Zhenxian blinked his eyes, his face was numb. He was stunned for a moment, then ignored Yin Ci and continued to reach out to Shi Jingzhi.
"You were chatting and laughing with us last time, but now you are so cold. Brother Sun, this is not like you."
Yin Ci increased the force on his hand. The Immortal frowned, and Yin Ci's hand was immediately torn apart by the thin roots, revealing the white bones. However, Yin Ci's face was calm and he seemed to feel no pain in his hand.
The blood-red roots climbed up the white bones and turned into flesh and blood. Yin Ci's hands returned to normal in front of the True Immortal. The True Immortal paused for a moment, his eyes swept over the blood-red roots, and finally settled on Yin Ci.
The two hanging trees faced each other, and the effect was better than they imagined. Perhaps the effect was too good, and the immortal didn't even bother to argue with them verbally. The surrounding roots rolled up and exploded, all stabbing at Yin Ci, obviously intending to cut him into pieces. The rainwater accumulated on the troubled hair splashed high, and a water battle was fought in the wilderness.
"Respect!"
Yin Ci shouted, and the two exchanged weapons. Yin Ci held up the Medicine to Cure Diseases Flag, and rolled out a whirlwind of sword energy. Shi Jingzhi covered the Shadow Sword with golden fire, and spurted out brilliant arcs of light around him.
Unlike the first fight with the True Immortal, this time the golden fire was tinged with a faint black color. The True Immortal's consciousness retreated a few steps, and its roots shrank like flower buds, protecting it in the middle. However, after seeing the weak fire, its tense face slowly relaxed.
Compared to the enormous hanging tree underground, this little flame is not even a star.
"… Wushu Mine?" It asked calmly, "Just because you got some slag, you want to go against Xuanmu?"
Jiang Youyue had been holding his breath for a long time, and now he finally let it out.
It turned out that he knew the use of Wushu Mine. Unfortunately, Yin Zizhu was still too confident.
After all, the hanging wood is a living thing in the world, so there are naturally many things that can defeat it. In the past three hundred years, the True Immortals have killed all the animals that gnawed the roots of the hanging wood and destroyed the mineral deposits that poisoned the hanging wood. Compared with those that can directly harm the hanging wood, the Wushu ore is the most harmless type - Wushu ore is difficult to refine, and it must be burned with the full force of gold and fire, and the ignited poisonous fire can burn the hanging wood.
So they put it in post-processing.
In the past hundred years, Yinxianhui has used both soft and hard tactics to abandon the few remaining mines in Dayun and recycle all the Wushu mineral products on the market. Even if one or two pieces are left outside, they will not pose any threat.
Jiang Youyue approached with the wriggling strands of trouble and switched back to his normal magic.
Water vapor turned into mist, and raindrops froze. Sharp ice particles pierced from the air, and Shi Jingzhi shivered twice, and the flames around him suddenly dimmed a lot. Not far away, Yan Qing and Shi Zhongyu seemed to have been out of the wind as well. They stumbled and split their troubles and retreated towards Yin Ci.
Mortals cannot see the three thousand strands of worry, but they can see the water droplets and ice particles on them. The worry strands are tumbling, and gradually they are wrapped in white by these water droplets. They lie on the wilderness, soft and round like cotton wool, with weeds and blood all buried underneath. If you ignore those half-transparent hair roots that look like ghost hands, the scene is even somewhat peaceful.
At first glance, it looks like snow in late winter.
Yin Ci controlled the sword energy with his flag, and his sword moves were full of desperate intentions. He was surrounded by the roots that were waiting for him, and he did not dare to jump up, but just turned around with difficulty in this "snow". The sword energy cut through the immortal's white clothes and its flesh and blood. In a moment, the flesh and blood regenerated, and the white clothes closed.
Shi Jingzhi followed his movements, clumsily dancing with his sword. The two of them supported each other, like some kind of couple dance. Whenever Yin Ci's sword blew through a place, Shi Jingzhi's flames would follow like a shadow.
The roots of the hanging tree had an instinctive fear of the black fire, and their movements slowed down a lot. There was also a deep cut on the True Immortal's abdomen, and blood dripped down with a green glow, which was completely absorbed by the troublesome silk.
The edges of the wound were charred and the healing process was slow.
"You'd better give up. What can you get by pestering like this?" Jiang Youyue said coldly, "Shi Jingzhi, are you still stubborn? What 'family'? He just wants to use you as bait and fight to the death!"
As long as Shi Jingzhi could be persuaded, once the golden fire was withdrawn, the True Immortal's sky-wide roots would instantly pierce Yin Ci into a pulp. By the time he recovered, they had already evacuated with Yuzi.
However, the lustful child did not hesitate at all, but continued to manipulate the dark poisonous fire with a meaningful smile on his face. More and more roots gathered, and translucent black shadows overlapped and moved, and the master and disciple seemed to be surrounded by a thick black fog.
Just like a black lotus blooming on the snow.
The situation was hopeless. The immortals were in front of him, and the demons were around him. Yin Ci's clothes were torn and blood was washed away by the icy rain. Shi Jingzhi was relatively better, but his long hair was scattered and wet, and he looked really embarrassed. The situation was extremely desperate, but the two people's movements became more and more relaxed, as if all this was just a pleasant dream.
There was a faint smile on their lips.
Given the situation around him, his complacency seemed particularly crazy. Jiang Youyue was used to seeing people at the end of their rope, but the reactions of these two people were so unusual that they made him shudder.
Why can Yin Ci still laugh
Why did Yuzi trust him wholeheartedly
... If the friendship between these two people is really unbreakable, they planned this good show just to lure out the real immortal. But with just this weak spark, what can they do? Kill the immortal? The real immortal is connected to the hanging wood!
them-
Jiang Youyue was distracted and relaxed his magic. The master and disciple seemed to be one person and one shadow, gathering all their strength to attack the True Immortal. The latter didn't like the black fire, and just when he wanted to avoid it, Yin Ci suddenly grabbed his clothes.
Yin Ci and Shi Jingzhi were no longer separated. He seemed to move in unison, and suddenly spun around, with half of his body pierced by the roots in an instant. He clenched his fist, which was covered with blood and flesh, and punched it into the wound on the Zhenxian's abdomen.
The punch did not touch the black fire, and the Immortal did not even frown. Instead, Yin Ci left Shi Jingzhi's protective circle and was caught by the beard roots. Half of his body was almost chopped into bones. Yin Ci was unable to break free and was hung in the air by the beard roots. Blood kept flowing from his toes, almost forming a blood line. The troubled hair had no time to absorb it, and gradually became stained with a dull red.
Yin Ci stretched out his blood-stained hand, grabbed the root, and then grabbed the True Immortal. The sword wind suddenly rose, and a bloody rain fell towards the True Immortal. The latter frowned and raised his hand, ready to give the rotten flesh in front of him a final blow.
Jiang Youyue was also very happy, and his magic changed direction almost immediately, blasting towards Yin Ci. Shi Jingzhi also exploded with black and gold flames, and quickly rushed towards Yin Ci—
The Diaoying Sword was burning with blazing flames and pierced through Yin Ci's chest.
The sword pierced Yin Ci's back and came out from his chest, the tip of the sword sank into the chest of the True Immortal. At first, the golden flames burned the pieces of clothing on Yin Ci's body, and the heat was overwhelming. Then the flames began to turn black from the root, and the flames gently brushed across the clothes, and from time to time, water drops cut through the black fire and fell to the ground.
It was very quiet, like death itself.
Yin Ci immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood, and the sticky blood soaked most of the immortal's face. The blood-red thin roots were burned by the black fire, and instantly withered and curled up, emitting a smell of burnt wood. Yin Ci's recovery was also much slower. From the side, he still looked like a bloody skeleton.
The scene in front of him was too absurd. Jiang Youyue held his breath and almost forgot how to cast the spell.
Did Yuzi finally betray her, or...
Shi Jingzhi seemed to notice Jiang Youyue's gaze. He turned his head and made a silent mouth shape to Jiang Youyue.
"Bang." His lips touched.
Shi Jingzhi's smile was gorgeous but cold, and in that instant, two faint figures appeared behind him.
In the shadow of the dense tree roots, two shadows, a man and a woman, appeared faintly. Both of them were smiling brightly and maliciously. Just as Jiang Youyue wanted to take a closer look, the shadows dissipated like mist, as if they had never existed.
Starting from a sword, the black fire spread like wildfire and gradually covered the sky.
The golden fire was extremely scorching, but when it burned through the black ore, the black fire it produced was not blazing. The flames stretched upwards, swaying constantly, and the entire world seemed to be torn into pieces, with only sporadic light left. It was still daytime, but it felt like night here, and everywhere was black to the bone marrow.
Between heaven and earth, the only sound was the crackling sound of burning evil spirits.
The black fire devoured it continuously, and the three thousand strands of troubles melted away like snow. The translucent roots curled wildly, making a crackling sound of burning. The dark clouds in the sky rolled wildly, and the rainstorm stopped immediately. The rumbling mud dragon was exhausted and stopped at the foot of the mountain.
In Jiang Youyue's eyes, the bare branches also fell to the ground, rolling in agony. For some reason, the hanging tree seemed to be in great pain. The True Immortal was affected by it, and his body twisted and twisted, unable to maintain his handsome human form. He staggered to the ground, and Yin Ci did not let him go, and pounced on him along with the sword.
Yin Ci was like roots all over the ground, surrounded by black fire. In the strange flames, he was almost just a living skeleton. However, even so, he still tightened his arms and held the True Immortal tightly in his arms.
The black fire burned more and more fiercely, and the earth trembled continuously. Shi Jingzhi's hair was disheveled, and the black fire on the Diaoying Sword was getting stronger and stronger.
He walked towards the burning Yin Ci step by step. He knelt beside the man, his fingertips passed through the black fire, and almost gently stroked Yin Ci's bones. Then Shi Jingzhi drew out the sword, changed the angle to a fatal angle, and slashed again fiercely - this time, the Shadow Sword nailed Yin Ci and the True Immortal together.
Qu Duanyun was about to pursue the victory when he was stunned by this. He didn't care about Yan Qing who was so close to him, and his eyes were bloodshot.
“Master!”
In this case, Jiang Youyue was no better than Qu Duanyun. The flames wrapped around the sky-high roots, rising from the cracks in the ground. His magic was like a drop in the bucket, and it had no effect at all.
We have to let the immortal recover quickly. Jiang Youyue gritted his teeth, took out a dry hand of the immortal body, and cast a spell quickly. Jingzhi must have used some tricks at that time. If he just probed, he would definitely recognize the remnants of the magic. As long as he...
Jiang Youyue's expression completely froze.
He found out the technique, and that technique was not invented by Shi Jingzhi. It had existed for a long time, and it was not complicated at all. It was so simple that even the lower level of Yinxianhui could learn it. He had used it many times in the previous Vision of Flesh Rebellion.
That is the curse of the twin roots.
"I sent my servants to specifically mention it. 'The twin roots are split into two, one is soaked in the flesh and blood outside the body, and the other is given to the blood master to consume, and the blood guide is formed. With this blood guide, the two roots are connected, and they live and die together.'..."
Shi Jingzhi recited silently with his mouth.
"At that time he said that if the blood lead was burned with fire, the blood owner would also be burned to death. Today I saw that it was true."
This is impossible, Jiang Youyue thought blankly.
The hanging tree grows underground, with bare branches that are difficult to touch, and it is impossible for it to swallow the twin roots like humans do. Unless humans and the hanging tree are one, and willingly swallow the twin roots.
No, that's not right. Jiang Youyue broke out in a cold sweat and his hands trembled uncontrollably.
Such a person does exist, and there is only one between heaven and earth. The Dayun hanging tree has grown for hundreds of years, and this is the only case.
It is the root of evil that has mixed into the roots of the hanging tree and merged with it.
Fear suddenly rose up, and everything that followed was logical. For a giant like the hanging tree, ordinary flesh and blood could not serve as a blood draw. Even a bare branch would not work, the flesh and blood must be of sufficient weight.
For example, as the fruit of the hanging tree, controlling thousands of roots makes one a true immortal.
Thinking of this, Jiang Youyue's eyes went dark. This almost impossible situation was now clearly appearing in front of him. In that punch just now, Yin Ci had probably sent the twin roots into the body of the True Immortal. The evil root did not give the True Immortal time to react, and the black fire of desire followed closely.
The curse has been made, and the true immortal has already been drawn to blood.
If it is burned, the damage will be returned to the hanging tree. The Shadow Sword cannot burn thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but it is not nonsense to burn a mortal, big or small, a god. Jiang Youyue's hands and feet were numb, and a heavy bitter taste rolled up in his mouth. In decades, he had never tasted such panic.
The Yinxian Society has been cultivating the perfect "Emperor House God" step by step for a century-long undertaking. Generation after generation has thought about delaying, about setbacks, and even about returning empty-handed. Anyway, as long as the hanging tree is still there, they will always find a way to coexist with it. It is just a tree, silent, dangerous, but easy to control.
They never thought of the possibility of "losing the hanging wood".
… A disaster that devastated a country, whose country was devastated
Shi Jingzhi was burning with all his strength, his amber eyes were reflected in a dark color. He looked over with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, only a monstrous murderous aura.
"What's wrong?"
Shi Jingzhi's smile was like the spring breeze in March, and he stroked Yin Ci's trembling hand. Black fire was raging around this person, and the flames were entangled in several bundles, swaying in the wind, like a monster's long tail.
"It's just using the Twin Roots to harm people. Lord Jiang, you clearly taught us this trick."