Sparks crackled and the branch with the dried meat on it fell to the ground and stuck into the mud. Zuo Zhengyang wiped his stubbled lips and stood up, dragging his cloak.
In his sight, in the misty forest opposite, an old man in ragged clothes stood there motionless. Only a little of his face could be seen under his messy white hair. A strong stench filled the air.
"Corpse odor... No, it's corpse gas!"
Zuo Zhengyang's eyes became fierce, and he reached back and grabbed. Two long swords that were leaning against the tree trunk flew towards him, and one fell into his hand. The other also flew towards him and hung on his back.
The wind blew through the dark forest, and the fallen leaves rustled past my feet.
In the shadows over there, a figure emitting the stench of a corpse slowly raised his head. There was no trace of blood on his face, which was only gray and dark. Only the whites of his eyes could be seen when he opened them.
Uh uh… uh…
His lips were slightly parted, revealing fangs, and wisps of corpse energy spread out from the corners of his mouth. His white eyes stared straight at the one-armed man opposite him.
"A monk... hehe..."
Zuo Zhengyang frowned slightly. This corpse monster actually had consciousness and could speak? However, the moment the thought came to his mind, the figure opposite him stomped heavily on the ground and turned into a series of afterimages rushing towards him.
Zuo Zhengyang turned around and kicked the tree trunk. As the leaves fluttered and fell, his body soared into the air. The gray-white hand swung from the opposite side grabbed the tree trunk with his fingertips, leaving four deep scratches.
Wood chips flew everywhere, and a figure fell from the air. The cloak was blown away with a rustling sound. The next moment after it was blown away, a long-handled knife stretched out, emitting a flash of cold light and chopped the corpse monster on the back.
The tattered and dirty robe was torn into pieces by the sword energy with a hissing sound, revealing his skinny and scaly skin and bones. He stumbled towards a nearby tree, and the trunk was shaking due to the vibration.
Zuo Zhengyang fell to the ground, holding the knife in one arm and swinging it, with the tip of the knife slightly hanging on the ground, and said in a sharp voice: "You are a monster, you have a little wisdom, if you can speak, you can speak it out!"
"hehe… "
The fallen leaves fluttered to the ground, and the corpse monster leaning against the tree slowly turned around, and its eyes, which were all white, gradually turned black.
"People in the north should all die... No one can stop me from recovering... my homeland..."
This corpse monster was none other than Chen Fu who came from the south.
In order to protect the immortality of his soul consciousness, he turned into a corpse demon. Along the way, corpse qi and yin qi began to infect him, and his mind became a little unclear. The only thing that was still clear was the obsession in his heart.
As he murmured hoarse words, the old man's eyes were filled with darkness.
Zuo Zhengyang's face darkened, and the slightly drooping tip of the knife slowly rose, faintly lighting up with the color of flames. The swaying campfire beside him suddenly fell over, and a spark floated out, adhering to the blade, like boiling oil touching fire, and it suddenly enveloped the entire blade.
"Restore the country?"
When mentioning his old country, Zuo Zhengyang felt furious. The emperor was corrupt and the court was in chaos, which allowed evil spirits to take advantage of the situation and bring disaster to the country and the people.
How did he become a person who lost his country? On this point, Lu Liangsheng rarely mentioned the Chen Kingdom to him.
"That kind of imperial court will not be destroyed and will be kept for the New Year?!!"
As the roar rang out in the woods, the old man's gray hair and beard fluttered in the wind, and he opened his mouth and sprayed out a burst of corpse gas. The one-armed figure in front of him slammed the flaming knife in his hand into the ground with a bang. The blade turned and pulled out a knife, the ground cracked, and a half circle of flames extended rapidly.
The flames and corpse qi collide.
boom-
It was a huge explosion. The air was distorted by the high temperature and flames shot up into the sky. Zuo Zhengyang was protected by the Fire Spirit Pearl. His armor and cloak only fluttered violently in the heat wave of the impact. He swung his blade, illuminated by the firelight, and took a step forward. In a few steps, his entire body turned into an afterimage and rushed towards the flames. He stepped on the ground, shook off the burning leaves, leaped into the air, and rushed out of the sea of fire.
Chen Fu looked around with his arms and legs bared. He couldn't see with his eyes, but his hearing, smell and perception were extremely sharp. Amid the loud noises of explosions and the crackling of burning leaves, he could vaguely hear footsteps and the sound of blades breaking through the air.
Uh... uh uh...
He let out a low growl from his throat and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction where the different sounds came from.
The next moment.
A figure broke through the flames that shot up into the sky, and the blade of a sword, dragging flames through the sunlight shining through the gap in the forest, slashed down from the air.
when!
The flames splashed and spread in all directions.
The arm was like a dead branch, and the blade made a sharp sound like hammering iron when it cut on it. Chen Fu roared, swung his arm to deflect the blade that hit his skin and bones, and used his other hand in a claw shape to grab the falling figure.
In an instant, everything seemed to slow down. Zuo Zhengyang, with his hair fluttering, stared at the corpse monster with black eyes and white beard, his cheek against the other's dry hand. He loosened the handle of the knife with his one arm, grasped it back with his backhand, and pulled it out, cutting out a cold light diagonally.
Bang!
The blade swung, but no blood splashed, only a broken arm was lifted high into the sky.
"Ahh—" Chen Fu screamed miserably, covering his severed left arm, stumbling backwards, revealing the broken bones. The gas of corpse gushed out, filling the forest, and the tree trunks and weeds that stuck to it instantly turned black and withered, turning into a pool of sticky black water.
The severed arm fell back in mid-air and landed on the ground. The five fingers moved, flexed and bounced, and flew up and jumped onto the old man. Taking advantage of the corpse gas, he escaped and disappeared into the woods.
Zuo Zhengyang waved his robe sleeves and used his magic power to blow away the corpse qi. When it dissipated, the corpse monster had long disappeared from sight.
"What a powerful corpse aura..."
He looked at a large tree that was corroded and was about to chase it, but suddenly stopped, "Corpse poison..."
Zuo Zhengyang put the knife aside, sat down cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and used his magic power to flow through his body, forcing out some of the corpse qi that he had accidentally inhaled just now, then stood up again and drew his long knife.
Although we have defeated this corpse monster, there are still villages in this mountain area, so we must kill it to protect... innocent people, and we cannot delay any longer.
Thinking of this, he put the long sword on his back and held another sword in his hand, and chased in the direction where the corpse monster fled.
Outside the forest, the morning light rises into the clouds, and it is bright and brilliant.
In early autumn, the cicadas are still chirping, filling the mountains and fields with their buzzing. There are also several brown and yellow dirt roads crisscrossing the lush foothills, and cultivating fields on the mountainside. Farmers are busy harvesting crops while listening to the annoying cicadas. Occasionally, when the mountain breeze blows, they straighten up and take off their straw hats to cool themselves down.
Behind the acres of fields is a village surrounded by long fences. It is almost noon and the children come out jumping and running to the fields to call the adults to come back for dinner. The playful ones will linger for a while, picking the dogtail grass on the roadside and swinging it in their hands.
Crash-
The branches of a nearby grove were shaking. A startled bird flew out, flapping its wings and flying away in panic. The child holding the dog's tail tilted his head, looking curiously at the dim woods. He seemed to see the outline of a person squatting in it.
The child glanced at the adults in the fields in the distance, then carefully walked towards the edge of the woods with his little feet. The crouching figure was shirtless, thin and gray, with his head buried as if he was eating.
Children who grew up in the village are usually braver. Since it was not far from their own village, they shouted crisply inside:
"Who are you?"
Just as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind blew by, causing the child to narrow his eyes and cover them with his hands. When the wind passed, he looked again and saw the figure standing in the shadows, facing him, and it seemed that he was holding someone in his hand...
…
Wow—wow wow—
An old crow flew over the hill. On the dirt road northwest of the village, a bearded man carrying a wooden box and holding a compass in his hand was looking at the surrounding mountains. Looking around, he saw a vast expanse of undulating and endless lush forests.
"Strange, Lao Zuo's location should be right here."
Crash-
At this time, a group of frightened birds flew across the sky ahead in panic. Yan Chixia focused his gaze and looked down at the compass. The needle on it was spinning wildly. He quickly raised his hand and pinched his fingers rapidly.
"Oh no, it's a corpse demon."
He stuffed the compass into the leather bag around his waist and ran towards the direction where the frightened bird flew away.