Hantrick was standing in front of the magic circle at this time, placing thirteen gems on the thirteen nodes in sequence. A slightly illusory face of pain could be seen vaguely in the gems, trying to break free from the shackles of the gems.
Hantrick's face was solemn, he opened his arms, raised his head slightly, and began to recite ancient and obscure spells, sometimes low, sometimes high, breathtaking.
Suddenly, the wind picked up, causing Hantrick's clothes and silver hair to flutter wildly, and the magic circle and gems under the coffin began to light up.
Zhang Yuelu immediately noticed that something was changing deep in the dungeon, and before the flames extinguished, he directly used his true energy to separate a path in the sea of fire.
When Zhang Yuelu walked through the sea of fire, Hantrick still maintained the posture of opening his arms, but no longer chanted the spell. He turned around, with countless blood vessels protruding on his handsome face, like earthworms swimming under the skin, but he was smiling: "Prudence is the chain that binds you. You are late."
As the words fell, the thirteen gems in the magic circle shattered.
An irresistible spiritual thought came to this place. Both Lingquanzi and Arthur froze suddenly, unable to move. Even Zhang Yuelu had to retreat. Although he did not completely lose the ability to move, he was unable to launch an attack. .
As for Qi Xuansu, he was not in a hurry to cross the sea of fire. Even so, he still felt as if he was pressed under a boulder and couldn't breathe.
As everyone expected, the reason why this group of sinners took great risks to attack Bishan Temple was to seize the souls of innate people and then use them to please the aloof ancient immortals.
Hantrick was a little regretful: "Unfortunately, there are still too few souls. If there were twice as many, the effect would be better."
The invisible spiritual thoughts became heavier and heavier.
Strictly speaking, Zhang Yuelu is well-informed and has seen many real masters at close range. Some of them are not inferior to the ancient immortals at all. Not to mention the two deputy headmasters, her boss, the headmaster of Tiangang Hall. He is a genuine heavenly being in the stage of creation.
It's just that these experts have never shown their power in front of Zhang Yuelu. Except for a little bit of the majesty of the superiors, they seem to be no different from ordinary elders. It was only at this moment that Zhang Yuelu truly realized the terrifying power of a high-ranking heavenly being. In other words, he was simply a god, and just a few divine thoughts were enough to make an innate person irreversible.
Fortunately, this descending divine will was not directed at Zhang Yuelu and others. The huge coercion was just a side effect, just like a drought demon was born and spread thousands of miles away. Such a powerful existence, just by its existence itself, can cause certain a drastic change.
The height of the mountain can prevent the cold wind from coming, and the depth of the sea can prevent the rain and snow from staying. High mountains can block the cold current from the grasslands, while places near the sea always have a humid climate. If the mountains and the sea are regarded as a person, then when they do not deliberately restrain their aura, their mere existence will affect everything around them.
It is said that when God Lu Wu appeared in his true form, the huge amount of energy and blood heat generated unintentionally during his breath could burn out all ghosts and ghosts. If God Lu Wu stayed in one place for too long, the vegetation there would be destroyed. Absorbing the escaped blood of God Lu Wu, some kind of mutation occurred, turning it into a fairy grass containing rich fire energy.
Before the Taoist sect hunted dragons on a large scale, wind and rain would follow wherever the dragons passed.
At this time, the ancient immortal's spiritual thoughts came, and it was the same reason.
Because Hantrick was the one making the sacrifice, he was not affected by the ancient immortal's thoughts, so he was able to turn around calmly. The expression on his face changed, and he inserted his right hand into his chest without any hesitation.
His right hand was quickly pulled out, and it was covered with blood that was still flowing. His fingers were holding a heart that was still beating!
According to Arthur, the heart is both the fatal wound of the sinners and the source of strength for the sinners. At this time, Hantrick took out his heart, and it immediately shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, almost unable to stand.
However, he still tried his best to raise his still beating heart with both hands, and said slowly: "Guided by the blood of my descendants, I implore the supreme existence to give my master new life."
After the words fell, the beating heart left Hantrick's hands and flew towards the mummy lying in the coffin.
"Reincarnation of life and death." A loud voice suddenly sounded, making everyone tremble. The echo echoed and vibrated repeatedly in the dungeon. The almost real sense of oppression made Lingquanzi and Arthur groan. Qi Xuansu even had blood flowing from his ears, but Zhang Yuelu was the only one who could barely resist.
Even the burning flames gradually extinguished under this substantive pressure.
Hantrick's heart was like a blooming bloody lotus, slowly falling on the corpse's chest and blending into it.
Then two points of blood-red light lit up in the eye sockets of the mummy, and it slowly sat up from the coffin.
The next moment, the skinny mummy began to become plump at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wrinkles caused by dryness gradually disappeared. The skin regained its blood color, and underneath the skin were well-defined muscles.
He has a typical Western Continent face, probably around fifty years old. Time has not damaged his appearance, but has precipitated his temperament, making him extremely charming.
He was like a man who had just woken up, still a little dazed. After a while, he gradually woke up and his eyes fell on Hantrick, who was about to lose his balance.
At the same time, the divine thought from the ancient immortal gradually dissipated, and the overwhelming pressure also receded, allowing Qi Xuansu and others to finally breathe and avoid being crushed to death by a divine thought.
Hantrick stretched out his hand and pressed his chest, and said unsteadily: "My master, it's... great that you can wake up."
The master in Hantrick's mouth immediately noticed Zhang Yuelu and others, his eyes stayed on Zhang Yuelu, and his voice was low: "Hantrick, my loyal servant, is this the gift you prepared for me?"
This was not Daxuan's official language, but the language of the Western Continent. But when it reached the ears of Qi Xuansu and others, it completely turned into an understandable Central Plains language, which was very mysterious.
Hantrick smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid I will disappoint the master. They are from the Eastern Holy Court."
"The Holy Court of the East, that's it." Hantrick's master nodded.
Hantrick looked at Zhang Yuelu, raised his voice, and introduced: "This is my master, Diswine Monlud Refnor, the ruler of the Helwindsor Territory, the bloody blade dancing in the darkness and shadows, a A truly noble Duke.”
Arthur lost his voice: "Duke? Impossible!"
I don't know if it was because of his excitement, but his Mandarin suddenly became much smoother.
Zhang Yuelu's face was solemn.
Hantrick is just a viscount, which is equivalent to the stage of returning to the true form of an innate person. If calculated according to the duke and prince son, then the duke is equivalent to the heavenly being at the level of the real person in charge.
According to Arthur, in the legend, thirteen third-generation sinners were honored as princes and had power comparable to gods. At the Duke level, they are divided into ordinary Dukes and Grand Dukes. Just as the Taoist heavenly beings are also divided into two levels, one is the ordinary heavenly beings, and the other is only half a step away from the immortals. The gods of creation are known as half-immortals. Master Qingwei of Taiping Dao and Master Donghua of Quanzhen Dao are both half-immortals. Many weak ancient immortals are also at this level.
No matter the duke or the grand duke, they are both existences that they cannot deal with.
At this moment, Qi Xuansu reminded loudly from a distance: "He is very weak."
Zhang Yuelu was startled, and then he looked at Duke Diswein with purple energy flowing in his eyes.
The invincible "Immortal Qi Watching Technique" failed for the first time, and this powerful sinner seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, making it impossible for her to see through it.
However, Zhang Yuelu did not give up and continued to operate the "Immortal Qi Watching Technique". The purple energy in her eyes became more and more intense. Eventually, her eyes almost completely turned purple, and her eyes finally penetrated the fog that shrouded Diswen. .
Zhang Yuelu's brows relaxed slightly, because this so-called Duke was not unfathomable, but he was just at a higher level than the current Zhang Yuelu, that is, the carefree stage of heavenly beings. The so-called freedom means that one is freed from the constraints of the earth and can fly in the air, which can be said to be free and easy.
For Zhang Yuelu, although the celestial beings in the free stage are difficult, they are not invincible.
With Qi Xuansu's level of cultivation, of course he couldn't see through Diswen's reality, but he could guess that if this so-called Duke had the strength in his heyday, why would he need to hide, why would he lie in a coffin and pretend to be dead? Seek help from ancient immortals.
Arthur said in fluent Western Continent language: "No member of the Ravnor family above the count can be spared. This is a joint decision of the Parthian Parliament."
Diswein did not deny this statement and said calmly: "I did die, but with the help of the blood of my descendants and the powerful power of the ancient gods of the East, I was reborn. Although I only have the strength of a count now, I am enough. Kill you all, and your blood can restore me to the strength of a Marquis."
Zhang Yuelu said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid it's too early to say anything."
"Oh?" Diswen raised the corners of his mouth and spoke in a longer voice.
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yuelu's face suddenly turned red, as if the blood in his body was about to seep out through his skin.
Zhang Yuelu immediately used the "Six Void Tribulations" to resolve the strange power that Diswen had exerted on him, suppressed the restless blood, swept his body, and attacked Diswen.
After Hantrick lost his heart, he also lost most of his strength. He had already stepped aside early, unable to stop Zhang Yuelu.
As the saying goes, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames. Diswein is called "the bloody blade dancing in the darkness and shadows." His skills are evident. He has a bloody sword condensed in his hand. , bringing out the billowing blood energy, stabbed towards Zhang Yuelu.
Zhang Yuelu did not dare to be careless, a roll of white paper appeared in his hand, and he bundled the paper into a sword.
The blood sword collided with the paper sword, but the paper sword was unscathed. On the contrary, the blood sword twisted like a long snake that had been hit seven inches, and even blood spattered.
Diswen's expression changed slightly: "It's actually a sub-artifact?"
This object is called "Photographic Paper". It can not only be transformed into a three-foot long sword, but also eighteen kinds of weapons. Its hardness is comparable to that of a diamond, and it is invulnerable to water and fire. It is the semi-immortal object given to Zhang Yuelu by the Taoist Sect.
