Yin Ci's clothes were all destroyed. Su Si called his dark horse and hurriedly dug out a suit. As soon as he handed over the clothes, his chest trembled. Shi Jingzhi was unsteady and almost fell on Yin Ci.
The ashes of the true immortal were blown away by the wind, causing the whole body to tremble, and the flat wasteland was dented visibly to the naked eye. The huge hanging trees were burned by the poisonous fire, the mountains and rivers shook, the valleys moved slowly, and there were varying degrees of collapse on the surface. The vibration was gentle and noticeable, like a low roar coming from the middle of the body.
The Diao Ying Sword was destroyed, but Yin Ci was still extremely small, lifting the hilt of the sword and holding the half-broken sword.
"Let's change the sword, the smaller sword is better." Su Si supported the sword, and he looked at it vaguely, but hesitated to speak. "I know a little bit about magic. Shizhang is not as good as Xuanmu, but you are seriously injured now..."
"Not only will I die, but I might also implicate him, I know." Yin Ci smiled, "...how could I hurt him."
The monk pretended not to hear anything, but Su Si immediately rolled his eyes.
The poison in the mausoleum was strong enough that Qu Duanyun only maintained his consciousness but was still unable to move at all. The corner of Jiang Youyue's mouth was stained with blood. He had long lost his elegant and complacent temperament, and his face was frighteningly gloomy. He was sitting on his knees, his wide sleeves stained with dust and mud, and he didn't seem to have any thoughts of resistance.
Seeing Yin Ci approaching, Jiang Youyue raised his head, his eyes full of anger. The martial arts people around him had watched a scene where a person was transformed into a living person. They were afraid of this strange man who came back from the dead, and subconsciously moved closer.
"It turns out that this... this is the principle of grafting ordinary trees. Are you treating Yuzi as a new hanging tree?"
Jiang Youyue showed his teeth stained with blood and smiled heartily.
"If you connect the meridians to his body and share his energy with him, that person will indeed live a little longer. Unfortunately, the source is not there, and he is still lingering."
"Under the curse of twin roots, the blood master and blood guide will live and die together."
Yin Ci stopped in front of Jiang Youyue, and his smile disappeared like smoke.
"Chigou was going around destroying temples and stealing gold. Was it really for gold?"
Jiang Youyue's smile instantly solidified.
It's a meat idol.
After Chi Gou plundered the gold, the shell of the statue was damaged to varying degrees. He saw that the statue of the god was still there, but did not investigate further. He believed in the solidity of the flesh statue, just as he believed in the immortality of the hanging tree.
However, his opponents all used the same method!
The function of twin roots is simple. As long as the "flesh and blood" are the same and the roots can be touched, the curse can take effect. Yin Ci's flesh and blood is not limited to "this one" in front of him - the flesh statue can absorb essence and self-recovery like a hanging tree, relying on the "immortal body" as the core.
The flesh god statue is extremely difficult to destroy, but if just a little twin root is buried in it, any mortal can do it. Twin roots are not a rare thing that is hard to find in the world. Chigou and Lingxi always have them. For Kushan style, you only need to pick a large enough root ball and have someone carefully cut it into pieces.
This time facing the people, the Yinxian Guild was completely defeated.
Just now, Yin Ci was burned until only one head was left, and the immortal body inside the flesh statue could not escape. It had no head left, and probably only a few broken bones remained. Without the immortal body, the flesh statue has truly become a flesh statue, with nothing special about it.
Shi Jingzhi will no longer be forcefully injected with essence, and new desires will not appear. His master is relying on the flesh statue to survive. As a result, his old man will also be in bad luck...
Jiang Youyue's face instantly showed resentment and anger. He gritted his teeth and locked Yin Ci with a pair of dim eyes.
"You have a good understanding. You deserve to be a national master. I'm afraid your flesh statue will have to be remade." Yin Ci grabbed Jiang Youyue's front and put his lips to his ear. "Now I'm not immortal. This time, where are you going to find the core?...Why don't you go pay homage to Luo Jiu's desire son and ask him for advice?"
Jiang Youyue: "Are you full now? In the future, there will be droughts, floods, epidemics, and disabilities. Luo Jiu wants his son to become a king, but the war will not stop! The great country is in ruins, and there is no life. This is The result of your .”
"Back then, I fought on the battlefield and fought in all directions with Xu Yue, so that the weak would not be afraid of the oppression of the strong, and the old, young, women and children would not be displaced and die miserably on the streets."
Yin Ci answered unhurriedly.
"Hai Qingheyan has spent three hundred years today, and just to help eliminate risks for a tree, you have destroyed villages and killed people. The sick, weak and old will die earlier than during the war; even if you are born as a nine-five-year-old, you will still die." Tools for manipulation... Is this your 'prosperity'?"
Hearing this, Qu Duanyun struggled to crawl closer: "For three hundred years, the country of Dayun has been strong and prosperous, and the people have lived and worked in peace and contentment. Isn't that enough?! When the countries are unified, there will be no more wars in the world. The price is just a few. An insignificant person, you... you killed Xuanmu, so you didn't make the decision for others!"
"You speak like you are the only one who is right. Is there any difference between you and me?!"
"have."
Yin Ci squeezed Jiang Youyue's collar and raised his broken sword.
"In attracting immortals, they offend me first and harm my lover later. It's a matter of personal grudges and righteousness, half and half. Of course I'm different from you - I'm just a mortal wallowing in the mud."
Seeing Yin Ci's deadly attack, Shi Zhongyu, who was not far away, was immediately shocked. She subconsciously rushed forward: "Senior Yin, be careful of lynching! He is an official of the imperial court, and he will follow the truth—"
However, Yin Ci only paused for a moment.
Amidst the rumble of mountains and rivers collapsing, the black broken blade flashed with cold light and stabbed down before his eyes. Jiang Youyue roared, and the dazzling light of the technique exploded instantly. The light dissipated, and the Imperial Master and Qu Duanyun disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Shi Zhongyu's face turned pale, and he looked a little ashamed: "That person was quarreling just now, and most likely he was secretly preparing a spell. There are many wild valleys here, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's hard to find."
Yin Ci slowly put away the knife, with a half-smile on his face.
"Miss Shi, you are still the same as before. Don't go up. We have a solution of our own."
He glanced at her thoughtfully, twirled his clothes, and quickly returned to Shi Jing's side. Shi Zhang seemed to have woken up a little. He ignored everyone watching and just stayed glued to Yin Ci.
After making sure that the other party was okay, Shi Jingzhi took a deep breath, as if he was letting out all the pain and loneliness of these years. He buried his face in Yin Ci's arms and fell asleep amidst the tearing sound.
Yin Ci sat quietly. A monk approached to help him. He just shook his head and was held tightly in his arms.
"Let him sleep," he said softly.
A dozen miles away, a white light flashed.
Jiang Youyue grabbed Qu Duanyun, and he fell onto the grass in a state of embarrassment. This is a small hill, surrounded by rocks and grass. There are several wild apricots growing in the cracks. The flowers have fallen early and the leaves are extremely lush, creating a scene full of spring.
Qu Duanyun kept using his energy to drive away the poison, and now he could barely stand up. Jiang Youyue's injury was serious, and he couldn't run very far with his magic. Fortunately, this place is sparsely populated, so if you pick any barren mountain or ridge, no one will be able to find it.
"Master, what's the point of a hundred years of great work?" The anger on Qu Duanyun's face did not diminish.
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Youyue's eyes were cold, "When Jingzhi didn't eat the meat, the meat must still be there. No one will destroy such a treasure easily. If you and I find it, I will take it personally and sow new seeds." Hanging wood.”
"...Master..."
"No matter how much trouble that person in Dry Mountain gets in the way, he still has the lifespan of a mortal. He brought about his own destruction. If we continue to fight, we will not lose to a dead corpse."
"Disciple Bai, then everything remains as usual. We have to deal with Xu Jingxing first."
"hold head high."
"Well, that's right. The top priority is the battle of Naluojiu. Then you can follow me..."
"hold head high."
Jiang Youyue and Qu Duanyun: "..."
The person slowly turned his head. Not far from the grass, a fat, snow-white goose stood. The goose had a fleshy tentacle on its head, and its small eyes were full of arrogance and disdain.
"Ang!" it shouted majestically and flapped its wings.
"What do you plan to do when you come to such a remote place?" A smiling female voice said, "People who live deep in the mountains and forests, don't be evil."
The person who came was wearing dark vermilion clothes and exquisite make-up. She combed her hair into an almost gorgeous bun, revealing a pair of earrings of different sizes on her ears - one of which was hanging a jade pendant from the Lord of Heaven.
Shen Zhu.
She dispersed the sparrows on her shoulders, and hugged Mr. Bai, who was still screaming loudly, and his smile became more gentle and beautiful. She left her left hand free and took out a small cloth bag.
"Young lady, you heard me right, you two, this is this thing, right?"
The wind blew open the untied cloth, revealing a bright red and beautiful fruit. It had a piece missing, and thick, clear honey flowed out from the cut, and the aroma was even more enticing than when it was intact.
Look at the meat.
The moment they realized this, the masters and apprentices of the country couldn't care less about their grudges and plots. Everyone rushed towards the flesh, with a fierce momentum that was bound to win.
Seeing someone rushing over, Shen Zhu's eyes flickered for a moment, and he looked up to the sky with a sharp smile.
Shen Zhu laughed so hard that his voice broke, his voice sharp and unpleasant. The tone was more like a howl that had been suppressed for many years than a wild laugh. She just stood there, stretched out her hand, and the moment Jiang Youyue's fingertips touched the flesh -
Tsk.
There was another soft sound, and the sweet and tempting aroma turned into the smell of burnt meat. The black fire burned her left hand, and the ring on it became even more conspicuous. One of them is as dark as the hanging shadow sword, and the other one is vaguely shining with golden light, which is a magic weapon burning sun fire.
Shen Zhu's left hand was burned terribly, and the flesh on it turned into pitch black. She was still laughing wildly, with tears streaming down her face, as if she couldn't feel any pain.
The flesh was not big enough, but it turned into ashes in an instant. Shen Zhu smiled tiredly, so he raised his left hand, which was so burned that the skin was split open, and licked it gently.
Jiang Youyue stood there blankly, looking at the woman in front of him who was smiling so proudly. The great achievements of a century were scattered with ashes, and there was no longer any hope left. Anger, despair and helplessness were mixed together, forming an extremely crazy killing spree. The master and apprentice, with their eyes almost split open, took advantage of the momentum just now to attack Shen Zhu.
Qu Duanyun reluctantly lifted the sword, while Jiang Youyue held on and pinched the magic formula.
"Bitch, how dare you-"
"Why don't you dare?"
There was a soft ding sound, and the man's attack was blocked by the invisible cover. Shen Zhumei's eyes were filled with tears, and there were still tears in her eyes.
"I dare to do a lot of things, right, Your Majesty?"