Yu Chi Rui gasped sharply, stepped back subconsciously, and finally called out the name with difficulty: "... Gong Wei."
The Rakshasa Pagoda came out of its sheath with a sonorous cry, but his hand clenching the hilt trembled slightly, and there was a trace of sadness and pleading in his voice that he didn't even notice:
"Don't come here, Gong Wei... don't come here again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the corpse crawling out of the coffin, kneeling on one knee because of the stiffness, and then slowly stood up.
That blue-white face with no expression at all turned directly to Yu Chi Rui.
Fahua Xianzun did not like to wear crowns since he was a child, and his jet-black hair was casually bundled, and he had a slack and calmness of light clothes and horses. Even if he just stayed and didn't do anything, the lively charm and spirit around him seemed to be constantly flowing, like a relaxed note jumping in the air; when he was willing to get close to someone, he was like a person. A group of sweet dreams, happily wrapping the whole world of this person.
But now he is completely still.
He closed his eyes tightly, his face was dead white, and every tip of his hair exuded an invisible heaviness and coldness.
Yu Chi Rui tried his best not to make any sound, and slowly stepped back step by step, when he suddenly heard a low voice: Kara!
A rubble cracked under his heel.
As if the invisible string in the void suddenly broke, the corpse raised its head abruptly, "staring" at Yu Chi Rui, and suddenly disappeared in place the next moment.
Ordinary people may not be able to react, but Yu Chi Rui has played with him too many times, his pupils shrank in an instant, he drew his sword and turned around. He waved his hand to open the sword, and grabbed his throat with a palm!
Yuchi Rui said angrily, "Gong Wei!"
He raised his head to avoid his fingers and claws, and the five fingers of the corpse rubbed his chin tightly, like a knife cutting tofu, and it did not enter the solid bronze wall in an instant. Yu Chi Rui took advantage of the gap to take advantage of the gap to fight, and when the sword of the Rakshasa Pagoda came, the copper walls and iron walls were all turned into powder, and the whole piece of bricks fell like rain and hail.
With a loud bang, Yu Chi Rui grabbed the back of his neck and threw it towards the open coffin, his hands were empty in the flash of lightning, but when he turned back, he saw the white burial clothes hang upside down, and the corpse's feet stood on the top of the bricks of the tomb. He came face to face.
Yuchi Rui's heart sank, he flew back, and blurted out: "The sword comes out with the law—"
The sword soul suddenly awakened, and the scream went straight to Jiuxiao.
The red-gold halo erupted in all directions, and in an instant, he put on layers of battle armor, blocking the sharp fingers in front of his heart at the last minute!
The corpse moved for a while, and half of the arm was scorched black in an instant.
In fact, the frightened corpse has no pain and no fear. No matter what damage it receives, it will only attack the living like crazy. However, for some reason, after this meal, the corpse suddenly gave up the attack, passing Yuchi Rui and rushing to the entrance of the tomb. .
Never let it out!
In desperation, there was no other way, Yuchi Rui slashed at the back of the corpse's neck with a sword, and saw that his head was about to be separated, but Fahua Xianzun suddenly turned his head, and his side face was brightly reflected by the sword's edge.
— That face was so slender that it was as familiar as if it had only been separated yesterday.
Yuchi Rui Jianfeng suddenly stopped, and the unstoppable shiver went from his fingertips to the top of his head.
The next moment, lightning-like pain and crisp "click!" occurred at the same time, his wrist bone was chopped off by Immortal Fahua's palm, and the Rakshasa Pagoda fell to the ground!
The pain was interrupted before he could exit, and the bloody palm of the corpse tightly clamped his throat.
"… "
Yu Chi Rui was speechless, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the face that was so close at hand. When I was young, countless years flickered in front of my eyes like scattered light spots, but they soon disappeared and blackened, and even the endless rows of black candles could not be seen clearly.
“… Palace… but…”
His throat bone rattled, and his unbroken left hand gripped the corpse's wrist, but to no avail.
At this moment, suddenly - click!
The head of the corpse slumped to one side weakly, and the neck bone was broken from behind.
Yuchi Rui suddenly broke free, fresh air poured in from the injured throat, choking him violently coughing, his eyes blackened, and he barely saw that the person who came was Ying Kai!
"Hu... Hu..." Ying Kai was soaked in blood, because his teeth were clenched too tightly, and even his breathing was broken. He turned his head and closed his eyes tightly, and it clicked like lightning again! click! With two noises, the corpse's arms were broken neatly.
Then he shook hands and let go.
The corpse fell to the ground like a puppet with a broken string.
The tomb hall was dead silent, only listening to the two rows of black candles crackling and burning. After a long time, Ying Kai finally spit out a bloody breath with a vibrato, and said, "Seal the coffin, we are leaving."
"..." Yu Chi Rui was speechless and nodded.
The Xuantie Stone Gate had long been smashed down by Ying Kai, and long footsteps sounded one after another in the distance, and the frightened corpses wandering in the depths of the mausoleum were gathering again. Ying Kai picked up Fahua Xianzun's body with his own hands, supported the back of his head, which was naturally crooked because of the fractured neck bone, looked down for a while, and whispered in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Zheng Yu... It's the senior brother who is sorry for you. You are fine. Go to sleep, okay?"
The corpse was lifeless and unconscious.
Ying Kai's internal organs seemed to be scalded by a red-hot iron, causing them to tremble with convulsions. He took a deep breath, stood up holding the corpse, and staggered towards the golden coffin not far away.
Yuchi Rui didn't have the courage to follow, or even to stand up. He half-kneeled and picked up the Rakshasa Pagoda sword. Suddenly, he heard a slight sound behind him—
puff.
He was shocked, he couldn't believe his ears, and turned his head stiffly, only to see Ying Kai's back fixed in front of the coffin, and a bloody palm pierced through his abdomen from under the ribs on his back.
That is the hand of Fahua Xianzun.
Immediately afterwards, the body rolled from his arms and fell to the ground. After standing up, his neck and arms were still bent, but with Kara! Kara! After a few crisp sounds, it miraculously recovered as before, and he turned his head as if to adjust.
"... Ying Kai?" Yu Chi Rui asked dreamily.
Ying Kai spat out a mouthful of blood, and he couldn't hold it any longer, and suddenly fell to his knees!
"Ying Kai!"
Yu Chi Rui roared, got up and rushed forward, but this time Fahua Immortal Venerable moved faster. Maybe because he was tired of entanglement, he opened his eyes at the moment when the sword of the Rakshasa Tower broke through the air, his right pupil was as red as blood, and Yu Chi Rui's shriveled pupil was reflected in the center—
The sound of wind, footsteps, sound, light... Everything in the world suddenly freezes.
The illusion is like a giant net in the abyss, gently and cruelly covering it.
In the boundless silence, Yu Chi Rui could only hear the thumping of his heart in his chest, but the sound became slower and weaker, until it was overwhelmed by the noise coming towards him.
"I heard that Lord Jianzong died suddenly, the air was empty, and the spiritual power was completely exhausted..." "How could this happen?!" "It's a curse, a curse brought by proving the Way with a sword!"
…
"It's all you!" He heard the hysterical cry of his mother in the mourning hall, so many people couldn't hold her back: "Why do you have such a high talent, it's you who killed your father! It's all you!!"
"Not me," he told himself over and over again, "not me."
Xiao Yu Chi Rui squatted in the corner of the mourning hall, holding his head tightly, trembling all over his body, a devil-like voice always sounded from the bottom of his heart without missing a beat—isn’t it really you
If you weren't born, or you weren't born gifted, would the curse that killed your father still be fulfilled
Time has passed, and the grass and trees are swiftly passing through winter and spring, and the fire that Mrs. Jianzong had set when she died for love has been extinguished in everyone's memory. When Yuchi's family welcomed the baby's cry again, it was many years later.
"Who would have thought that there would be two generations of conquest of the father, making sins!" Someone outside the mourning hall whispered, "The old sword sect still held on for at least a few years, but this one sucked his father dry just after birth, what a sin! "
"The old sword sect of their family had a wrong way of cultivation in order to seek the advancement of the Tao. After that, the descendants of the next generation have been connected with their father's spiritual veins.
"It's true that the better the son is, the sooner the old man will die. How can we take shortcuts in cultivation!" "Yes, yes!..."
Yu Chi Rui stood in front of the coffin, staring at the pale and calm face of his elder brother in the coffin.
—Actually, it’s a bit unfamiliar. After all, after his parents passed away, he was sent to the Taishan Punishment Palace, and he hasn’t returned to his nominal home for so many years.
"Lord Jianzong." Suihu carefully carried the baby and said in a low voice, "This is the eldest son."
The cry aroused his attention, Yu Chi Rui turned his head slowly, and saw that under the dim candlelight of the mourning hall, the newborn baby was screaming hoarsely. The men of the Yuchi family often have facial features such as deep eye sockets and high nose bridges.
"...Very good." Yu Chi Rui suddenly answered the question genuinely.
"The natural spiritual veins have grown, and I was like this when I was born. No wonder it's the same as me."
The attendant didn't dare to think about the meaning behind the words "just like me", so he knelt down with a soft knee, and didn't dare to say a word.
Yu Chi Rui did not say more. He bent down and wanted to pick up the baby, but his movements were unfamiliar and clumsy. After several attempts, he could only hold the swaddle with one hand and lift it like a cloth bag. He stood in front of the coffin and whispered, "It's not your fault."
"Wow-"
"it's not your fault."
The baby responded with a louder cry.
"You didn't choose to be born," Yu Chi Rui murmured as if he had never heard of it: "They brought you into this world without authorization, how can you blame you for replacing them?"
A dull thunder sounded, the rain poured down outside the mourning hall, and countless white flags swayed in the wind like long snakes.
"—Do you really think so?" The devilishly seductive and malicious voice suddenly appeared again: "You have ruined your family since you were born, do you really have such a clear conscience?"
The cry of the baby in his arms became thinner and longer at some point, dragging a malicious ending, like countless ghosts whispering in his ears gloating at misfortune:
"The status of your sword sect is obviously obtained by killing relatives?"
"If you were born mediocre, you'd be fine. In fact, you secretly rejoiced, didn't you?"
"How dare you still be alive?"
…
With a bang, Yu Chi Rui knelt heavily on the ground of the mausoleum, covered his ears with both hands, and squeezed out the blood-soaked teeth from the tip of his tongue every word: "Shut up, you're just an illusion, shut up for me—"
The ghosts laughed together: "Illusions can let you hear the truest voice in your heart!"
"Poke your ears deaf!"
"You can't hear when you're dead. Why aren't you dead?"
…
"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!-"
Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts and shadows, like thousands of ghost claws pulling his primordial spirit, falling into the depths of the deadliest quagmire in the illusion. Yu Chi Rui seemed to be struggling in the boundless karmic fire. He was in extreme pain, but he couldn't wake up completely no matter what. In a trance, he saw a familiar face staring down at him.
Then the pale corpse closed its eyes, turned away, and disappeared into the depths of the tomb.
The gloomy wind whimpered closer and closer, and the group of corpses that had scattered just now gathered again, appearing in twos and threes around the tomb, and gradually gathered into a ring-shaped wall of corpses.
They were all senior masters of major families and sects during their lifetimes. They wore different styles of burial clothes, their rotten eye sockets could not be closed, and they stared at the only two living people from all directions.
"... Ying Kai," Yu Chi Rui gasped violently, the sense of tearing between fantasy and reality made him unsteady, and clenched the Rakshasa Pagoda sword tremblingly: "Are you still awake?"
Not far behind, Ying Kai fell in front of the coffin, silently.
Yu Chi Rui closed his bloodshot eyes tightly, and opened them abruptly after a while. The ordinary cultivator has already lost his mind and lost his mind. He can only barely maintain his consciousness by biting the tip of his tongue, Chong! With a sound of Rakshasa Pagoda unsheathed, he said word by word between his teeth:
"bring it on."
As if stimulated by the smell of living people, the corpses screamed one after another, and rushed forward at the same time with stiff steps!
- Just as the swords were drawn, there was a brisk tune at the end of the tomb passage.
It came so abruptly, like a gust of fresh wind suddenly blowing from the rich corpse aura. Yu Chi Rui's first reaction was that he heard it wrong, but then a figure really flashed in the tomb passage. His body was thin and undeveloped, his hands were behind his back, and he looked around curiously; juvenile.
Is it a hallucination
Only in hallucinations can such unpleasant singing appear
In fact, the tune itself is very familiar to Yu Chi Rui, but the person who came here is so pentatonic that there is not even a single tune in the tune from beginning to end. The scary thing is that he still hums very seriously and works hard - the harder he works. The more desolate speech goes. Yu Chi Rui's Yuanshen had been severely damaged, but when he heard this heart-wrenching song like a little fox hanging himself, the breath that he could still support just now was suddenly stimulated into blood, and he threw himself on the ground on the spot, squirting wow. A mouthful of old blood!
Immediately afterwards, the rapidly approaching zombies stopped and stood in place one after another, as if they had suddenly entered a sleepwalking state.
what happened
Yu Chi Rui's sanity was no longer enough to support his thinking, and he saw the densely packed zombies suddenly recede into the distance, and in a short while they were scattered like a tide!
Gong Wei rushed forward with a single stride, and finally stopped the terrifying singing, which was called supernatural craftsmanship, and supported Yu Chi Rui, tearing up his eyes with excitement: "Arui! Who hurt you like this?! Where is my senior brother? Senior Brother! Senior Brother, what's wrong with you!"
Gong Wei crawled over and over to check on Ying Kai, but suddenly his arm tightened and Yu Chi Rui clenched it tightly. I saw his eyes were red and wet, his vision was blurred and blurred, but under the strong instinct, he forced out a few words:
"Too, too ugly..."
"..." Gong Wei said coldly, "Yu Chi Rui, I haven't seen you in 16 years, don't force me to slap you as soon as I meet you."
Yu Chi Rui couldn't tell if there was another illusion in front of him, and stumbled to the ground.
The illusion that the corpse had just cast was powerful enough to be lethal, and even if a Jindan cultivator came, he would have already died. Yuchi Rui's nails pierced deeply into the muscles of his palm, and blood flowed across his fingers, so that he could barely maintain the last trace of consciousness:
"Quick, go and call someone..."
"Gong... Fahua Immortal Venerable..."
Gong Wei was busy dragging Ying Kai out of the ruins, panting, "Yes, it's me. Will you express your joy of reuniting after a long absence later?"
Yu Chi Rui choked out another mouthful of blood, and finished the second half of the sentence intermittently: "Fahua Xianzun... cheating corpse... ran away..."
Gong Wei almost thought that he heard it wrong, he stopped suddenly, and turned his head back in disbelief for a long time.
In the golden circle in the distance, there are four huge coffins with dark golden color arranged in a circle, and the third one is wide open, and the inside is empty.
"..." Gong Wei couldn't believe it: "Is the one who cheated the corpse myself?"
Even if the soul is reincarnated, it can still deceive the corpse, and a corpse can use illusion to make Yu Chi Rui attack, and then escape from Ying Kai's hands, what is the reason
Gong Wei slowly turned his eyes to the appalling brothers and friends on the ground, and finally felt a hint of guilt for being late.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He rubbed his hands guiltily and said shyly, "I'll get myself back and press it into the coffin board, don't worry."