Yin Ci felt no pain.
He once jumped from the highest mountain in Dayun, falling into the abyss and being shattered to pieces. He also once poured the strongest poison down his throat, burning his internal organs and causing him pain like being tortured to death. He had tried to burn his body countless times. No matter how painful it was, it was nothing more than extreme pleasure at this moment.
The hatred that had been floating for hundreds of years had a destination, and the puzzle that had tormented him day and night had an answer. He knew his opponent. In a trance, Yin Ci seemed to see the battlefield three hundred years ago. The old friend was still there, but unfortunately he was completely unrecognizable. The poisonous fire around him turned into armor, and the remaining bones turned into sharp blades. The black flames burned quietly, burning a sound of battlefield fighting in his ears.
Yin Ci turned his head and glanced at Shi Jingzhi out of the corner of his eye.
The True Immortal was regenerating, and Shi Jingzhi used his immense energy to continuously ignite the Yang Fire. The pure Yang Fire passed through the Shadow-hanging Sword, and the black flames burned the True Immortal's body over and over again.
The hanging wood was also burning.
It was just a tree, but it still followed the laws of the earth - the "curse" of the twin roots took effect, and the immortal burned the entire fireball, and the hanging wood was also burned.
Amid the collapse, Yin Ci felt the connection of the hanging wood for the first time. From the roots to the trunk, and then to the branches and leaves deep underground. It burned slowly in the vast underground, without smoke or light, only endless darkness.
Beside him, Shi Jingzhi had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with pain. In the endless pain, Shi Jingzhi's hand came over, and the touch of his palm was warm but light, like a teardrop falling on a hot iron stove.
Yin Ci pursed his lips, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but the flames blocked his lips and tongue, and he couldn't utter a word.
So he could only look at the other person, his eyes calm and gentle.
The bare branches were ignited, swaying violently, and vaguely showing the appearance of burns. Three thousand strands of troubles moved around like snowballs, and the translucent roots curled up. Against the backdrop of the continuous black fire, the originally mediocre wilderness was transformed into a weird "meat forest" that only existed in legends.
Yin Ci's eyes were burned, his vision was unclear, and the strange scene had a few more twists and turns. But for some reason, Yin Ci had a vague feeling that this scene was more like the "human world" than anything he had ever seen.
Ten generations of monsters, one step of yin and yang.
Yin Ci's body was broken, and he was lying on the ground in a mess. He held the Immortal tightly, wishing he could nail it to his body with his bones.
The True Immortal didn't scream, it froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Its skin was burnt by the poisonous fire, becoming loose and festering, with a large amount of fluid mixed with blood oozing out, slippery like a loach. Yin Ci tried his best to clamp the thing, but his muscles were also burnt by the fire and became dull and festering, and he couldn't use all his strength.
The immortal twitched, twisting its limbs and torso to an angle that mortals could not reach. It ignored the blade that cut its chest and struggled out from between Yin Ci's arms, leaving only burnt flesh. One of Yin Ci's arms was burned to bones, and the regeneration was slow, so it took advantage of the situation to break it.
The True Immortal struggled with the hanging wood, continuing to burn and regenerate. Its face was sometimes covered with dark red flesh, and sometimes only charred residue remained. In this alternating destruction and rebirth, the True Immortal was staggering, having long lost the composure it had not long ago.
Shi Jingzhi held Yin Ci's regenerated arm and left a gentle kiss on his bones. Yin Ci's condition was not much better than that of a real immortal - the man who used to be like an immortal descended to earth now looked like a monster crawling out of a mass grave.
Jiang Youyue and Qu Duanyun's faces turned pale. The two men no longer cared about anything else, and rushed forward one by one. The master poured out his magic without regard for his life, and Qu Duanyun danced wildly with his long sword, responding with martial arts. The two men were in front and behind, and the colors of their magic were as bright as gold and as bright as the morning sun. In this gray situation, there were a few flavors of people in the right way.
Shi Jingzhi sneered and swiftly dodged the attack. He did not retreat a single step, but instead stuck closer to the True Immortal.
The purpose of the people on the other side was very clear. They hoped that the poisonous fire would be exhausted and the immortal would survive with his self-healing ability. The immortal was the blood guide of the hanging tree, and once the fire on his body was extinguished, the hanging tree could also be saved.
Qu Duanyun's sword was as fast as lightning, and his moves gradually became rougher. He abandoned Tai Heng's reserve, and his sword energy was like a violent storm and a waterfall, determined to force Shi Jingzhi to break out. Jiang Youyue, the old fox, hid behind him, and from time to time, he would pick a fatal juncture, and his magic was particularly tricky. Under the joint attack of the two, Shi Jingzhi became more restrained, and was cautious in every move.
At this point, it was obvious that his "lust" was out of control, causing Xuanmu to suffer serious injuries. Not to mention the Immortal Guidance, even the True Immortals would not want him anymore. But Yin Ci was different, his "immortality" was completely decided by the True Immortals. If he was injured again, he would definitely die.
He danced on the edge of death, his desire and fear of death boiling over, making his limbs cold and his whole body numb. Shi Jingzhi was sweating, his pupils shrank, and his sword-holding hand trembled.
But he still rushed towards the immortal again and again, trying to make the poisonous fire burn longer.
True Immortals are several times harder to burn than they imagined. The hanging wood was indeed ignited, but the True Immortal relied on rapid regeneration to suppress the black fire, and was only burned, but his body still had vitality.
If they can't burn all the immortals, they can only inflict some minor burns on the hanging tree. It will only take a few decades, or even a few years, for the hanging tree to recover... This strategy can only be used once. Next time, the immortals will be on guard, and getting close to them will be more difficult than climbing a mountain.
They have no way out.
Two fists are no match for four hands. Shi Jingzhi had more and more bloody wounds on his body, and he was getting further and further away from being a true immortal. The battle had lasted for several hours, and he was exhausted, and the black fire on the Shadow Sword had weakened a lot.
With Jiang and Qu as a shield, the immortal had a chance to catch his breath. It absorbed a large amount of nearby troubles, and all its roots were retracted into the ground. The bare branches that were burning were rolled into balls, controlling the poisonous fire in the outermost layer.
Despite the fire on its body, its skin and flesh slowly recovered. In contrast, blood-red roots also crawled on Yin Ci's bones, struggling to gather and take shape in the black fire. The wet wasteland once again revealed its original appearance, the soil was soaked by rain and looked like a swamp, and the deformed corpse lay beside the muddy and broken roots. The twisted "meat forest" disappeared from the wasteland, only the root balls the size of houses were left, which were dimly visible due to the poisonous fire.
The worry faded, and Yan Qing and Shi Zhongyu finally showed up. Su Si and others who were a little further away were lucky, but Yan Qing was too close to the center of the battlefield, and his clothes were almost soaked in blood. If he hadn't relied on the Mercy Sword, he would have fallen to the ground in the next moment.
The external aid was scattered, Yin Ci was unable to attack, and Shi Jingzhi was extremely weak. The surroundings were desolate, empty and filled with death.
The mortals are in a state of despair.
"If you have... the ability..." The immortal finally managed to regain his human form. His lips had not grown back yet, his burnt tongue had just recovered, and his broken gums were exposed, so his speech was a little unclear. "If you... are willing to ride the wind and ascend to immortality... Unfortunately..."
Shi Jingzhi took a deep breath, and the flame on the Diaoying Sword shrank to a thin layer. His long hair was stained with blood, his collar was messy, and his exposed skin was covered with blood stains and ashes. His breathing was weak and fragmented, and his vitality was as weak as a candle.
Behind him, Yin Ci held onto the flagpole and tried to stand. Yin Ci was at the end of the hanging wood, and his burns looked more horrible than those of a real immortal. The muscles of his legs dried up and cracked, and his bones collapsed to the ground halfway through his standing. The once majestic general now looked like a butterfly with its wings plucked, fragile and ugly.
The master and disciple of Kushan Sect were in an extremely ugly state, no matter the scene or the situation. The vastness of the earth made them look very small and miserable.
"I will destroy all the Wushu mines and carefully train the next Lustful One." Noticing that Jingzhi stopped making any moves, Qu Duanyun said coldly, "Next time, even if it's to test his will, we won't let Lustful One contact 'outsiders'."
To check the "quality" of desire, love, hate, life and death are indispensable. Next time, at worst, I can arrange those love and hate as well.
Jiang Youyue heaved a sigh of relief, then said seriously: "It's my fault that they found the loophole this time."
"No problem..." The head of the Immortal was burning, and in the black fire, a pair of green eyes were particularly conspicuous. "Da Yunyu... is indeed extraordinary..."
He sighed deeply, raised his hand burning with fire, and pointed it straight toward the sky. The broken clouds gathered again, and the rainstorm came again. The ground continued to tremble, and the mud dragon moved forward again.
The bodies of the members of the Yinxian Society stood trembling, their broken limbs dangling limply. Similar to the incident with Wu Huai of the Chigou Sect, "vine jade beauties" of varying sizes emerged from the mouths of the bodies. They were thinner and seemed to have no legs, and their mummified arms all stretched out towards Shi Jingzhi.
Shi Jingzhi was a mortal, and he could not escape. Yin Ci could not die, but he was also injured along with Xuanmu, and the threat was reduced by half. This incident was extremely dangerous. Seeing that Shi Jingzhi was about to be submerged by the fairy puppet, Jiang Youyue finally calmed down. He straightened his messy hair and straightened his back again.
Qu Duanyun also heaved a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off his face: "You have turned a good way to survive into a dead end. How can you burn a True Immortal with your own strength? Even if you want to launch a sneak attack, you should choose a suitable place."
The original layout of the wasteland selection was ill-considered no matter how you looked at it.
Shi Jingzhi didn't say a word, as if he had lost his will to fight. Rain rolled down his cheeks, and the black fire on the Shadow Sword weakened again, almost extinguished. He stepped back a few steps expressionlessly, supported Yin Ci's broken body, and held him tightly in his arms.
"Oh, I..."
His voice was low and drowned out by the pouring rain.
Those jade-like puppets were only about ten steps away from him. In just a moment, Shi Jingzhi would be shredded into small pieces and then buried deep under the mud.
whoosh.
The sound was almost completely covered by the thunder and rain. Qu Duanyun only felt a tingling sensation in his shoulders, followed by an indescribable chill and exhaustion. His vision blurred, his legs became weak, and he instantly fell to his knees.
Poison arrow.
The heavy rain was like a curtain, and there was no air approaching. The archer must be very far away. Qu Duanyun only knew one person who could use such archery skills. He also only knew one person who could use such a sinister and poisonous weapon.
Taiheng is lenient with himself, while Ling teaches Yan to argue.
Is this a desperate struggle, or the reckless loyalty of a mortal
... Does that mean Yu's counterattack is not over yet
Jiang Youyue also reacted quickly. He quickly cast a spell to cover his body with mist. Mortal poison could not hurt the immortal. The immortal stood still and continued to call the wind and rain and control the puppet.
But that arrow was like the thin light rising from a firework.
Immediately afterwards, countless strange auras surged in from all directions. The rumbling sound of the mud dragon disappeared, replaced by the upright and clear sound of chanting Buddha's name. Pillars of white light shone from afar, and dozens of battle formations were launched. The clouds that stretched for thousands of miles were cut apart, revealing a clear blue sky at the border.
A black horse rushed into the group of puppets, and a strong momentum suddenly exploded. Just as they were exploring the surroundings, Su Si took the lead and stabbed into the encirclement of the vine puppets like a sharp knife.
He took a small detour on the way here and grabbed Yan Qing who was gathering his strength. The latter took a long rest under the pretense of being injured. This time Yan Qing did not hold back. He sat behind Su Si, holding the sword in one hand, and the sword energy had a few more unbridled and unrestrained momentum.
The third move of Yuqing sword technique is to open metal and stone.
Yan Qing let out a long howl, and the Mercy Sword trembled, with a faint golden glow floating on the sword body. The sword wind suddenly sounded, like thunder in the plain, and like the rise of a mountain. His immature and solemn aura broke out of its shell and turned into pure majesty.
The three of them did not communicate verbally, and their cooperation was excellent. The black horse jumped over the heads of the Kushan Sect's master and apprentice, and the powerful sword energy came like a tidal wave, blowing the puppet away in an instant. Many auras were approaching very quickly, and there were thousands of them, obviously all martial artists.
Things are going to get bad.
Qu Duanyun pulled out his long arrow and tried to stand up. However, the poison of the Ling Sect was complex and venomous. Even though he was gifted, he could not get rid of it for a while. Jiang Youyue also clenched his teeth and did not dare to rest. He kept using magic and attacked the dying master and disciple with all his strength. Unfortunately, although the master's magic was fierce, it was all blocked by Su Si's magic weapon of the Chi Gou Sect. The little boy wrapped a large bag of magic treasures on the side of the saddle and threw them away when they were broken, as if they were cabbages sold by pound.
“Shame on you.”
The bastard said with a grin.
"Since I have become a great demon, I will naturally squander my family fortune."
The move "Opening the Metal and Stone" almost consumed all of Yan Qing's energy. He did not fall down, but held Su Si's waist with one hand and held the Mercy Sword with the other hand, continuing to use his strength to knock away the puppet that tried to approach.
The puppets that were blown far away were immediately restrained by the first wave of "foreign aid" - the newcomers were wearing the uniforms of the Chi Gou Sect, and they were all powerful believers stationed in various strongholds. There were many new recruits from the Ling Sect mixed in, and they all had a crazy vigor when they fought. The people of the Demon Sect were still the people of the Demon Sect after all, and they could not defeat the fairy puppets one-on-one, so they simply rushed over and mercilessly beat them to death.
The next person to come was the monk.
Not only monks from Jianchen Temple came, but Jianchen Temple, as the leader of all temples, had incredible appeal. The monks all had blank expressions, and kept chanting. This time, it was like a swarm of ants biting an elephant to death. The True Immortal had not recovered from his injuries, and his magic to call the wind and rain was suppressed within a three-inch area, and he could not even release the root of his troubles.
The black fire on its body was still burning, so it had to focus on attacking Shi Jingzhi and Yin Ci. Unexpectedly, the third wave of reinforcements followed closely - Taiheng Sect had nearly a thousand people this time, with more than a dozen elders alone, and brought many small sects affiliated with Taiheng. They rushed from another direction, obviously to protect the master and apprentice.
Some were using magic to contain the enemy, some were actively attacking, and some were supporting the defense. This was obviously planned in advance, but... this was obviously impossible.
Qu Duanyun tried his best to stay awake, but his thoughts became increasingly confused.
When did that fox from Kushan Sect start to plot? Didn't they just ask Monk Juehui to run away with the Dharma Protector Hua? How could the martial arts world prepare so quickly
Although the matter of the hanging wood was leaked by Yueshui Pavilion, this matter was extremely unrealistic. How could it be possible that so many people risked their lives
Previously, the True Immortals had attacked indiscriminately, and the officers and soldiers of the Immortal Guiding Association had already been killed or injured. Facing the siege of nearly 10,000 people, they were left with only three people.
"I cannot burn a True Immortal with my own strength."
Shi Jingzhi slowly smiled; his smile was twisted, yet extremely sincere.
"So we called a few more people - mortals are just so delicate and vulgar, so please bear with us."
"you will die."
Qu Duanyun clenched his teeth and his vision went dark.
"You... you are clearly a lustful person, but you don't want to live... If the hanging wood is gone, Yin Zhu will also die. What is your desire..."
As a result, he didn't finish the second half of the sentence because he was shocked by the scene before him.
Shi Zhongyu also recovered his breath and led the Taiheng disciples to protect the others. The attack of the True Immortal was fierce, but the Taiheng sect was ancient and could barely withstand some tricky spells. More than a dozen elders stood behind Shi Jingzhi and actually began to infuse him with essence.
Desire is originally caused by excess energy and weakness. Does this person want to die? !
"I won't die, and neither will I."
Shi Jingzhi helped Yin Ci, who was still burning with black flames, with a broken body and only a pair of eyes that were sharp enough to make people tremble with fear.
This time, Qu Duanyun heard clearly the words that were just drowned out by the rain.
"I'm ready, sir."