A black shadow was flying in the air among the mass graves.
"Damn you stinky girl, I told you to let her go as long as she doesn't mind her own business, but she has to do it to me like this. When I find a place to practice again and come back, how can you follow me without the spirit beads?" fight!
Now all that is left of the lonely old demon is this wisp of black smoke. The death energy that had been cultivated in the cemetery for many years, together with the mummified corpse he refined, were washed away by the vast life energy emitted by the spirit beads spit out by Rhubarb. If he hadn't released all the death energy from his body in time and enveloped himself, he might have ended up with nothing left.
what happened?
The lonely old demon was about to fly out of the cemetery and find a place with a strong sense of death, but he found that there was a strange suction force that kept preventing him from flying away. The farther the distance, the stronger the suction force, but he couldn't feel it at the center.
"boom!"
The lonely old demon needed to break away from this strange gravitational pull, and struggled desperately to the outside. He was about to successfully escape, but he lacked stamina and was bounced back. He hit the ground hard, and black smoke scattered in all directions.
The lonely old demon gathered his body in a hurry to prevent the last wisp of black smoke from flying into ashes. He floated into the air, looked around and said in surprise: "How come there is such a big soul gathering array here?"
He has been here for hundreds of years, wandering around, and there is no sign of anyone setting up the formation. So it is certain that this formation existed before he took shape.
No one knows who set up such a magnificent formation. What makes the lonely old demon feel strange is that he did not feel this gravity before, and the formation cannot maintain its activity for such a long time. All of this The formation has only been reawakened in recent years.
When was the last time you went out? The lonely old demon recalled for a moment and murmured to himself: "Six years? Or seven years?" In other words, this formation was awakened in the past five years.
"No wonder, it feels like the death energy here has become stronger in recent years, but who did it?" Even I don't know the existence of this formation, and who else in the world has the ability to activate such a huge formation? What about law?
Unable to figure it out and unable to get out, the lonely old demon returned to his cave.
Um? what is this? I thought that all the mummies and souls except my own had been washed away by the energy of life, but now I returned to the cave and found a trace of other souls in it.
The lonely old demon followed the breath and soon found a wisp of heavenly soul and a wisp of earthly soul intertwined. The lonely old demon circled around the two souls of heaven and earth, and felt the familiarity coming from them: "Red-eyed mummy! He is still alive!"
What the lonely old demon is talking about is not the mummy, but the person who belongs to the two souls of heaven and earth is not dead yet and is still alive in this world! The three souls exist in the human spirit. After the death of the human body, the three souls will return in three routes.
The soul of heaven returns to heaven and reaches the heavenly road of space; the soul of earth wanders among the cemeteries; the soul of life returns to the underworld. Only until reincarnation again will the three souls reunite again. The old demon in the mansion was shocked. After being washed away by such a powerful energy of vitality, he had not been reincarnated yet. There was only one possibility that his life soul was still in the physical body.
Now that that person's second marriage in heaven and earth is trapped here with him, the lonely old demon actually feels sympathy for him. So I just put it aside without devouring it. After all, I have a companion. However, now that the lonely old demon's life has been seriously damaged, he has no ability to devour other people's souls for the time being.
Chiyang City.
"Sir, the weather outside is nice, why don't you go out for a walk?" Guo Li walked into the house.
Guo Xingjian sighed and looked at Guo Li: "Li'er, you also know that ever since I was injured, I have been afraid of the sun for some reason. As long as I am exposed to the sun, my whole body will be itchy and unbearable, and it will also be accompanied by an unusual headache. .The whole house will be covered tightly."
"I just don't know what's going on with Brother Song. We said goodbye five years ago and haven't heard from him since." As he spoke, Guo Xingjian sighed again and again.
Guo Li was silent for a moment. He naturally knew the reason and comforted him: "Sir, don't worry. Uncle Song is also a master of the world like you, and his Tai Chi sword is even more superb. You will be fine."
"I hope so." Guo Xingjian kept his elbows on the arms of the chair from beginning to end, with a sad look in his eyes: "Li'er, you don't have to come to my place every day. You have your own things to do. I'm in good health, so don't worry about me. You Let’s go back first.”
Guo Li exited the room and left. He looked back at the room where Guo Xingjian was and shook his head, Sir, if you care about me so much, how could you send someone to kill me? Although he wanted to believe that the eight people who surrounded and suppressed him were not sent by Guo Xingjian, after hearing about it from the eight people, he could not help but feel a grudge in his heart.
Guo Xingjian sat for a long time, opened the door, and looked at the scenery in the courtyard swaying in the sun. After standing there for a long time, he closed the door, looked at his right hand, and shook it, feeling stiff and weak. This dark disease has been bothering people for a long time!
Five years ago, he was still the leader of the martial arts alliance. At the time of the martial arts competition, a winner will be determined in the preliminary test, and that person can choose to challenge the martial arts leader, and the final winner can serve as the next martial arts leader.
There were many people participating, but as expected, the final battle was between Guo Xingjian of the Guo family and Song Zhengjing of the Song family.
"Oh, it's you indeed." Guo Xingjian saw Song Zhengjing on stage and looked at him with an expected expression: "Would you like to rest for a while, lest you accuse me of taking advantage of others and disobeying my position as the leader of the martial arts alliance!"
"Haha, you can ensure that you will be the next leader of the martial arts alliance before we even start? It's really funny!" Song Zhengjing also looked at him coldly: "Do you want me to let you move your body first and open up your muscles?"
The two families have a deep connection. Except for the occasional person who is famous for being the leader of the martial arts alliance, the rest of the positions are divided between the two families. The two have known each other for a long time, and there was always a verbal exchange when they met.
Although the two were in a tit-for-tat situation, they both stood at the edge of the stage and did not move, waiting for the other to adjust.
Many knights and knights in the audience sighed after seeing this, heroes cherish heroes.
"Do you think Guo Xingjian and Song Zhengjing will win?" one person asked.
"I think it's still Guo Xingjian. He defeated Song Zhengjing in the last martial arts competition. Now it won't be a big problem to fight again." A white-haired old man analyzed.
Although this old man has gray eyebrows, he is also well-known in the world. His name is Zeng Keqiao. He has a majestic steel whip in his hand. Many people were defeated by him in the preliminary round just now.
Many people also felt that what he said was reasonable and nodded in agreement.
"I don't agree. I think Song Zhengjing will win this year. Last time, he just tried to win but failed. With the lessons learned from the last time, he will definitely be more prepared this time."
"Yes, I support what this old man said. I just fought against Song Zhengjing in the first trial. That Tai Chi sword is really powerful!" A young man stood up to support the old man's statement just now.
When everyone saw that this man was so young, they said disdainfully: "Go, go, who are you? Your hair is not even long, who can you beat here?"
The young man's face turned red, but he couldn't refute it. Martial arts training is just like that. The older you are, the longer you practice martial arts, the more knowledgeable you are, and your kung fu is often more advanced. For a young man like himself, unless he shows results, he will be looked down upon most of the time. And I am exactly the kind of person who has no achievements.
Supporters from both sides kept arguing with each other. Another roar came from the crowd: "Since no one agrees with anyone else, and everyone thinks that the one they support will win, let's place a bet to see who will win!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone placed their bets, completely unaware that this person was the one who asked the question in the first place. This man saw more and more people placing bets here, and his face was filled with a smile. He is not a member of the martial arts world, he is just a commoner nearby. Every time there is a martial arts competition, he comes back with nothing, sitting on the bank and opening the market, making a lot of money every time.
Everyone was still placing bets, but Guo Xingjian and Song Zhengjing were about to start a competition on the stage.
The two of them came to the center of the ring at the same time. After bowing and bowing, they drew out their long swords.
Guo Xingjian naturally knew that the Tai Chi sword was about last strikes, first strikes, but he was the first to strike. He thrust out a sword and went straight to the center of Song Zhengjing's eyebrows. This sword was plain and unpretentious but powerful as thunder, causing everyone in the audience to exclaim.
Song Zhengjing remained unmoved until the tip of the sword was less than seven inches away from his eyes before he raised the sword. Song Zhengjing's sword seemed to be gentle and gentle, but he blocked Guo Xingjian's sharp sword only three inches away from him. , the hair on his forehead was even blown by the sword wind.
No one in the audience saw the reason. They all said that Guo Xingjian had gained the advantage and that he would be the next leader of the alliance.
But Guo Xingjian frowned, and he naturally understood what the remaining three inches meant. His own internal energy bursts out, and he uses the power of swordsmanship to attach his internal energy to the blade, thereby increasing the attack distance and making the enemy invisible. But now my move can only extend my inner strength by two inches and seven points. Song Zhengjing drew his sword at seven inches. After blocking himself, he only had three inches left, leaving three points. It was obviously intentional on his part. In other words, I was three points behind him. !
Seeing the slight smile on Song Zhengjing's lips, Guo Xingjian became even more convinced of his idea. He quickly retreated to avoid being entangled in his sword skills and unable to escape. However, Guo Xingjian did not move. I was teased again!
Guo Xingjian smiled instead of being angry and looked at Song Zhengjing: "You are really leisurely."
Song Zhengjing also smiled: "You don't use your full strength, but you use the same tricks against ordinary people. No wonder I'm like this." The implication is that since you humiliated me, of course I will humiliate you back.
"Indeed, these feints are useless even if you think about it."
Everyone in the audience thought that the winner was decided, but now they were even more shocked when they heard the two talking. Didn't they try their best? Feint? You call that a feint? The last time you competed, that was the move that determined the winner. It has only been five years, how far have you progressed?
Five years is not a long time, nor is it a short time. For new martial arts practitioners, it is normal to make great progress. But when they reach their level, let alone five years, even five more years will hardly be able to achieve this. Make progress. Being able to practice your moves to become more perfect is considered a success!
Guo Xingjian turned his sword to his back and his eyes were sharp. Song Zhengjing also held the sword to confront each other. The atmosphere was obviously different from before, and the two were at war with each other!
