Hu Daogui was already very old, and now he was decaying even faster. His skin and flesh were dried up, like the bark of an old tree with its roots cut off.
Zi Jiuwen hid behind a huge rock and watched from afar. He was frightened and his mind was working rapidly. At the same time, he took out a pill that could cause him to fake his death and swallowed it, then he suppressed his breath.
"You think this is going to kill me—"
Hu Daogui's eyes became cloudy, but still as sinister as a sharp blade, shooting at the two people in the valley with extreme hatred.
He was truly amazing, for he was still able to seize the opportunity to strike even in such a situation, and with his last breath he shot pills at the four zombies, urging them to form a formation, gathering the corpse qi in the valley together and rolling it towards the direction of the corpse coffin.
The corpse method came down in torrents, destroying everything in its path.
Even when Tan Tai Buqi was on the edge, he felt as if he was being torn apart by the almost sharp breath, and he had to lie on the ground to avoid being swept away.
He lighted a talisman in his hand, trying to burn away the corpse qi, but he was too badly injured, and the fire was blown out by the strong wind as soon as it was lit. Only a faint voice was left floating in the howling wind, "He, his soul is still, still..."
Zhu Changyang felt as if his whole body was constantly pierced by cold needles and his limbs and bones were as if being bitten by insects. If he were just a mortal body, he would have died instantly, and not even his soul would have been left.
Fortunately, there was a golden elixir in his body, which suddenly burst out with power at this critical moment, protecting his heart meridians and allowing him to barely maintain his conscious mind.
This was the first time since he traveled through time that he had so intuitively felt the gap between mortals and the powerful, and it was also the first time that he truly experienced the feeling of death being so near.
Zhu Changyang felt that he should be afraid, but he just subconsciously held the hand next to him, "Jun Shu..."
He was not originally from this world. From the beginning of his journey through time, he had a strong sense of being a spectator. Although he had never expressed it clearly, in his heart, he always regarded himself as a person "outsider".
He always felt that sooner or later he would travel through time and return to his familiar world.
Until this moment, when he was on the verge of life and death and perhaps really had to "leave" this continent, Zhu Changyang suddenly realized that there were people and things in this world that he was reluctant to leave.
"I'm here." Jun Shuhui held him, his red eyes seemed to be crying blood, and with his other hand, he put two fingers together, concentrated his cultivation in one place, and pointed them at the rusty sword.
The rusty sword burst out with powerful force, barely blocking Hu Daogui's attack, but it was only temporary. The corpse magic continued to press down, as if the sky was collapsing, and it was only a matter of time before the barrier formed by the sword energy was shattered.
Studio:
[This old bitch is too much, isn't he? I can't breathe! ]
[Is this the power of the Boss's red blood? ! ]
Zhu Changyang held Jun Shu's hand, and his wildly beating heart strangely calmed down and he was not so nervous anymore.
At this time, the drilling rig that was still working suddenly made a loud noise and the drill rod was suddenly stuck.
Zhu Changyang felt something was wrong, so he quickly operated the machine to pull out the drill rod, only to find that the drill bit was completely crushed.
The drill bit was made of an alloy he specially refined. It was extremely strong and hard, and could break through rock layers tens of meters deep. Even though the core of the magic array had been broken, it was still able to crush the drill bit.
Is there something else underground
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, the drill hole suddenly began to gushed out red "blood" like a fountain.
Jun Shu's eyes flashed slightly, and with a gesture of his fingers, a weapon shining with cold light flew out from the drill hole.
It was actually a sword that exuded a sinister and gloomy aura.
When Hu Daogui saw the sword flying out, he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Hahaha, since you guys don't know your own strength, I'll let you see the power of the Water-Repelling Sword..."
Everyone in the valley was startled, and Dong Yaoyan was even more stunned, "Water-Splitting Sword!"
But Jun Shu looked indifferent, with the same disdain as always: "It's a bullshit water-repelling sword."
The rusty sword suddenly shone, and its bright cold light was brighter than the moonlight.
Under the soft moonlight, you can vaguely see the rust on the sword falling off bit by bit.
Jun Shu looked at the rusty sword. The background of the sword was the eternal cold moon and the vast black mountains.
Some images flashed through my mind, fragmented and yet inexplicably familiar.
The flood was like spraying snow, while the stars in the sky were shining brightly, the stars in the sky were still the same, and their light was eternal.
There was a voice saying, "Under the star Canopus is Yongze. As long as the star Canopus does not move, my spirit will not die."
The power that has been preserved since ancient times slowly revives and converges into the sea of consciousness.
Jun Shu pulled Zhu Changyang into his arms and hugged him tightly. He pointed his other hand at the long sword that seemed to be covered with rust and said, "Use my sword to ward off the danger of water."
The sword energy was vast and fierce, slashing towards Hu Daogui's "treasure sword".
But there was a soul-stirring sound between heaven and earth, and the "treasure sword" that was still dripping with blood was instantly cut off and fell to the ground. "No—" Hu Daogui screamed in shock, but he had no strength to fight back.
This sword is exactly where his soul is connected to, hidden under the magic circle.
The corpse qi dissipated and could no longer condense. On the withered body, the hair and nails fell off, the clothes became rotten, and filth continued to flow out of the facial features.
The five signs of decay in celestial beings are irreversible.
But at this moment, the others had no time to care about Hu Daogui's terrible situation.
There was a loud rumbling sound in my ears, and the cliff tomb shook violently, and it was about to collapse in an instant.
Dong Yaoyan frowned and was about to fly away with a flick of her sleeves, but she looked around and saw no way to go. Everything she saw was like water waves after a stone was thrown into it. She was horrified and asked, "What's going on?"
Zhu Changyang looked up subconsciously and saw the sky torn apart and the cold moon shattered.
Although the world of cultivation does not adhere to science, even in the world of metaphysics, the sky will not collapse easily.
So there is only one possibility for the scene before us.
Jun Shu also realized this and said, "A secret realm has been opened."
They had seen this kind of amazing sight of the sky collapsing and the earth breaking apart once before, in the fantasy world of the ancient city of Sixiang in Gupeng.
In a flash, he finally connected all the previous things and understood why Hu Daogui came all the way to the Demon Realm to set up a magic circle to raise corpses.
"He wants to open the secret realm of Lord Dongyao!"
It has been thousands of years since the death of Demon Lord Dongyao, and no one has ever found his secret realm. Most people in the world have already conceded that he was reduced to ashes and his realm was completely destroyed.
However, some people who survived the great battle between good and evil that year believed that Demon Lord Dongyao did leave behind a secret realm, but that there was a problem with the treasure that stabilized the realm, which made the secret realm unable to be opened.
Hu Daogui's time has come, and he knows that there is no hope for him to ascend to heaven. In order to prolong his life, he does not hesitate to transform himself into a living dead.
However, if the Yuxu Sect wants to gain a foothold in the Nine Regions and Eighteen Continents, how can the sect leader be a living dead man who survives with evil magic? Over time, the corpse qi will overwhelm the spiritual energy, and the living dead will slowly turn into zombies.
In order to get out of this predicament, Hu Daogui racked his brains.
He must have read the notes related to Demon Lord Dongyao and found relevant clues. He also found a sword to replace the function of the Water-Breaking Sword, and used it as the eye to set up this magic circle, preparing to forcibly open the secret realm.
But at this time, the corpse-raising formation had been broken by Zhu Changyang, and Hu Daogui was about to die. With this fake "sword", he could not open the secret realm of the Demon Lord that the entire cultivation world had been searching for for thousands of years.
Then, the one who truly opened the secret realm should be...
Jun suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the rusty sword under the moonlight. Most of the rust on the sword had faded away, and the whole sword was as bright as new.
Studio:
[??? Is this a hidden secret realm?]
[Is this the strength of the male protagonist? His chance of opening a hidden model in a blind box is higher than mine! ]
Zhu Changyang's nervous voice came from the side: "Hurry up and collect all my treasures. Be careful not to lose them!"
Those swords, high-voltage wires, drilling rigs, generators, and transformers were all his possessions that he had saved up with great difficulty!
Jun Shu: “…”
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The scene before my eyes twisted, and the shaking of the earth finally stopped.
The bone-chilling coldness hit Zhu Changyang, who shuddered. His mind came back to normal, and he was stunned:
Why did so many people suddenly appear around him
Zhu Changyang looked around subconsciously and found that there were monks everywhere holding magic weapons, ready for battle.
There were so many monks that you couldn't even see the end of them when you were trapped in them.
A rough estimate is that there are at least several thousand or even tens of thousands of them, which is more than all the monks he has seen during his long time of traveling.
Moreover, these monks were somewhat different from those he met in daily life. First, their clothing was simpler and many of the fabrics were a little rough. Second, their magical instruments were more unrestrained in style and slightly different from the current popular styles.
If we use the words commonly used on the modern Internet to describe it, it should be... old-fashioned flavor and sense of age.
The sense of time in the world of cultivation is very different from that in modern society. Cultivators can easily live for hundreds of years, but the level of development in the mortal world is very low and has been in the agricultural civilization stage for many years. Many cities are not much different from hundreds of years ago.
In a world where a few hundred years are just the blink of an eye, it is very unusual that these people can make Zhu Changyang feel a sense of age at a glance.
In addition, the season here is obviously not the current season in Piaomiao Continent.
The sky and the earth were all white.
Including the solemn-looking monks nearby, many people had a thin layer of snow on their heads and shoulders. Only a few had powerful skills, so the flying snow turned into flying smoke before it even touched their bodies.
But no one cared. Everyone held their breath and looked fixedly in the same direction ahead.
Zhu Changyang followed the gaze of the crowd and saw a vast expanse of cold white fog in the distance, through which a towering cliff could be vaguely seen.
The cliff is like a huge wall, reaching straight into the sky.
Although it was covered with fog and ice, Zhu Changyang still recognized the ink-black cliff at once.
It is the Demonic Cliff Tomb.
Studio:
[Wow, what a grand scene! ! ]
[Wait, didn’t we enter the secret realm of Lord Dongyao? What’s going on here? ]
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Zhu Changyang thought back to what happened a moment ago and what Jun Shu said when the earth shook, and he had some vague guesses in his mind.
Wait, Jun Shu!
Zhu Changyang was startled and looked around quickly, but there were only unfamiliar faces around him, but no trace of the banished immortal-like figure.
We were clearly together just now, how come he disappeared in the blink of an eye? !
Not only Jun Shu, but also the developer and Tan Tai Buqi disappeared.
When he took out the jade tablet again, he found that it was dim and could not write anything on it.
This is not surprising. If his guess is correct, the jade edict should not have been refined at the time he is now, so it naturally cannot be used.
But if that’s the case, how is he going to find Jun Shu
Zhu Changyang felt confused for a moment, and suddenly realized that he and Jun Shu had never agreed on how to contact each other in this situation.
Because ever since he traveled through time, he and Jun Shu have been inseparable, and they always go together wherever they go.
This was the first time that Jun Shu was not by his side.
Suppressing the inexplicable feeling of emptiness in his heart, Zhu Changyang patted the shoulder of a young monk holding a long sword next to him and asked, "Brother, how is the fight with the Demon Realm going now?"
The young man looked at him with a strange look in his eyes: "Daoyou, are you scared silly? We have been fighting with the Demon Realm for seven days and seven nights, and you still don't know what's going on?"
He spat in hatred and said, "That devil is too much. He actually wants us to submit to him. It's ridiculous. Even if I die here and jump into the Kudu River, I will never surrender to him!"
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Wang Jingze’s quotations are indeed a classic handed down from generation to generation, even in the world of cultivation!
However, based on these few sentences, Zhu Changyang's guess has been basically confirmed.
He did enter the secret realm of Demon Lord Dongyao, but it was more than just a secret realm.
When the secret realm was opened, certain conditions were probably triggered, causing him to directly enter the illusion created by the mental barrier of Demon Lord Dong Yao.
If a powerful person has unresolved emotional issues during his lifetime, the related memories will still be difficult to erase after his death, and under certain circumstances, they will become illusions.
For example, the ancient city of Sixiang that he and Jun Shu accidentally entered in the secret realm of Gu Peng was said to be the result of the mental barrier that Gu Peng had before his death.
But the illusion is where the powerful's memory lies. It is independent of the secret realm and difficult to see normally.
It was because Zhu Changyang obtained Gu Peng's sword intent that he was able to break the sword-testing stone and enter the ancient city of Sixiang.
But they clearly hadn't done anything this time, so how could they have entered the memory of Demon Lord Dongyao
Could it be that when they opened the secret realm, they touched the treasure in the secret realm
Zhu Changyang couldn't figure it out for a moment, and didn't have time to think about it.
The most important thing right now is how to save my own life!
Because if nothing unexpected happens, this illusion should be the battle between good and evil that Tan Tai Buqi mentioned before, which took place on the Kudu River thousands of years ago!
In the past, Demon Lord Dongyao was very powerful, and his sword of splitting water was invincible. However, when he was leading tens of thousands of demon cultivators to cross the Kudu River, he suddenly went mad, drew his sword and killed himself, thus failing at the last hurdle.
The righteous path was spared a catastrophe, but for Demon Lord Dongyao, this was undoubtedly the biggest obstacle before his death.
Just like Gu Peng tried to prevent the ancient city of Sixiang from being massacred in his illusion, the illusion of Demon Lord Dongyao also unsurprisingly recreated the scene of this great battle.
But this illusion is very unfriendly to outsiders like Zhu Changyang, because the illusion is fake, but the harm it causes is real.
He was just a small cultivator in the Jindan stage, and he could barely survive in front of Su Ti by relying on Gu Peng's sword intent.
The battle between good and evil brought together two powerful forces, and the energy was probably close to a nuclear explosion.
Not to mention participating, he didn't even have the courage to watch. If he was irradiated by Demon Lord Dongyao, it would be a waste of time.
Fortunately, the cultivation king Jingze is a chatterbox. Once he starts talking, he can't stop. He insults the Demon Realm while complaining about the righteous path.
After listening for a while, Zhu Changyang roughly understood the current situation.
At this time, the battle between good and evil had been going on for seven days and seven nights. The difference in combat power between the righteous cultivators and the demon army was actually not that big, and they could have barely ended up in a draw.
However, the leader of the Demon Realm was too strong. He single-handedly broke through most of the righteous defenses. No one from the righteous could contend with him, and they were defeated one after another.
Seeing that the Demon Realm's army was about to cross the Kudu River, the leaders of the major righteous sects joined forces to build a barrier on the river surface, which barely blocked the Demon Realm's attack.
But everyone knows that this can only stop it temporarily. As long as the big devil takes action, it is only a matter of time before the barrier collapses.
Zhu Changyang raised his head and looked forward over the crowd. Sure enough, above the Kudu River, the air was slightly distorted, and translucent cracks could be faintly seen. That was the effect of the barrier being attacked.
Judging from the condition of the cracks, the barrier may not last much longer.
Wang Jingze looked solemn, and his tone was somewhat difficult to explain, "The leaders said that we should rest for a while and have enough energy to deal with the next war. But I heard from a fellow Taoist from Jingtian Palace that their palace master has sent down a message that they will not blame anyone who escapes at this time..."
This is not an incomprehensible decision.
Once the barrier is broken, the demon army will cross the river to the west, and no one will be able to stop the demon. The defeat of the righteous path is almost certain.
Rather than being buried here, it is better to escape early and retain some strength for righteousness.
At this point, no one will condemn this behavior.
But most people still chose to hold on. Looking around, they saw that everyone had a solemn expression and a stern look, as if they were ready to die.
Zhu Changyang: I’ve made up my mind, let’s run away now!
At this moment, a powerful force came from the other side of the Kudu River, and the barrier trembled. Then a sweet laugh came, "You righteous bastards, the barrier is about to be broken, why don't you surrender quickly? Are you really not crying until you see the coffin?"
Wang Jingze was already extremely indignant, and he became even more furious after hearing this. "How can this be absurd? If the Demon Realm thinks that they can do whatever they want just because they have a natural demon, then they are underestimating us. We are strong-willed people, how can we be afraid of death? Don't you think so?"
Zhu Changyang pulled out a rotten sword from his pocket that Gu Peng had given him, and while making hand gestures, he replied casually, "Yes, yes, yes."
Although Brother Wang was very sincere, Zhu Changyang knew in his heart that this was just an illusion and should not be taken seriously.
Wang Jingze was encouraged and became bolder, "If you ask me, we shouldn't hide behind the barrier. We're going to die anyway, so we might as well rush over and have a good fight now, so that the Demon Realm can see our backbone, don't you think?" "Yes, yes, yes." Zhu Changyang didn't listen carefully to what he said, his whole heart was on the sword.
Before this, he had always sat in the passenger seat of Jun Shu and had never flown on a sword alone. Now he had to fly it himself and had changed to a second-hand sword, so it was inevitable that he felt a little unfamiliar.
After fiddling with it for a while, the rotten sword finally flew up. Zhu Changyang carefully jumped onto the sword, wondering how to adjust its direction.
Wang Jingze suddenly patted his shoulder and said, "Daoyou, I didn't expect that we are so in sync!"
Zhu Changyang was puzzled. He turned around and saw that Wang Jingze had also wielded the sword at some point.
Wang Jingze was young and hot-tempered. He was already feeling very depressed hiding behind the barrier, and now after being provoked by the Demon Realm, how could he hold himself back
So as soon as he finished talking to Zhu Changyang, he flew up on his sword, ready to fight.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took off, Zhu Changyang next to him also jumped onto the sword.
Wang Jingze understood immediately that this fellow Taoist must be just like himself, unable to stand the evil spirit of the Demon Realm and decided to lead the way and sacrifice himself heroically!
"Very good, then let's charge forward together and never let the Demon Realm underestimate us!" Wang Jingze gave him a determined look, "Daoyou, your sword-controlling skills are a little rusty, don't worry, I'll help you."
Zhu Changyang:
Wait, what does Brother Wang mean
Before he could react, Wang Jingze reached out, grabbed his arm, and took him flying quickly over the heads of millions of righteous monks towards the Kudu River.
Zhu Changyang:!!!
Damn it, he didn’t mean that at all!
Studio:
[Oh my god, this brother is really a man of character! ]
[Changyang, danger!]
The author has something to say:
Wang Jingze: Even if I starve to death or jump off this place, I will never eat a single bit of your food! - It smells so good.
(End of this chapter)