Wuhun Lingzhu starting from Douluo

Chapter 257 The inheritance in the painting

The light flashed by, and I suddenly found that everything around me had changed.

No more narrow spaces, no more flat stone slabs.

A dark sky appeared overhead, and a dark wind howled.

This place is simply like hell on earth.

But this is only the feeling on the left side during the weekend. The breeze like a knife comes from the right side, giving people the feeling of sword energy.

An upright and awe-inspiring atmosphere came from over there.

Suddenly two loud shouts came.

"Where does this evil way come from? Look at the sword!"

"You're a stinky Taoist priest again, die!"

The huge palm was photographed from the sky on the left, with a strong sense of oppression.

The palm was extremely dark, textured like stone, and looked like a hill.

And on the right, is a flying sword.

There was only one flying sword, but the sense of crisis it brought was no less than that of the huge palm.

Even stronger.

Weekend's expression changed, and he had no time to think about it and quickly mobilized the power in his body.

An unexpected situation occurred, and most of the power in the body was sealed.

The only ones that can still be used are the White Bones Hyakki Banner and the Hundred Grass Flying Sword Technique.

It’s too late to think about why this happened!

These two attacks give the weekend the feeling that they are stronger than the attacks of the Millennium Zombie King.

If you don't defend yourself and get hit on your body, you will either die or be injured.

This is because my body over the weekend has become a physical vajra.

A faint blue light lit up from above the weekend's head, and the white-bone hundred ghost flags grew long in the wind.

In the faint blue light, hundreds of Yin soldiers emerged.

After these ten years of development, although the number of the Yin soldiers of the White Bone Hyakki Banner has not increased, their strength has been completely different.

The power of the thousand-year soul bone has been cultivated to the extreme. As long as a period of time passes or an opportunity comes, it can transform into a ten-thousand-year soul.

Thereby acquiring new characteristics and transforming the strength of the Yin soldiers.

Although they have not gained new characteristics now, the strength of each Yin soldier is different from before.

They have all reached the level of Taoist Master, and they are all at the pinnacle of this realm.

A Taoist priest may be like an ant to those huge palms, but 100 of them are definitely not ants.

Moreover, these 100 can be combined into one, and the power that bursts out instantly can even compete with that huge palm.

100 Yin soldiers raised their left hands together, and the chains of the netherworld joined together and rushed towards the huge palm like a dragon.

On the other side, a crimson sword energy, like the sun, blocked the flying sword with the power of the sun.

It was at this moment that a somewhat confused voice sounded, followed by angry shouts.

The sound was completely buried in the deafening sound.

The huge palm in the sky paused for a moment, then continued to press down as if pushing away soft soil.

On the other side, Chiyang Sword Qi blocked the flying sword, but it only took a second before it seemed to be defeated.

Weekend's expression was serious, and other sword auras floated around his body, preparing to deal with this flying sword first.

The sense of danger that Feijian here brings to the weekend is really too strong.

Even the red sun sword energy in the fourth realm, which has transformed from an illusory state into an energy entity, is still not inferior to that flying sword.

After being hit by that flying sword, I felt like I was going to die here in all likelihood.

But if he was hit by the huge palm in the sky, he would only be seriously injured.

Compared with death, it is finally completely acceptable.

But at this moment, the flying sword suddenly changed its direction and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the huge palm.

Almost instantly, the flying sword pierced the huge palm.

It made its strength significantly weaker, and was broken by the Netherworld Chains that were originally unable to deal with the huge palm!

"Yan Chixia!"

A low roar sounded from the sky, as if there was another world above the layers of dark clouds.

A world dominates the sky, and its owner is bursting with rage.

Layers of dark clouds are rolling in the sky like huge waves.

Even so, there is no obvious next step.

"Yan Chixia?" Weekend frowned, this name was not unfamiliar.

Liaozhai?

I haven’t traveled through time!

Is it an illusion?

Weekend Perception clearly told me that this was not an illusion, and I had not traveled through it just now.

So what's going on here?

At this moment, a strong man with a beard suddenly appeared next to Zhou Xing.

"Tell me why there is an official aura in your evil magic weapon, and there is no trace of resentment at all!"

A ferocious voice sounded from the strong man's mouth, and it was obvious on the weekend that this guy was suppressing his anger.

It seems that this person is Yan Chixia. It seems that she was attacked by Yan Chixia because of her evil magic weapon.

"Master Yan, I am a disciple of Liulin Dao, and I have been registered with the imperial court. As for this magic weapon." Weekend said respectfully.

At the same time, he stretched out his left hand, and the White Bone Hyakki Banner shrunk to the size of his finger floated in the palm of his hand.

"The main material is 100 complete corpses, bought in a shop opened by the imperial court!"

As the weekend ended, Yan Chixia's anger had completely exploded.

"What kind of bullshit court does this?"

Yan Chixia vented her anger, and sword energy burst out from him.

After the explosion, Yan Chixia looked at the weekend, frowned and said, "Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Killed!" Weekend nodded and said.

"Are there any innocent and weak people?"

"No!"

"Okay. Do you know where this place is?" Yan Chixia nodded and said.

"I don't know!" Weekend shook his head.

"For the time being, this can be said to be a place of inheritance, or it can be said to be a painting."

Yan Chixia said straight to the point.

Weekend frowned, this is just a painting?

What kind of baby can do this?

I'm afraid it's another very powerful magic weapon.

Yan Chixia looked at Zhou Zhen who didn't scream, nodded, and said everything directly.

"I am just a painting left by Yan Chixia, or I was painted by Yan Chixia. This painting was created by another master."

After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she pointed to the sky.

"The purpose is to eliminate the Black Mountain Old Demon above. Of course, it is not the complete Black Mountain Old Demon, but his most fundamental Yin Shen soul!"

I was shocked at the weekend, Yin Shen!

These two characters represent the ghosts and gods of the underworld.

And the old demon of Montenegro is not the final boss in A Chinese Ghost Story!

Could this be the world after A Chinese Ghost Story?

In other words, a section of the history of this world happens to be A Chinese Ghost Story.

One of the ghosts and gods in the underworld at that time, the old demon of Montenegro was surrendered by the righteous monks behind him.

It's just that because of the powerful nature of Yin Shen, it cannot be eliminated directly and can only be consumed bit by bit.

"Only by following me to eliminate the old demon from Montenegro can you create this painting." After Yan Chixia finished speaking, she looked towards the weekend.

Looking at the weekend, he didn't feel timid at all, he just nodded in deep thought.

"Of course, during this, I will give you all the spells I know, including the flying sword technique!"

(End of chapter)