Pawn Crossing the River

Hantrick was standing in front of the magic circle at this time, placing thirteen gems on the thirteen nodes in sequence. A slightly illusory face of pain could be seen vaguely in the gems, trying to break free from the shackles of the gems.

Hantrick's face was solemn, he opened his arms, raised his head slightly, and began to recite ancient and obscure spells, sometimes low, sometimes high, breathtaking.

Suddenly, the wind picked up, causing Hantrick's clothes and silver hair to flutter wildly, and the magic circle and gems under the coffin began to light up.

Zhang Yuelu immediately noticed that something was changing deep in the dungeon, and before the flames extinguished, he directly used his true energy to separate a path in the sea of ​​fire.

When Zhang Yuelu walked through the sea of ​​fire, Hantrick still maintained the posture of opening his arms, but no longer chanted the spell. He turned around, with countless blood vessels protruding on his handsome face, like earthworms swimming under the skin, but he was smiling: "Prudence is the chain that binds you. You are late."

As the words fell, the thirteen gems in the magic circle shattered.

An irresistible spiritual thought came to this place. Both Lingquanzi and Arthur froze suddenly, unable to move. Even Zhang Yuelu had to retreat. Although he did not completely lose the ability to move, he was unable to launch an attack. .

As for Qi Xuansu, he was not in a hurry to cross the sea of ​​fire. Even so, he still felt as if he was pressed under a boulder and couldn't breathe.

As everyone expected, the reason why this group of sinners took great risks to attack Bishan Temple was to seize the souls of innate people and then use them to please the aloof ancient immortals.

Hantrick was a little regretful: "Unfortunately, there are still too few souls. If there were twice as many, the effect would be better."

The invisible spiritual thoughts became heavier and heavier.

Strictly speaking, Zhang Yuelu is well-informed and has seen many real masters at close range. Some of them are not inferior to the ancient immortals at all. Not to mention the two deputy head masters, her boss, the head master of Tiangang Hall, He is a genuine heavenly being in the stage of creation.

It's just that these experts have never shown their power in front of Zhang Yuelu. Except for a little bit of the majesty of the superiors, they seem to be no different from ordinary elders. It was only at this moment that Zhang Yuelu truly realized the terrifying power of a high-ranking heavenly being. In other words, he was simply a god, and just a few divine thoughts were enough to make an innate person irreversible.

Fortunately, this descending divine will was not directed at Zhang Yuelu and others. The huge coercion was just a side effect, just like a drought demon was born and spread thousands of miles away. Such a powerful existence, just by its existence itself, can cause certain a drastic change.

The height of the mountain can prevent the new wind from coming, and the depth of the sea can prevent the rain and snow from lingering. High mountains can block the cold current from the grasslands, and the climate near the sea has always been humid. If the mountains and the sea are regarded as a person, then when they do not deliberately restrain their aura, their mere existence will affect everything around them.

It is said that when God Lu Wu appeared in his true form, the huge amount of energy and blood heat generated unintentionally during his breath could burn out all ghosts and ghosts. If God Lu Wu stayed in one place for too long, the vegetation there would be destroyed. Absorbing the escaped blood of God Lu Wu, some kind of mutation occurred, turning it into a fairy grass containing rich fire energy.

Before the Daomen hunted the dragons on a large scale, wind and rain would follow wherever the dragons passed.

At this time, the ancient immortal's spiritual thoughts came, and it was the same reason.

Because Hantrick was the one making the sacrifice, he was not affected by the ancient immortal's divine thoughts, so he was able to turn around calmly. The expression on his face changed, and he inserted his right hand into his chest without any hesitation.

His right hand was quickly pulled out, and it was covered with blood that was still flowing. His fingers were holding a heart that was still beating!

According to Arthur, the heart is both the fatal wound of the sinners and the source of strength for the sinners. At this time, Hantrick took out his heart, and it immediately shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost unable to stand.

However, he still tried his best to raise his still beating heart with both hands, and said slowly: "Guided by the blood of my descendants, I implore the supreme existence to give my master new life."

After the words fell, the beating heart left Hantrick's hands and flew towards the mummy lying in the coffin.

"Reincarnation of life and death." A loud voice suddenly sounded, making everyone tremble. The echo echoed repeatedly in the dungeon. The almost real sense of oppression made Lingquanzi and Arthur groan. Qi Xuansu even had blood flowing from his ears, but Zhang Yuelu was the only one who could barely resist.

Even the burning flames gradually extinguished under this substantive pressure.

Hantrick's heart was like a blooming bloody lotus, slowly falling on the corpse's chest and blending into it.

Then two points of blood-red light lit up in the eye sockets of the mummy, and it slowly sat up from the coffin.

The next moment, the skinny mummy began to become plump at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wrinkles caused by dryness gradually disappeared, the skin regained its color, and underneath the skin were well-defined muscles.

He has a typical Western Continent face, probably around fifty years old. Time has not damaged his appearance, but has precipitated his temperament, making him extremely charming.

He was like a man who had just woken up, still a little dazed. After a while, he gradually woke up and his eyes fell on Hantrick, who was about to lose his balance.

At the same time, the divine thought from the ancient immortal gradually dissipated, and the overwhelming pressure also receded, allowing Qi Xuansu and others to finally take a breather and avoid being crushed to death by a divine thought.

Hantrick put his hand on his chest and said shakily: "My master, it's great that you can wake up."

The master Hantrick mentioned immediately noticed Zhang Yuelu and others, his eyes stayed on Zhang Yuelu, and his voice was low: "Hantrick, my loyal servant, is this the gift you prepared for me?"

This is not the official language of Daxuan, but the language of the Western Continent. However, when it reached the ears of Qi Xuansu and others, it completely became the understandable Central Plains language, which was very mysterious.

Hantrick smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid I will disappoint my master. They are from the Eastern Holy Court."

"The Eastern Holy Court, so that's it." Hantrick's master nodded.

Hantrick looked at Zhang Yuelu, raised his voice, and introduced: "This is my master, Diswin Monlude Ravno, the ruler of Helwindsha, the blood blade dancing in the darkness and shadows, a truly noble duke."

Arthur lost his voice and said: "Duke? Impossible!"

I don't know if it was because of his excitement, but his official language was much smoother.

Zhang Yuelu's face was solemn.

Hantrick was just a viscount, which was equivalent to the return to the true stage of the innate people. If it was calculated according to the level of dukes, marquises, earls, viscounts, and men, then the duke was equivalent to the level of the master of the hall.

According to Arthur, the legendary thirteen third-generation sinners were honored as princes and had power comparable to that of gods. At the duke level, there are ordinary dukes and grand dukes, just as the Taoist celestial beings are also divided into two levels, one is the ordinary celestial being, and the other is the celestial being who is only half a step away from becoming an immortal, known as a half-immortal. The Qingwei Zhenren of Taiping Dao and the Donghua Zhenren of Quanzhen Dao are both half-immortals, and many weak ancient immortals are also at this level.

Whether it is a duke or a grand duke, they are existences that they cannot deal with.

At this time, Qi Xuansu reminded loudly from a distance: "He is very weak."

Zhang Yuelu was startled, and then there was a purple air flowing in her eyes, looking at the Duke of Diswen.

The invincible "Immortal Vision Technique" failed for the first time, and this powerful criminal seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making her unable to see through it.

However, Zhang Yuelu did not give up, and continued to operate the "Immortal Vision Technique", and the purple air in her eyes became more and more dense, and finally her eyes almost completely turned purple, and her eyes finally penetrated the fog covering Diswen.

Zhang Yuelu's brows relaxed slightly, because this so-called duke was not unfathomable, but just one level higher than Zhang Yuelu now, that is, the free and unrestrained stage of the celestial being. The so-called free and unrestrained means that one can fly in the air without being bound by the earth, which can be called free and unrestrained.

For Zhang Yuelu, the celestial being in the free and unrestrained stage is tricky, but not invincible.

With Qi Xuansu's realm and cultivation, of course he could not see through Diswen's true and false, but he could guess that if this so-called duke had the strength of his prime, why would he hide, why would he lie in the coffin and pretend to be dead, why would he seek the help of the ancient immortals.

Arthur said in fluent Western Continental language: "No member of the Revno family above the rank of Earl should be spared. This is the joint decision of the Parliament of Rest."

Diswin did not deny this statement, and said calmly: "I am indeed dead, but with the help of the blood of my descendants and the powerful power of the ancient gods of the East, I was reborn. Although I only have the strength of an Earl now, it is enough to kill all of you. Your blood can restore me to the strength of a Marquis."

Zhang Yuelu said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's too early to say."

"Oh?" Diswin's mouth curled up and his voice stretched out.

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuelu's face suddenly flushed, and it seemed that the blood in his body was about to seep out of his body through his skin.

Zhang Yuelu immediately used the "Six Void Tribulations" to dissolve the strange power that Diswin imposed on him, suppressed the restless blood, and swept his body to attack Diswin.

After losing his heart, Hantrick also lost most of his strength. He had already retreated to the side early and was unable to stop Zhang Yuelu.

As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. Diswen is called "the blood blade dancing in the darkness and shadows", and his proficiency is evident. He condensed a blood sword in his hand, brought out a rolling blood, and stabbed towards Zhang Yuelu.

Zhang Yuelu did not dare to be careless, and a roll of white paper appeared in his hand, and the paper was bundled into a sword.

The blood sword and the paper sword collided, and the paper sword was unscathed. On the contrary, the blood sword twisted like a long snake that was hit by a seven-inch wound, and even blood splashed.

Diswen's face changed slightly: "It's actually a sub-artifact?"

This thing is called "Wuxiang Paper", which can not only transform into a three-foot long sword, but also into eighteen kinds of weapons. It is as hard as diamond and is invulnerable to water and fire. It is the semi-immortal thing given to Zhang Yuelu by Taoism.