Faintly, a painful and low howl was heard, and the foul-smelling black smoke spewed out from the broken neck of the statue.
"I'm sorry, my swordsmanship is not good, I cut in the wrong position." Wang Chen's expression did not change.
In the black air that filled the sky, only the sword light of the six swords flashed continuously. In an instant, the statue was chopped into several pieces, but the chain was never harmed.
The broken pieces were like ignited charcoal that was constantly evaporating, showing a flawless white color, and in an instant they turned into dry and decayed prototypes.
Then, tiny bits of dark fire ignited in the incisions of countless fragments, and the fragments slowly burned and melted.
In the black smoke, the statue turned into a tall young man with a strange face. This was a thousand-year-old corpse king. It was originally smooth and flawless, but now it looked like a puppet broken into pieces by a naughty boy.
One place.
"Yellow-mouthed child, how dare you!" The white-faced, beardless head shouted angrily, and his voice was full of majesty, like a king. Then he howled in pain, like thousands of ghosts crying together.
The broken part of the head also began to light up with golden sparks.
The dark wind howled, but the ever-bright lamp suddenly turned green and swayed uncertainly.
A foul smell came from the lamp plate, the smell of corpse oil lighting the lamp.
After calming down his violent breathing, under this green light, Wang Chen turned his head. On the corridor at the door, two demons, one white and one red, stood on the spot.
Obviously their appearance was more terrifying, but Wang Chen's action of turning around and looking back while holding the six-path sword seemed to make them tremble and stop.
Then, the two strange and terrifying bodies, red and white, began to burn from the feet up. The invisible flames continued to engulf their bodies, and finally turned into a ball of foul-smelling ashes under Wang Chen's gaze.
The corpse king's body continued to dissolve, black smoke rose, and the stench hit his nostrils.
Naturally, Xiaoyao couldn't smell the smelly black smoke, so she rounded her eyes and opened her mouth unscrupulously. After a long while, she asked: "Wang Chen, how could you tell that this guy was lying to you?"
In her opinion, if the female ghost in white tried to trick Wang Chen into drawing the sword, there would be traces to follow.
That the demon-suppressing statue in front of you is actually the transformation of a monster, there is absolutely no flaw in it.
Wang Chen sat down. He had tried his best since he was chasing Yin Shiyu. Now that the crisis was over, he suddenly felt exhausted physically and mentally. But he held the Six Path Sword tightly in his hand. He loved it so much that he didn't want to let go for a moment.
open.
"When we first entered this tomb, do you remember those painted stone slabs?"
"Remember." Xiao Yao nodded. She remembered that the painting on the slate was a bit scary, and Wang Chen died on the painting. After thinking about it carefully, Xiao Yao said: "But I don't think there is any problem."
"There's really no problem, but that's actually the biggest problem."
"Those slates actually predicted the scene where Yin Shiyu would chase me, so I could be prepared in advance. But don't you think, these so-called prophecy slates are very redundant, as if they were afraid that I would die in the tunnel.
?" Wang Chen continued.
"You must know that in any mausoleum, the owner of the tomb does not want to be disturbed by others, and would like to install more mechanisms to kill the visitors. How could he use a prophetic mural as a false reminder? At that time, I thought that the mural had another purpose.
, but in the end, I still felt that the mural was very redundant.”
"It wasn't until I stood in front of the Corpse King that I realized that the owner of the tomb made a choice between the Yin Corpse Jade and me, because the Yin Corpse Jade is a master of the ghost way, and the Corpse King may not be able to deal with such masters after being sealed.
, and may have been controlled by Yinshiyu through ghost ways, so he chose me and gave me information that was asymmetrical to Yinshiyu."
"Fortunately, you are really weak." Xiaoyao suddenly realized.
Wang Chen glanced at Xiao Yao inexplicably and felt a little worried. He paused and said: "Then I saw the skeleton. But in its storage bag, there was a four-character Feng Shui secret book, which included "Suppressing Demons"
The records of the array.”
"There was no problem with this originally. The demon-suppressing formation was just one of several formations recorded in it. But once I read this book and was brought to the bronze coffin by the female ghost in white, what would happen?
"
"You will recall the description of the demon-suppressing array in the four-character Feng Shui secret technique." A little medicine is enough to create a passage.
Wang Chen nodded and said: "Yes, I will remember the records in the four-character Feng Shui secret technique, and then I will be convinced of the content of the demon-suppressing array, so I will try every means to break the seal and release the corpse king."
While talking, Wang Chen took out the four-character Feng Shui secret technique, but unexpectedly found that the page recording the demon-suppressing array turned into a piece of yellow paper money.
He was a little stunned. He had never thought of this kind of deception.
It seems that in the world of cultivation, apart from the great supernatural powers of cultivators, these accomplished demons, ghosts, and ghosts are unable to guard against all kinds of tricks, and they are proficient in scheming and calculating. It is really a bit of luck and guesswork that I was able to break through this time.
"The Corpse King chose me because I am relatively weak, but although I am weak, it does not mean that I am stupid. Therefore, there is also a problem with his choice, because I am so weak that it is impossible to reach this point, so the corpse ghost is forced to do more
Show no mercy. Think about it. Ever since I stepped into this formation, it has looked very dangerous and pressing. Apart from letting me practice a long-distance run and forcing me to come here, have I ever been in such a dangerous situation?
Have I been hurt at all?"
"I still have some self-awareness about how much I weigh. People's luck cannot be so bad over and over again. If I were the King of Corpses, I would wait for a more suitable candidate."
After thinking about it, Wang Chen stood up and said, "It's hard to say. Who can bear the loneliness of being bound for thousands of years? Maybe this corpse king has a more perfect trap, but he can't wait any longer."
"I have another question." Xiao Yao said, what would have happened if you had drawn your sword in front of the female ghost in white?" She now somewhat admired Wang Chen's plan, so she was very curious.
And although she was timid, she really wanted to know what was inside the bronze coffin. This unknown feeling was like a cat scratching her.
"Nine times out of ten, nothing will happen." Wang Chen thought for a moment and said.
"I suspect that this formation is not a demon-suppressing formation at all, but a sword-raising formation. I once heard that the sword has a spirit, and it may have to drink blood continuously, or it must constantly subjugate and eliminate demons in order to be able to use it.
A rare magical weapon. I don’t know which powerful person suppressed the three zombie kings here and constantly purified the zombie kings.
The corpse energy of the two corpse kings was used to maintain the sword. Later, it is very likely that this person died, and no one knew where he maintained the sword. Over the years, the corpse energy of the two corpse kings was purified and fell into the coffin, leaving only Xiu.
For the strongest corpse king, he controlled two corpse demons to intercept and kill the cultivators so that their vitality and blood could survive, and at the same time, he was looking for a way out of trouble."
"That's it..."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Xiaoyao's eyes lit up, and she reacted very quickly, as if she had a money-loving instinct.
"Of course I won't wait." Wang Chen smiled and walked out.
The target is naturally the other two Six Path Swords.
Fang took a step forward, and the six-path sword in his hand suddenly vibrated. The long sword covered with Sanskrit characters seemed to have been stimulated by something, and the golden light suddenly shone brightly, making people unable to stare at it.
The Six-Path Sword couldn't help but tremble, as if it was about to break free. How could Wang Chen let go, clenching his teeth and holding on tightly.
Boom! With the Six Paths Sword as the center, a golden air column shot straight up into the sky, penetrated the soil beneath the ground, and shot straight into the sky thousands of feet away.
"Like this again?" Wang Chen was shocked. Such movement, just like the arrival of Tao Fruit into the world, can easily attract cultivators from the outside world!
"I gave it my all!"
"It took a lot of effort!"
"Is it possible to escape the rule that only the strong can have opportunities after all?!"
"What a thief! I am your father! Stop it!"
The anger of departure made Wang Chen shout hoarsely, his eyes were full of madness, and his ancestral energy flowed crazily, pouring into the sword flowing with Sanskrit, just like the silver-gray river rushing upstream, wanting to
Swallow that piece of golden light.
The voice of the sage came faintly in his ears, getting louder and louder from far to near, but sweet and ethereal, as if seeping from every pore of his body and imprinted on the depths of his consciousness.
Under the light, Wang Chen was stunned.
"It is a kind of existence that is different from ordinary magic formulas. It is impossible to be carried by jade slips. It is like being poured directly into your consciousness..."
inheritance...
"I'm afraid this is the so-called inheritance."
The next moment, his consciousness seemed to be immersed in another world.