Those who had the right to speak were holding their breath, and the room was speechless for a moment.
A Chigou cultist stood up and looked at the status of his dress: "The leader of my cult has recorded a 'humanoid coffin'. The inner shell of this object is made of monster skin and is extremely tough. The outside is wrapped in ghost skin clothing made of ghost silk, and the tentacles are Like a living person.”
"The coffin is filled with spells that can control its movements. The corpse does not rot after being placed in the coffin, and can even move as normal in the tomb. Yan Budu most likely enchanted it with his own skills... "
His voice was tinged with fear.
"There are no teeth in the humanoid coffin, and there is no body inside. Without the interference of dead bodies, it will only become stronger. Please be careful."
Everyone understood the implication.
Yan Budu's martial arts were so exquisite that only Chigoujiao Suzhi and Jianchensi Kongshi could rival him at the same time. At that time, the Ling Sect was surrounded and suppressed by the Righteous Dao. Yan Budu once defeated nine with one enemy and killed nine masters of the Righteous Dao in one fell swoop. Even if the humanoid coffin only inherited a small part of Yan Budu's power, it would be more than enough to deal with them -
Except for Wu Xue Po of the Chi Gou Sect who was present in person, other sects did not send any top experts. Not to mention that after going through all kinds of things in the tomb, everyone had already run out of food and ammunition and was exhausted.
"Yan Budu's body is not there?" Xu Jingming couldn't hold back and gasped. "He really became an immortal?"
No one answered him.
Shi Zhongyu was the most decisive, and the Yin Fire streaked through the air, slashing towards the human coffin's arm holding the cigarette pole. Unexpectedly, the divine weapon was covered with Yin fire and only made a soft "ding" sound. The sword blade barely broke through the outer layer of ghost skin, revealing the inner demon skin.
The humanoid coffin leisurely backhand, directly twisting the rapier in half. It pulled it smoothly, gathered its fingers together, and poked Shi Zhongyu's neck.
Shi Zhongyu couldn't dodge in time, and blood was about to splash on the spot. A long string of rosary beads hooked her waist and pulled her back to the door. Monk Juehui flicked his rosary beads and said, "I'm offended."
The humanoid coffin didn't catch up immediately, it got out of bed slowly. The red robe was made of fine quality material, and although it was somewhat rotten and faded, there was no sign of decay at all.
Even so, the human-shaped coffin was still disheveled, with half of its shoulders exposed.
Shi Jingzhi took two steps back and rushed to the outside of the room. Wu Xuepo just frowned, and he ran back again, making random gestures at Monk Juehui.
Seeing that no one responded, Shi Jingzhi took action directly.
He crossed over the human coffin, stepped on the bedpost, and slapped the ceiling with his palm. The golden fire in his palm was so strong that the roof was shattered, revealing the empty dome outside.
When Shi Jingzhi landed, he snatched the rosary beads from Monk Juehui, then jumped up on the broken wall and threw the rosary beads around.
The monk at Jianchen Temple couldn't hold back his anger: "That is the treasure of our temple. Donor you..."
The monk had just finished speaking when he was interrupted by Shen Zhu's hand. Shen Zhu smiled at him: "Little Master, I think Master Shi borrowed it just because he knew Wuliang Rosary."
Infinite rosary beads can be condensed into new rosary beads with true energy. As long as the internal strength is sufficient and can be maintained, it doesn't matter how long they can be stretched. Shi Jingzhi held his breath and hooked the rosary beads on the rocks and trees outside to form a rosary net.
Wu Xuepo reacted very quickly: "Good boy - everyone, come on, let's fight quickly!"
She pulled the crutch, and she pulled it into several sections. Each section was connected with black and red tendons, and a hook like a scorpion's tail protruded from the crook of the crutch. The Chigou cultists rushed towards the human-shaped coffin at the same time, with the wind surging from their palms. The humanoid coffin was pushed forward two steps and was caught by the lengthened crutch.
Wu Xue Po gave a silent sinister smile and stepped firmly onto the rosary net: "Master Shi, hold on!"
Not to be outdone, the others jumped onto the Buddhist bead net and left the dream objects on the ground.
The smile on the humanoid coffin's face gradually disappeared.
It held the red hook, which was coated with poison, and its palm suddenly squeaked. The monks took the opportunity to set up a formation, chanting sutras everywhere, and surrounded the human-shaped coffin.
Disturbed by Buddhist magic, the movements of the humanoid coffin became stiff and scary. It held the cigarette stick backwards like a dagger, and in the next moment, the monk closest to it had his entire face pierced, his facial features disappeared, and only a ring-shaped skull remained.
The ruby cigarette rod was stained with blood and brains, and the sweetness of the incense was stronger.
The humanoid coffin waved the cigarette stick, and several sword energy struck in all directions. The cigarette rod was so thin that it could be broken if it was pulled apart, but at this moment it was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and it brought endless chills every time it came and went.
It is just a dead thing without a brain, but there is still a lot of frivolity left in its moves. The demon who disappeared a hundred years ago could turn his power into exploding flowers of blood just by pulling up an empty coffin.
And it doesn't even have murderous intent.
How powerful could Yan Budu, the lunatic who had been fighting the righteous path for two years, be when he was still alive
One corpse after another fell from the rosary net, and the dripping blood slid through the golden light of the beads. Not a single lamp was turned off, but the shadows around him gradually became thicker.
Seeing that the formation of Chen Temple remained motionless, the monks were chanting sutras faster and faster, and the golden light of the rosary beads nearby became brighter. Monk Juehui, Shi Zhongyu and Wuxuepo attacked at the same time, and even Zheng Fengdao stepped onto the rosary net.
"I am here to prosper the Ling Sect, and I ask the Holy Master to understand."
The human coffin ignored him and stared at Shi Jingzhi outside the encirclement with a pair of bloody eyes.
The masters of each faction are accustomed to fighting, and holding their breath is easy. Shi Jingzhi, on the other hand, had to exert all his energy, unable to do both, and his face turned purple from holding back.
He tried to sort out his scattered thoughts -
As the master of the big dream, the humanoid coffin will definitely distort dreams spontaneously and create illusions to deal with itself. However, he was worried about the fighting situation around him and could not close his eyes to escape.
Fortunately, the humanoid coffin does not have the strength of Yan Budu. The young monks did not enter the tent, and nothing happened at the moment. It seems that even if it can dominate dreams, it can only focus on one person.
Such as yourself. Shi Jingzhi grinned and gave a wry smile.
Sure enough, the humanoid coffin lowered his eyes, ignored the blood on the cigarette holder, and took another drag. This time, the incense it sprayed was as white as bone, stacked like silk, and lingered for a long time.
The exclamations from the people in Yueshui Pavilion came from below: "Master Shi, hold it in! The humanoid coffin has controlled the things in the dream and is heading towards you!"
Shi Jingzhi really didn't want to know what the dream thing looked like. While holding his breath, he sent true energy to the infinite rosary to maintain its shape.
Although it was slightly stumbled by experts from various factions, the humanoid coffin was still approaching.
Shi Jingzhi's free hand couldn't help but clench, but it didn't touch the other person's body temperature. Yes, his apprentice is still down there. Yin Ci is nesting in a tent with clean air, and will not be disturbed by nightmares.
... Perhaps he got used to it too quickly, Shi Jingzhi clenched his fists in frustration.
He had to hold on.
Once you start breathing, the illusion will take effect again, and you will see the dream objects approaching actively. Once he is forced to encounter them, he will not end well.
If he falls down, the infinite rosary will immediately return to its original state, and everyone will fall to the ground. And the ground is full of dream things, and everyone will definitely die.
The battlefield is like a magic formation, and Shi Jingzhi is the eye of the formation.
The masters of each faction naturally saw the situation clearly and took action fiercely. Most of the beautiful appearance of the human-shaped coffin was destroyed, but it still moved forward stubbornly towards Shi Jing. Half of the ruby cigarette stem was missing, and the incense was coming out intermittently.
As long as it holds on for a while, the tobacco pole will be destroyed. Unfortunately, discharging true energy is a tiring task, and Shi Jingzhi collapsed completely, feeling so suffocated that stars appeared in his eyes.
Just hold on a little longer...
No, I can't hold on anymore. Shi Jingzhi thought drowsily.
His brain felt like it was being roasted on a fire, and his heart and lungs were burned to pieces one after another. The rusty blood rushed in his mouth, and the suffocating acid accumulated in his chest. He was about to lose consciousness, die alone, and be buried here with everyone.
Is this his destined ending
What a pity, Shi Jingzhi said. If he must die, he would rather die beside another person.
Anyone can do it, as long as that person is willing to look at him seriously, just like back then...
At this moment, the rosary net trembled slightly. A pair of steady hands held Shi Jingzhi's face, and something soft touched his cold lips.
The other person's breath was familiar and warm, almost burning.
The clean air was brought to his mouth, and Shi Jingzhi took a few greedy breaths. Finally, he breathed slowly and his mind gradually became clearer.
Wait, everyone is dealing with the humanoid coffin, who can have enough time to transfer their energy -
Shi Jingzhi looked at Yin Ci in front of him and swallowed his exclamation with difficulty. He patted his apprentice on the back relatively reservedly and screamed. Yin Ci ignored the master who was thrashing about randomly, and continued to connect their lips, focusing on channeling the energy, turning the cheap master into a hot tomato.
Tomatoes turned red at that time, and I did not forget to infuse my true energy into my hands. The rosary net was as stable as a rock. However, his thinking almost stopped, and the touch of skin against skin was like a poison, causing his internal organs to burn again.
There was a soft "click" sound.
The ruby cigarette rod was shattered into pieces, and the incense faded instantly.
With all the masters risking their lives to attack, the battle situation finally improved. The grand scene in Xiaoyao Palace gradually declined, and the illusion quickly disappeared without a trace like snow under the scorching sun.
Shi Jingzhi held his apprentice's waist and gradually lost his energy. The infinite rosary returned to its original state, and everyone landed on the ground together with the human coffin.
The illusion disappeared, everything became dim, and the leader's face turned red when no one noticed.
"Aci, I... you... didn't my teacher tell you to stay here?!" Shi Jingzhi even spat out blood for the first time in a long time.
Yin Ci looked innocent: "I calculated the time and was afraid that Master wouldn't be able to hold on, so I asked Miss Shen Zhu to throw me up."
Headmaster Shi had a dull expression on his face: "..."
"If Master stops here, how far can I run alone?"
"If you have such a plan in the future, tell me first." Shi Jingzhi rubbed his face twice and finally regained his composure.
Yin Ci changed the subject at the right time: "Without the illusion, seniors should be fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, the human-shaped coffin picked up the Buddhist beads on the pendant of the cigarette rod, raised his head, and swallowed the fragments of the cigarette rod.
Half of its face had a stunning appearance, showing a hint of a smile. The other half of the ghost leather suit was full of scars and looked extremely weird. After the humanoid coffin swallowed the beads, it didn't close its mouth immediately. It put its hand into its mouth and pulled out a whip.
Zheng Fengdao spat blood: "It's the Holy Hierarch's death whip."
Wu Xuepo folded one of her wrists and panted: "Seeing that the illusion has been broken, this thing needs to concentrate on dealing with us."
The humanoid coffin tilted its head slightly and flicked the black whip in its hand.
The sound of whips exploded, and all lanterns, torches, yin and yang fires were instantly extinguished and could not be rekindled. The thick darkness clung to everyone's eyes, making them breathless.
Shi Jingzhi stood up vigilantly and ignited the sun fire again and again, but there was no light.
"Aci, just stay with me, don't go anywhere..."
Before he finished speaking, his whole body fell softly.
Yin Ci took back his hand and put his lips against Shi Jingzhi's ear: "You did a good job. Let's sleep for a while."
He laid Shi Jingzhi flat on the ground and walked towards the thickest darkness.
The darkness underground is heavier than the outside world, and Yin Ci has long been used to it. He seemed to dissolve into the shadows, without breath, emotion, or any sound, leaving only nothingness.
Blood and flesh splattered not far away, and the pain and screams were mixed together, piercing the eardrums. The sound of metal clashing was soaked in the smell of blood, making it look particularly sad.
When Yin Ci found the human coffin, it was busy tearing the arm of a Chigou cultist into pieces.
This thing has no internal strength, and its strength is only about one-tenth of Yan Budu's. Yan Budu's technique is similar to "Su Zhi's" bone-sweeping sword. It takes a strange path, and he takes advantage of it.
It's just that Yin Ci and Yan Budu can still fight, let alone a human-shaped coffin. Not to mention, he had dealt with this thing a hundred years ago - if he could peel off the ghost skin once, he could peel it off a second time.
Yin Ci grabbed the mourning whip, ignored the barbs and curses on the whip, and pulled the human coffin in front of him.
Just like when he was playing tricks on Shi Jing not long ago, he returned to his original voice again, with a clear voice: "If you continue to make trouble, you will become annoying."
The humanoid coffin finally sensed the crisis and stabbed Yin Ci's heart with his backhand, but Yin Ci firmly restrained his wrist. He pinched the neck of the human-shaped coffin with his other hand and pressed it down with skillful force. The human-shaped coffin suddenly knelt on the ground.
Even though Yan Budu has all kinds of tricks, he only needs one flaw.
The human-shaped coffin was pressed firmly to the ground, and its whole body creaked. It tried to break free, but couldn't use any moves. It was like a butterfly nailed to death by a needle.
Facing Yan Budu's face, Yin Ci couldn't show any sympathy for her. He exerted force on his shoulders and arms, and in one breath, he tore off one arm of the humanoid coffin. The demon skin was violently torn apart, making a harsh sound.
The next moment, Yin Ci used his palm as a sword, and his fingertips swept across the human coffin's throat like a gust of wind. There was a heart-wrenching sound of breaking, and the neck of the humanoid coffin was cut open in half, with a dark red halo flashing across the fracture.
The fatal point is broken, the magic circle is broken, and the magic is broken. The whole process was precise and fast, like a one-sided execution.
Without the support of the magic, the coffin was overwhelmed and collapsed to the ground, its joints folded unnaturally.
Yes, it doesn't bleed.
Realizing his subconscious thoughts, Yin Ci smiled and kicked Zheng Fengdao, who was about to wake up.
The fourteen prayer beads are all here.
Everyone was dying, so it was easy to kill them. As long as he kills everyone, he can easily collect the beads and escape alone. It's impossible for the Jinyu Gang to stop him, and it's impossible for the Yueshui Pavilion to find him.
Next, just follow the treasure map and slowly find where the treasure is hidden. Even if the treasure has nothing to do with seeing flesh, this is just another failure, at least he succeeded in killing a lot of time.
If this is the end, my plan cannot be said to be unsatisfactory.
only…
Yin Ci walked to Shi Jingzhi's side, leaned over quietly, and looked at his cheap master - even if he fainted, there was still some redness in Shi Jingzhi's ears.
If it goes too smoothly, it would be too boring.
Yin Ci caught a strand of Shi Jing's long hair and played with it between his fingers.
… Let’s play some more, he thought to himself.