The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2099 Some are happy, some are sad

Even when they were still a hundred feet away from the tower, everyone could feel the resonance of a thousand heads, as if they were listening to "The Funeral Song"!
The heads of the Han people emitted a mournful, triangular sound!
The head of the barbarian emitted a sound like the shangyu melody, fierce and menacing!

The Tibetan skull emitted the sound of Buddhist chants, then silence!

Pang Shiwu's blood-stained sword at his waist seemed to suddenly smell the scent of blood and began to stir, its blade trembling and emitting a buzzing sound!
Pang Shiwu immediately unleashed his inner strength, suppressing the aura of the blood sword with overwhelming force! Otherwise, the surrounding area would be filled with bloodthirsty energy, making it impossible for ordinary people to get close!

He gazed into the distance and saw that the tower was decorated with three incredibly thick ropes!

Pang Shiwu said, "Those three ropes look a bit strange. Dongben? Where is he?"

Dongben immediately came closer, bowing and saying, "I'm here, I'm here. Those three ropes are human tendon ropes."

"What? Human tendon rope?"

"Yes, the tendons in the human body, human tendons."

"Damn it, you're a menace!"

"It is said that the human sinew rope on the east side was made from the leg sinews of three hundred laborers, and a bronze human sacrifice bell was tied to the end of the rope. A live viper was suspended inside the bell!"

The Western Human Tendon Rope is made by twisting the small intestines of ninety-nine shamans together. The rope is covered with bone symbols and inscribed with spells to induce hallucinations!
The middleman's rope was woven from the braids of the fallen, with a blood-red bronze mirror attached to the end. When a person's reflection was placed upon it, their skeletal remains could be seen!

Pang Shiwu watched as the blood bronze mirror swayed in the wind, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of its reflection. His expression changed drastically! The image of Bigwolf reflected in the mirror was not his actual appearance, but rather his skeletal remains!

There was a whole world hidden within a body of bones!

Fortunately, it was fleeting, otherwise Bigwolf's secret would have been discovered!
Pang Shiwu didn't want to pry into his good friend's secrets, because if he accidentally discovered them, it would greatly affect his mood when they spent time together!

This blood-red bronze mirror is indeed strange!

As they got closer to the Blood Sacrifice Tower, they were shocked to discover that the three human tendon ropes were covered with iron-scaled corpse worms!
The iron-scaled corpse worms contain phosphorus powder inside their bellies, and when the daylight is dim, they flow upstream like a waterfall of stars!

Pang Shiwu asked, "Dongben, what other supernatural things does this tower possess?"

Dong Ben said, "There's another strange phenomenon, related to the weather. On sunny days, the tower's shadow looks like a struggling human figure, shortest at 9 am (9-11 am) like a curled-up body, and longest at noon (11 am) like a figure being tortured!"

Pang Shiwu cursed, "This is truly bizarre!"

"During thunderstorms, lightning always strikes the crown of the head, causing the skull to emit bluish-purple arcs of light, like the tongues of thousands of vengeful spirits!"

"continue!"

"On snowy nights, the tower seems to heat up, melting the snow. The rising heat condenses into blood-red ice crystals, which feel like needles pricking the skin when they fall on it!"

"It's getting weirder and weirder. Continue."

"According to local legend, whenever the Yellow River freezes over, coral-like red roots extend from the base of the pagoda to feed on the fish swimming beneath the ice. Once, a young monk stole the pagoda and touched the wall. In an instant, his flesh and blood dehydrated, leaving only his skeleton embedded in the pagoda, which became a new inverted floating sculpture—the finger bone forever points to the eagle's nest on the summit of Jishi Mountain, as if accusing, or perhaps yearning for the eagle's beak to grant him ultimate liberation."

"Holy crap, all those skeletons hanging upside down on the tower were actually trapped and killed by liquid poison?"

"I'm not sure about that, but there were definitely quite a few who were trapped and died."

The group arrived at the foot of the Blood Sacrifice Tower, where thirty red-robed monks stood in formation, each wielding a curved sword and their eyes gleaming with ferocity! An aura of malevolence seemed to emanate from each of them!

Pang Shiwu said, "A bunch of wicked monks, daring to block my way!"

An elderly monk in red robes sneered, "You're one of those who went on a killing spree in front of the Snow Peak Pearl Pavilion, aren't you?"

Pang Shiwu coldly replied, "With your grandpa here, what? You want revenge?"

The old monk in red said fiercely, "That's right! I was just looking for a place to find you, but I didn't expect you to be so bold at such a young age, daring to come to my door!"

Pang Shiwu said coldly, "Then let's go!" He said to Chang Zijing and Big Wolf, "Brother Wolf, Sister Zijing, you two take a break first!"

Chang Zijing and Bigwolf nodded simultaneously, "Okay!"

Having just swept through a camp of three thousand men, the two naturally wouldn't compete with Pang Shiwu for this opportunity to hone their martial arts skills!
Pang Shiwu suddenly drew his sword and charged towards the thirty demonic monks like a whirlwind!
Suddenly, the thirty demonic monks simultaneously removed their robes and threw them into the air. The thirty blood-stained robes were pieced together to form a giant drum made of human skin! The old demonic monk struck the drum with his finger bones!

Thump—the sound waves shook the beams and pillars, causing dust to fall like blood rain!
Thump—Zaxi and the others nearby felt their blood rushing to their heads, as if their internal organs had shifted, and immediately covered their ears! Even so, their hearts continued to pound, as if they were about to leap out of their chests, and they felt that they would die of a broken heart in no time!

Pang Shiwu's right wrist flicked, and the Blood Rain Fragrance Sword drew a mysterious arc—

Can Hong dances wildly!

The sword energy stirred up a blood mist in the air, condensing it into countless crimson plum blossoms that absorbed and dissolved the sound waves. As the plum blossoms fell to the ground, they eroded the blue bricks, creating honeycomb-like holes.

The blood-red human skin drum made of thirty robes was shattered by Pang Shiwu's sword!
With a roar, the old demon monk caused all thirty of them to simultaneously remove the rosary beads made of human bones from their necks and fling them out like arrows! Phosphorous smoke spewed from the holes in each skull rosary!

Amidst the swirling smoke, countless vengeful spirits of fallen soldiers materialized out of thin air, brandishing knives and lunging forward!

The nine monks in the back row even bit their tongues and spat out blood. The blood spurted out and ignited into a ghostly blue flame when it met the phosphorus smoke!

The illusionary ghosts and the ghostly blue flames were intended to deliver a double blow to Pang Shiwu!
Pang Shiwu let out a long roar and leaped into the air, swinging out both swords at the same time!

The Frost-Freezing Sword's aura was like frost; the moment it touched the phosphorescent smoke, it froze the smoke into a glassy dome! Frozen smoke formed a dome!
The Blood Rain Fragrance Sword, like a long-awaited rain, surged with overwhelming power, instantly forcing the ghost fire to turn against its master! Although the ghost fire was strong, it could only retreat when it encountered the Blood Sword's spirit!
The will-o'-the-wisp backfired, and the monks retreated hastily!

Pang Shiwu unleashed both swords simultaneously, their sword energy sweeping across the area, instantly shattering the ice shield that was enveloped in phosphorus smoke!

It exploded, shooting out thousands of ice needles!

The demonic monks were instantly pierced through the flesh by ice needles!

The wound is being attacked by both ice and fire!
The left half of his body was charred and smoking, while the right half was covered in frost!
The burning of their flesh by the phosphorescent smoke was the consequence of their own actions, and the freezing of their bodies by the cold air was an extra gift from Pang Shiwu's Frost Sword!
Seeing that the monks were either dead or injured, the dying old monk's face contorted with rage. "Boy, even if you kill us, you won't leave alive!" He suddenly plunged his hands into his chest, ripped open his chest, pulled out his heart, and flung it forcefully, splattering the blood from his heart onto the pagoda wall!
The statue-like corpse hanging upside down on the wall suddenly began to move, came to life in the blink of an eye, and then floated down!

The stone statue spewed black leeches straight at Pang Shiwu's eyes!

Pang Shiwu spun like lightning, his twin swords drawing a Tai Chi circle—the Frost Condensation Sword unleashed an "Avalanche" style, its sword energy sweeping across the earth like frost, instantly freezing the living statue's corpse! The sword energy was fierce, and with a loud bang, the corpse shattered into pieces on the ground!
Blood Rain Fragrance Sword then unleashed the "Crimson Rainbow Style," its crimson light flashing as its sword energy blazed like the sun boiling the sea, instantly evaporating the poisonous leeches!

As the afterimages passed, the last three monks all showed cross-shaped bloodstains on their throats—the frost-like marks on their left necks resembled chrysanthemums, and the burn marks on their right necks resembled plum blossoms.

The area inside and outside the tower gate was deathly silent, like a graveyard.

Pang Shiwu flicked his sword, sending drops of blood flying. On the bluestone ground, red and white twin flowers bloomed—frost and blood growing together, just like the mark of the two swords' deadly strike.

Chang Zijing bent down to examine the bodies closely, and found that not a single drop of blood had seeped from the corpses of the demonic monks.

The Frost-Sealing Sword sealed the meridians, the Fragrance-Steaming Sword steamed the blood, and thirty dried corpses, like dehydrated crimson monk robes, were piled up empty in front of the gluttonous maw of the Blood Sacrifice Tower!
Chang Zijing suddenly frowned and said, "There seems to be a woman crying on the ninth floor—it might be Rum!"

Zaxi came to his senses and stopped covering his ears. When he heard Chang Zijing say that Rum might be up there, he immediately rushed into the tower!
Suddenly——

The thirty fallen demon monks' corpses suddenly stood up at the same time, forming the "Bon Sect Blood Lotus Revolving Array"!
Pang Shiwu frowned and said, "The people are all dead, yet we can't form an array?"

Chang Zijin said, "The person behind it all is most likely in this tower!" She looked up at the top of the tower, which had nine floors, but she couldn't see a single person!
Pang Shiwu said, "We've experienced the scene of the Demonic Sect's Corpse-Serving General and White Bone Commander leading a hundred thousand undead legions to besiege us before. How much of a ripple can these thirty Tibetan monks and living corpses cause?"

He suddenly let out a long howl, thrusting out his blood sword and instantly cleaving three living corpses in two with a single move, "Ice River Upside Down"!

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chang Zijin waved the Green Demon Hand, and the two living corpse demon monks were blown into green smoke!
Seeing this, Bigwolf was naturally not to be outdone. He immediately rushed forward and, without even wearing the Red Demon Hands, used his hands to grab and throw the demon monk. With each grab and throw, the demon monk's neck bones shattered. Even if he could be controlled to continue his wild limbs, his head and neck were severed, rendering him powerless to fight!

Pang Shiwu was the first to rush into the Blood Sacrifice Tower. There seemed to be a monk guarding the gate. Without even looking, Pang Shiwu slashed out with his sword, and the monk was immediately split in two!

He stepped over the monk's corpse and rushed up to the second floor, only to see a monk standing guard at the top of the stairs, slashing down with his sword!

Pang Shiwu thrust out his sword, Frost-Clad Left Sword, its energy piercing through the monk's heart like a dragon! The monk was sent flying by the sword energy, crashing into the back wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his head drooping, and he died instantly.

Without stopping, Pang Shiwu rushed up to the third level in the blink of an eye. The gatekeeper monk clasped his hands together and spat out poisonous smoke that condensed into a smoke arrow that shot towards him!

Pang Shiwu neither dodged nor evaded, but instead charged forward head-on, exhaling a breath that transformed into an arrow and shot out with great force!

The air arrow struck the smoke arrow, which vanished into nothingness, but the air arrow, still brimming with power, hurtled straight towards the face of the gatekeeper monk!
The gatekeeper monk was terrified. He tried to dodge, but it was too late. The arrow of energy shot into his mouth and out through the back of his neck, shattering his cervical vertebrae and vanishing into thin air! The gatekeeper monk's cervical vertebrae were shattered, and his trachea ruptured. He died on the spot!

Upon reaching the fifth level, they encountered the blind monk Sangjie Zhaba, who was waiting by playing a flute made from a human leg bone. The sound waves caused the sword blade to vibrate and crack!

Pang Shiwu's heart skipped a beat!
Back then, my elder brother had a battle with Tuoba Xuan. The opponent used the guqin to create a small world of isolation, while my elder brother used a knife as a musical instrument and managed to play "General's Command", which stunned Xiao Shengnan's fiancé!

Pang Shiwu immediately used the spine of his sword as a string, lightly plucking the "Guangling San" with his five fingers, using poison to fight poison, and sound to break sound!
The sonic boom instantly overturned the bone flute stand, and all 108 bone flutes flew wildly before finally piercing into Sanjay's major acupoints!

Upon reaching the seventh floor, the moment he stepped onto the ground, the Tibetan monk Chizu Dezan raised his human skin drumstick! With each beat of the drum, Pang Shiwu felt as if his heart was being ripped apart!

What the hell!

The real expert is on the seventh floor!
Pang Shiwu immediately focused his mind and power, casting aside all distractions, and slashed at the demonic monk guarding the pass with his sword!
The demonic monk immediately shifted several feet to the side, drum and all, and his sword energy cleaved a deep trench in the spot where he had been standing! Wood chips flew everywhere!

Pang Shiwu was taken aback. "You're quite skilled!" Once the blood sword was drawn, anyone within five zhang would experience blood stagnation, slowed true energy, and a drop in combat power. How could a mere demon monk be any different? The monk instantly felt himself fall into an invisible magnetic field, unable to control his own body!
Pang Shiwu thrust out another sword, its energy like a dragon tearing the monk to shreds!

In one go, I rushed to the top floor—the ninth floor!

The gatekeeper is none other than Duoze!
He was sitting there playing a zither, the strings of which were actually thirteen strands of women's black hair! Thirteen Tibetan women stood beside him!
The zither he played was called the Zha Nian Qin. The head of the zither was carved from sandalwood in the shape of a makara beast, holding an iron ring in its mouth, symbolizing the devouring of evil spirits; the neck was made of cypress wood and carved with images of the Thirty-Three Heavens, symbolizing the Thirty-Three Heavens of the Bon religion; the soundbox had two resonating chambers, round at the top and square at the bottom, symbolizing the roundness of heaven and the squareness of earth; the strings were usually made of yak sinew or human hair, with sinew symbolizing strength and hair symbolizing the soul; the plectrum was made of eagle bone and carved with the six paths of reincarnation, symbolizing the sound that carries away the souls of the dead.

It is three feet and three inches long, which is a metaphor for the thirty-three heavens of the Bon religion.

The soundbox of the zither is three fingers thick, symbolizing the three realms of heaven, earth, and humanity.

"This is Rum's hair, benefactor." Duoze chuckled and plucked the strings, and thirteen Tibetan women responded with a dance, thrusting daggers straight at Pang Shiwu!
Pang Shiwu smelled an extremely strong stench from the dagger, realizing it was coated with a deadly poison!
The Tibetan woman's eyes were glowing green; she was most likely under a spell like the "Puppet Heart Curse."

The sound of the zither was like an invisible rope around the neck of every Tibetan woman, making her like a dog, able to obey the rope's pull whether she was moving forward or backward!

Pang Shiwu suddenly unleashed a sword strike, using the sword instead of a saber, imbuing the sword with the intent of a saber. This strike employed the Blood Saber Technique—Sweeping Across the Ages!
How could a demonic monk with the combat power of a ninth realm possibly contend with three times the strength of the Glazed Glass?
The sword energy was fierce, and the demonic monk and his zither were torn in two!

The thirteen Tibetan women suddenly regained their senses after a moment of daze, and their eyes became clear.

Pang Shiwu asked, "Who is Rum?"

One of the slender women said, "That's me!"

Do you know Zaxi?

The woman's eyes lit up. "I know you! Did you save us?" She suddenly noticed Duoze's body!

"I guess so! Zaxi is waiting for you at the foot of the tower!"

Rum immediately ran towards the stairwell and rushed down the tower!
The other women looked at each other, at a loss for what to do!
Pang Shiwu said, "You are free! Go!" He turned around and walked down the stairs first.

The women all asked those around them, "Is this a dream?"

A woman exclaimed, "Quick, let's go! It's not a dream! We're saved!"

The women then hurriedly walked downstairs.

They had experienced nightmares and were traumatized. They had tried to escape several times, but were caught and severely beaten each time. The beatings had driven them to give up on escaping altogether.

If it weren't for the presence of Duoze's corpse nearby, they might have even thought that the evil monks were deliberately testing them and setting a trap for them!

Doze is really dead, so everyone is truly saved!
The moment Rum saw Zaxi, Chang Zijing quietly turned away, unable to bear watching the two embrace!

She was afraid that the sight of the scenery would trigger painful memories!
Other people's beloved returned alive, but her beloved would never come back.

Although her heart now belongs to Feng Jiuxiao, Li Sixian was, after all, her true love! Especially since he died saving her!

In particular, when he died, he turned to ashes and scattered with the wind, leaving nothing behind!
Zaxi and Rum wept with joy, and Chang Zijin finally couldn't hold back her tears, which streamed down her face.

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