Chapter 164 The gate of hell opens, life and death are broken
As the black mist rolled in, Zhao Zhiyu's aura gradually became stronger.
There was a coldness in the air and black mist shrouded the air. The nails on Zhao Zhiyu's hands suddenly grew longer and turned black, like zombies in the movie, hideous and terrifying.
The ordinary people around me felt their scalps go numb.
On the Wu family side of Dongyang, Yuan Zhentong suddenly exclaimed: "The secret technique of corpse puppet!"
"I never expected that there are actually people who practice the secret art of corpse puppets!"
Wu Dagui, the head of the Wu family, asked in a solemn voice: "Master Yuan, is this corpse puppet secret technique very powerful?"
"nonsense!"
"To be able to practice the secret technique of corpse puppet, you need a complete warrior corpse that has been around for two hundred years, and the host also needs to have the cultivation level of a martial arts master to prevent the corpse energy from corroding the internal organs, heart and soul."
Yuan Zhentong said more and more, and the expression on his face became even more ugly: "Fifty years ago, there were rumors in the world that Youge was secretly digging ancient tombs to collect the corpses of warriors!"
"Some people even say that there are hidden forces behind Youge. These hidden forces were cultivating warrior corpse puppets hundreds of years ago. This was taboo in China. At that time, there was almost an uproar and Youge became a public enemy!"
"But later on, I don't know what happened. It ended without any problem, and Youge gradually became low-key."
Speaking of this, he raised his head to look at Zhao Zhiyu, frowned and said: "It seems that the rumors back then were not unfounded. Youge was practicing evil arts!"
Wow! One word caused a stir.
Everyone turned to look at Zhao Zhiyu. Ordinary people were fine, but those warriors had anger in their eyes.
If Youge digs warriors' tombs to look for their corpses, doesn't it mean that after they are laid to rest a hundred years later, they may be dug up again by Youge?
"Humph! What a wonderful Jiangbei Youge!"
A cold snort sounded.
The one who spoke was the white-haired old man standing on the ring. He was the manager of Shilong Town and a martial arts master.
"What, are you going to break the rules of Shilong Town and attack me?"
Zhao Zhiyu was not afraid at all. He turned around and said with a serious smile: "Others are afraid of you in Shilong Town, but I, Youge, am not afraid of you ants."
He turned around and looked around the audience, and laughed ferociously: "In this world, the strong are respected, so what if I, Youge, am powerful and practice secret arts?
Yuan Zhentong, don’t act so arrogant in front of me. If you have the guts, come up to the ring with me."
Zhao Zhiyu's face was full of provocation, with a hint of evil charm at the corner of his mouth.
Yuan Zhentong was so angry that his face was livid, but he hesitated for a while and still did not dare to reply.
Martial arts masters also have strengths and weaknesses. He advanced to the master's level through qigong and was extremely sensitive to qi movement. The cold aura that Zhao Zhiyu exuded at this time was no longer something he could resist.
"Boom -" a loud noise erupted on the arena.
I saw that the black mist around Zhao Zhiyu became thicker and thicker, and the black mist even rolled up and revealed a ferocious grimace behind him. The grimace was not nothingness, but the dead warrior he had fused.
This is You Pavilion's real secret technique, the corpse puppet secret technique! Absorb the evil spirit from the dead warrior's corpse, fuse it with yourself, and enhance your combat power.
Today, Zhao Zhiyu's strength is already considered a strong one among martial arts masters.
"The various secret arts and magical powers of China are truly wonderful!"
"This Corpse Puppet Secret Technique is already comparable to the magical power inherited from my Ghost Witch Sect!"
Zha Kun, the top disciple of the Witch Ghost Sect, had his eyes glowing, staring at Zhao Zhiyu with greed, as well as some fear and panic.
He was not afraid of Zhao Zhiyu's strength, but he was afraid of the magical powers and secret techniques of Chinese practitioners.
He Tianxiong asked in a solemn voice: "Mr. Zakun, this person... do you have any solution?"
"What, do you mean you don't believe me?"
Zakun glanced at He Tianxiong and said in a cold tone: "Although this person's ability to perform secret arts has skyrocketed, he is still no match for me."
"Mr. Zakun is worried too much. Of course I believe you."
He Tianxiong quickly apologized, but felt relieved inside.
At this time, Zhao Zhiyu was still completely fused with the corpse puppet, and the black mist turned into a ghost floating behind him, looking extremely terrifying.
"Tang Xuantian, everyone says you are arrogant, but it turns out that you are so arrogant today."
"If you were not so arrogant, attacking during the time when I am merging the corpse puppet may cause the secret technique to fail, but now..." Zhao Zhiyu's eyes burst out with a fierce light: "You will definitely die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ferocious ghost figure behind him suddenly opened its bloody mouth and engulfed him with an evil aura as it moved towards the front to devour him.
Zhao Zhiyu was not idle either. The moment the Corpse Puppet took action, his right hand turned into a claw and his nails clawed at Tang Ming's heart like a blade.
The double murderous intention was launched almost at the same time.
As for Tang Ming, who was standing opposite, his expression was calm at all, but if you look closely, you would find a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Is this low-level secret art of the ghost path worthy of killing me?"
Tang Ming smiled lightly and waved his sleeves, and a blue flame suddenly burst out.
"Bang!"
The green flame exploded, and the sparks scattered but did not go out. Instead, they turned into dozens of flames, floating in the void like will-o'-the-wisps.
"I happen to know how to use ghost magic, and I will open your eyes today."
In Tang Ming's dark eyes, there was a captivating cold light.
Back then, the Qing Emperor, as the Immortal Emperor, suppressed the Nine Netherworlds, cut off the Styx River with one palm, and used the water of the Styx River to sharpen the supreme immortal body, and then created the "Qingming Creation Technique".
Qingming Qingming, what is Qingming.
Green represents rich vitality.
Pluto represents endless death and silence.
The Nine Levels of Netherworld is where ghosts gather, and the Qingming Creation Technique incorporates many top ghostly magical powers. Now that Tang Ming has cultivated the supreme Qingming Dao body, he can naturally display some of his ghostly powers.
"Woo!"
Wind blows.
A dark wind blew from beside Tang Ming, and the temperature inside the entire Shilong Martial Arts Hall dropped sharply.
"The gate of hell opens, ending life and death!"
"amnesty!"
Tang Ming uttered a mysterious sound, and there were gusts of gloomy wind and waves of ghostly mist all around him, and a crack suddenly appeared in the void.
Ghost Gate! This crack is the legendary Ghost Gate, connecting the Nine Netherworlds.
When the crack appeared, everyone shivered uncontrollably.
The crack was extremely deep, floating beside Tang Ming, exuding an endless breath of death. Everyone who saw this crack, whether ordinary people or warriors, felt dizzy.
Then, a cold air swept across, and the eyes of ordinary people in the audience became dull, as if they were hypnotized.
They have been possessed by the aura of death and silence.
The only ones who could stay awake at this time were masters above the martial arts master level. Zha Kun, Yuan Zhentong, and even Shi Yue in the box all looked at Tang Ming with horror on their faces.
"hiss--!"
The black mist ghost face that was swallowing Tang Ming suddenly let out a scream of fear when it came to Tang Ming.
As if seeing a natural enemy, it trembled all over, the black mist fluctuated violently and almost collapsed, as if it was trembling.