Zhang Family Courtyard.
The gate of the formation tore apart the void and suddenly stretched across the heavens and the earth, like an abyss beast opening its mouth.
When I smelled it, I stepped out of the gate, and the hot, trembling wind rushed over, almost scorching people's skin! It was accompanied by torrential rain. One second, it was soaking wet, and the next second, it was slammed dry in the heat wave. Sparks splashed out from the sky, and the fireworks were wrapped in the wind, and they fell overwhelmingly.
Several long blue and white shadows are entangled in the sky, fast like a gust of wind, and the naked eye can hardly catch it! But the movement they made was enough to shake the entire Zhang family, and even the whole land.
"—Grass!" Dadong hugged his head in both hands, and fled in embarrassment the moment he jumped out of the gate, trying to escape the flames, "Why did you start fighting?!"
As a puppet master, he subconsciously threw out several puppet lines.
"Don't move!" Wen Shi shouted.
But it was too late. The wings of the golden bird had already jumped out from the other end of the puppet line and swept across, trying to block the sparks for the puppet master.
Hearing the sound of "Hu-", the billowing flames swooped down like a giant dragon, knocking the unformed Peng Bird to the ground, and it was scattered in a shrill scream.
Dadong cried out in pain and was dripping with cold sweat.
The puppet and the puppet master are spiritually connected, and when they are severely injured, those pains will be fed back to the puppet master to a certain extent. Attack-type puppets are inherently dangerous, and some even suck the puppet master spirits when they are struggling, in order to keep themselves for a while longer.
In order to completely suppress the puppet as much as possible, almost every puppet master's puppet is bound in chains, with the exception of Wen Shi and Chenbuyao himself at his peak.
Of course Dadong didn't reach that level!
His Pengbird was smashed out of shape by the fire dragon, and he was like being hit by a heavy object, and he was about to fall to the ground when he stumbled. The puppet line was stirred up by the fire dragon, and it tightened suddenly, almost dragging Dadong forward—
Half of the rockery in the courtyard was cut down, sharp as a sword.
Dadong twisted his elbow under the force of the mountain, the bones made a crisp "click", and the pain suddenly entered his brain! Before he could scream, he saw the sharp point of the rockery pointed at the eyeball.
Why the fuck am I going to do it? !
I'm going to be stabbed in the back of the head.
The moment his pupils shrank suddenly, he only had time to flash these things in his mind.
Before he could close his eyes, he felt a pitch-black giant shadow with a deep tide in the night and the smell of cold metal, wiping his face and passing by, super dust chasing electricity!
The gust of wind whipped him backwards.
When the world was spinning, he saw a hand stretched out from behind and grabbed his puppet line without hindrance. The five fingers snapped together, and the back of the hand stretched the slender and sharp bones.
He heard his Pengbird chirp, and it suddenly lit up at that moment, as if it was instantly filled with vitality.
Then in the next second, it was completely retracted along the puppet line.
The strong spirit, like the wind, slammed into Dadong head-on.
The collision caused him to retreat a few feet, raised his head while holding the puppet wire and clutching his twisted arm. He saw Wen Shi's profile, his temples were messy under the hurricane, his eyebrows were slightly closed, and his outline was handsome and sharp like a blade.
It was Wen Shi who helped him recover the long line.
It was Wen Shi's puppet who wiped his face and shattered the rockery, whistling straight into the sky.
"Go to the back."
Wen Shi loosened Dadong's line and flipped his wrist.
The pitch-black giant snake entered the game! Turning around and turning like hundreds of miles of long mountains, the rivers and seas turned upside down, and the dark clouds covering the four fields were smashed into small pieces, like foam hitting the tidal flats, and suddenly dispersed in an uproar.
It went straight to the fire dragon, like a long steel wedge, wedged firmly into the middle of the puppets, and hit the fire dragon! The rubbing sound of gold and stone touching each other is earth-shattering, stimulating everyone's eardrums, and it is so sharp that it seems that someone is holding a needle and piercing it down intensively.
That moment seemed to be stretched infinitely long—
Seeing that it opened its huge mouth in the flames of Ling Xiao, its fangs reflected a raging fire in the dark night, and its pupils condensed into a slender line, like a crack in the golden eyes.
It made a "hiss" sound, and the scales burst open under the flames, like dense thorns.
In the next second, it put the head of the fire dragon into its mouth. In the swift action of piercing the clouds into the ground, the entire fire dragon was swallowed into the belly.
The fire raged wildly in its body, reflected through the hard skin and bone scales, every inch was glowing golden red, like molten steel, as if it would burn in the next second.
When smelling, the bones on the side of the ear moved, and the fingers suddenly tightened, and the joints made a light click.
Behind him are Dadong and Xiaqiao gasping for breath.
"Brother, be careful!"
"It won't—"
"I can't die." Wen Shi's voice interrupted in a deep voice.
The moment the voice fell, the golden red flame in the belly of the giant snake finally erupted, dripping down every scale it opened. In an instant, the mountain-like giant snake changed its appearance—
It is surrounded by fire, walking on the flames. The two bulging monsters on the back were covered by the flames, and the hard skin was peeled off, and the sharp and jagged bones were stretched out from the inside. Only flame wings.
The moment the wings were opened, the four fields were filled with light.
"This is..." Dadong murmured.
But he saw Xie Wen squinted in the long wind of the flames, looked at the long shadow of flowing fire that he had not seen for a long time, and said, "The real snake."
He taught Wen Shi the first puppet he made, and it was also the one he used the most.
The first time the snake spread its wings and stomped on the flames coiling in the sky, when he heard that he was still young, such a giant puppet would not last long when summoned. He always held the puppet line with a sullen face, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and still stubbornly pursed his lips.
"If you want to help, call Master to come and listen." He would always joke like this at that time.
And that snow dumpling always replied, "No."
Later, when Wen Shi became an old man, the long body jade stood on the top of the sea of fire, with ten fingers clasping the long line, even if he controlled twelve giant battle puppets, the situation remained unchanged. His snake always goes straight into the sky, bypassing the huge silhouette of the golden-winged Dapeng, and then circles around Dazhao, traversing the clouds with the roar of the tiger into the wild...
The years in between seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
Now, another thousand years have passed.
Such a scene, he hadn't seen it for a long time.
So much so that even he was a little dazed when he saw the snake stepping on the fire.
Xie Wen took his gaze away from the flowing shadow, and turned to look at Wen Shi.
It was an unfounded and unprovoked longing in the mortal world, because Shenmian, who was under the seal, was late for many, many years, and suddenly came up at this moment.
When he realized it, it was already like a mountain of fog.
When he smelled it, he closed his eyes under the blazing fire, and light fell from the crevices of his eyelashes. He caught a glimpse of Xie Wen's gaze, and the puppet control's hand paused and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Xie asked: "I miss someone."
When smelling: "…Who?"
Xie Wen closed his eyes and said, "Snow on Songyun Mountain."
The next moment, he twitched his fingers twice.
A pair of snow-white giant beasts flashed across the sky above the backyard, dashing in the long flames of the snake, their sharp claws volleyed into the sky, tearing the other giant puppets into afterimages.
Fragments are falling like stars, and the puppet master's spirit radiates snow blue fluorescence in those fragments.
Hundreds of people followed along the gate of the formation, and when they leaned out of the darkness, they saw such a scene.
Almost all the puppet masters trembled with empathy, their scalps tingling. As if under this crushing pressure, it was their puppet that was torn to pieces.
Screams pierced the night sky.
The crowd was horrified.
As soon as Zhang Lan stood firm, she saw a huge piece of debris crashing down in front of her! The shard rolled down a chain, and on the chain was a mark she was familiar with. The next moment she saw it clearly, the shards withered away together with the chain and turned into dry branches.
"Yalin..." Zhang Lan's pupils tightened, and she suddenly raised her head to look in the direction of the scream, "Zhang Yalin!"
The puppet belongs to Zhang Yalin.
The screams were so hoarse that they couldn't make out the original sound, but everyone had no time to listen.
"Zhang Yalin..." Wen Shi glanced in the direction of Zhang Lan, and saw that the woman who had always been high-spirited was like golden paper, swayed in place, and ran to the place where the sound came from, but because of excessive panic, she stumbled. .
When I smelled it, I couldn't say it was unexpected, but my face was still cold. He glanced at Xie Wen and strode toward the back room.
Speaking of the back room, the Zhang family is almost out of shape now.
The houses and courtyards are filled with sand and stones, cracks lie in the sky, and they are crumbling.
As they walked through the collapsed debris and half-destroyed corridors, they saw snakes coiling around the entire mansion, its head poking down from the heights of the roof, and the whole house being enveloped by the flames of Zhou Sheng.
Before he got close, his skin was sore from the fire.
Two snow-colored giant tigers maintained their offensive, standing like a mountain beside the half-collapsed door.
One of the sharp claws was pressed against a person, and the tip of the claws was cold and snowy, which could be pressed against the person's chest. It seemed that as long as it was pressed down a little more, the person would explode and die under the heavy pressure and be penetrated through the heart.
He was breathing heavily, his hands tightly clasping the tiger claws on his chest, his fingers were full of puppet threads and scattered messily. Originally Sven's clean face became red due to the heavy pressure and trauma, and blue veins burst into his neck.
As he struggled, the black rope around his neck slid to one side, and a piece of snow-white phalanx emerged from under the collar.
It was none other than Zhang Yalin.
When he saw that phalanx, he frowned again when he smelled it, and subconsciously pinched his knuckles twice.
"Ya Lin—" There was an exclamation from the side, and Zhang Lan turned pale in panic, and was about to rush over.
Just listening to the sound of "Qiangqiang-", a row of puppet lines were nailed into the broken wall in an instant, forming a barrier from top to bottom, blocking in front of Zhang Lan, the coercion scattered on the line forced her to retreat a few steps.
"Don't go there!" Wen Shi said in a deep voice.
"But..." Zhang Lan stopped abruptly, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to say something. I saw another lifeless figure beside the claws of another white tiger. The man was wearing a finely crafted silk gown, with faint silver embroidery on the brown-black fabric. The pattern was the same for decades, and the embroidery was always in the shadow of the mountains. Appears rigid and solemn.
That was her grandfather Zhang Zhengchu.
Just a moment ago, he was standing in the center of the formation in the wilderness, holding his cane, trying to absorb the spirits and gods of everyone. At this moment, he fell to the ground motionless, covered with dust, like a mass of ashes.
He didn't even look like he had just closed his eyes, more like he had been half-buried in the loess for an unknown number of years.
Zhang Lan's gaze went back and forth between the group of figures and Zhang Yalin several times, and finally stayed behind the puppet line. She pinched her fingernails tightly on her palms, not daring to blink her eyes.
Everyone was shocked.
This scene can only make them think of one thing - Zhang Zhengchu's aged body could not support it, and he wanted to survive, so he attacked his own grandson and used evil methods to occupy Zhang Yalin's body.
This kind of evil method is not known to no one, but it is too detrimental to morality and cultivation, and it is too contemptible. Even if you survive, every day will be a torment. They thought no sensible person would do such a thing...
Unexpectedly, one day I will see it in Zhang Zhengchu.
"Zhengchu you..." Luo Lao from the Yunfu Luo family widened his eyes, completely unbelievable.
"I can't tell who he is now." The Yang family's patriarch squeezed out of his throat, "If it is really a life-changing evil, the current change is the most unstable... No one can say whether he is Zhang Zhengchu or Zhang Yalin now."
"So maybe there is still salvation!" Someone blurted out, as if to move forward, but was stopped by someone reaching out.
"and many more-"
…
Zhang Yalin coughed a few times under the tiger's claws, blood trailing down the corners of his mouth.
He struggled to turn his face, his dark eyes first looked at Wen Shi, his bloody lips parted, but he couldn't say a word. He looked away again, stared at Xie Wen for a moment, and then landed on Zhang Lan.
He blinked lightly, suddenly released his strength, knocked the back of his head on the ground, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Sister..."
Zhang Lan's body trembled.
Then I heard Zhang Yalin panting again, swallowing hard and saying, "We were deceived..."
"So stupid, I lied for so many years."
Zhang Lan's eyes suddenly turned red: "Ya Lin..."
Zhang Yalin stared straight at the sky, his fingers gripping the tiger's claws were stretched with blue veins, he seemed to be fighting with something, and he seemed to be in extreme pain. After a while, I slowly let go of my strength again.
"That... that memory..." He spoke intermittently, always shattered by gasps, and his throat seemed to be choking with blood, "Does it really exist... It's the one we often talk about, in... in... By the river, my finger was broken by the shrimp pincers, he said…”
He closed his eyes, seemed to swallow another mouthful of blood, and his voice finally became clearer: "He said, the puppet master is the most important thing."
His hand seemed to be out of strength, slipped from the tiger's claws, and hit his side. The puppet line was covered with dust and tangled into a ball. His fingers twitched twice, and he repeated in a hoarse voice: "Puppet master... the hand is the most important."
He stared at his fingers when he smelled, and suddenly felt that something was not right.
The next moment, he felt that his puppet line was forcibly rushed up. He turned his head and saw that Zhang Lan finally couldn't hold back when he heard those words, ignoring the obstruction of the puppet line, and went straight to Zhang Yalin.
The strong coercion on the puppet line swept away blood all over her body, but she seemed to feel no pain, only Zhang Yalin under the tiger's claws was in her eyes.
She heard Ya Lin say: "Sister... He is in my body and wants to take my place... I have... suppressed him, but I can't hurt him, you... come and help me, please help me ?"
"Good! Good—" Zhang Lan almost rushed over in a panic, "Ya Lin, Yalin, hold on for a while!"
She cast a spell—
The huge cloud and mist gathered in the sky in an instant, covered with thunder, and moved quickly in the direction pointed by her spell, with the momentum of sweeping away thousands of troops! It smashed into the wall of the house and blew it to pieces.
Under the huge movement, a scroll fell from the collapsed wall and rolled in front of the crowd. Neither the roaring flames nor the lightning could burn it to scorched ashes.
That is the famous tree that has been hanging in Zhang's house for many years.
"It's bright!" Someone suddenly exclaimed.
"What's on?"
"Ancestor's name!"
"The name of the old ancestor is lit up, indicating that there will be a catastrophe!" I don't know which junior reminded, and the crowd instantly boiled, thinking that this warning is just pointing to the present!
This statement has been passed down for thousands of years, passed down from generation to generation, and has been confirmed many times, and no one has ever doubted its authenticity.
But at this moment, the elders of the several patriarchs looked at the brightly lit name, and when they heard this sentence, a thought suddenly appeared that made their scalps tingle...
Before the idea became clear, they heard a voice interjecting: "Where does the saying come from? When the family tree map was made, one is that the younger generation can trace the origin and never forget the beginning, and the other is that the living people can work together in an emergency. Cooperation, so as not to fall into danger and be alone. I have never had the ability to report bad luck or bad luck."
Everyone looked around and found that the speaker was Zhou Xu.
Before that, whether they knew him or not, the elders and juniors of each family only regarded him as an insignificant young man, neither on the famous family tree nor directly related to the Zhang family. Nobody took him seriously.
But just a few minutes ago, they watched this insignificant person lightly lay down the stone formation, bombed eight floors in a row and forcibly opened a formation door in the Zhang Family compound with many barriers.
Except for Ancestor Bu Ning, there is nothing else possible.
And this famous genealogy map, which has been used for thousands of years, is from Bu Ning's hand.
"If it wasn't to report bad luck, then the ancestor's name was illuminated to indicate—"
"Means alive."
His words were like a thunderbolt from the blue, slamming down on the head and blowing everyone's souls away!
They watched Bu Ning pick up the famous tree map. The name on the map was at the forefront of Zhang's family. Many of them have seen the name light up suddenly, only to go out again after a while.
They always thought it was a warning, because every time it came on, something happened. The last time, Zhang Yalin and Zhang Lan's father Zhang Jiashan died in the cage vortex, the original successor of the Zhang family.
That was the name of the ancestor of the Zhang family, called Zhang Dai.
All of a sudden, everything was connected in everyone's mind.
No wonder all of the Zhang family's personal traditions default to respecting the ancestral teachings and doing miscellaneous repairs like their ancestor Zhang Dai. No wonder every patriarch took over power at the age of 35, and the previous patriarch never procrastinated. No wonder every generation has some small habits of their ancestors after taking the position of the head of the family.
No wonder... That puppet named Aqi, who is not tall, will follow every Patriarch without complaint, and it will last for a thousand years.
…
The one who took up Zhang Yalin's body was not Zhang Zhengchu at all, or at all not the Zhang Zhengchu whom Luo Lao and the others knew each other, but Zhang Dai!
And now that his name is on, it's not...
***
"Sister... help me." Zhang Yalin clenched his fingers spasmodically again, and the puppet line strangled his knuckles.
Seeing that Zhang Lan was surrounded by twelve yellow paper talismans, he used the golden bell top and the thunder! When she leaned forward regardless, the bright electric light accompanied by the sound of cracking thunder cleared her way, and a huge ancient bell flew down from the sky, trying to cover the two of them—
Wen Shi instantly retracted the puppet line that was blocking the front, and flipped his hand again.
The long line split the gust of wind, pierced through the lightning, and wrapped it directly around Zhang Lan, and then yanked it violently.
The moment the top of the ancient bell jar heard a "dang-" sound.
Zhang Lan's body was tied tightly by puppet strings, and his pupils trembled and closed suddenly. She only felt a hurricane that hit and swept across the front, with an indescribable fragrance of pine branches, and the moment she entered her nose, her mind was awake.
In front of you are the wings of the golden-winged Dapeng bird like clouds and seas, and the moment the ancient bell hits the wings, it disappears like a splash of gold!
Why am I rushing up?
What am I doing?
When she was suddenly pulled away by the puppet line when she heard it, she came to a realization - Zhang Yalin repeated the buried words to her again, "The puppet master is the most important thing". It is similar to Zhang Zhengchu's previous practice of leading her and Zhang Yalin to lose control.
Just changing a piece of skin made her hit again.
"Zhang Yalin" didn't wait for her sister Zhang Lan, but instead came Xie Wen.
He bent down and said, "Don't call your sister, I'll come."
"It's okay to coax people once with the same drama, it's a bit boring twice."
"Zhang Yalin", who was originally convulsed and weak, suddenly opened his eyes wide, changing his previous appearance. His eyes were full of horror and anger, fear mixed with annoyance, and a bit of indescribable hatred.
He didn't seem to dare to look at Xie Wen, and stared at Xie Wen again, his fingers clenching the puppet line slammed to the ground—
bang bang bang —
The sound of the ground bursting erupted one after another, and the entire Zhang family was shaking. Hundreds of long thorns were pulled up from the ground.
This is obviously a formation, but there is no process of setting up the formation, which caught everyone off guard.
The snake coiled on the house and the white tiger leaning over the person suddenly rose up and rushed into the battle through the void, but it was still a step too late.
"Ah ah—" A group of people were caught off guard by the long thorn.
The sharp blade went straight up, pierced the instep, and even pierced the whole person, popping out from the top of the head!
For a time, blood and flesh splattered around, and a strong fishy smell spread out in an instant.
When those long thorns pointed to the sky, almost every one was wearing a person. They struggled, howled, screamed, and finally lowered their hands weakly. .
The Zhang family compound, which used to be a rockery and fish pond, has turned into a terrifying morgue.
Except for the ground where the thorns are located, the rest is like the collapse of a high-rise building, and the sky collapses. Those sediments flowed downwards as if there were no bottoms, and the part of the people who avoided the long thorns slid into the depths of the sediments before they could stand firm.
They couldn't even scream, they were gone.
It was a momentary burial.
It's still not over yet!
Countless behemoths in the townhouse rushed up from the ground, broke out of the ground, and circled around Zhang's house. Each of them is as majestic as a mountain, with quirky muscles like a rock, covering the beast's body in large chunks. They have yellow paper talismans on their foreheads, and they squeak in the night wind.
They are surrounded by wind belts, criss-crossed, and each one is as sharp as the thinnest blade! Even the stones that were blown away by the wind turned into powder the moment they approached them, and the ground disappeared.
And those who were close to them were also wiped out.
They form a copper wall and an iron wall, guarding the Zhang family, a large area of land, and swords cannot invade.
These formations were not placed urgently, but had been prepared for a long time, with a total of dozens of them. I don't know which year it has been buried under this land, just for one day's emergency.
Each layer is extremely aggressive, and all of them are aimed at life, like heavy locks, all of which are in operation at this moment.
So the entire Zhang family became an Asura hell.
The gravel and dust mist were so tightly wrapped that no one could see what was going on inside. All you can hear is the constant screams, screams, tearing sounds and crackling sounds.
In just the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard was left with only corpses and dead silence, and only the giant beast in the town house loomed over the air, with a hoarse sound.
Xie Wen turned his head to look at the courtyard where the corpses were littered with corpses, and did not speak for a long time.
"Zhang Yalin" laughed in the wind.
On the thorn closest to him was an old man who was not tall and had white hair and beard. The tip of the thorn stabbed in under his feet and came out from the neck, the blood on the tip was still dripping down, making a rustling sound.
That is the head of the Yunfu Luo family.
A moment ago, he was still screaming at his last body: "Zhengchu."
It was silent now.
In fact, he was somewhat emotional, he always liked this kind of friend who never gave up and was a little stupid. Like the little Zhang Qi who followed him thousands of years ago.
Even if he wanted to change his life against the sky, the other party would follow him uneasy while discouraging him, timid and indecisive.
So he made an identical puppet and let the other party continue to follow him for a thousand years after his death.
In comparison, this friend surnamed Luo is much worse. It wasn't until I was tied into a pair that I realized that the old friend I called for those years was not the Zhang Zhengchu I knew when I was a teenager...
It was the ancestor of the Zhang family, Zhang Dai.
Zhang Dai sniffed the bloody smell in the air and the smell of the spirit that was about to dissipate, like sniffing the food that was about to be opened, with greed mixed with madness in his expression. Even the initial fear and tension were less obvious.
"Master..." He used Zhang Yalin's voice, but it was inexplicably hoarse. He stared at Xie Wen, called out in a strange tone, and immediately said: "Oh, no, except for the enviable baby relatives on the mountain, no one is qualified to be called Master. I think about it... I'm still called Master Patriarch. Bar."
"Master Patriarch, you have been out of the world for too long, so you may not be very clear." He said in a hoarse voice, "No matter how inconspicuous a person has been, even if he has practiced and studied for a thousand years, he is still a person. The Zhang family is not so hospitable Yes. When you come, you must leave something."
Xie Wen swept across the tragic scene in the courtyard. From Zhang Dai's perspective, he could only see his profile and slightly drooping eyes, but he could not see any rich emotions.
This has been the case since a thousand years ago. Every time Zhang Dai sees him coming down from the top of Songyun Mountain, he always wears the mask of a half-god and half-ghost. Can't see the appearance, can't see the expression clearly, can only see the cloud-like robe and the quiet and dust-free eyes.
Those servile people often say that there is always compassion in those eyes.
Zhang Dai believed it at first, and then ignorantly followed with boasting and reverence. Later, I came to understand that the word compassion is meant to be high above.
You see, he cultivates the most extreme way, is ruthless, has no desire, and has no hindrance. He lives on the top of a mountain that is rarely visited by people, and he goes down to the world. He doesn't even want people to see his appearance. He is a demigod. , This is separated from ordinary people by a layer.
Such a person, what kind of compassion is there to talk about.
Just like at this moment, there are corpses everywhere in the courtyard, and inside are his disciples of later generations, as well as his relatives who were raised in the mountains as treasures.
But even so, when he looked at it, he just lowered his eyes slightly, and he didn't even feel sad.
Is there anything worth remembering?
Really just have to die...
Although he thought so, when Xie Wen turned his eyes to look back, Zhang Dai subconsciously became tense, and the blue veins on the side of his neck were exposed, which was an uncontrollable fear.
"What did you just say." Xie Wen's eyes swept over him, and saw his hands and feet twisting joints, "Becoming a character?"
That look doesn't really mean anything. In Zhang Dai's ears, it was like the sharpest knife was sticking to his face, and he slapped him with a cold blade.
Zhang Dai's complexion suddenly changed, it became blue and purple, and the madness in his eyes became much stronger.
He stared at Xie Wen with bloodshot eyes, gritted his teeth and hissed, "If I'm like this... who did it hurt me? I could have been a good starter and a well-behaved outsider all my life. I have so many things I want to do, so many people who want to cross, if I can live out that life well and enter reincarnation, who would want to be like this?!”
Xie asked: "Who do you think is the cause?"
This rhetorical question made Zhang Dai's breath suddenly rush. He took a few breaths, choked for a while and couldn't answer. After a long time, he said sharply, "Because you refused to save me!"
"You won't save me..." Zhang Dai rolled in his throat, "I asked you to save me, but you sent me away without thinking. I—"
I want to beg you, I want to kowtow to you.
But you brought Changfeng against my knee, and you never even gave me the qualifications and room to ask...
In the end, Zhang Dai was unable to say such humble words: "—I obviously saved people, why? Why is this end?!"
He obviously saved the people at the foot of Songyun Mountain, but he was punished by God. With the mark that he was full of sins and debts, he went to beg this person for help. But he had to say, "Since you have done it, you will suffer, and the debt will be repaid, and it will be resolved naturally."
All his lingering and struggling, the dangerous, crazy and absurd things he did, the source of everything, were these words.
Xie Wen heard this, looked down at him and said, "Then I will also ask those people in Liuzhuang why, why should they end up like that?"
"That's urgency." Zhang Dai said, "It's just that I took a wrong step in urgency."
Xie asked but shook his head.
His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something. Finally, his eyes swept across Zhang Dai's red eyes, and he didn't mean to speak.
Zhang Dai's unwillingness and anger were even worse.
What he hated the most in his life was this kind of gaze and this look, as if there was nothing to say to him, and he didn't bother to say one more word.
This almost touched his deepest and most unspeakable sore spot.
He was just disobedient.
He was born in Weimo, and before he could remember, he became an abandoned child on the ridge at the head of the village, with no parents, no name and no surname. There are many surnames Zhang in the village at the foot of Songyun Mountain. He was picked up by a blacksmith and given to a thatched hut and stuttered, so he is considered a person. Everyone said it was a blessing, and he recognized it. But he didn't think he was a person. He didn't even have a good name. It was no different from calling cats, dogs, and animals. How could he be a person?
Later, he heard that there was a fairy on the mountain, who often gave alms to the village and protected the good fortune of one party. Some poor children who are homeless and have nowhere to go can stay at the foot of the mountain, they can be regarded as outsiders of the cyclist, and they can learn some skills along with them.
So he became one of many outsiders and changed his name to Zhang Dai. Dai, the sect of the mountains.
He is more diligent and harder than anyone else. If he doesn't learn enough, he will even pull another friend named Zhang Qi and sneak up to the mountains. He coaxed the so-called relatives on the mountain and sharpened his head, just to learn more and understand more. Maybe one day, he will be able to cross that mountain gate and live on the mountainside dignifiedly.
For a long time, he naively thought that as long as he forged ahead a little and did some great things for the people on the mountain to see, he would be able to go to the next level.
Only later did he realize that it was just wishful thinking.
The cyclists are aloof, how can they look down on ants and ordinary people like them.
Instead of relying on those illusory and heartless people, it is better to rely on yourself. He wants to climb from the humble ant to the top one step by step. He wants to be admired and admired, to stand on the top of a mountain, to have a semi-immortal body and a boundless life span.
Someone can, why can't he? !
"There are too many things I want to do, and there are too many things I can do." Zhang Dai said, "I just took one wrong step, and I will be buried in the loess early. All my efforts in this life will be wiped out and I will start all over again. Ordinary people enter reincarnation with spirit, what will I become in reincarnation? Plants, insects and fish? Birds and beasts?"
He panted and laughed twice, but his expression was mocking and indifferent: "Those things... those things aimlessly live, die, live, die again. It's so humble."
so humble...
"You said, I will be freed when I pay off my debt." Zhang Dai asked back: "Where is the liberation? I have the imprint of divine condemnation on my body. Even if I am reincarnated as an adult and work hard to live step by step, it is still not a good life to die. Still write it off, or start all over again. Why?"
Why?
As long as he thinks about this process, he feels pain and despair, endless, no better than hell.
So he is not reconciled!
He is really not reconciled, it is human nature.
He didn't go straight to this point either. He had tried other methods before, but he couldn't get it to beg Chen, and it was clear that the body of a demigod could endure far more than the mortal body of the body, so if Ming Chen couldn't reach him, he just had to show some compassion for him and help him bear some of it. He doesn't have to go this far.
No one has to go this far!
But the dust doesn't help.
He could only find a way by himself, trying to wash away those scourges, but he almost lost control and took his life directly into it, and the scourges couldn't be washed away.
He had also thought about it, so he simply accepted his life.
But when he watched the little man Zhang Qi, who always followed him and accompanied him to change his life, died early and tragically because of the scourge, he was really afraid.
Of course he knew that sorcery was a loss of virtue, and it was a big loss, but there was no way...
He was forced, and he had nowhere to go.
Zhang Dai looked at Xie Wen and suddenly felt an impulse. Just like knowing that there is a ten-thousand-zhang cliff in front of you, you also want to probe and take a look. I can't tell if it's a provocation, or to convince myself: I'm not afraid of you, I'm no longer afraid of you. I have lived for thousands of years, have changed countless skins, and absorbed new things from countless people.
He swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth and asked Xie, "Do you know how many crazy ideas I have ever thought of, Patriarch?"
Then he laughed, blood still on his lips.
In the year when Chen was just sealed, almost no one dared to approach the sealed land.
Later, some day there was a saying that the sealed place was gone, and no matter what method was used, it could not be found. Anyone who walks around there will lose their way, and after a few laps, they will not know where it is or where it is. It's like being hidden, hiding in a place where no one can disturb it, and disappearing into the world.
Someone tried it and found it to be true. So slowly, no one is looking for it anymore.
Just as those stories and the people in the stories have vanished, leaving no traces.
But in fact, those words were said by Zhang Dai first.
For a long time, he had been circling around there, trying his best to enter the sealed land. He had found some helpers... He had also arrested, imprisoned, and questioned.
His purpose is clear, he wants to live, he wants to live long. His mortal body could not withstand those scourges, but the body of a demigod must be different.
The cyclist on the mountain was already dead, more tragic than the one who carried the divine punishment, and he would never be able to enter reincarnation.
He just went to get a body without an owner, not sorcery.
He used to be madly obsessed with obtaining such a body, thinking about getting it right in one step and worrying about it from now on.
It was only later that he realized that he might still be delusional. The place was too hidden, too locked up. Maybe he'll never get in. Therefore, he can only take the next step, relying on the body of a mortal, and relying on the vortex for nourishment.
In this way, he has lived for a thousand years. Perhaps another thousand years, three thousand years, or even ten thousand years may not be unexpected.
He is no longer attached to that half-immortal body.
Only occasionally... When he is extremely weak, lying on the ground, sucking the smoke from the vortex from all over the place, there will be a trace of regret.
Maybe because of this, he still thinks about that place, entrenched there, not giving anyone else a chance to think about it.
The vicissitudes of life, the ever-changing.
Hundreds and thousands of years later, people will not even be able to recognize it from standing there. Even the person who should not be freed from the battle himself.
For thousands of years, Zhang Dai has been in the top position for a long time, enjoying the feeling of grasping other people's emotions. At this moment, he wanted to suppress his fear and try it on the person in front of him.
He was looking forward to the other person asking "what a crazy way", and then he might reveal something about the Sealing Array, maybe not.
But he is bound to enjoy the process.
Unexpectedly, Xie Wen just looked down at him and said, "I almost know, you can just save your time."
Zhang Dai: "…"
He has long been accustomed to the feeling that he is in control of the overall situation, and is so used to it that he is even a little carried away. So much so that he almost forgot that once this person, and even the few relatives and disciples on Songyun Mountain were in the same line-
The only thing that can make them worry about is the thing, and the root cause that can stumble them is only the thing, the kind of thing that involves many...
Never someone.
Not anyone else, not him.
The moment he realized this, Zhang Dai was startled and suddenly felt that something was wrong!
It was as if someone deliberately let him go, let him return to his home, deliberately let him stir up dozens of formations that had been buried for many years, and deliberately waited for him to say these words.
His scalp went numb.
Seeing Xie Wenfu swept away the gravel and grass clippings on the ground, the sound of wind, tearing and explosion suddenly sounded, like the overwhelming tide, which instantly drowned him.
Zhang Dai suddenly turned his head to look, and there was already another scene in the courtyard—
Hundreds of long thorns still pointed straight to the sky, but they did not penetrate anyone! It was as if someone had already reacted the moment the big formation started. With more powerful pressure, they changed the formation and moved on the ground.
All the people who were supposed to be impaled stood safe and sound in the gap between the long thorns. The puppet lines in the hands of the elders of the various families were large, the spells were added, and the blue-colored formation spiritual lines formed one giant circle after another, wrapping everyone in it.
Bu Ning held the boulder in his hand and stood alone at the eye of the formation. Under his feet is the vein of the spirit god, with him at the center, the lightning spreads all around, like sharp claws with sharp hooks, grabbing the entire Zhang family.
In the place where he was in control, the collapsed sediment came from the bottom of the Yellow Spring, filling up all the ravines, making everyone standing on it as stable as Mount Tai.
Nine days above, Wen Shi stood on a sharpened spike, the puppet lines in both hands were like a giant umbrella with only bones, crisscrossing the entire night sky above Zhang's house.
Each puppet line is tied to the spirits of those mountain-like town houses, and above that, are the four battle giant puppets he controls at the same time.
The so-called corpses are all illusions, and it is the blindfold that the person in front of him gave him at some point in time.
It is said that the ancestor, Ye Chen, is also the originator of the array, even if it is Bu Ning's array, he only needs a few dead branches and a few cobblestones to change the world.
Zhang Dai never really understood it, until this moment, he felt cold sweat pouring down like rain.
And the moment he realized, the world was turned upside down—
Under the concerted efforts of the patriarchs and elders, dozens of layers of formations that were buried in the ground for hundreds of thousands of years were brazenly pulled out! The explosions of the stone formations continued one after another, and each time a formation was broken, it was the movement of the sky and the earth cracking.
However, these movements were hidden within the boundaries of Zhangjia, like frying mountains and seas in an upside-down glass jar. It is more than ten times larger than the normal shock.
And when Bu Ning stepped on the ground, a large formation that was wider enough to cover the four fields spread out from under his feet, like a river that suddenly spread out.
Zhang Dai couldn't understand the meaning of his array, he only felt that the array of light was covering it at an extremely fast speed—
At the same time, the golden-winged Dapeng bird snorted from behind Wen Shi, spread its huge wings and went straight down the river, and when Wen Shi jumped off the top of the long thorn, when it landed on the Dapeng bird's back, it pulled with both hands.
Dozens of the spirits of the town house bound in his hands were strangled by the snow-white puppets at that moment, and with a huge whistling sound, they dissipated into the night sky.
Zhang Dai could only see the eyes that were as cold as frost and snow when Wen Shi swooped down.
And the next moment, he couldn't even see his eyes.
Because Xie Wen raised his hand and hit the top of his head in the air.
Thousands of swords cut through the hearts of people, but this is the case!
That was the feeling of being forcibly pulled away from the body. It was as if countless people were clutching at the rusty and blunt blade covered with steel thorns, pressing him, from head to toe, stabbed in from every inch of skin, and then pulled and tore it out!
Every time, those steel thorns will bring blood and flesh, fine and dense, and the pain is unbearable.
Zhang Dai screamed, but couldn't hear his own.
At a certain moment, he even saw his own... No, it was Zhang Yalin's body that fell limply to the ground, but he half-raised his head.
It was his spirit that was almost detached from his body.
So he clenched his fingers with difficulty while panting and screaming, and suddenly inserted his fingertips into the ground!
This is the nest that he has carefully repaired for many years. Every inch of the ground is connected to the vortex in all directions. When he is weak, he will rely on those emergency repairs to survive.
Over the years, it has been used more and more frequently. Even the incense burner is not enough. He often buries himself in those dark misty swamps, seeking eternal life in the most dank and gloomy place.
But this time, when he inserted his fingers into the ground, he did not feel the familiar black mist with a dank and sad smell.
but met the light.
It was a light blue burst, warm and bright.
But the moment he touched it, it was like being burned. In fact, he couldn't feel the pain, because it was far inferior to the pain in the spirit.
But he instinctively shrank back.
At this point, he finally understood what Bu Ning's massive formation just now was for, in order to trap him in this acre of land, in order to block his way into the ground, in order to let him touch it again. Can't touch the things that feed him.
Pity. Zhang Dai thought.
Originally connected to the cage vortex, it can cause them more trouble.
But it's alright…
It all happened in an instant—
When Wen Shi brought the puppet line and Chang Feng down suddenly, his thin fingers touched the ground. The moment he bowed his head, he saw the person who was supposed to burst into death on the spot, and his fingers buried in the loess suddenly twitched.
That is a common action of puppet masters, and it is extremely sensitive when smelling it.
He subconsciously felt that Zhang Dai was recruiting puppets.
But the next second he realized it was wrong!
How is it possible to control the puppet in such a dying state? Controlling the puppet doesn't work at all, who can be charged by him? Who can he stop?
"Ahhh!!"
There was a sudden exclamation from the crowd who were pulling out the stacks in the distance.
Wen Shi frowned and looked around, and saw a young man kneeling on the ground pinching his wrist. In just an instant, his fresh complexion withered down, like flowers and plants withered in an instant.
"what happened?!"
Just during the time of the questioning, there were several screams from the crowd. Several young people suddenly fell to the ground, also holding their wrists, like flowers and trees withered in an instant.
And then more people...
In less than a second, the entire Zhang family yard collapsed over a hundred.
At the same time, Zhang Dai, who should be on the verge of death, suddenly became full of vigor, and the spirits skyrocketed hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, far exceeding any normal person!
It's like all the strength of those juniors was absorbed by him to his side.
The shaking ground suddenly stopped, and there was a dead silence in the courtyard for less than half a second. Then, there was an uproar. All those still standing were enraged by the change.
Wu Yin grabbed Wu Wenkai, whose face was withered and lifeless, and hid it behind her. Ling Ran took action and went straight to Zhang Dai.
The Yang family's talisman, with a mighty force, slammed into the top of Zhang Dai's head—
But it was the withered young people behind her who fell down screaming, donated blood seeping out from the crevices of their hair, meandering down her cheeks, describing it as terrifying.
Seeing this scene, those who were on the offensive suddenly stopped and forcibly stopped the offensive. The footsteps retreated several meters under the impact!
Everyone was panting, not daring to move rashly.
Hearing that, he shot coldly at that moment!
He understood Zhang Dai's tricks at the critical moment—
When Zhang Lan and his brother saw "Zhang Zhengchu" giving water to every gifted child, they subconsciously thought of the calming spirit in puppet art. He thought that "Zhang Zhengchu" was trying to plant hidden mines for those children. For the sake of one day's needs, he could easily turn those who had ordered the water into his own puppets.
Later, they quietly probed and found that those who had been tapped with the talisman did not show any signs of puppets, so they thought that they had wronged their grandfather and gave up.
Now it seems that "Zhang Zhengchu" has indeed moved his hands and feet, and it is indeed related to Dingling.
However, he went the opposite way—
He didn't want to turn those people into his puppets, but to turn himself into those people's puppets at a critical moment.
As we all know, the puppet itself is a dangerous existence, and when it is on the verge of death, it will even absorb the spirit of the controller in reverse. If it is not suppressed by chains, the coercion is not enough to crush the opponent, and it is likely to be attacked by the puppet.
This is what Zhang Dai is doing now!
Because he is connected with those people and is not suppressed, all the attacks that fall on him at this moment will implicate those young people who wither and kneel.
"Beast!" The other puppet masters present also recalled.
The head of the Lin family hissed and cursed.
Zhang Dai's body was full of spirits, and because he was attached to others, he laughed without fear, his voice was like sandpaper: "I have been in the camp for thousands of years, and what I know best is how to make myself live—"
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a very light sigh, and was wrapped in a smile.
As for sneering or something else, he couldn't think about it anymore.
Because the next second he heard the sigh, he felt a hand drop from his shoulder. That hand was long and thin, like a dead branch in a snowy forest in the middle of winter. It looked very light, but when it was pressed down, it was like a cold mountain.
He heard a few crisp "clicks" in his body, accompanied by severe pain. When he came to his senses, he had been crushed to his knees, not facing a specific person, but facing the dry and fallen offspring in the courtyard, facing due west.
In the earliest book of the judge, it was written that due west represents the dead, and it faces the deceased soul sound.
"You wanted to kneel on me back then, but I said you didn't have to. Thinking about it now, I still missed a sentence. The person you should kneel is over there, and the debt you should pay is over there." Xie Wen's voice sounded beside his ear, "Look up. look-"
The moment the voice fell, the other hand fell on top of his head.
Maybe it was just a call from the air, and Zhang Dai felt like a thousand fingers. He could only raise his head and look at the sky due west.
And the next moment, another person came out of the sheath like a cold glow, and came brazenly.
Countless puppet threads were tied together, tying his whole body like shackles. Zhang Dai didn't have time to react, only to see the white shadow flickering, and someone hit his forehead violently.
when-
That is a real and complete pacification technique, which can take living people as its own puppets.
And it was Wen Shi who struck him this blow.
Rumors say that when Wen Shi was at his peak, he could control twelve giant battle puppets at the same time without being bound by chains. The coercion is as vast as the sea, and I never worry about backlash.
but…
but…
Zhang Dai endured the pain caused by the huge earthquake in his head, and hissed: "Now you are even chained with snakes, and I am like a hundred people, why do you—"
"Let me be the lock for him." Xie Wen's voice was quiet.
The next moment, the coercion was overwhelming, and Zhang Dai lost all his senses, and the surroundings seemed to be blank! There was no sound or figure, just a constant, high-pitched whistle humming in the cochlea.
"I just want to live, what's wrong with this..." Zhang Dai murmured amid the rapid decline.
When he heard it, he said, "It's your fault now, you shouldn't live at all."
…
That coercion was too strong, and the others around were also caught in a blazing white light. Those withered people felt that something was cut off on their wrists, and the spirits gurgled back into their bodies like a spring.
At that moment, they suddenly heard the sound of the breeze and the pine waves on the mountain.
And when they narrowed their eyes and recovered from the dazzling white light, they could vaguely see the back of Wen Shiqu's hand, hitting Zhang Dai's heart hard.