Jiang Youyue thought further than Qu Duanyun and soon saw through the Kushan Sect's tricks.
It seemed like a trap at the beginning.
Monk Juehui and Dharma Protector Hua were just baits to lure them to relax their vigilance. Fearing that they would confirm that "Yinxian would kill several heroes", the Kushan Sect used other means to persuade all sects to ambush nearby. Rumors of rebellion happened to spread everywhere, and all the refugees and bandits gathered nearby, with a very mixed atmosphere. As long as the martial artists hid far enough, they would not be able to judge.
At that time, Kushan Sect only needed to attract their attention. The reinforcements could quietly prepare for the battle formation without being exposed in time.
In order to achieve his goal, Yuzi actually threw himself to the last line.
Jiang Youyue's ears were buzzing, and his head felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles. His heart was torn in two, half of him was pleased with Yuzi's cunning and strength, and half of him was nervous about the bizarre current situation.
The Twin Roots were used beautifully, and with the Chi Gou Sect as a shield, it was not surprising that the Kushan Sect took the Twin Roots. It was strange that they were doing this.
Shi Jingzhi's meridians were obviously at their limit. The energy of the flesh statues in various places was constantly flowing, and with such a strong force, his body would only be damaged faster. Yin Ci was connected to the hanging wood, living and dying together, no matter how you think about it, there is no way he can have a good ending.
What does "will not die" mean
It's a pity that he couldn't continue to think peacefully.
It was like floating up from the bottom of a quiet body of water, with many bright colors hitting the eyes and noisy sounds filling the ears. The wilderness was originally lonely and empty, but now it was filled with martial artists who had come specially. The whistling and shouting could be heard everywhere, and the rubbing of weapons was like spring weeds, first scattered and then continuous. Suddenly, the wind of swords rose up and the cold blades whirled. People came from all directions, forming a torrent full of fighting spirit.
The ground rumbled together and seemed as if it would collapse into a heap.
The number of puppets summoned by the immortal was limited, and they were no match for the revenge-seeking people in the martial arts world. The puppet was torn into pieces, twitching and falling to the ground. The Taiheng Sect surrounded Qu Duanyun and Jiang Youyue, and forcibly separated the two from the immortal. Shi Zhongyu commanded the elders, and Shi Jingzhi's body was full of energy, and the energy gathered into a ball, surging and almost bursting.
The immortal is mainly hanging wood, so there is no problem of face or not. The poisonous fire burned for a long time, and Shi Jingzhi replenished his energy. Seeing that the situation was not going well, it intended to turn into meat pulp and leave this place first -
A hand went straight through the flesh.
Yin Ci used all his strength and crashed his body into the shapeless flesh. The immortal was a little slow, and the sound of chanting the "Wu Mu Sutra" was getting closer and closer. The Jianchen Temple was good at dealing with evil magic, and its magic was interfered with again and again, and it couldn't escape.
Yin Ci was holding a shapeless mass of flesh, most of which was burned, with a smile on his face.
Monk Juehui also turned back. The old monk looked up at the squirming flesh in the air, his expression extremely complicated. Monk Zhixing followed him as usual, and after a while he was dumbfounded.
"Master, what is that?"
"It's just a demon."
The immortal finally realized that things were not going well, and it stopped trying to flee or call the wind and rain. The flesh ball shrank, and countless hard roots shot out in all directions. A dozen Chigou followers were unable to dodge and were immediately skewered into dead meat. Six or seven chanting monks had their eyebrows pierced, and the originally tight encirclement had several holes.
The chanting sound became quieter, and the immortal used his old tricks again, intending to use magic to hurt people. Seeing the black clouds rolling and the strong wind rising again. Monk Juehui sighed and chanted the Buddha's name, waved his arm -
The infinite prayer beads were thrown into the strong wind and landed right in Shi Jingzhi's hands. Shi Jingzhi stared at the transformed immortal and triggered the long-accumulated torrent of energy.
Just like in the ghost tomb, the infinite prayer beads grew wildly. Like a spider silk, it entangled the thorny fairy everywhere into a ball. Yin Ci made several blood holes on it, which just happened to let the prayer beads pass through.
However, the torrent of vital energy was not exhausted and was still flushing through Shi Jing's meridians.
Shi Jingzhi's eyes were red and bleeding from all seven orifices. The wound on his throat burst open again, emitting pink blood foam. He walked closer to the frantically struggling immortal, his body shaking constantly, and the lightning caused by his magic exploded at his feet from time to time.
"Zi Zhu."
He smiled and murmured, stretching out his arms towards Yin Ci as if to give him a hug. The mist in the distance dissipated, and the outline of the withered mountain appeared again, no different from fourteen years ago.
"I'll take you away."
Shi Jingzhi said softly, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He tried to stab the immortal with the Diaoying Sword, but he didn't even have the strength to hold the sword.
A hand held him steady.
Yin Ci stumbled to the ground, barely holding onto Shi Jingzhi. He raised his hand, which still had white bones exposed, and covered Shi Jingzhi's right hand, which was holding the sword.
"." Yin Ci's voice was steady and relaxed, just like when they first met Feng Lin.
As soon as he finished speaking, he exerted force on his hand. The Shadow Sword was pushed by Yin Ci and pierced deeply into the body of the immortal.
There was a loud bang, and the earth shook even more violently.
Taiheng was a well-known and upright sect, and everyone had deep internal strength. The torrent of their energy had an outlet, and the black fire burned like an explosion. The shapeless flesh trembled and was covered by the black fire again.
This time the fire was so intense that its regeneration was noticeably slower than before. The flesh pulp turned into human-shaped pieces, which were then burned and shattered. Billowing black smoke rushed straight into the sky, gathering into dark clouds before dispersing again.
People approached from all directions, and seeing the elders of Taiheng all transmitting their internal energy with red faces, they followed suit. Jiang Youyue was so horrified that his voice was almost hoarse.
"Stop!" he yelled, "You are destroying the foundation of the Great Yun!!!"
No one paid any attention to him.
"If it keeps burning, disaster will come, and there will be no injuries or illnesses! Only a few mortals died, and you—"
Still no one paid any attention to him.
His voice was drowned out by the people's happy conversations. Most of the martial artists were immersed in the joy of defeating their enemies and killing evil spirits. Jiang Youyue shouted hoarsely and vomited blood on the spot. Mortals were so stupid that they didn't even know what they were burning for.
Mortals are so stupid...
Finally, no more tiny roots grew on the body of the immortal. The flames crackled and burned, and the flesh gradually turned into charred black powder. I don't know if it was an illusion, but a breeze blew past, and a sigh of relief came from the ashes.
Also collapsing was Yin Ci.
His body was already in tatters, and now it was collapsing even faster. In front of everyone's eyes, his legs were first turned into dust, followed by his chest and abdomen, and finally his arms and shoulders. When he fell, all that was left beside Jingzhi was his still burning head and a section of charred spine. The blood-red roots were wriggling half-dead, and quickly withered and dried up.
Shi Jingzhi held the head in his arms, staring in the direction without blinking—
Not far away, the bare branches that curled up into balls broke at the roots. They appeared in front of everyone's eyes, twitching and struggling, and then shrivelled up without any sign of regeneration.
As the hanging tree died, the root system at the bottom was naturally the first to be "disconnected". In Shi Jingzhi's arms, Yin Ci's head was motionless. Like the bare branch, only a few dying blood-red roots remained on the surface.
"Amitabha, I mourn for you."
Zhixing approached cautiously. He didn't know what was going on, but seeing Yin Ci burnt to the point of only a head, he was filled with sadness. After all, they were a master-disciple relationship, and Shi Jingzhi hugged the head tightly, presumably because he was extremely sad.
"Donor Yin..."
The little monk was so frightened that he swallowed down the words he was about to say.
Shi Jingzhi heaved a long sigh of relief, and he used all his strength to bite through the palm of his right hand, which was relatively intact. In the eyes of everyone in confusion, Shi Jingzhi pressed his bloody hand on the top of the head and into the blood-red roots.
"Come."
Blood flowed down the charred head, and Shi Jingzhi's voice was light and gentle. The Shadow Sword fell to the ground. It had absorbed too much energy and eventually broke into several pieces.
"In terms of size and vigor, I can't compare to Xuanmu. But since they created me in the image of Xuanmu... I can learn some of Xuanmu's abilities."
When those withered roots came into contact with the blood, they froze for a moment. They paused, then greedily absorbed the essence, even drilling into Shi Jingzhi's body through his wounds.
The wound was torn open, the blood was squeezed in, and Shi Jingzhi immediately broke out in a cold sweat. However, he did not move, kneeling firmly on the spot, allowing those fine threads to penetrate all over his body.
They penetrated into his internal organs, took root there, and almost greedily snatched his essence. The pain was as if his internal organs were being ground by a millstone, and Shi Jingzhi couldn't hold it back for a moment, and tears and sweat mixed all over his face.
But he still didn't let go of the head.
The next scene made everyone take a step back instantly.
The roots absorbed the essence and finally began to move actively again. They intertwined bones and muscles, hair and skin. Starting from the head, Yin Ci's body gradually took shape. In contrast, Shi Jingzhi's face was as pale as gold paper, and he became visibly haggard, with small moans coming from his throat.
As Yin Ci's complexion recovered, the blood-red roots connecting the two people gradually became transparent and disappeared into the air.
"Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!" Su Si shouted, and he rushed through the crowd like an arrow, with his hands on Shi Jingzhi's vest. "You're scared by this little scene, can you guys help me? If you don't want to help, get out of the way!"
The scene was extremely strange, even the Demon Cult had never seen such an exciting scene. The people were almost scared to death, but after being yelled at by this person, they came back to their senses - Cult Master Su's scolding was justified, as if it was a common thing.
The Kushan sect is even more evil than the evil sects
"Everyone...hiss, come over here." Yan Qing, leaning on the sword of mercy, cooperated with a grin. "That is, that is the secret technique of the Mishan Sect. Everyone, don't panic! Abbot Juehui, you-"
Monk Juehui understood, and he coughed twice: "The Yinxian Society supports evil spirits and harms innocent people. There is irrefutable evidence. The evil spirits are powerful and may cause harm. You should..."
The old monk's words were full of earnestness, and everyone immediately retreated a dozen steps and asked the monks to deal with the strange remains on the ground. Monk Juehui shook his head, took off his cassock, and put it on the almost naked master and disciple. Then he also pressed on Shi Jingzhi's shoulders, and the deep and gentle essence once again flowed into Shi Jingzhi's meridians.
Yin Ci's body had recovered almost completely, and there was no trace of wounds or ashes on his skin. He was in a deep sleep, like a bottomless pit that devoured his energy. Shi Jingzhi had lost a lot of blood, and now he was completely drained of it, and was about to faint. He forced himself to stop his back, and tears, sweat, and blood mixed together, dripping into Yin Ci's hair.
"You and I are closer than we were when we were first born."
He held the tips of Yin Ci's hair tremblingly and smiled with difficulty.
"It's said that there are eight sedan chairs and lanterns at the end of winter... Don't even think about... refusing to pay..."
Shi Jingzhi's voice became increasingly unclear, and just as he was about to close his eyes, hot fingertips pressed against his lips.
"I remember them all."
Yin Ci opened his eyes, and his pupils also showed a light amber color. His fingertips moved up along Shi Jingzhi's cheek and wiped away the man's tears. His eyebrows were full of vitality, and the dilapidated look just now disappeared without a trace. His eyes swept in the direction of the national teacher, and suddenly showed a sharp intention.
"But Your Highness, I still have some broken pieces to clean up... Can you wait a little longer?"