The Sword Named No Way Out

"..."

The scene seemed to be still, only the dust and smoke from the corpse slowly floated back to the ground under Gong Wei's feet.

"Phew." He breathed a sigh of relief, and casually flicked the blood in Gou Chen's sword slot, "It's really difficult." Then he turned to Yu Chixiao, and asked with a smile, "Are you scared? "

His tone of voice and demeanor were the same as usual, open and frank, with friendly intimacy.

But Fahua Immortal Venerable's head did not roll away, it was not far in front of him. A few drops of blood spattered from the broken neck slowly flowed down from the young man's side cheeks, bright red and dazzling, making his originally uncommon skin color even more bewitching, and there seemed to be a subtle cold light glowing between the textures.

Yu Chixiao looked at him, and a creep rose up his spine.

He didn't answer, and Gong Wei didn't mind. He looked at the corpse under his feet: "There seems to be something wrong with this corpse, and he knows how to summon other people's swords to defend against the enemy. Are corpses so smart? Didn't they say that they only know how to fight against enemies?" Biting those who attack the living?"

"...Xiang Xiaoyuan," Yu Chixiao said hoarsely, forcing his expression to be calm and calm, and at the same time took a step closer: "Give me back the Gouchen Sword."

Gong Wei crouched on the ground, raised his head to look at him when he heard the words, rolled his black and white round eyes, smiled and hid the Gou Chen sword behind his back: "No."

There is a strange attraction in him, which makes people feel fear of the unknown and unable to look away.

He is like an illusory and sweet dream, everyone who gets close can't help but sink into it deeply, but they don't know if the dream will suddenly turn around in the next moment, revealing its hideous true face, and then turn into the most dangerous nightmare .

Yu Chixiao took a deep breath, as if he was afraid of waking up something, his voice became more relaxed: "Give me the Gou Chen Sword, don't play with it."

"If you don't, you'll chop me up." Gong Wei grabbed the narrow path, then squatted and moved back: "Be careful, this corpse doesn't seem to be right. If you have nothing to do, remove the hair on the head first." Give me your left eye."

"What did you say?"

Probably because Yu Chixiao didn't suppress the sharp ending, Gong Wei changed his mind after thinking about it: "Forget it, you'd better stand by the side and don't come over. Wait for me for a while, and I'll deal with you after I finish disposing of this corpse." Bar."

He was still smiling when he said this, Yu Chixiao didn't have time to think about what the "handling" meant, the shock and astonishment reached its peak in the next scene - Gong Wei lifted the headless body with his left hand and slapped it on the spine Touched, as if suddenly found some surprise, "Huh?"

He gestured twice along the spine with the four fingers of his right hand, and then the fingertips flashed sharply, as if he was about to break the skin and take the bone, he swiped directly.

"what are you doing!"

This scene directly broke through the psychological limit that people can bear. Yu Chixiao quickly stepped forward and held Gong Wei's arm, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiang Xiaoyuan! What the **** are you—"

Gong Weiyi raised his head, looked just behind him, and saw Fahua Immortal Venerable Fahua's skull turned upside down, and his left eye, which had long lost signs of life, stared at them faintly.

Gong Wei's expression changed instantly, and he pushed Yu Chixiao away: "Be careful!"

Several almost imperceptible transparent filaments shot out from the corpse's severed neck, passed through the place where Yu Chixiao was standing just now, and rubbed against Gong Wei's shoulders and neck, bringing up several splashes of blood .

I don't know what the silk thread was made of. The moment Gong Wei saw the blood, Gong Wei felt his knees go limp. Yu Chixiao subconsciously pushed him behind him with his backhand, and at the same time a round object flew by - it was the severed head.

Kara! There was a crisp sound of the neck bone, and the thin wires accurately connected the head back to the body, and the splicing was precise and flawless.

Immediately, the corpse stood up, grabbed Gong Wei from Yu Chixiao's hand, and the fingertips were wrapped with transparent filaments at some point, and the silk threads went directly through the wound on the side of his neck!

"what!"

Gong Wei didn't have time to break free, his whole body's spiritual veins twitched violently, half of the screams stopped abruptly, and his whole body convulsed uncontrollably.

Yu Chixiao had never seen Little Charm like this before, the half-scream was like a **** knife stabbing his eardrum, and his face immediately changed drastically: "Let him go!"

Fahua Immortal Venerable's corpse was extremely flexible, and he jumped away like lightning, as if he was very familiar with the entire tomb passage and even the intricate underground palace, and he clung to the hook Chen Jianfeng several times to dodge it. Yu Chixiao chased after him so hard that he didn't even have time to send out a warning signal, so he could only slash his hands all the way, every time the sword edge brushed against the corpse, he would slash down with all his strength, and the bronze walls along the way collapsed one after another!

The loud noise continued, shaking half of the underground palace, attracting other monks in the underground palace. Soon there was the sound of swishing swords behind him, and someone exclaimed one after another: "What's going on?" "It's Mr. Yuchi!"

A Golden Core cultivator recognized Jing Shi at a glance, and immediately uttered in horror: "Fa, Fahua Immortal?!"

The corpse flew away, flying straight up the bronze steps. But Yu Chixiao exploded even faster, and in an instant Gou Chenjian was approaching: "Come back—"

If this life-and-death chase scene freezes, you can see Yu Chixiao stretching out his hand into the arms of the corpse, and in an instant his fingertips almost touched Gong Wei's pale neck.

But at this critical moment, a few imperceptible thin threads shot out from between the fingers of the corpse, wrapping around Gongwei's throat!

Yu Chixiao was shocked in an instant, and before he could stop, a figure behind him came with a sword, and grabbed his arm tightly with a slap. It was the grandson Chengfeng of Juzong:

"Nephew, don't force yourself, that's a puppet silk!"

Yu Chixiao suddenly landed and stopped: "What?!"

At this time, footsteps came from the end of the bronze steps in the distance, and it was Bai Shui who arrived with all the monks of Juzong's sect, blocking the way of Fahua Immortal Venerable, and the corpse stopped suddenly while pinching Gong Wei, and the front and back immediately became The trend of outflanking.

The eldest grandson Chengfeng has obviously fought fiercely with many horrified corpses. He is in a slightly embarrassed state at the moment, but his demeanor is still very steady: "What's the matter with you? What's wrong with nephew Xiang Xian? Where did the puppet silk come from?"

"..." Yu Chixiao's blood all over his body hit his temples one after another, and he said hoarsely: "He... he just..."

At that critical moment, Gong Wei risked his life to push him away, dodging the deadly thread; but he failed to react in time, so that the shocked corpse easily pulled the wounded and bleeding boy from his arms. snatched away.

Yu Chixiao's internal organs seemed to be tightened, and even his breathing was filled with blood. During the fierce battle just now, the strange performance of the corpse summoning the sword and retreating to advance, all appeared in front of his eyes at this moment.

"...It's puppet silk." He gritted his teeth, "The corpse of Fahua Immortal Venerable has been controlled by someone."

Changsun Chengfeng lost his voice: "What did you say?"

"Leader Ying and Jianzong thought Fahua Immortal Venerable was just a corpse, so they couldn't bear to kill him, but in fact, the corpse had already been planted with puppet silk before it crawled out of the coffin, so Lord Ying's injury was from the front abdomen. He didn't expect Jingshi to be able to sneak attack at all. Normal Jingshi moves stiffly and has no instinct other than attacking living people, but Fahua Immortal Venerable has a clear purpose, and has been rushing out since just now, even I knew I was going to take hostages."

"We're not stopping the startling corpse, we're stopping the person who cast a spell and remotely controlled the corpse." Yu Chixiao's Adam's apple slipped up and down, and the end of his voice was slightly unsteady: "His real purpose is to get from this mausoleum... from this Dingxian Take away Fahua Immortal Venerable's bones from the mausoleum."

"Yuchi Yuanju!" Changsun Chengfeng's usually easy-going face has completely sunk, and he is even a little harsh: "Do you know what you are talking about? That is the ninth floor of Dingxianling! What do you want to say about this matter?" Who did it?"

Yes, on the ninth floor of Dingxian Mausoleum, there are golden water-sealed coffins and golden gates. There are only a handful of people in the world who are qualified to enter. Who brought the puppet silk in?

Among the few great masters who can enter, who is behind this disaster?

Yu Chixiao was furious: "I saw with my own eyes that the puppet silk connected the head and body of Fahua Xianzun, and Xiang Xiaoyuan was also planted with that silk thread in his body! What should I do now? I don't care if the ninth floor is not the first!" Ninth floor, I must get Xiang Xiaoyuan back now!"

"..." Changsun Chengfeng's face changed slightly: "You said that nephew Xiang Xian was planted with puppet silk?"

His tone was unusual, and Yu Chixiao's heart tightened: "Yes, what? What will happen to him?"

Changsun Chengfeng turned his head to look, and following his gaze, he saw that Gong Wei was panting rapidly under the restraint of the corpse, unable to see if he was still sane, and convulsed slightly because of the extreme pain.

"...will die." Changsun Chengfeng said with difficulty.

Gong Wei's vision was blurred because of the pain, and every inch of his bones seemed to be scratched by a sharp knife, which was actually a puppet thread.

The skeletal hand was still clamped on his throat—it was actually very weird, because it used to be his own hand, and he was very familiar with the arc and strength of the joints, but now the familiar force acted on his lifeblood.

Even panting became a burden, he managed to gather his strength, and finally spit out three words from his teeth:

"…is it you?"

The body was unresponsive.

It should not have any reaction, after all, it is already a corpse.

All of Gong Wei's spiritual power was fighting against the continuously extending puppet thread in his body, like a fierce strangulation of life and death. But this body is too weak to support such a rapid consumption of spiritual power. He gritted his teeth and turned his head a little bit. This slight movement almost exhausted all his strength. His reddish eyes were fixed on the corpse's body. face.

His eyes were extremely cold, as if through this face he saw another shadow thousands of miles away - that headless, faceless, gray robed ghost holding the white prefect's sword that once descended on the Linjiang Prince's Mansion.

"Is that you?" he asked word for word for the second time.

The corpse finally moved, lowered its head slightly, and looked down at him.

Immediately afterwards, a smile slowly appeared on its face controlled by puppet silk.

There was a lot of noise around, and all the monks kept raising their swords to approach, but they still didn't dare to go forward. Yu Chixiao seemed to be yelling something at someone out of composure, but Gong Wei didn't pay attention, he just stared at his controlled corpse like staring at the distant ghost behind countless puppet threads, and suddenly gasped and laughed for a moment:

"...you take my White Prefect..."

"It's not going well, is it?"

Before the other party could respond, he suddenly turned around and exerted force, swiftly and violently, reaching for the spine of the corpse with one hand!

No one thought that he could accumulate the explosive power of a desperate attempt in this situation, and at the same time that everyone was horrified and screaming, Gong Wei's fingertips had already reached the cervical vertebrae of the corpse!

In that ten-thousandth of an instant, Yu Chixiao flew towards him like an arrow leaving the string.

But before the tip of Gou Chen's sword arrived, the behind-the-scenes had already reacted. I saw the corpse raised its hand to hook the thread, and the puppet thread as tough as a steel wire instantly cut into Gong Wei's neck. When the blood arrow burst out, his knees softened and he knelt down; call.

This familiar movement made Yu Chixiao shout: "Hold the sword tightly!"

— It is useless at all. Even if the combat power of Fahua Immortal Venerable is not as good as when he was alive, it is definitely not something that ordinary monks can compete with.

Recently, several Jindan cultivators couldn't resist at all, and the celestial swords flew out one after another. Immediately after the corpse waved his sleeves, a hurricane suddenly rose, and more than ten celestial swords rushed upwards, smashing down the solid bronze brick roof of the tomb passage!

A large dome fell, the ground shook endlessly, and everyone was caught off guard and staggered back. Yu Chixiao and Changsun Chengfeng chased after him at the same time, but they saw the corpse carrying Gong Wei and disappearing in the upper floor of the underground palace in an instant, only the hem of the remaining mortuary clothes flashed away in the light of the overwhelming black candles.

Changsun Chengfeng was terrified: "No, it's going out of the mausoleum!"

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The huge nine-story underground palace collapsed and shook, and even the entire mountain shook slightly.

On the ground outside the mausoleum, the disciples of the Medical Sect raised their heads one after another, staring in astonishment at Dingxian Mausoleum not far away.

"Leader?" "Leader, don't move!"

Ying Kai, who was unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes. His face was still pale with blood loss. He raised his hand to block the disciples of the Medical Sect who were rushing to help him. Streaks of faint platinum light flowed through the **** opening that penetrated the abdomen, and the damaged muscles and skin gradually healed.

"Yes, it's Baoyuan Shouyi!" A voice of exclamation and admiration came from behind the crowd: "As expected of the leader of the alliance, the damaged spirit veins can be restored so quickly!" "As expected of Wu Yuanzun!  … "

The disciples hadn't finished whispering, when suddenly the trembling rock under their feet trembled again!

Numerous cracks stretched along the ground, like a huge spider web splitting under the sky, and the center of the spider web gathered in the majestic hall of the Dingxian Mausoleum. Everyone backed up a few steps in unison in fear, only Ying Kai opened his eyes suddenly, the brilliance in his pupils flowed, and said in a deep voice: "Ding Shanhai."

The bronze sword inserted on the ground in the distance came through the air, like a shooting star embellished with dazzling divine light, held in the palm of Ying Kai's hand, and came out of the sheath with a clang.

At the same time, the vibration deep in the ground finally broke through the ground, and the great hall of Dingxian Mausoleum collapsed under the witness of everyone.

"What, what came out?" "Fa... Fahua Immortal!"

Surprises were heard all around, a figure in snow-white shroud rushed out of Dingxian Mausoleum, his face was pale and his right eye was damaged, it was the corpse of Fahua Immortal Venerable!

Immediately afterwards, two sword shadows chased out from the collapsed hall. It was the elder Sun Chengfeng and Yu Chixiao who were flying swiftly with swords—Ju Zong's face was extremely ugly. With his sleeves raised, several golden talismans flew out like blades. Immediately he slapped a spell, and the talisman burst into the air and turned into several figures, "Boom!"

Those figures transformed from talismans were dressed in golden armor, without facial features, and were extremely fast and powerful, but everyone could recognize them at a glance——

The Juzong's secret technique is famous all over the world, and that is the legendary mechanism that can be used to fight against hundreds of soldiers.

Changsun Chengfeng fell to the ground and retracted his sword, held the "No Weapon" in his hand, and sternly stopped Ying Kai who was about to step forward: "Leader, stop! Jingshi has been controlled by puppet silk, and it has a hostage in its hands!"

Puppet silk?

Ying Kai's reaction was exactly the same as that of Changsun Chengfeng: "What did you say?!"

Then he couldn't say a word, because after the body fell to the ground, the mortuary clothes fell on the ground layer by layer, and everyone saw the young man tightly clamped in its hands in an instant—

Gong Wei hangs his head, not knowing whether he is alive or dead, his throat is bloody, and the deadly puppet thread can completely cut off the throat as long as it is tightened by half an inch.

"Don't... don't move!" Ying Kai's voice was unusually sharp, and all the monks who drew their swords behind him were stunned, only to hear him grit his teeth and say: "That is a disciple of the Cangyang Sect, you must not hurt anyone's life! "

Someone tremblingly said: "Now, what can we do now?"

The body of Fahua Immortal Venerable was made into a puppet, not afraid of pain or death, and the hostage in its hands was a young man who was seriously injured and dying.

The startled corpse must never be released from Mount Dai. Once the startled corpse appears in the world, there will be endless disasters in the world.

What else can I do now?

The miasma of the corpse has not completely faded away, and under the hazy sky like a black pot, I saw that the sword of another monk was taken away by the volley with a move from the corpse.

It held the hilt of the sword in its palm, raised its foot and took a step forward, and then another step.

It was a scene unimaginable even in nightmares. All the monks kept retreating as it advanced. Some people were too frightened to even hold the sword in their hands, and fell to the ground with a clang.

"...Who the **** are you?" Ying Kai stared at Fahua Immortal Venerable with a stiff face, and tremblingly said: "What exactly do you want to do? Where do you want to take Gong Zhengyu's remains?"

The corpse turned a deaf ear and walked towards the cliff step by step. It was not until the crowd had no way to retreat that it suddenly turned its head and smiled at Kai.

Fahua Immortal Venerable was a very cheerful and lively person before his death. Everyone was very familiar with his smiling expression—it was completely different from what it is now, with raised brows and a cold smile, full of indescribable evil spirit.

That wasn't his expression, it was the mastermind who was hiding somewhere and manipulating the puppet silk.

Ying Kai's teeth clenched suddenly, but after the corpse showed this smile, it suddenly raised its sword with one hand, and rushed straight to the sky over the heads of the crowd; at the same time, the other arm clamped "Xiang Xiaoyuan", and its cold and sharp fingers stretched out to the sky. On his closed right eye.

It wanted to goug out the boy's right eyeball on the spot!

Ying Kai was furious at the moment, knowing that he could no longer look forward and backward at this time, he rushed towards the corpse with his sword like lightning: "Stop!"

-Just at this time.

Another more majestic, swift, and landslide-like stream of fire descended from the sky, which was actually a torrent of spiritual power burning to the extreme. The puppet thread immediately tightened around Gong Wei's neck, but at the very moment, it was forcibly melted into fly ash by the overpowering spiritual power of the visitor!

An exclamation sounded from the ground: "Xu—"

As soon as the puppet thread broke, Gong Wei, who lost his shackles, fell from a high altitude to the ground. The severe pain made him stunned. In the strong wind, he saw the sleeves of the platinum robe in front of him stretch out, and then it crashed into the arms of the visitor like a falling bird, and the clear white sandalwood breath rushed towards his face.

"Sect Master Xu!"

Xu Shuangce volleyed to the ground, with a face as cold as ice, without saying a word, he held Gong Wei in his arms, and tightly pressed his bleeding side neck with his slender and powerful hands.

"..." Gong Wei's eyesight has actually been lost, his cold lips moved, he swallowed back the word "Xu Bai", and said softly:

"Master..."

Xu Shuangce said lightly: "Don't be afraid. It's fine."