The almost windless air is like transparent water. When people pass through it at high speed, the violent sound of wind can sound like thunder in their ears.
Wang Chen's heart was as calm as a lake at the moment.
Just like taking a leisurely stroll, it is natural to pick up the inner elixir stored in the body of the corpse cultivator.
From the moment he stepped into the sky, all he could see was the figure sitting cross-legged thousands of feet away.
In the peripheral vision, the dilapidated city wall,
The originally magnificent building, the half-collapsed high-rise building, the uneven deep pit,
Lifeless dead trees, a palace city filled with a rotten atmosphere, and countless lifeless scenery retreated rapidly, eventually disappearing from sight.
Turning around, he saw the palace in front of him that vaguely recalled the original grandeur, with countless fist marks and sword marks, countless densely cracked cracks, and the simple stone pillars that had remained straight for thousands of years, but were damaged everywhere, with different heights and carved dragons and phoenixes.
In just a few breaths, it was like experiencing the birth and demise of this dynasty called Tengguo in his eyes.
Under the moonlight, the continuously rotating inner elixir slowly floated into the corpse cultivator's dry mouth.
It swallowed it in one gulp, and then, the green corpse energy rippled like water, and the slender figure slowly stood up.
The night wind blew its tattered body, its long dry hair and countless strips of cloth dancing in the air, making it look inexplicably desolate.
The corpse cultivator slowly turned his head and stared at Wang Chen who was approaching rapidly without any surprise. His pale face without a trace of blood, his eyes flashed red.
The straight and dry figure quickly enlarged in Wang Chen's eyes.
The six-path sword made a buzzing sound in his hand.
The wrist was slightly bent, and the sword was like a crescent moon in the sky, slashing down suddenly in a mysterious arc.
With the momentum of flying in the air, the sword energy entangled in the six swords streaked through the air, and merged together to make a buzzing buzz.
The golden sword energy illuminated the expressionless face of the corpse cultivator. It bowed slightly, like a slender spring. Its dry hands were enveloped by two green and cold fires, and the fingertips suddenly popped out like white jade.
Nails, scratch them hard!
Boom!
Two extremely powerful forces collided in the air, and a huge half-gold and half-green spark burst out.
The sword energy and the cold fire simultaneously decomposed and shattered at the moment of collision.
The remaining sparks flew through the air and fell to a larger or smaller extent, but for a moment, they illuminated the faces of Wang Chen and the corpse cultivator at the same time. Neither of them showed any expression, and they suddenly separated in opposite directions in an instant.
Bang!
The roof paved with glazed tiles shattered, and the corpse cultivator seemed to have been knocked away by a giant beast. His body was submerged in the ink-like darkness in the palace city, and there were three consecutive violent collision sounds.
The surviving side hall seemed to have not realized that a big hole had been damaged above its head. The bricks and tiles were like dominoes, slowly sliding down in circles, and finally collapsed.
The footsteps crossed the rising smoke and dust, and Wang Chen's figure had disappeared into the darkness of the palace.
There is light in the hall, and the dark miasma around it is like a shady curtain pulled up by greedy people who don't want to share even a glimmer of light with others.
The remaining straight and neat dragon pillars and the pure gold reflective hall tell the story of the original grandeur of the Teng Kingdom.
The corpse cultivator was unscathed and was sitting on a dilapidated dragon chair in the middle of the hall. Next to the dragon chair was an ever-burning lamp, which was now contaminated by the strong corpse aura and emitted a faint green light.
"Fellow Taoist." The corpse cultivator actually spoke, his voice was high-pitched and unpleasant.
"There isn't much conflict between us, so why bother fighting like this? As long as you leave this palace, we can go our separate ways and live in peace."
Its pale skin was covered with bones. Even though it looked strange and ferocious, Wang Chen still saw a sense of leisure and contentment in its expression.
"Okay." Wang Chen turned around and left without saying a word.
Almost at the moment Wang Chen turned around, the corpse cultivator appeared behind him like a ghost, and a pale claw came over silently.
Like most corpse kings, before cultivating into a corpse immortal, a corpse cultivator cannot leave the place where his corpse transformed. Otherwise, the farther away he is, the weaker his corpse energy will be, and even the path to death will disappear.
In the past three years, it had watched Wang Chen transform from an ant at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, who could not even withstand his claws, to a being that could threaten it, and it was extremely anxious.
During this period, it took advantage of Wang Chen's opportunity to kill the zombie cultivator in the city wall and get slightly closer to the palace. It did not know how many times it plotted against Wang Chen. However, the cultivator in front of it seemed to have an extremely keen intuition, which made all his plots fall on him.
Empty space.
At this moment, the prey has fallen into a trap, how could he let it go?
With a movement of his wrist, the Six-Path Sword flipped up with golden light, facing the ghost claws that could separate gold and break jade.
Over the past three years, Wang Chen's progress in sword techniques was most vividly demonstrated in this sword that was as heavy as it was light.
bite.
The crisp sound echoed in the stone chamber.
Like a pebble falling onto a calm lake, this soft sound shattered the illusion of this palace.
A dark green storm rose and enveloped the hall, bringing with it a pungent stench.
There seemed to be terrible poison in the wind, as if it was trying to penetrate Wang Chen's body from every pore.
Dang!
Dang!
Dang!
A surge of powerful real power exploded between the sword tip and claws.
One person and one corpse said nothing, and they continued to fight to the death with several moves.
Every blow would bring out sparks that would disappear, like lightning piercing the darkness of the palace.
The sword energy that collided and collapsed flew in all directions, leaving deep carvings on the hard gold and stone with a popping sound.
The corpse cultivator looked ferocious, but with every blow, it had to take a step back, and every step left deep footprints on the floor made of pure gold.
"Impossible! Even if you have the power to destroy demons, you can't ignore the miasma and corpse poison here!" the corpse cultivator screamed.
This is the place where it practices. It has accumulated thousands of years of corpse poison and miasma. Even a foundation-building monk who specializes in destroying magic will be absolutely sure to make the other party fall as long as he dares to step into this palace.
Unexpectedly, I met such a cultivator, who inherited the true secret of restraining evil spirits. He was not afraid of the miasma at all, and even looked calm despite his own ten thousand-year-old corpse poison.
"Actually, I am holding on. At this moment, I am already filled with poisonous energy, and I can't hold on for much longer." Wang Chen looked calm, and then swung his sword fiercely.
Dang!
The brilliant sparks disappeared in a flash, and the corpse cultivator once again took a step back in embarrassment.
"You must have a secret, but no matter what secret you have, you will die here today!" the corpse cultivator screamed, his hair like withered grass fluttering, his eyes suddenly turned dark, looking extremely weird.
It grabbed it hard and swung away the six swords. It quickly closed and separated its hands, revealing a crystal-clear jade bone sword in its hands.
"rise!"
The cold, thin voice actually caused a dense number of strange sounds.
Wuwuwu, ghost cries spread everywhere, echoing in the empty palace city. Countless green resentful spirits flew out from the bone sword and rushed down overwhelmingly, turning the place into a ghost prison.
The golden light of the sword seal circulated behind him, and Wang Chen pinched the magic formula in his hand.
The mellow golden light lit up and turned into a light shield to block countless vengeful spirits, allowing the vengeful spirits to hit the light shield composed of dense sword energy.
Sword Control Technique, Baifa Mingmen!
The Six-Path Sword is the true power of destroying demons. When the resentful spirits come into contact, they will be burned into a puff of green smoke. However, these resentful spirits do not die, but instead hit the shield more and more crazily, instantly like ants rushing towards honey.
, wrapping Wang Chen in it.
"Death!" The corpse cultivator smiled ferociously, following him like a shadow, and slashed down with a sword carrying overwhelming green flames.
boom!
At this moment, the light shield formed by the Sword Control Technique exploded, turning into golden flames that scattered all over the sky.
The corpse cultivator had not yet swung his sword and had no time to dodge. He was possessed by a large amount of golden flames and let out a shrill scream.
The swooping resentful spirit was sprinkled by the nemesis-like golden flame, howling miserably, turning into streaks of blue smoke in the air.
A foul smell began to fill the air.
"You actually ruined my Taoism! You deserve to die!" The corpse cultivator looked a bit miserable. Half of his face was burned off by the golden flames, revealing the white bones, which was extremely terrifying.
"Thousands of ghost spirits have returned to me!"
"Evil ghost body!" He raised his bone sword high, and the ghost spirit wandering in the mausoleum rushed towards him, and the dense ghost energy turned into dark clothes and enveloped him.
His long hair was flying, and his whole body was covered in a layer of faint green light. Two sharp fangs suddenly popped out of his mouth, and his momentum rose rapidly.
Wang Chen was a little surprised. He felt like he was fighting a powerful cultivator.
From the moment the evil ghost was released to the current evil ghost body.
The corpse cultivator obviously masters a certain inheritance, and such a strange existence has surpassed the corpse king.