C110 Candle Nine Yin (1/2)
A cold chill attacked him from behind as he hastily turned his body to avoid the attack. A sharp wind swept past his ears and silently cut off a strand of his hair. He could clearly feel the viciousness in the wind around his sword. His body staggered as he barely managed to stabilize himself. He discovered that the skirt below his knees had already been torn. Although it was called torn, it was actually broken through by the baldy's vicious palm.
Even though he was unwilling to be outdone, he did not back down in the face of the pressure from the sword ruler's eyebrow. Even when he was still alive, he had inherited the power of his previous life, even though his cultivation was still at the top. However, because of his body's erratic movements, it was hard for his opponent to guard against him. Although the steel sword in his hand was stained with rust, as a weapon, it was not the least bit inferior to any divine weapons. His sword moves seemed to be disorderly and disorderly, without any specific movements, just like his floating figure that was hard to fathom. ”Hua Hua”, Ye Chen stabbed out a dozen times, and unexpectedly, the sword and the sword couldn't find any flaw.
”Stop! All of you, stop right now! With a deep growl, Uncle Fang stretched out his hand to signal for the two parties to stop. However, the two of them turned a deaf ear and continued to clash back and forth, sword moves and palm winds clashing together. Everyone was amazed. It turned out that the strength of the dead spirits were this amazing. They were actually able to fight several tens of strikes with the sword and ruler without losing out in the slightest.
At this time, Zhu Jiuyin's hands were no longer trembling, he tried his best to maintain a calm demeanor, and shouted majestically: ”Insolent bastard! You dare to recklessly attack the devil ancestor!? ” Zhu Jiuyin understood that the undead was still under the control of the incantation he had secretly cast. However, as Mu Sangqing cried out to him, the humanity in her heart was quickly resurrected. Although he tried his best to work in the dark, he could not suppress his human nature. With the awakening of the human nature of the dead spirits, he quickly recognized the sword and eyebrows that had always controlled him, which was why he started to fight fiercely.
Although both sides had exchanged blows on the rubble, due to their profound cultivation base, they formed a formless halo that prevented anyone from approaching them. The air fluctuated, and the solid debris on the ground was actually crushed. A crisp breaking sound rang out, and dust flew into the air. Gradually, the weak point of the Myriad Desolations' inner force began to appear. Soon, he was at a disadvantage, but the sword ruler's eyebrow did not stop, instead, he used an even sharper palm technique to push forward.
Seeing this, Uncle Fang frowned, his fists clenched tightly. The protector's heart skipped a beat as he gathered all the energy in his body and flew over. His body broke through the formless halo surrounding the two people, and he threw a punch towards them. He broke through their airtight attacks, and then he stood between them, pretending to want to stop the dispute.
Within the crowd, Yun Jiu Tang quietly watched the exchange between the Eternal Wither and the sword and sword. The strange movements and weird, unpredictable body of the Eternal Wither had caught Yun Jiu Tang's attention. In the depths of his mind, he still retained the memories of his previous life's fifth hidden spirit that he had obtained from the ancient jade mirror in the Awakening Court. In the memories of the tragedy in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest, there was a strange, undead shadow that was just like the one he had experienced since ancient times. Yun Jiuchang frowned as he searched through his memories. Why was the Eternal Desolation similar to the black shadow in the Hundred Miles Bamboo Forest?
Uncle Fang's persuasion allowed the fierce battle to quickly calm down, and the sword in his hand finally stopped.
”Why is the Chief of the Sword Realm so anxious?” Shen Jingyang expressed his dissatisfaction with the sword and brows as soon as he opened his mouth, ”How can the Chief of the Sword Realm lower himself to fight against a junior so bravely?”
”Shen Jingyang, what is the meaning of this?” Li Fengxian hurriedly retorted, ”Don't tell me that when the eternally dead spirits pierce us, the leader of the Sword World must stand still?”
”Alright, everyone, stop quarreling,” Yin Bao Scroll quickly walked out and spread out her hands, ”Stop hurting our relationship because of this matter.”
At this moment, they only saw a withered corpse standing, its face ashen, its eyes devoid of life. The afterglow of the setting sun shined onto its body, causing it to radiate light in all directions, and it suddenly took on a human form.
Not far behind Eternal Wither, Candle Jiu Yin's body was trembling, the left hand hidden in her sleeves was secretly exerting force, and the Heart Mantra once again flew out, spreading to the soul of the Eternal Wither. Zhu Jiuyin glanced at the sword head, he was very clear on the sword head's expression. Thus, he quickly cast the Heart Mantra to its highest level.
Eternal Rest's body slightly trembled, and his hand that was holding onto the iron sword trembled, seemingly unable to control it. He let out a slight, strange, low moan. Obviously, he was resisting some kind of sudden emotion.
Zhu Jiuyin once again circulated all the internal energy in his body, condensing it in his left palm, transforming it into an unbreakable inner demon, converging it into a heart curse that was imperceptibly applied to the withering of ages.
The longsword shaped brows, Yin Bao, and the others were still continuing with their theories, while Yun Jiuchang, who was standing to the side, was once again focusing on the Eternal Wither. Seeing the painful expression on his face and the trembling of his body, Yun Jiu Tang felt very strange, and thought to himself, could it be that he was controlled by some sort of will?
Suddenly, an ”Ah …” came from the withered mouth. Screaming miserably, he finally broke out of the imprisonment in his throat and let out a sound. He wielded his iron sword above his head, and suddenly, his sharp, hollow eyes swept across the crowd, falling on Zhu Jiuyin's body.
In the next moment, Eternal Rest's body flew out along with the iron sword. The moment the sword stabbed into Candle Nine Yin, Candle Nine Yin's body flashed, and the iron sword stabbed straight into the chest of one of the Taixuan disciple behind him. The iron sword was pulled out and the disciple fell to the ground. Blood gushed out and dyed the green robe on his body red.
Everyone was terrified and quickly dodged.
A hateful light flashed in his withered and empty eyes, as if he had been brooding over it for many years. He focused his gaze on Candle Jiu Yin for a short moment, and then swung his sword at her once more.
Zhu Jiuyin quickly summoned the Heart Mantra from his body and stretched out his palm, which was hidden inside his sleeves. He then leaped up and started attacking the withering needle. The formless incantations of the Heart Mantra shot into his withered body one after another, like the cold glints of hidden weapons that had been inserted into his body.
In the instant that Zhu Jiuyin's palms clashed with the ancient sword's edge, he only heard an 'Ah!' sound as the iron sword fell heavily onto the ruins.
Seeing this, Candle Jiu Yin quickly withdrew his palms and landed on the ground. When he looked again at the withering of the ancient times, he curled up on top of the ruins, becoming a lonely ball. His body was constantly twitching, and his throat released a strange, low howl of ”Ao Ao Ao”.
”Ancient Desolation … ”Just what happened to you …” Mu Lengqing took a step forward and ran towards the ancient withered tree. ”You …” How to... It became like this? ”
”Don't go over there!” Yin Baoyun stretched out his hand to stop Mu Lengqing. His body shielded her, ”His undead soul is no longer under his control. It's being controlled by evil. It can attack anyone at any time!”
Mu Lengqing struggled as hard as she could. Wang Qingchuan ran over and hugged her tightly. ”Master, please listen to Elder Yan's words and don't go over there …” As she spoke, she pulled the pained and weakened Mu Xianqing to the side.
The dead man, curled up on the rubble, was twitching, his head buried in his chest, his eyes cowering and cowardly, staring at Candle. His eyes were filled with panic and fear as he anxiously said, ”Ah …” ”Ahh!” He slowly pointed his finger at the candle flame.
He thought to himself, ”Because of the awakening of the human nature in his soul, it seems that the Heart Mantra can no longer control him. Once his soul has calmed down, he will return to being a normal human being, and then the things that the Heart Mantra once told him to do will be exposed. Only by hallucinating them will he be able to ensure that the secret is not leaked out.”