It had been a day and a half since Mu Ziyun left Qingshan Mountain. At the end of the day, fierce offensive and defensive battles were going on at the same time in Guzhangyuan and Sangliang Island in the Bu Pumen region.
On Gu Zhangyuan's side, Iron Arhat used a death bell made of martial energy to hold him and the little matchmaker in it. A large number of living dead surrounded the two of them outside. This death bell was like an iron wall. Iron Arhat punched inside and died. Every time the bell shakes, a fan-shaped enemy will be knocked away.
In order to prevent more people from dying, Tie Luohan ordered his disciples and elders to disperse to various places in advance, and he and the little matchmaker hid among them in order to avoid being hunted by the demon. He thought that he could hide perfectly, but he was quickly found by the demon. "There is no news that he cannot detect" is indeed a well-earned reputation.
On Sangliang Island, every place you could see was crowded with people. Only his right arm was intact on Zuo Zhiwei's body. The blood flowing from his abdomen flowed to his calf, and the blood was dark and flowed very slowly.
"The treasure in your hand is very good, very good." Yao Jing held a silver chain in his hands, floating in the air. The chain was not long, but there were long strings of heads tied to each end. Yao Jing shook his hands from time to time and said sarcastically Have a few laughs. Those heads were dripping with blood. Yao Jing used his own abilities to continuously resurrect them. The moment they were resurrected, it was like being decapitated again, and they died again in an instant. Some of the weak ones turned into rotten flesh after five or six repetitions. , the head of one of the old monsters had gone through thirty reincarnations of life and death, which was very pitiful.
"Give me your soul and I can keep your body forever. Think about it, you can't die."
"I know, I'm dead," Zuo Zhiwei said, touching his right hand. Even though he felt unwilling to do so, he could not deny this fact. Without the soul, he would be like the living dead in front of him. Even with the soul, he would still be alive. His body is gradually decaying because it cannot be maintained by Yao Jing's ability.
Poof, in the eyes of the remnants of the Fallen Leaf Sect, Zuo Zhiwei dragged down the soul. The leader of Luoye Sect behind him shouted: "Ji! What are you doing!"
Zuo Zhiwei threw the soul grab forward and said: "Master, we already have what we want, so soul grab is nothing. The former Luo Ye Sect is destined to be gone, so let me be the last one left by Yan Xiu." ."
"But you." The head of Luoye Sect looked at Zuo Zhiwei who was gradually becoming silent. He felt something bad in his heart. He immediately gave orders to the elders on both sides. The elders followed the prepared plan and took their disciples to escape in all directions. When they arrived, everyone Finally he glanced at Zuo Zhiwei.
The ghost of Yin and Yang put the Soul Reaper on his own hand and said with a sinister smile: "Now, I have no weakness." Yao Jing has no intention of chasing the remnants of the Fallen Leaf Sect. Now that the Soul Recoverer has been obtained, the next step is to I went to get the three-sided sky stone hammer and drifted past Zuo Zhiwei.
When their shoulders were crossed, Zuo Zhiwei suddenly grabbed Yao Jing's throat with one hand. Yao Jing's face hidden in his robe showed a shocked look, and his tone changed slightly, "You? You're not."
Zuo Zhiwei's eyes were blood red, and he broke his clothes with a loud shout. The muscles and tendons all over his body collapsed, revealing that his skin was dark red, and was rotting at a rate visible to the naked eye. It turned out that with the remaining power of soul hunting, he used his thoughts and Yao Jing resisted and blocked the invasion of Yao Neng. He is a dignified person. Even if he rots into dust, he cannot be controlled by the group of ghosts and demons.
"Drink!" Zuo Zhiwei looked up to the sky and screamed, his left hand suddenly gathered into a violent wind ball twice as tall as him, grabbed Yao Jing's throat, pressed Jing into the wind ball, and then opened the sky, letting The wind ball exploded into flowers over Sangliang Island. The force of the wind had not yet passed, but Zuo Zhiwei's flesh and blood had already been separated a lot.
Many living dead rushed towards the left guard
"Yan Xiu" Zuo Zhiwei stood in the air with his left elbow facing downwards, "This is the last scene of Ji in the world! You bastards, remember it for me!"
boom! Like a thunderbolt hitting the ground, the ground split into four halves from the center, and several feet of soil tumbled to the sky. The arm flew out with a large piece of flesh, and a person was connected in a line among hundreds of people like lightning. "Blooming" everywhere, limbs, bloody skin, and head, shattered into pieces.
This performance, which could be regarded as the most perfect limit of a mortal body, was not half completed. His body rotted too quickly, leaving only a shell on his upper body, and only his head was still trying its best to stick together.
At the last moment in the world, he still had this glimmer of consciousness. When his vision began to blur, Zuo Zhiwei showed a smile and moved his lips. He didn't know whether he said the words or not, but he could only hear him laughing regretfully in his heart: "Mu Ziyun, if I had known I'd get rid of my soul, I would use this trick to kill you. You're going to destroy me."
Sangliang Island had a rare quiet time in the past few days. The internal organs were laid out bloody on the ground. The grass buds were being unearthed. I tried to suck them up for a few mouthfuls. The two tender leaves had red veins, which was very beautiful.
Half an hour later, the scattered limbs began to slowly return to their places, and the monster that had been torn into pieces stood in the sky again without any damage. The Yin-Yang Ghost said angrily: "He can't be any more rotten. He's just like the mute and can no longer be a puppet."
The wind blew up the earth and buried him vigorously in Sangliang Island. He was right, he became the last disciple and the last Yan cultivator before the Luoye Sect bid farewell to the martial arts era. Some islanders were lying in the dark. Keeping this scene in mind, there was a legend on Sangliang Island from then on. Years later, waves of warriors came to visit the immortals. Although the legend became more and more outrageous, people had long forgotten the whole story.
In Lin Lufeng's Tianmen Hall, "Someone breaks into the sect! Someone breaks into the sect!" The shouts outside came from far to near. Shi Shi, who was sitting next to Sun Qi, slapped the table and said angrily: "These guys in Qingfeng Mountain are really ignorant. You've already told me that we won't take action, but we've been harassing you again and again, so we should show them some color!"
A look of sadness appeared on Sun Qiji's face, he sighed heavily and said, "It's not Qingfeng Mountain."
"No? Who is that?" Shitou asked.
"I remember you asked me, since Lin Lufeng did not participate in the war, and each sect lost more than half, why didn't we take the opportunity to unify Huzhou? In fact, at the end of the war, Lin Lufeng's fate was not much better than that of other sects, because "Just as he was talking, the sound of footsteps came from outside, and Shitou realized that the outside had become very quiet at some point. The footsteps seemed to step on his mind, making him unable to feel any emotions.
Footsteps sounded outside the hall for a while, then in the horizon. After a long time, a gentle scholar walked in. His eyes were as still as water, with one hand behind his back and the other holding a folding fan. The fan shows a picture of a woodcutter walking deep into the mountains at night, which is not very elegant. The clothes are a white robe with a purple ribbon around the waist. There is also a three-foot-long thin sword. The scabbard is made of simple wood and the hilt is Kurata jade. , set with seven South Sea blue beads.
"Who are you?" Shitou walked for a while, and after reacting, he immediately stood up and asked. The black ax was right next to him, but he had no intention of lifting it.
Sun Qiji put the tea cup on the table, his yellow-green eyes were particularly peaceful, and said: "He is Kun, a member of the demons, and the founder of the Chenmen."
