In the broad square in front of the main hall of the Lord of Moji City, Qin Baichuan and others were dancing crazily, with exaggerated movements at the waist and hips as if they were possessed. Almost everyone could only see the turbid whites of their eyes.
A little bit of vitality, and some of those with worse cultivation levels a little further away can even vaguely see sporadic blood foam seeping out from the corners of their mouths. I'm afraid it won't be long before the retrograde impact of vitality will completely kill them.
, it’s a pity that these people originally came to celebrate their birthdays, but now they have to die here.
"Damn skeleton!" Song Zheyuan shouted angrily. It turned out that after several rounds of ordinary attacks, the white bone corpse puppet was not only not damaged at all, but also danglingly grabbed Song Zheyuan's left shoulder with a pair of bone claws. The gray cloth
A long tear was torn in his clothes, and a shallow scar could be seen underneath it. In the past decades, Song Zheyuan has never been so embarrassed since he entered the fighting realm. It was also because he had destroyed his cultivation before.
I was a little impatient, so I buried a hidden wound. In addition, the corpse puppet was weird, and I was able to take advantage of it without paying attention. As time went by, the situation became worse and worse.
"Ancestor!" When Song Xianyu and others saw that their ancestor was injured, they all became worried. Song Zheyuan was a transcendent existence in their hearts, not only because everyone's lives came from this, but the reputation and influence of this ancestor had also been used by the entire family for hundreds of years.
Who would have thought that today our ancestor would be implicated as soon as he came out of seclusion, which is really unfilial to the younger generation. Song Xianyu tried to urge Nei Yuan to help, but after repeated efforts, he was still unable to do what he wanted. Jiatong, Song Yan and others were even weaker.
Like mud, if they weren't supporting each other, they probably wouldn't be able to stand up. "We should have all been attacked by Xiao Bingqin just now." Song Xianyu said softly after seeing everyone's confused looks.
"Grandma Guzu!" Song Jiatong's face was full of sorrow. Wherever she looked, a group of demons danced wildly. When she turned around and found Chen Su, her heart suddenly rose to her throat. She saw that Chen Su still had his eyes closed tightly, and he looked like he was in a coma.
Before she woke up, Jia Tong struggled for a while, trying to get closer. After a long while, she moved in front of Chen Su. Gritting her teeth, she put her delicate hand on Chen Su's cheek and stroked it. She didn't notice anything strange, so she said in confusion.
: "We are all fine, why is Chen Su still not awake?"
Song Yi frowned and frowned, "Auntie, what's going on? What are the bones of the ancestors fighting?"
Song Xianyu slowly shook her head. She couldn't explain clearly, "I don't know, but I vaguely remember that we seemed to be under Xiao Bingqin's illusion. It is said that this guy has never practiced spiritual power. I can't explain the reason."
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"Nine Yang Divine Punishment!" Song Zheyuan finally couldn't hold it back. Even if he was injured, forcing his mental power to use the strongest killing move would hurt his cultivation. However, the Bone Corpse Puppet was really difficult to deal with. In just a short moment,
, has fallen into danger twice, and as time goes by, he also feels that his strength is gradually losing. If he does not stop and adjust his breath immediately, I am afraid that the forty years of life and death will be in vain, so as time goes by,
Song Zheyuan put his palms together, and nine sword lights condensed by his spiritual power appeared behind him. Each sword shadow was about three feet long, hanging in the air, forming a circle, stimulating the sword light, and Song Zheyuan's aura instantly changed.
They had to become vain. At this moment, Song Xianyu and others also fixed their serious eyes on the ancestor. They knew that if the ancestor failed to succeed in this attack, he would probably collapse thousands of miles later.
"The future is uncertain. If anything unexpected happens, I will go and support our ancestors. Song Yan, Jia Tong and you take Chen Su and leave quickly. The forbidden area in the Golden Cave should be able to be avoided." Song Xianyu said in a deep voice, and then his old body slowly slowly
Standing up, such a simple action caused fine beads of sweat to form on the old lady's forehead. She secretly wondered in her heart, how could Xiao Bingqin, whose Yuanli cultivation level was similar to his own, be able to attract nearly a thousand people in the hospital?
Unconsciously fell into an illusion, and the power of this illusion is actually so strong?
"Auntie!" Song Yan's voice was full of sorrow. Song Xianyu turned around with difficulty and comforted: "Yan'er, as the head of a village, if my ancestors and I all die here, you will lead your tribe to the north.
Xinjiang, never come back, the wealth we have saved over the years is enough for a hundred years."
"Aunt!" Song Yuluo looked gloomy, knowing that the current situation was urgent, and supported each other with the two clan elders, "The three of us will stay with you and let Song Yan and the others go."
Song Xianyu smiled miserably, "You are only increasing casualties by staying, Yuluo. Over the years, my aunt has known that you blame me for favoring Yukai. It is my aunt who feels sorry for you." After that, the old lady turned her head and walked towards with difficulty.
Song Zheyuan said without looking back: "Hurry up, I'm afraid it will be too late." Song Yuluo and the two clan elders wanted to follow, but their legs were extremely heavy, and they were scolded by Song Xianyu again.
He stood there in confusion.
At this moment, Song Zheyuan drove a sword light to shoot at the bone corpse puppet, and the corpse puppet's jaw kept making clicking sounds, and it swayed a pair of bone claws to grab Song Zheyuan.
Chi! The sword light passed through the chest, hitting the bone hole that Song Zheyuan had left on Xiao Bingqin's chest before. The Nine-Yang Divine Punishment was Song Zheyuan's unique skill. When his mental power was stimulated, a very faint Yang was born.
The Qi is the restraint of the Earthly Yin Corpse Qi. Unfortunately, Song Zheyuan has been injured and cannot exert 30% of his 100% power. Therefore, although the sword light burned the bones of the chest into a charred black, it cannot suppress the Yin Qi. Senbai's skull
He lowered his head and pointed the bone socket without eyeballs at his chest, as if he saw a scorched blackness. He opened his jaw in annoyance, bit hard, and then rushed towards Song Zheyuan like crazy.
Song Zheyuan also felt that because of his injuries, he could not exert the power of the Nine Sun Divine Punishment. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It was destiny that it was impossible to survive without human power. He had been in a life-and-death lock for forty years, but he died on the day he came out!
Suddenly a sense of sadness came to my heart. When I was depressed, I saw Song Xianyu slowly approaching slowly, and the corpse was also rushing towards me crazily. Only then did I hear that the lives of several descendants depended on me, and I couldn't help but feel angry and bloody.
Swelling up, his eyes condensed, and he activated his essence, and the eight remaining sword lights behind him unexpectedly solidified a lot. Song Zheyuan had never used six sword lights against the enemy since he created this move, and now he activated them at the same time.
The Eight Paths consume a lot of mental energy.
"Go!" Song Zheyuan pointed out with two fingers, the eight sword lights trembled together, and the sound of thirsting for blood came out, and then the sword blades turned around, all aimed at the corpse puppet. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The silver light flashed, and the eight swords
The light was shot at the eight vital points of the corpse puppet's head, shoulders, abdomen, and limbs respectively. When the sword light came, the corpse puppet seemed to be aware of it, and his body was slightly sluggish. He lowered his head and scanned the scorched black on his chest, but after a moment, he still
He continued to rush forward.
Click! In the blink of an eye, eight sword rays were nailed to the corpse puppet. Six swords hit the shoulders, elbows, and knees. The corpse puppet's abdomen was no longer flesh and blood, and the sword rays penetrated his spine. The last sword ray was also
It was shot into the mouth impartially. If the first sword hadn't penetrated the chest, the Nine Yang Divine Punishment would have gathered together for the first time. Unfortunately, the power was only 30%.
Creep! The corpse puppet's originally movable lower jaw was stuck by the sword light, unable to move. The six major joints were locked, and the freedom of movement was suddenly lost. The right leg bone stepped forward stiffly, unable to bend, and the entire skeleton jumped forward.
He fell down, and where it came into contact with the sword light, the blackness gradually spread, and the corpse finally lay on the ground motionless.
Seeing this scene, Song Zheyuan breathed a sigh of relief. Song Xianyu and others also felt relieved. It seemed that the bones had been subdued by the ancestors. Song Zheyuan looked around. Although this was not a place of cultivation, the situation
It was urgent. Dongfang had also turned white. He slowly sat down in the lotus position and concentrated his energy. He had to regulate the chaotic vitality in his body as soon as possible. Otherwise, if the true energy went retrograde, his hundred years of cultivation would be destroyed.
Song Xianyu walked slowly to the side of his ancestor, knowing that the latter was adjusting his breath and internal energy, so he stood quietly and did not dare to disturb him. At this time, Song Yan and others also felt a little at ease. After all, their ancestor was a master of martial arts and dual-pole cultivation.
The bones had been taken care of, so they no longer had to rush to leave. Song Jiatong was anxiously supporting Chen Su, whose eyes were still closed, not knowing what had happened to him and not daring to move rashly.
"Chirp!" It was just a cup of tea away from Song Zheyuan's concentration and breathing. Suddenly, a slight and sharp cry sounded around the square. In the silent dawn, the sound spread very far, reaching into the sky. This sound was loud
However, Song Xianyu and others were shocked, as if they were struck by lightning. Song Yan hurriedly raised his hands to cover his head, but the chirping sound lingered in his eardrums for a long time.
"Chen Su!" Song Jiatong suddenly roared at the top of her lungs, because in her pupils, Chen Su's expressionless face gradually lost color, and her muscles were shrinking rapidly, but Chen Su's tightly closed eyes had a crack.
A thin, blood-red tongue came out and touched the dry lips, then bit it towards Jia Tong. "Ah!" Song Jia Tong exclaimed in shock, her face turned pale with fright, and when she stepped back, she felt extremely weak and unable to lift.
With a bit of strength, he could only let his body fall backwards and hit the ground heavily. When he raised his eyes to look at Chen Su, the latter's eyes were closed as before and his cheeks were rosy.
"Hallucination?" Song Jiatong suddenly realized, but the corpse puppet's illusion should have been solved just now. Why did he hallucinate again? Subconsciously, he looked at the white bones lying on the ground. The skeleton was still motionless. Could it be that he had spared his energy?
Not going yet?
At this moment, he heard a series of popping sounds beside him. Song Jiatong saw his father, second uncle, clan elder and others falling to the ground one after another, and they all fell asleep on the ground as if they were in a deep sleep. "Dad!" Jiatong said with both hands.
Her lips trembled, but her voice was almost inaudible. Only then did she realize that her consciousness seemed to have been separated from her body and she was losing control.
Gu Ga, the skull lying on the ground suddenly bounced, and then the joints that had turned into a charred black color and could not move trembled and creaked, and the power of the eight sword lights quickly dissipated because Song Zheyuan fell into silence.
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"The ghost is really lingering!" Song Xianyu frowned when he saw this change. At present, his ancestor has been locked in a deep sleep, and it is difficult to wake up for a while. If he is forcibly awakened, his life may be in danger, and besides himself, there is no one else here.
Tong and others all fell to the ground again. It seemed that the corpse puppet had been in this situation for a long time, and just now it was just pretending to deceive the ancestors.