In front of the half-collapsed eaves, the sound of rustling branches and leaves could be heard in the distant darkness. They swayed slightly, and suddenly "whooshed" away in one direction.
The surrounding grass and trees swayed wildly, and the roosting birds were startled and flew away through the woods, flapping their wings.
At this moment, the swaying branches and leaves withered and curled up, and a figure dragged a black aura, with skinny legs moving madly, and rushed into the woods.
"Uh... huhu... hoho... hoho..."
At the moment of the low and hoarse roar, the running figure turned around and almost instinctively raised his hand to block. He didn't know what was hitting him, and a light blue light lit up. With a bang like hammering iron, his body pounced forward, raising a series of fallen leaves that rolled a few times, then got up and continued to run wildly, passing through the grove and quickly going to a gentle slope in front.
The ground cracked with a loud bang, and a piece of rock bulged out, pressing against Chen Fu's feet. His whole body was thrown high into the air. In his rotating field of vision, a figure with his hands behind his back was seen in the distance. He approached more than ten feet in a flash, and there seemed to be flames rising from behind him.
In the night sky, a bird's cry sounded fiercely.
Cry—
The fiery red color hit the tumbling figure in the air, black smoke fell down, mixed with burning flames, and smashed into the mountain, splashing a cloud of smoke and stone chips.
Amid the roar of rocks and fierce cries, halfway down the mountain, in the dilapidated temple with a fire lit, someone's voice called out, "Mother, wait for me here!"
He rushed into the woods holding a magic sword, leaped up, and kicked with his foot. The nearby trees shook, and Chen Jing used the force to leap onto the branches, and while moving, he flew to another big tree.
Standing on a thick branch, looking into the darkness in the distance, I could hear the remnant sound of rocks collapsing, the rumbling echo, and the flash of fire from nowhere.
"Is there someone fighting here?"
Chen Jing jumped off the tree cage and ran up a gentle slope. The scenery in the darkness became clearer and clearer, unfolding in his eyes. On the towering cliffs, trees were tilted and leaning. There was a bare section of the mountain wall with a large sunken area. The peeling rock fragments were still rolling down. There were black marks of burning in the sunken pit, and the outline of a person could be vaguely seen in the middle.
"So miserable... huh? It doesn't seem like a human..."
In the depression of the mountain wall, Chen Jing could not sense any human breath. Even if he was a cultivator, it was impossible for him to not be able to sense the magic power. He was just trapped there in a dead state.
"Then... where are the fellows who are here to exorcise demons?"
He tilted his head to look around, and his sight that had been sweeping across the cliffs and forests suddenly stopped. He looked at a large rock protruding from the mountain wall not far away. A figure holding a golden sword stood there. As if he had noticed Chen Jing's gaze, he slowly turned his face. His eyes were as fast as lightning, and there was a faint blue light in his eyes.
"He... is Mr. Lu?"
On a large rock on the distant mountain wall, Lu Liangsheng stood with one hand behind his back, and with the other hand he gently pressed the buzzing Xuanyuan Sword. The wind blew, and the circle of white fur on the collar of his Qilin cloak fluttered gently. He withdrew his gaze and looked indifferently at the sunken steep wall in front of him.
"Demon Star Breath... Come out!"
The arms behind his back were swung to the side, and the wide Yin-Yang sleeves made a "whoosh" sound. In the pit, there was a loud bang, and a piece of rock protruded, pushing the corpse monster embedded in it out. The corpse monster rolled on the ground for a few times. Chen Fu slowly climbed up, raised his face and roared at the opposite side.
Snap—
A slap hit him in the face, causing him to stagger and almost fall sideways.
On the rock wall several feet away, Lu Liangsheng lowered his hands, and the shadow of Zhu Huai waving his arms behind him disappeared. The hand that was pressing on the hilt of the sword turned, and he lightly descended to the ground holding the Xuanyuan Sword.
The wind blew through the foothills. A scholar in a black kirin cloak lightly lowered the trembling sword and walked leisurely. He looked at the corpse demon opposite him who stood up without fear of pain. He raised his free hand, and at the moment it fell with a whistling sound, a four-horned bull head appeared behind him, and the phantom with huge scarlet eyes swung out its thick arm claws almost at the same time.
Bang!
The corpse demon that had just straightened up was smashed to the ground, sinking more than half an inch into the mud. The force of the phantom's arm was still there, and a tree as thick as a human thigh on the cliff was directly blown up. Amid the "crackling" sound of breaking, Chen Fu became ferocious and rushed out in a prone posture, pushing out a thick layer of mud, like a fish swimming over a lotus leaf, and grabbed Lu Liangsheng's feet.
Two clang sounds.
The shadow of the tortoise pattern flickered, blocking the withered claws that were grabbing at him. Lu Liangsheng kicked the corpse demon that was crouching and tearing into the air, and with his other hand he lifted it up through the air. A huge shadow flashed through the darkness, and it raised its horn high and pushed it upwards. There was a sound like metal colliding, mixed with sparks. The corpse demon flipped in the air and hit the mountain wall. The moment it bounced back and fell -
Lu Liangsheng arrived in an instant, and the Xuanyuan Sword swung down.
Puff! The falling figure flew two or three feet away, dragging a pile of rubble and rolling towards the edge of the cliff. When it stopped, the whole person lay on the ground, with a sword-like wound torn on his skinny back. Under the suppression of the golden sword energy, streams of black air drifted out from inside.
The young man hiding in the shadows of the grass and trees, when he saw the corpse demon lying not far away with a face that looked like a dry skeleton, his eyes suddenly narrowed and his lips trembled.
"Master... Master..."
Over there, the figure lying on the ground moved slightly. Hearing a familiar voice, his messy gray hair slowly lifted up. With his unique sense of the figure hiding in the shadows opposite him, his withered face finally showed a different expression.
The chaotic and crazy thoughts gradually became a little clearer, and his dry lips slightly opened.
"Jing'er..."
Behind him, footsteps were heard. Chen Fu roared, and red spots appeared in his empty eyes. He stood up straight from the ground, turned to face the black-robed scholar who was approaching, as if to protect his disciple who was hiding behind him. The corpse qi exuded from his whole body and spread around.
"roar!"
With a low roar, he waved his arms and reached forward. The gathered corpse qi swept towards the opposite side. Lu Liangsheng came over and stretched out his wide sleeves. His slender fingers pinched out the magic spell, and a white cold air spread all over his body.
Frost, wind and dew fall!
The temperature around suddenly dropped, and the corpse gas that was rolling in met the cold and gradually stagnated. It mixed with the damp and cold water vapor and turned into black nectar drops that were invisible to the naked eye and fell to the ground, forming a pool of water.
Hoho…
Chen Fu could no longer feel the corpse qi floating away, and knew that the secret had been broken. He suddenly opened his mouth, leaned back, and took a deep breath.
In an instant.
The grass and woods on the mountainside blew in his direction, and streams of blood seemed to be boiling up from Lu Liangsheng's body. However, the scholar opposite him flicked open his sleeves, and a suction force also rolled up. The whistling wind covered the fishy wind and forcibly pulled Chen Fu towards this side.
"You don't treat people as human beings... If you want to kill the emperor, do it yourself!"
Lu Liangsheng grabbed the corpse demon with one hand, and with angry words in his voice, he used his magic power to hold down Chen Fu's head from a distance, bent his five fingers, and pulled it back violently.
The corpse demon struggled violently, and a red aura was forcibly pulled out, while the body emitting black air was also sucked into Qiankun's sleeves.
The cold moonlight shines down.
Lu Liangsheng stood in a silver glow, and with a flick of his sleeve he gathered the corpse demon. With his other hand he held the red aura, bent his five fingers, ignited a fire, and burned it clean.
In the huge city in the distance, countless roaring zombies that were attacking the Taoist temple seemed to have lost their thread and fell down one after another.
The spreading chaos finally became quiet in the night.