The Ninth Secret Bureau

The battle in the catacombs has reached a fever pitch, and Chen Xian, who is covered in blood, has never thought...abnormal beings can actually use **** Dao skills!

The moment the old man got up and rushed forward, Chen Xian clearly saw him pinch a spell, then chanted a few inaudible spells, and then drew a coin sword from his waist and cut it against him. .

"What the **** are you?" Chen Xian couldn't help asking again, looking at the old man who had lost his human form in front of him, he only felt that he had never had such a headache, "Are you alive or dead?"

There is a heartbeat, there is a pulse, and there is breathing.

It has all the vital signs that a normal human should have.

But from the outside, this old man is definitely not a match for a living person.

The pungent and foul-smelling pus flows in the cracks in the stratum corneum that has exploded like fish scales on its face. The eyes that are occupied by the dead branches of weeds are even more bloody, making people afraid to look directly. The blood is extremely colored and carries a tangy rancid smell, smelling like a carrion corpse that has been exposed to the sun for half a month...

Why does this abnormal life have the vital signs of normal humans? ?

"Eternal Land...My...I am already immortal...I am an immortal...I will not die..." The old man screamed hoarsely like a drunk lunatic, and the bright red light flashed on the swinging copper coin sword. The rays of light gathered by the masculine masculinity particles, at this moment, are jumping and flashing like flames on the sword. , "This is my cave...the trespassers die!"

Clang!

The saw meat knife and the copper coin sword violently collided again, and countless dazzling sparks burst out between the blades, like a bright candle lit in the dark, and the heavy incense smell on the copper coin sword merged with the **** smell of the saw meat knife. Together, it becomes an indescribable taste, like blood burning in an incense burner in a niche dedicated to the gods. The smell of blood that should have been dirty is brought out by the incense with a sacred charm... ..

If you don’t look at the front of the old man, but from the back, he looks more like a normal person than Chen Xian, like the Taoist priest in Hong Kong movies. Wei, more able to use the green worm sword to slash the demon and vow the demons.

At this moment, Chen Xian was like that demon.

It’s not that Chen Xian had never fought foreign people, but the magic weapons he had used by the enemies he met in the past were all odd and weird. Underestimated the power of the copper coin sword.

God knows how the copper coin sword is so sharp. The sword body made of copper coins looks like "beads round and jade", but in fact it is murderous... its sharpness is even more shocking!

During the brief encounter, Chen Xian was cut three holes in his body by the old man with a copper coin sword. In the end, he was pierced with a sword, and his chest was stabbed into a blood hole as big as a bowl. If it weren't for Chen Xian. With a special physique, it is estimated that he would have died under this copper sword long ago!

Of course, Chen Xian was injured, and the old man was not much better.

From the perspective of various physical functions, the old man’s neural response speed and basic strength are almost the same as Chen Xian. It is basically impossible to get rid of it easily, but Chen Xian does not dare to spend too much time with it. So in many cases, Chen Xian chose to fight against the old man by injury-for-injury.

You cut me with a sword, I cut you with a knife.

If the old man is just an abnormal life of ordinary people, then it is certain that Chen Xian's combat method can be 100% effective, but the problem old man is not...It also has a strong resilience!

After being chopped by Chen Xian for a few times, the old man also had a few more bone wounds on his body, but before Chen Xian seized the opportunity to chase after him, many objects resembling dead branches poured out of those wounds.

They first entangled each other into a sheet to block the wound, and then, like catgut suture used by a doctor to stitch the wound, they "sew" the split flesh together into a seemingly terrifying human patch.

After dozens of seconds, these dead branches will be absorbed by the old man's body, and the skin and flesh and blood will heal and regenerate again, turning into the state that Chen Xian initially saw, leaving no trace as if he had never been injured.

"I'm an immortal... I'm self-defeating demons and monsters..."

The old man had lost all his sanity and looked crazy like a severe patient in a mental hospital. He kept brandishing a coin sword and chanting curses loudly, pinching his left hand to make a final seal, and a mist of illusory golden mist rose under his feet.

"The three clear points of peace, the yin and yang transform the five elements, the magical talisman is like a decree, and the magical soldier is chanted, the magical soldier follows me, the magical soldier follows my order, and the golden body is invincible..."

Accompanied by the old man's hoarse and crazy chanting, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the underground cave, and the gravel dust was swept into the air by this gust of wind, forming a huge wind column similar to a tornado, and those exuding green fluorescence The smaller strange stones also lifted into the sky along with the gravel, continuing to shine with a strange light.

This huge pillar of wind rising in the dark, under the embellishment of those strange and dazzling fluorites, looks like a galaxy pouring down from the universe, and countless bright stars are spinning and shining in it.

At this moment, the old man suddenly took out a clay figure wearing a yellow scarf from the spacious sleeve of the Taoist robe.

In the madness of chanting, the old man suddenly raised his hand and threw the clay figure into the wind column, and the golden mist rising from the bottom of its feet became a bit dimmed, as if the clay figure had taken away a lot of it when he was letting go. His vitality, his whole person looked sluggish, and even his breathing became weak.

"This is Taoist alchemy..." Chen Xian stepped back vigilantly, and distanced himself from the weird wind pillar, staring at the golden light that appeared in the wind pillar, feeling a burst of inexplicability. The creeps were horrified, "Listen to the curse it chanted...Could it be that you are asking God?"

As a stranger who has been in the industry for many years, Chen Xian, like most modern strangers, does not believe that there is a **** in this world, because after a lot of scientific research, it can be basically determined from the data. The gods that religions believe in are originally human beings, and perhaps foreigners. The reason why they are deified by believers is only because their ideological and moral concepts are far superior to those of mortals. After leaving a certain inheritance and leaving the world, they will naturally be deified. Become a "god".

People believe in the spiritual wealth they leave behind, worship and follow their thoughts, rather than believe in the gods. As for the alchemy left by the gods...As far as the current credible ancient records, there is no clear indication of each. The alchemy of the sect is left by the "gods", and what they leave behind is just the idea, and those alchemy are slowly researched bit by bit by subsequent generations of believers following the ideas of the ancestors.

From a certain point of view, gods are alternative scientists. They have left formulas and ideas. It is descendants who truly integrate these and bring them to the real world.

Therefore, Chen Xian never believed in the existence of gods in this world.

The art of inviting the gods is nothing more than inviting some weird spirit bodies, just like the monks in the north and the witches in China, aren't they all the spirit bodies of some animals? Where is God?

At this moment, the old man suddenly shouted.

The tone was dull but loud, like a thunder that exploded in a cave.

"My Fengzu Master is as anxious as the law! The soldiers are coming!"

At this moment, Chen Xian only felt that the hairs on his whole body were erected, a sense of danger that had never been felt before, spreading out of the wind column without warning, as if there was something threatening hidden in it. Something to him... even something that could kill him.

I will die.

Chen Xian suddenly had such a strange and inexplicable premonition.

At this time, the violent wind in the cave was getting bigger and bigger, and even Chen Xian couldn't stand still. He could only raise his hand and slash on the huge boulder next to it, using the sawtooth of the saw blade to jam the boulder. To ensure that his body balance is not destroyed by this gust of wind, although he looks a little embarrassed...but it is better than being caught in the wind column by this gust of wind!

Gradually, a dull thunderous breathing sounded from the pillar of wind, and the feeling of extreme danger became stronger at this time. Just as Chen Xian was hesitating whether to attack the old man first, it was here. In an instant, a giant human hand that seemed to be made of carrion suddenly stretched out from the wind pillar.

That sturdy arm is full of scars, and there is a smelly pungent pus flowing in the gap, countless weird totem curses are engraved on the surface of the skin with a faint golden light, and the arm is tied with a yellow long painted with talisman. There are four large characters with complex structure on the long scarf.

Chen Xian had seen this type of font in related books on text interpretation, and it can be basically determined to be Oracle. Through simple visual analysis, he found that the four Oracle bones translated into Chinese characters should refer to—

Yellow Turban Lux.