Muyan: "What? Is there a problem with the surname Jun?"
Wen Huanglang shook his head again and again, "No, no, I'm just... Girl, can you tell me who your parents are?"
Muyan narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Wen Huanglang.
She had an intuition that this person should have something to do with the clues she was looking for about her parents.
However, before she could ask, the living corpse suddenly dragged by her hands let out a shrill howl, and the whole body trembled violently.
Muyan flipped her wrist, and Tianmoqin appeared in her palm.
[Draw the ground as a prison] Activate!
An invisible barrier enveloped the flailing corpse.
But also because she used her spiritual power, all the living corpses in the valley screamed and crawled towards this side with hands and feet.
"Damn it!" Wen Huanglang growled, "Are you crazy? Didn't I tell you not to use spiritual power?"
Muyan ignored him, but quickly plucked the strings in her hand.
[Drawing the Ground as a Prison]'s control area is getting bigger and bigger, and in the end, it actually envelops hundreds of living corpses in this mountain depression.
Muyan's figure is suspended in mid-air, her fingers are lightly pinched and slowly twirled, and the tone of the melody changes.
A faint light was emitted from the Tianmoqin, illuminating the entire mountain depression.
Wen Huanglang looked up at this scene blankly, with shock in his eyes, but also unbelievable trance.
The next moment, he suddenly widened his eyes.
I saw that in the bloody and rotten unclean abyss like hell, the girl was dressed in white as snow, spotless.
Afterwards, the figure's guqin slowly split into two, standing opposite each other, with the same movements, but they played completely different tunes.
[Phantom Heavy]Activate!
The "Muyan" on the left continued to maintain [Drawing the Ground as a Prison], while the "Muyan" on the right changed the tune and activated [Shujing Qihuang] instead.
Strands of silver energy lines overflowed from the Tianmoqin on the right, and shot towards the living corpse grabbing Muyan for help.
It is also a huge burden for Muyan to activate three kinds of Kagura master skills at the same time.
Fine beads of sweat ooze from her forehead, and the sweaty temple hair sticks to her face, but she has no time to fiddle with it.
The activation of the triple skill lasted for half an hour.
And Wen Huanglang just stared helplessly, incredulously looking at the skinny living corpse, which had long been neither human nor ghost, slowly filled with flesh and blood, slowly recovered a trace of spiritual power, and slowly the The one eye that was still intact exuded a sparkle of life.
"I... am I saved?"
The "living corpse" desperately touched his face, stomped on the ground with his feet, feeling the feeling of standing up again and being reborn as a human being.
Tears finally couldn't hold back, and came out of my eyes.
He survived, did he really survive
He... how could he survive
The "living corpse" suddenly raised its head and looked at the girl in the void, as if looking at a god descending from the sky.
He almost lost his previous consciousness, but instinctively remembered that he didn't want to die, so he grabbed something and desperately asked for help.
But even he himself didn't believe that he, who was sent into the impure abyss and turned into a living corpse, had the possibility of surviving.
"Aw! Ah!!"
Before the young man had time to rejoice in the rest of his life, suddenly there was a roar, and countless living corpses rushed towards him with their bloody mouths wide open.
Zheng! !
The sound of the piano buzzed, hundreds of sound blades descended from the sky, brushed against the "living corpse" at the front, and shot into the ground.