The middle-aged man wearing a golden mask had to stop again.
He knew who was coming.
Evil Sword Fairy. Huang Ying.
Huang Ying and Huang Zi's names differ by one character, but their strengths are worlds apart.
The middle-aged man had already arrived near the secret realm of the grotto, but he had never dared to enter it because he knew that Huang Zi had been here during this period. But he was also very patient, and he waited until Huang Zi left.
, he entered the secret realm of the grotto with all his might.
Even in order to prevent Huang Zi from backpedaling, he waited until Huang Zi had left for a few days and confirmed that Huang Zi was not setting up an ambush before he dared to enter.
So, how many people are still left in the secret area of the grottoes today?
The middle-aged man knew it all.
A backhand punch.
The punching style is still fierce.
There was a turbulence in the air, and countless spider web cracks appeared in the air.
A long sword was thrust into this crack.
And coincidentally, the point where the tip of the long sword hit was also the center point where the crack spread. It looked like the sword had pierced the space - but everyone knew that this was impossible.
Because the crack appeared because of the middle-aged man's punch.
The crack that was enough to shatter the space blocked the middle-aged man's sword from behind.
However, when the middle-aged man clearly saw the person who stabbed the sword, he couldn't help but raise his brows under the mask.
It was a young man with snow-white skin and a cold face.
Although he looked like an ordinary person, the deathly aura in his body was not at all inferior to that of the mortal world.
There is no doubt that this is not a living person.
When we think of Huang Ying's identity, the identity of the sword-wielding man is naturally obvious.
Corpse repair.
It is similar to ghost cultivator, but the difference is that ghost cultivator loses his physical body and turns to practice in a spiritual body. Such monks will never be able to enter the other side.
Corpse cultivation, on the other hand, uses a special method of corpse refining to turn death into life. Of course, this method of cultivation is not that easy. Instead, it requires a journey from bronze corpse, iron corpse, silver corpse, and gold corpse.
As you practice more, until you finally have spiritual consciousness, understand human nature, and understand yourself, you can truly be regarded as a corpse cultivator, and you will have your own consciousness, temperament, etc., almost no different from human beings.
But even so, the corpse cultivator is still unable to reach the other shore.
But what is better than the ghost cultivator is that as long as the corpse cultivator can convert all the dead energy into vitality and truly reverse death for life, then he can reach the other side.
No one knows whether there were corpse cultivators in the first two eras of the Mysterious World who could do this.
But since the birth of the entire Third Age, only one person has done it.
One of the four co-lords of the sprites and the owner of the Blood Sea Island.
Corpse Ji. Gongsun Ying.
The young man with a skin as white as paper in front of him is naturally not someone who has made a living by defying death. His strength is not even as good as Yan Hongchen - after all, Yan Hongchen is the building owner of Hongchen Building. But at this moment, delay or even
It was enough to distract the masked man.
"Oh."
The handsome young man chuckled.
As a corpse cultivator, although all his memories of his life have disappeared, now that he has regained the strength of the sea of suffering, he has naturally "understood human nature, understood himself" and has his own temperament.
The man turned his wrist, and the tip of the long sword moved forward again, piercing the crack suspended in mid-air.
"Click——"
There was a slight sound.
The tip of the long sword immediately shattered.
The next moment, weird and strange power surged out from the shattered space.
"Are you crazy!?" The masked man finally lost his previous calmness and shouted angrily.
"You are the one who is crazy." A cold voice sounded inexplicably.
The masked man suddenly stiffened.
But his reaction was also very fast, he turned around suddenly and punched forward.
However, because of the stiffness caused by the moment he heard the sound, he still lost the first move after all - the gray sword energy was approaching silently in front of him, if the masked man hadn't turned around without hesitation.
If he punches, he may have been swallowed by the sword energy.
But even so, his attack was still a little too slow, and he failed to completely defeat the sword energy in time.
A muffled groan sounded.
After being defeated, most of the sword energy was dissipated. After all, a lot of sword energy still spilled out and invaded the middle-aged man's body. This caused his robe to soon rot and turned into sand and dust from his body.
Sliding off the body. Similarly, those skins eroded by the sword energy
Dark spots soon appeared on the skin, and it quickly rotted at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, this change was quickly suppressed, and then granulations began to grow from the rotting flesh and blood monks, and
Grows rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But similarly, the growth and recovery of flesh and blood is not directly successful - it will start to rot again after growing to a certain stage.
It was as if two forces were pulling, raging, and confronting each other within the masked man's body.
If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid they would be in agony.
But this masked man never made any sound except for the initial groan.
Just at this time.
The third long sword came out of thin air.
When the long sword is not released, no one can sense its existence at all.
But when the long sword was thrust out, the strong smell of blood instantly filled the air.
The blade of the sword passing through the void was tinged with blood.
Although the masked man had turned his head to dodge, he was probably affected by the injuries on his body, so his movements were slower again. The long sword scratched his shoulder blade. In an instant, the middle-aged man felt as if he had been stabbed.
As if hit by a cannonball, a large piece of flesh and blood on the entire shoulder was instantly lost.
But this time the middle-aged man did not underestimate the enemy so much.
The punch he returned hit the woman who suddenly emerged from the gray smoke of the sword energy.
The punch is strong and fierce.
Transparent strength.
He directly beat the woman to the point where she was bowed up, and then her whole body was also blown away like a cannonball, breaking several stone pillars in the hall.
Then, the woman hit a stone wall, causing the wall to collapse into a large cobweb.
Even her neck was broken.
The power of a punch is so terrifying!
However, as the woman slowly slid down the wall, she suddenly stretched out her hand and cracked her head, and heard a crisp "click" sound. The originally broken cervical vertebrae mysteriously recovered, and then
The woman stood up again, walked to the sword she had dropped, and picked it up again.
The masked man made an extremely dissatisfied smacking sound.
"So, what I hate the most are you people from the Evil Fate Sword Sect."
The masked man looked around at the people around him.
The four disciples of Taiyi Valley may have extraordinary talents, but in this current situation, they are not even qualified to plunder the formation, so there is nothing to worry about.
The only ones eligible to enter the battlefield are two corpses and one Yin spirit.
And there is only one person who can truly be said to be qualified to fight with him.
Evil Sword Fairy. Huang Ying.
"The Evil Fate Sword Sect is a bunch of people who don't respect martial ethics."
"Golden boy."
The gray mist of sword energy slowly dispersed, and Huang Ying walked out of it.
Different from the cold, weird, arrogant, ugly and other appearance imagined by the outside world, Huang Ying is actually a very good-looking man.
Most of the words generally used to describe men are "masculine", "powerful", "handsome", etc.
But if you want to use one word to describe Huang Ying, it can only be "young and beautiful".
Because if Huang Ying didn't speak, and just listened to her name and looked at her appearance, many people would think she was a woman.
At this moment, Huang Ying stared at the masked middle-aged man in front of her with resentment: "You tricked us before to cooperate with your Peeping Immortal Alliance, and now you dare to show up here. I think you are crazy.
Already."
"When did I deceive you?" Jintong sneered, "When I came to your Evil Life Sword Sect, I just gave you a proposal, and wasn't the one who accepted it the leader of your Evil Life Sword Sect?...Moreover,
It is you, the Seven Left Dao Sects, who have roped in other leftist monks to conspire together. What does it have to do with my Peeping Immortal Alliance?...What? Now that Huang Zi has come to settle the score, do you start to feel that you are innocent?"
"Ha." Huang Ying sneered, "Whether it's a lie or not, you will know for yourself in the Immortal Alliance."
"I'm not here to talk nonsense with you." Golden Boy said calmly, "What the Peeping Fairy Alliance has to do has nothing to do with me. The Peeping Fairy League and I are just getting what we need. But there is only one thing.
This is out of my own will and has nothing to do with anyone else...Huang Ying, get out of the way, I just need to kill Ye Jinxuan."
"Impossible." Huang Ying sneered.
"Do you really think of her as the master of the Demon Sect?" Jintong's voice suddenly turned cold, with an unconcealable disappointment in his tone, "It seems that you have also changed... you are no different from the monks in this world.
It’s different.”
"What do you mean?" Huang Ying frowned suddenly.
"I mean to send you on your way."
Jintong's voice suddenly rang out, and he suddenly rushed towards Huang Ying.
Compared with his previous movements, his explosive power suddenly increased by several points. This reaction completely exceeded the expectations of Huang Ying and others.
The two corpse cultivator puppets had already consciously drawn their swords when they saw the golden boy's figure suddenly disappearing. However, their movements were still a bit slow after all, and they could not stop the golden boy who had already exploded with all his strength.
.
In an instant, the golden boy was already in front of Huang Ying.
He made a fist with his right hand and punched Huang Ying directly in the face.
The fist carries fire.
It was the flame that completely burned the blood in his body.
Perhaps the effect of the bombardment on Huang Ying is not as effective as the direct effect on Yan Hongchen, but at least it can add some lethality.
But just when this punch was about to hit Huang Ying's face.
Huang Ying's facial features suddenly began to melt.
Like a candle baked by flames.
His body shape changed rapidly, and his whole image also changed accordingly.
The golden boy seemed to realize something.
But now that he had fired his bow and arrow, he couldn't turn around at all, so the punch could only land as usual, hitting Huang Ying's head that was beginning to melt hard.
The punch fell.
An explosion sounded.
The entire head instantly exploded like a watermelon that had been hit hard by a stick.
But there was no blood splashing out.
It can even be said that there is nothing.
The sound of the sword sounded again from behind the golden boy.
One on the left and one on the right, two lanes in total.
The sharp sword energy completely locked the golden boy. No matter what kind of response the golden boy made, he could not escape the attacks of these two swords.
However, the sword thrust out on the left was obviously a beat slower than the sword thrust out by the female corpse cultivator on the right.
This is also the golden boy's opportunity.
The golden boy turned sideways and dodged the sword that stabbed his back again. At the same time, he punched the female corpse cultivator again, sending her flying away. After that, he turned around and faced the right side again.
Huang Ying stabbed herself with this sword.
Soul exchange.
This is a special secret technique unique to the Evil Fate Sword Sect.
The sword cultivators of the Evil Life Sword Sect are not just as simple as refining corpse puppets - the reason why these corpse puppets can eventually become corpse cultivators is because the disciples of the Evil Life Sword Sect will implant a ray of their own souls into them.
In the bodies of these corpse puppets, this prevents these corpse puppets from retrieving the memories of their predecessors, and also prevents these corpse puppets from betraying themselves and attacking themselves.
Of course, the more important point is that when the disciples of the Evil Life Sword Sect encounter a mortal crisis, they can transfer their souls through the soul-changing technique, allowing their corpses to bear the mortal attack on their behalf, thereby allowing themselves to
Find an opportunity to make a comeback.
It is not without reason that Jintong said that people from the Xie Ming Sword Sect do not practice martial ethics.
Most of the time when fighting against the sword cultivators of the Xieming Sword Sect, it was one-on-two or one-on-three.
Especially those sword cultivators from the Evil Fate Sword Sect who have mastered the secret technique of soul-changing. They even have three lives. Just imagine, not only are you facing three powerful sword cultivators, but you may also have to kill them.
It takes three times to truly defeat your opponent. Who can stand it for ordinary people? And the most outrageous thing is that even if some corpses are beaten to pieces, as long as the disciple of the Evil Sword Sect does not die afterwards, the opponent will always have a way to defeat him.
Repair and restore.
Just like now.
Although Golden Boy punched the young man's corpse cultivator's head, in fact, the other party was not really dead. As long as Huang Ying paid some price afterwards, she could still repair the corpse puppet - of course.
The decline in the opponent's strength is inevitable. But the problem is that corpse cultivators are "people" who can cultivate themselves. Is this decline in strength a problem for him?
It doesn’t count at all!
Facing Huang Ying's power of annihilation, even the golden boy did not dare to hold anything back.
In his right hand, a spear finally appeared.
The body of the gun is completely red.
Bright as blood.
As soon as this gun is fired, there will be screams of screams, reluctance, resentment, anger, and many other strange and hallucinatory sounds.
Many people in the hall were affected by the sound, and their expressions became a little dull.
Huang Ying's face also changed slightly.
But it wasn't that he was also affected by the scream.
But...
He recognized the origin of this spear!
Killing gun!
The two great treasures of the Demon Sect that were as famous as the Butcher in the past!
"You are Cheng Buwei!" Huang Ying screamed.
"The Demon Sect will always have one master!"
The golden boy, or gun king, Cheng Buwei, roared angrily.
