Lu Bu lowered his gaze, stretched out his hand to grab a black shadow, and held it in front of his face to look at it: "...You are worthy of competing with a certain family?!"
A faint golden light glowed in his hand and he squeezed it, and the struggling black shadow instantly vaporized.
next moment.
The tall body shook violently, and the countless black shadows clinging to the body instantly flew around. Some of them disappeared like melting snow, while others crawled back to the cave wall and disappeared with shrill screams.
Everyone stared blankly at that figure, with a slight chill in their hearts. If the other party had just been paranoid and wanted to kill them, no one would be able to stand now.
At this time, Lu Bu's voice echoed in the cave, and he walked towards the crazy old man over there, and dropped his halberd to the ground. The tip of the halberd scratched the hard ground, pulling out long sparks.
"Old madman, you are stronger than everyone here... Come and fight a certain family!"
The crazy old man blinked and then shook his head.
"You are my apprentice!"
"There is no master in a certain family...if there is, he is already dead." Lu Bu looked at the old man on the ground. As he gradually raised his halberd, his figure suddenly stiffened, as if he was fighting for something, and gradually began to tremble, and his expression suddenly became ferocious.
When he got up, there was a clang, and the painted halberd fell to the ground. He reached out and pressed it on his face.
In an instant, a burst of white energy rose up all over his body, and his tall figure gradually shrank, and his appearance returned to that of Chen Yuan. He was dressed in armor, and the Jin's three-pronged golden crown also turned into a shadow, and then disappeared. Chen Yuan opened his eyes,
He staggered, and was caught by the crazy old man who rushed over. He leaned against the old man, coughing violently, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.
This is the backlash of the bondage of patricide, and it is also the restriction on Wushuang.
The stronger the strength, the greater the backlash effect.
'Fortunately, it was stopped in time. Lu Bu is strong, but he is not very restrained... Maybe that's why he is the flying general Lu Bu...'
What Chen Yuan didn't notice was that the wooden sculpture of Lu Bu on the ground also recovered at this time. Looking at the small figure and the body without mana, he stamped his feet angrily.
Then, he saw four wooden sculptures, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, Qin Qiong, and Yuchi Gong, surrounding them. Their single wooden faces seemed to reveal malicious smiles...
'Huh, let's go together, someone is afraid of someone coming!'
In the darkness, the five puppets were beaten into a ball, causing smoke and dust to surround them. Only the snake spear, Guandao, double mace, double whip, and painted halberd could be seen waving and smashing incessantly.
Yuchi Gong wanted to rush out, but was pushed back by Lu Bu; Lu Bu ran out of the battle group, but was dragged back by Zhang Fei. From time to time, red-faced wooden sculptures were shot out, with a beard, dragging wooden swords and rushed back; Qin Qiong lost an arm
, quickly picked it up and put it on, smashed it with both maces and said "Ah!" and rushed in again.
There were only four wooden horses of different colors blinking around, looking at each other, staring blankly at the fight in the dark.
…
Perhaps it was too noisy, so Chen Yuan recovered for a while and withdrew the enlightenment technique.
It suddenly became quiet over there.
He exhaled, suppressing the discomfort of depleted mana, and looked silently at Qin Shouyan, who was only half-remained on the ground. Although he was not killed by his own hands, he could not escape the relationship. He had a grudge against Canglan Sword Sect.
"...Now that things have happened, you will definitely not believe what I say. In the future, if you want an explanation from Canglan Sword Sect, I will accept it."
Zhu Jingshu looked at the recovered Chen Yuan in silence, stood up and stood in front of the man. They looked at each other for a moment. The woman didn't say a word, turned around and picked up the magic sword that belonged to Qin Shouyan on the ground, returned to the three junior brothers, and walked straight away
Go to the corridor outside the cave.
The empty cave became quiet.
The mummy on the altar seemed to be watching a play with everything going on in front of him. He looked at Chen Yuan and made a hoarse and unpleasant sound as if he was laughing.
"Is it funny!"
Chen Yuan turned back to look at the other party. In his peripheral vision, the 'full moon' still existed above, but it just stopped motionless on top of the mummy's head.
He stepped forward.
On the altar, apart from a crystal clear ball, there was a booklet left under the mummy, as well as pen and ink that could no longer be used.
"This booklet is the one your brother stole, right?"
Chen Yuan picked up the book, blew away the thick dust on it, and opened it in front of the mummy. When he saw the contents recorded one by one, Chen Yuan felt angry in his heart.
Almost every paragraph is about the stolen babies, how many there are, and where they are transported from. Towards the end, each sentence becomes a cruel word count.
And those children were knocked into jars and sealed with magical power, and were actually sacrificed to the 'Full Moon', while their bodies were left for the local people, those black shadows, to eat.
But later, the anger on Chen Yuan's face gradually faded, and he gritted his teeth.
He raised his face and looked at the mummy: "Are you worshiping these things to suppress the abyss?"
The page of the book in my hand was written with a short sentence: There is a demon in the land, and it appears every hundred years. We will devote ourselves to serving the demon, just to save more people from misfortune.
hehe……
Over there, the mummy just grinned hoarsely and shook the iron chains on its arms as if to answer. Chen Yuan continued to turn the pages of the book, only to realize that the 'full moon' was a magical weapon named: Sun and Moon Tong. The stone tablet is a pattern of suppression. Even Chang Wei doesn't know how many years it has been there.
The truth is too cruel.
Chen Yuan looked at Chang Wei whose hands were bound by iron chains engraved with magic circles. Kill him? But what he did was for more people outside; if he didn't kill him, how innocent would those who died be? Death in vain.
hehe……
Amidst the laughter of the mummy, Chen Yuan took the book and left the altar without knowing how. He helped Sun Zhengde up and walked step by step outside the cave. The Taoist priest Feihe who had not left followed him and took the book. After reading the contents, I was confused.
"Pindao will inform the disciples about this matter, and the Tianshi Mansion will definitely handle the matter. Fellow Daoist Chen don't have to worry."
Chen Yuan nodded, turned around and looked back. He raised his head and looked at the stone tablet that seemed to reach the sky and the earth, as well as the densely packed runes on it. For a moment, it seemed to be imprinted in his mind, and an indescribable feeling emerged. heart.
It's like I realized something.
After walking out of the mountains, it was already sunny outside, and the town market in Yongxiang was still full of life. Villagers hawking mountain goods were hawking along the streets, and shouting hawkers were walking through the streets carrying burdens.
Bright light shone across the dilapidated courtyard. Chen Yuan tore off a page from the last page of the book, which was a family letter written by Chang Wei. He pulled the old woman to sit under the eaves and read it to her.
I just changed some words and said that Chang Wei went to visit the immortals and traveled around the mountains and rivers.
Knowing that her son was still alive, the old woman smiled and shed tears. She cried for a while, then laughed again, wiped the tears on her hands, and got up to start eating.
In the sunshine, in the handwriting of the family letter in Chen Yuan's hand, there is a dim cave room, with a weak light illuminating the figures kneeling on the altar.
Chang Wei was thin and decadent. He held the brush and looked at the blank space at the end of the book. He wrote stroke by stroke with ink:
… When I was young, I didn’t know the hardships and didn’t believe in gods and ghosts. When I grew up, I realized that the world is difficult and gods and ghosts do not protect ordinary people like us. The child was chasing the whereabouts of his father and accidentally learned the secret. He was so entangled in his heart that he did evil things. It hurts, but I have no regrets. I am willing to use my body to serve the demons.
My only regret is that I can't take care of my wife and children and fulfill my husband's duties, and I can't serve my mother and fulfill my filial piety.
The pen and ink fell heavily on the last few words: Chang Wei's masterpiece.