Great Demon Leader: Start By Refining Flying Zombies

Chapter 42: Blood Mist Fills the Air

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, the middle-aged scholar's hair was disheveled, his sleeves empty. The destruction of his Law Weapon and the severed connection with his two ghost hands brought him a terrifying backlash.

His eyeballs were completely bloodshot, everything he looked at was a sea of red.

Dark, viscous blood oozed from his nose, dripping onto his shoes, running down his lips and chin.

As he looked at the flames that had not yet dissipated before him, a moment of clarity suddenly flashed through the middle-aged scholar's clouded mind.

"Quick, I have to find Lord Wang. Lord Wang must have a way to save me, he must!"

Just as the middle-aged scholar struggled to gather his spirits and prepare to escape deeper into the mansion, his ears twitched slightly, hearing the sharp sword wind approaching from behind!

"Not good!"

He was about to turn around and face the enemy, but his current terrible state couldn't accommodate immediate use of his magic. Furthermore, without the assistance of his hands to perform gestures, his casting speed was even slower.

The middle-aged scholar could only despairingly watch as the terrifying female swordsman leaped into the air, slashing through the dissipating flames, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, and coming to kill him.

Puchi!

In the end, the middle-aged scholar didn't even have time to erect a protective aura before he was pierced through his heart, the sword passing through his chest, causing all his strength to dissipate in an instant.

His mouth slightly agape, trembling, he turned around, despairingly looking in the direction of the depths of the mansion, and hoarsely shouted, "Big brother, save me!"

But there was silence all around, no echo.

The middle-aged scholar froze for a moment, then chuckled, like a wooden stake, and fell to the ground. As he neared death, he looked at the blood-stained tip of the sword in his chest.

Huh, it turned out to be his own Black Blood Sword.

Liang Xiao sighed, quickly stepped forward, grabbed Qin Long's right hand, and looked it over.

Then she took out a Rejuvenation Talisman and stuck it on his hand, and the slight burns between her palms instantly healed.

"He was already doomed to die, why are you in such a hurry, and why do you insist on using that sword that has lost its spirituality due to being roasted."

Just now, Liang Xiao could clearly see that when she unexpectedly disabled the opponent's ghost hands and Law Weapon with her newly refined Law Weapon Fire Chi Bead.

Qin Long couldn't suppress her killing intent any longer and flew out, directly intercepting the scorching hot soft sword in mid-air, swiftly and decisively sending the middle-aged scholar to hell.

Even with magical protection, her fair palm was still burned.

"I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, the feeling of killing an enemy is great, he's just the first."

However, Qin Long seemed indifferent, smiling at Liang Xiao.

Then she looked at the sword named "Luoshui" at her waist and said, "I have a sword technique that is powerful, but it requires some time to accumulate sword momentum and cannot be used lightly, so I used his."

"What kind of sword technique is so mysterious?"

Liang Xiao looked surprised, touching the scabbard, carefully sensing it.

Sure enough, he sensed a condensed special power from the sword at Qin Long's waist, tightly locking the aura of the entire long sword.

Even the spiritual light and sword aura of the Spirit Weapon itself were suppressed to almost nothing.

It can be imagined that if she were to strike, it would be a terrifying blow that the enemy would be completely unprepared for.

"It's a sword technique of true inheritance level, called the Four Symbols Sword Technique. This move is called Azure Dragon Concealing the Pearl. Do you want to learn it? I can teach you!"

Qin Long's mouth curled up, and he placed a hand on Liang Xiao's shoulder, but the latter coldly pushed it away.

"Too much greed won't lead to success. I still have to learn artifact refining from the old ghost. I don't have time to practice swordsmanship!"

Liang Xiao pursed his lips and absentmindedly stored the tank at the door into his Universe Bracelet, trying to keep a straight face and appear indifferent.

Speaking of him, Liang Daguanren, he had a handsome appearance and exceptional talent.

He also had a good understanding of most spells, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to cultivate Gui Ying to perfection in just three years.

But when it came to sword techniques and knife skills, his comprehension was almost as bad as his spiritual root aptitude.

Since he was young and held a sword, he had despaired knowing that he was probably not cut out to be a swordsman in the martial world.

But now, perhaps there was a chance to change the sword aptitude of the next generation?

Liang Xiao tapped his forehead, abandoning those random thoughts, and greeted Pandora. The three of them headed towards the depths of the mansion.

Inside the mansion of the Grand General, it was extremely spacious, with various scenic courtyards, ponds and lakes to admire along the way, with pavilions and towers in the water, endless.

Not only were there tall walls outside the mansion, but even inside the mansion, there were separate outer and inner courtyards.

However, what Liang Xiao was slightly concerned about was that since entering the mansion, apart from the middle-aged scholar he met at the entrance, he had not seen a single living person.

The empty mansion was eerily quiet.

Combined with the gloomy and oppressive weather of the past few days, it sent a chill down people's hearts.

"What is Yan Wushu up to? We've come knocking on his door, why hasn't he come out? Could it be that he escaped?"

Qin Long frowned, thinking of a possibility, and tightened his grip on the sword.

After pondering for a moment, Liang Xiao shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be. The strength we've revealed, which is just the mid-stage of Qi Refining, was enough to defeat the Imperial Guards. We relied on the power of the puppets."

"Yan Wushu is at the ninth stage of Qi Refining and has been lingering in Yan Country for many years. I don't believe he hasn't set up any means in his own lair. This is his home ground, he wouldn't leave without even testing us."

Qin Long nodded and suddenly remembered the actions of the middle-aged scholar before his death, which clearly indicated that he was seeking help. He then informed Liang Xiao of this matter.

"That's right, Yan Wushu must still be inside the mansion. The person controlling the ghost hand sought help in the direction deep inside the mansion. Let's just kill our way there. But things are bound to be strange, so we must be careful."

The three of them slightly increased their speed and quickly passed through the outer courtyard.

Pandora punched, causing a section of the inner courtyard's wall to collapse, revealing a long corridor.

As soon as Liang Xiao and Qin Long walked in, they exchanged glances and noticed something unusual.

"There's actually mist ahead, huh, it's not normal water mist, this mist is pale red, like blood!"

"No wonder we haven't seen a single person along the way. There's a strong smell of blood here. Could it be that everyone died here?"

Liang Xiao wrinkled his nose slightly and caught a strand of blood mist that drifted over from a distance. He rubbed it between his fingers, and his fingertips were already moistened with blood stains.

Sure enough, he guessed right. This thing was made of blood, and it even had a faint, imperceptible warmth.

It disgustingly triggered associations for no reason. Perhaps this strand of mist had just spurted out from someone's blood vessel.

"Since the other party has made a move, I have no reason to stop here!"

Qin Long's gaze was firm. The blood mist in front of her almost covered the entire inner courtyard, and there was no way to avoid it.

And her greatest enemy was likely hiding in the dark corners of the blood mist, observing her every move. She wouldn't retreat, nor could she retreat.

(End of this chapter)