My enemies became my companions

Chapter 518 Killing Wang Jian (Four additional chapters in one)

The moonlight made the valley look bleak. Shadows were vague in the miasma-filled mist. The rotten arms of the corpses were faintly visible under their iron armor. The friction of armor could be heard as they stepped on the broken arms and limbs on the ground. The remaining power of the sword still crisscrossed the ravines.

The bronze chariot was surrounded by corpse soldiers holding flags, long banners and halberds. A huge ceremonial team surrounded Wang Jian. They looked around the battlefield as if they had won a victory. The swinging swords reminded people of the long days of killing prisoners of war.

Ye Liangcai pushed away the fog and rode towards the carriage, suppressing his fear. The rotten warhorse under him exhaled a chilling breath of death, but the iron tower-like general frightened him even more. It seemed that the jet-black armor was not for protection, but to seal the ghost lord in the armor.

"Master Xuzhou, we can't find any trace of them."

Zhao Shourui, who was sitting on the tiger head of the chariot, opened his eyes and said slowly: "Those people must be the evil people of Bailian."

Ye Liangcai was slightly puzzled and couldn't help but ask, "If these are the White Lotus Evils, how could they be so stupid as to fight with the corpse soldiers and generals? They hid in this valley to avoid our search."

"Could there be someone else sneaking in?"

Zhao Shourui's rhetorical question choked Ye Liangcai so much that he couldn't say anything.

Because the ghost lord Wang Jian tilted his head slightly, as if looking at him, Ye Liangcai suddenly felt hair all over his body.

"The Taoist priest is right."

Zhao Shourui ordered: "Keep looking. If you find it, in addition to the credit given to Anshan Gong, I will also offer a tablet for Qianhu on Zhenwu Mountain. There are 1,700 tablets on Zhenwu Mountain, but not all of them can enjoy incense offerings."

Ye Liangcai nodded in agreement, and besides fear, there was a bit of excitement in his eyes.

Zhao Shourui waved his hand, and where the peach wood sword pointed, the ghost lord Wang Jian also raised his hand. In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred corpse scouts came on horseback and rushed to Ye Liangcai's side.

"Tell my subordinates to take these corpse soldiers with you to search. They haven't escaped from this valley yet."

After hearing this, Ye Liangcai did not dare to refuse, and quickly led more than a hundred corpse-riding scouts to look for his men. Each of them was assigned seven or eight horses, and they searched everywhere in this dark valley full of buried bones.

Occasionally, phosphorous fire can be seen echoing in the air. It is the human bone marrow that has been burned by the scorching sun and washed by rain and dew, gradually seeping into the soil and then burning. The wisps of phosphorous fire are like dead souls.

"White Lotus Evil, show yourself immediately and surrender. The imperial court is so powerful that we can still leave you a chance to live!"

Under the moonlight, countless soldiers were searching for the fleeing figure. Any sign of something unusual would be swallowed up by the swords and iron horses.

A man led two women into a half-collapsed building. In the dim light, they could see broken tablets on the ground in the depths. This place looked like an ancestral hall in a deserted village, but no one had been here for a long time. The pillars were covered with cobwebs and there were dust marks left by footsteps.

The resurrected ghost lord, the corpses rampant in the valley, the Taoist priest of Zhenwu Mountain of unknown origin, the River God Yuan Qi who was waiting for an opportunity, and the White Lotus Sect members who have not yet appeared. All these things forced Chen Yi to retreat temporarily and wait and see what happens before looking for a good opportunity. If he acted rashly, who knows how many knives were hidden in the dark?

Fortunately, the scope of the Corpse Valley is very large. The area within dozens of miles is shrouded in miasma, and the dense vegetation is covered by the sea of ​​clouds, so there are not too few places to hide.

Chen Yi looked around and saw words like "Mother of No Birth" engraved on the wall. There was a layer of dust between the lines. He had an idea. Traces of the White Lotus Sect could be seen everywhere in Huguang, and this area was no exception.

Having lived two lives, Chen Yi knew that the White Lotus Sect was not rootless. On the contrary, the southern region, where miasma was rampant and wild gods were everywhere, was the perfect breeding ground for a mixed sect like the White Lotus Sect.

There was no movement around. Dong Gongruo breathed a sigh of relief and moved her arms around her waist. She was not used to Chen Yi's embrace.

Yin Tingxue sideways her eyes and saw that the melon formed a subtle curve on Chen Yi's waist. She was also not used to it.

The little fox hadn't felt jealous for a long time, and for a moment he felt this feeling of sadness was unfamiliar.

Fortunately, Chen Yi let go of Donggong Ruoshu in time. The slight sourness passed away and Chen Yi seemed to be feeling much better at this time. Yin Tingxue couldn't help but clench his hand.

"Go in and take a look." Chen Yi stared into the depths of the ancestral hall and transmitted his voice into the secret passage.

The danger inside must be eliminated to ensure the safety of this place.

So Chen Yi led the way deeper into the ancestral hall, his steps light and without making any noise. He stepped over the broken tablets on the ground and went deeper into the darkness. It became pitch dark all around.

There was a rustling feeling under their feet. The three of them looked down and saw a layer of withered yellow straw. There seemed to be a lot of space underneath.

After a brief hesitation, the three men pushed aside the thatch and jumped in.

It was pitch black, filled with an unbearable sour smell of dampness and the fishy odor of moss. Yin Tingxue's ears suddenly trembled slightly, and a sound came from the darkness.

The three of them looked up at the same time, and saw a light lit in the shadows. A dozen men and women stood opposite them, raised their heads, and looked at them.

Both parties were stunned for a moment, and the atmosphere seemed to be frozen and suddenly became solemn.

During this moment or two, there was silence over there, and Chen Yi and the others were not in a hurry to speak.

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from far away outside the ancestral hall, shaking the dust off the hall. Several shouts and roars echoed into the cellar.

"Come out, come out!"

"The evil White Lotus, you have lost your way and will die!"

"White Lotus Evil, show yourself immediately and surrender. The imperial court is so powerful that we can still leave you a chance to live!"

Accompanied by the hooves of the corpse soldiers and generals' horses, terrifying roars rolled into the ancestral hall. Dong Gong Ruoshu discovered that the breathing of the people opposite him suddenly stopped at the same time.

I came here suddenly, I really look like a member of the White Lotus Sect
Donggong Ruoshu said, "Don't worry, brother. We are not from the White Lotus Sect."

The old man in the lead was stunned and said: "...But we are."

Looking at each other.

Donggong Ruoshu paused for a moment and said subconsciously: "Then you guys go out."

Swish!
Suddenly, several cold rays rose from the darkness, as if the brazier in the oil depot was about to fall over. In an instant, the silence was broken, and the bright light of a knife was right in front of them.

With his hand on Wu Zaoyan's hilt, Chen Yi glanced at the people in the depths, his eyes turned cold, and everyone inside was staring at him covetously. The breathing of the warriors made the atmosphere in this small space disordered, and murderous aura filled the air.

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn.

It seems that there is going to be a bloody storm under this small ancestral hall.

Just when it was about to break out.

The sound of horse hooves broke the tranquility before the storm.

"White Lotus Evil, show yourself immediately and surrender. The imperial court is so powerful that we can still leave you a chance to live!"

The signs that both sides were about to fight suddenly stopped, as the sound came back and approached the ancestral hall from afar.

The underground space was instantly silent, eyes crossed back and forth, and a silent consensus was reached in the delicate situation.

"This place has not been searched yet."

"Be careful of ambushes, let the zombies go in first."

The voices of the conversation were neither loud nor low. In this space where one could hear a pin drop, martial artists could naturally hear it clearly. It was seen that the group of White Lotus Sect members had already prepared for the search of the corpse soldiers and generals. They all held their breath and even winked at Chen Yi and others.

Without their reminder, Chen Yi quickly affixed several breath-holding talismans, and the breath of the three people was suddenly concealed.

There were sounds of footsteps coming from the underground space. The iron armor on the corpses made a squeaking noise. Through the stone surface, one could see pale skin and horrifyingly rotten flesh.

The corpse soldiers searched back and forth several times, but still couldn't find any trace of the people. So the two officers and soldiers went deep into the ancestral hall and searched it carefully, but still found no clues.

Everyone in the cellar was motionless like sculptures, as if they were the corpses that had been dead for a long time.

"Hey, there's a pile of thatch here!"

“Is there room in there?”

Just at this moment, the sharp-eyed officers and soldiers were suddenly surprised to find that the thick thatch was pressing down on the space. They walked forward to take a look and found that it was pitch black inside and they could not see what was inside at all.

Just as he was about to light a fire to take a closer look,
The officers and soldiers who were traveling with him suddenly pulled him back.
"Hey, don't worry about your life, what should we do if there is a White Lotus evil hidden in there?!"

"That's true." After hearing this, the soldier said with lingering fear: "Let the corpse soldiers and generals go in to investigate."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the underground, especially the White Lotus sect members, became nervous. One of the younger ones accidentally let out a breath of air due to a twitch in his nose.

The people of the White Lotus Sect were so nervous that their hearts were in their throats.

There was the sound of zombies raising their heads on the ground.

The thatch was pushed aside one by one, and several corpse soldiers slowly went deep into the ground. Right in front of everyone, they followed the path they had just taken, moving forward in the darkness, the phosphorescent light in their eye sockets illuminating everyone's pale faces.

Chen Yi's hand was already on the sword. Even if his whereabouts were discovered and he was besieged by various forces, he was ready to risk his life to break out.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew across my collar.

Chen Yi tilted his eyes slightly and saw a pale figure appear in front of everyone. The skin of the corpse woman was relatively intact, but the flesh on her face was damaged and there were dead spots on her cheeks, as if she would turn into a pool of blood at any time.

It was the corpse woman I had dreamed of before.

The corpse woman was wearing a long dress from the Warring States Period, and she was walking like a ghost. She came to the front of several corpse soldiers leisurely, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered:
".Let's go, get out of here"

What was surprising was that this group of zombie soldiers seemed to have heard an order from their superiors. They all turned around and slowly left the cellar in a very orderly manner.

There was no unusual sound from the corpse soldiers, and there was no other report. The officers and soldiers looked at the cellar hesitantly, and inexplicably got goose bumps. After looking at each other, they decided to leave.

The friction of armor and the sound of horse hooves left the dilapidated ancestral hall.

Everyone in the cellar breathed a sigh of relief. The thatch was lifted, and the cold and bright moonlight shone in. The night wind was blowing, and both sides could finally see each other's faces clearly.

After the officers and soldiers interrupted the search, the murderous aura in the cellar disappeared, but the vigilance remained.

The people in front of him were no match for him. Judging from the breath they exhaled just now, Chen Yi knew that there were fourteen people in the cellar, three women and eleven men. They were all good martial artists with martial arts ranging from ninth to fifth grade. Five or six of them had killed no less than three people, but that was all.

Donggong Ruoshu had discovered it long ago because that's what her intuition told her.

So, Chen Yi looked coldly at the corpse woman who suddenly appeared.

It was this corpse woman who suddenly appeared in the dream to report to the police, turned into a pool of blood and left, and now appeared in this cellar again. Although the timing was critical, it was a little too critical.

The woman turned around, her face a mixture of her beauty in life and ugliness in death, and she bowed to Chen Yiyingying.

"City, City God." The woman's voice was hoarse and intermittent, as if she had been dead for several days and her spiritual intelligence was a little lost.

Fortunately, we are still able to communicate.

Chen Yi ignored the shocked and confused looks of the White Lotus Sect members and looked directly at the corpse woman and asked, "Who are you?"

"My surname is Shou, I am the second child in my family, my name is Qi Yan"

Chen Yi was silent for a moment, recalling what had happened, and Yin Tingxue suddenly asked, "Miss Shou?"

The woman shuddered when she heard the words, and Chen Yi also remembered the long-missing Miss Shou whom he had heard about before. He looked at the group of White Lotus Sect members again and saw that the fourteen of them looked confused, and each of them looked like they were searching for their memories, as if they knew nothing about the existence of Miss Shou.

But right now, the corpse woman was communicating with Chen Yi, the living City God, and they didn’t dare to interrupt her.

Chen Yi pondered for a moment and asked, "I am here. I want to ask you how you found me first, and then I will do you justice."

The corpse woman slowly raised her fingers, which seemed to be fragile at the touch, and pointed at the sword case on his back.

It really is the Taisha Sword.

Chen Yi's guess was confirmed, and his eyes narrowed slightly. This Taisha Sword was the main sword of the Yinjian Mountain's sword formation. The Yinjian Mountain, which practiced both Taoism and martial arts, had always had a close relationship with the Zhenwu sects. Its direct source was the Beidi sect, one of the Zhenwu sects. The so-called Beidi was the Zhenwu Emperor who eliminated bandits and demons in the north.

The origin of the Taisha Sword is more direct. According to legend, it was obtained by the Great Emperor Zhenwu when he destroyed the Twelve Ghost Palaces of Luofeng.

Chen Yi's face was calm, and he continued to ask: "So what is your relationship with this sword?" "No, it's not me, it's the general. He, he is the ghost master of the second palace of Luofeng"

The old saint said at this time: "The second palace of Luofeng is the Tiangong of Taisha Liangshizong!"

This is exactly the Ghost Palace where the Taisha Sword originated from. Chen Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. In other words, this Taisha Sword was originally a weapon in the hands of the Ghost Lord Wang Jian? No wonder it is so murderous.

"Then what is your relationship with Wang Jian?"

After Chen Yi's question, the corpse woman trembled violently, and tears of blood dripped from her empty eye sockets on her decayed and broken face.
"White Lotus, the White Lotus sect said that my birth date and time match those of Wang Jian's wife, Princess Huayang. They used me as a sacrifice to awaken the ghost lord Wang Jian."

With just one sentence, his voice seemed to be able to shatter people's hearts.

Chen Yi raised his cold eyes and glanced at the fourteen people.

For some reason, the latter all felt their hair stand on end and got goose bumps.

At this time, Miss Shou said: "It has nothing to do with them."

After a few words, Chen Yi retracted his gaze and looked at Yin Tingxue again. When he saw her nod, his gaze returned to the tortured woman. The whole story had been sorted out. Miss Shou was unfortunately kidnapped by the White Lotus Sect and fell into the Valley of Corpses to be sacrificed in order to awaken the ghost lord Wang Jian. However, the siege of Wuchang failed and the White Lotus Sect withdrew, leaving only the remains of the Valley of Corpses formation. The group of officers and soldiers must have awakened the ghost lord here during the search, and Miss Shou found herself by following the breath of the Taisha Sword in order to seek justice.

Chen Yi's eyes gradually deepened. He suddenly thought of another woman who had been sacrificed. That was his first wife, the white-robed nun who had never been willing to settle down.
Harm to one's own kind
Chen Yi glanced at the group of people again and asked casually, "Is it really nothing to do with them?"

The pupils of the fourteen people shrank slightly, and the old man in the lead was trembling with pain.
This living City God is not only judging the underworld, but also deciding their life and death.

How humiliating!

However, the cold murderous aura in his voice made the fourteen people dare not move at all.
Miss Shou shook her head vigorously.

Chen Yi had guessed the identity of this group of people, and his eyes were no longer murderous. He said, "Then find a chance to leave by yourselves."

The fourteen people had no reaction at first. After a breath or two, the old man in the lead nodded heavily and punched him. With a "bang" sound, the rest of the people woke up as if from a dream and punched Chen Yi one after another.

The White Lotus Sect is nothing but a fake identity.

Ignoring this group of martial artists pretending to be members of the White Lotus Sect, Chen Yi turned to look at Miss Shou again and asked, "How do you want me to seek justice for you?"

Miss Shou groaned for a while and said hoarsely, "Kill the general. I will help the city god! If the general dies, I will be free."

The always ruthless Captain Chen did not reject the woman. He sighed and tapped the scabbard of his sword.

It’s all Yin’s fault. They kept nagging him and made him too soft-hearted.

Yin Tingxue glanced at Chen Yi silently without saying anything. Although she was blamed, her raised brows showed a hint of happiness.

Sensing Chen Yi's thoughts, the old saint warned him sternly, "Boy, this is unusual!"

It seemed as if a cold wind was blowing, prickling Chen Yi's muscles and bones, and he remained silent.

Seeing that he seemed unwilling to face it, the old saint continued:

“It’s fine that there are countless corpse soldiers and generals here, but the ghost lord is no less powerful than you. His vicious reputation is recorded in the Taoist Canon. Even with the help of this corpse woman, there are still the River God and the Taoist Zhenwu, none of them are easy to deal with!
If I had known in advance that this place was strange, I would definitely not have persuaded you to come here."

"Are you just going to stop here?" Chen Yi asked.

"I came here only to gather information. You can take your time. Besides, if time goes on, there's no telling if Wang Jian will waste away in the sun."

The sunlight and yang energy of the mortal world are like a molten iron furnace to ghosts and evil spirits, so ghosts often stay in places where evil spirits gather. What the old saint said was not wrong, but she did not say that even if Wang Jian destroyed himself one day, this corpse woman would certainly die earlier than Wang Jian.

Chen Yi raised his eyes, as if he had come to his senses, and turned around and said, "Let's go."

The old saint breathed a sigh of relief, and after much persuasion, she finally persuaded this man whose identity she was not sure of.

The next moment, he heard a word coming from him.

"Let's go and kill Wang Jian."

The bronze wheels rolled, crushing the bones wherever they passed, just like crushing the weeds on the roadside, but the generals and servants on the chariot didn't care.

Under the ancient mask, one can faintly hear the ancient sound: "Tai Sha"

As the two words fell, the bronze chariot trembled, and Zhao Shourui, who was sitting on the tiger head, looked more and more solemn.

As time went by, the resurrected ghost lord Wang Jian seemed to regain his former intelligence and was becoming less and less susceptible to his control.

The night wind blew over the corpses of soldiers and generals, bringing with it the unpleasant smell of copper rust. Dead leaves rolled up the miasma and covered the ground. Zhao Shourui's purple clothes trembled slightly. In this evil place, even a Taoist like him would feel his flesh and bones being scraped away if he stayed there for too long.

Zhao Shourui tilted his face slightly and stared greedily at the sword marks on the armor.

That was left behind by the Great Emperor Zhenwu when he was fighting against bandits and demons.

Determined to awaken this ghost lord, searching for the White Lotus Sect members was secondary. More importantly, Zhao Shourui, a high-level magician, discovered the mystery of these sword marks.

So exquisite, so wonderful, every move and every gesture seems to embody the mighty power of Emperor Zhenwu when he descended to the earth!

The eyes are like lightning, subduing the demons; the ten thousand riders are like clouds, overwhelming the nine lands! Ghosts and gods are subdued; dragons and tigers run away; the might shakes the five mountains; all spirits obey!
Keep it in mind, and copy it down when you return to Zhenwu Mountain. Zhenwu Mountain will find an ancient heritage. Not only that, if the Taisha Sword is found at the same time, then Zhenwu Mountain will be like the presence of the Great Emperor himself! Zhao Shourui's eyes were burning, hotter than before, and there seemed to be a storm brewing in his heart.

Ye Liangcai glanced at Zhao Shourui's fanatical expression. The cold wind was particularly chilly and he shivered. He already found it difficult to understand this purple-robed master, and now he was even more confused.

Everything that happened in the Valley of Corpses was far beyond his control, and instead fell into the hands of the purple-robed master of Zhenwu Mountain. Since some time ago, the latter no longer had the kind and gentle look he had before. His eyebrows gradually became sharp, and his eyes were full of thorns, making people feel that he was old but still immortal. I don’t know if it was Ye Liangcai’s illusion, but there was some ancient murderous aura on Zhao Shourui that didn’t match his appearance.

簌。

The wind and waves suddenly stopped in the distance.

The bronze chariot beneath him was shaking slightly, and the ghost lord's armor was moving with his rapid breathing. Zhao Shourui collected his thoughts and looked into the distance. He could see the figure of a man with a sword and a knife standing at the end of the cold valley in the distance.

With a sword and a knife, the Taoist still stood there calmly, his lips seemed to be humming, and his voice fell along with the wind.
"Ascension to the Hall."

Solemn and majestic.

The sound was like the sudden striking of a gavel, and there was like a pouring rain. The horde of corpses in the valley suddenly went crazy!
A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rushed over like a mighty force, and the standing weapons shattered the bright moon.

A knife and a sword,
Chen Yi began to break the formation.

The figure took a step forward, and under the moonlight, a thunder sounded. Swords and knives came out together, and instantly carved into the sea of ​​blood and corpses. Countless long-forgotten weapons crossed over, but could not even touch the corners of clothes. The blades and swords swung out in clear arcs, passing over the neck and other unprotected places, and the dark blood of the corpses gushed out wildly, and after landing on the ground, it quickly evaporated into thick miasma.

The corpses didn't know what "death" was. Even though dozens of corpse soldiers collapsed in the blink of an eye, they still kept rushing over, wanting to bury the living Yin official here, or even make him one of them. The corpses besieging him in the front almost abandoned the skills of wielding weapons, relying on the strength of numbers to crush him, but the man's figure was too fast. Before they could completely surround him, he dodged another step and rushed behind them.

The bronze chariot crushed the bones like dry grass, and rotten flesh dripped from the mottled shafts.

The ghost master driving the car had phosphorescent lights in his eyes, and intermittent voices came out from under his ancient mask: "Tai Sha!"

The two words were like a heavy hammer hitting a tripod, shaking the bronze chariot violently.

Zhao Shourui clenched the peach wood sword tightly, his knuckles turned white, and golden light burst out from between his brows. The ghost lord Wang Jian was struggling to break free from his restraints, and the evil spirit seeping out from between the cracks in his armor condensed into mysterious patterns. What a strong obsession.

The iron tower-like body trembled constantly, as if trying to break free from the restraints of the armor from the inside out.
A cold wind wrapped in copper rust blew across the purple robe. Zhao Shourui suddenly held his breath, not because he was intimidated by Chen Yi's ability to break the tide of corpses alone, but because the sword marks on the ghost lord's breastplate were emitting golden light, slowly suppressing the struggling ghost lord Wang Jian.

The Zhenwu Sword of Demon Slaying has survived for thousands of years, and it is still like a dragon trapped in the abyss wandering under the rust. He obsessively measured the direction of the sword marks with his fingertips. This style is the lost "Tian Gang Subduing Demons". If he can fully comprehend it, the countless long-lost sword techniques of Zhenwu Mountain can be reappeared in the world. Needless to say.
"Clang!"

The bronze chariot suddenly shook violently, and Zhao Shourui raised his head sharply. The miasma thirty miles away was like meeting the scorching sun, and a crack of light that reached the sky was split from it.

But the man was seen carrying a long knife and a long sword, walking on the boiling corpse water all over the ground.

All the swords were unsheathed, destroying the gloomy wind within a hundred feet radius.

"Thunder obeys the will of heaven, and rushes as the law commands."

Chen Yi tapped the thunder talisman lightly, and thunder suddenly roared in his palm.

It is not the Five Thunders Orthodox Method of Mount Longhu, but rather looks like a talisman drawn from Mount Taihua, and every stroke was from Yin Weiying's hand.

Lightning exploded, and the zombies in the front row knelt down. Their rotten heads exploded with fireworks, and it seemed as if a brilliant galaxy had been laid on the scorched earth.

Smoke rose up, covering the battlefield in a gray haze. The man came out through the clouds and fog, getting closer and closer.

Zhao Shourui pondered for a moment, his eyes moved strangely, and then he waved his hand.

Wang Jian jumped off the bronze chariot, pulled a rotten warhorse, climbed on it, raised his arm and grasped the halberd, and rode away in a cloud of dust!

The soldiers who were unable to dodge were smashed to pieces, and their remains were trampled into the ground. Facing the Taoist priest who was fighting in the formation, the phosphorous fire in Wang Jian's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

The zombies in the valley were like a tide, and the zombies and generals along the way made way for a narrow path. A strong wind blew, and the horses galloped like thunder. In an instant, the terrifying halberd with the iron tower came in front of Chen Yi!
The sound of swords and horses exploded in Chen Yi's ears. He turned around suddenly. The huge black iron halberd was pressing forward. The stirred up cold wind actually condensed into substance. Before the halberd tip arrived, the fierce wind pressure had already cut his cheek painfully.

He retreated half a step, then moved forward diagonally without any distractions, with the blade precisely cutting into the junction between the halberd blade and the halberd shaft, destroying the wind and rain!
"Qiang!"

The sound of metal hitting stone made the corpses stagnate. The blade cut down along the halberd in a spiral, and a series of sparks burst out. Before the man and the ghost could separate, the rotten horse under Wang Jian suddenly stood up, and when its front hooves stepped down heavily, it caused black flames to surge.

Chen Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his left hand's sword finger swept across the sword spine, and the lightning of the thunder talisman meandered along the blade.

"break!"

The lightning sword shadow collided with the horse's hoof with a loud bang, the rotten warhorse collapsed with a loud bang, and the corpse soldiers within a radius of ten feet collapsed instantly.

Chen Yi used the recoil force to fly three feet into the air. He raised his eyes and quickly locked onto the crack in Wang Jian's armor. Zhao Shourui could sense the remaining sharp sword intent in it, so how could he not sense it?

A hint of sword intent appeared at his fingertips. If he used this as a trigger to detonate the sword intent in Wang Jian's armor, could he destroy him in one fell swoop?

Wang Jian seemed not to give Chen Yi a chance to think. He crushed the corpse of his warhorse, took a step forward, and swept towards him with his halberd. The wind was gusting wildly. Chen Yi smashed the iron halberd with a knife, flew into the air, and stabbed the ghost lord Wang Jian's visor with a sword.

Wang Jian was worthy of being a great general of the Qin Dynasty when he was alive, and the Lord of the Ghost Palace after his death. The ancient murderous aura vibrated around him. Chen Yi's robe rustled and his pupils shrank slightly. He saw the murderous aura condensed into substance and turned into gun shadows all over the sky, wanting to tear him to pieces completely. Chen Yi stepped slightly and did not retreat. Instead, he rushed forward with a powerful sword intent.

The two sides attacked each other in an instant, and the shadows of spears, swords and knives were in chaos and became more and more crazy. Sharp roars came from under Wang Jian's visor, and his huge arms left afterimages. The murderous aura that had been sealed and accumulated for thousands of years burst out, and the halberd in his hand turned into a sea tide that was about to swallow Chen Yi.

The two men fought faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, no one knew how many moves they had exchanged. It seemed as if there were countless shadows fighting in the dim valley, and any corpse soldiers and generals who approached were crushed into bone powder by the aftermath.

"Master, what should I do?"

Seeing that the two were evenly matched, Ye Liangcai turned pale and could no longer hold his temper. What kind of scene was this? Was it something that a captain like him could get involved in? He turned around, only to see that Zhao Shourui had been staring at him.

".Master?"

"The corpse soldiers and generals can't stop him. Only the ghost master can deal with him. However, there is a third person hiding here who can control the battlefield. The situation is not optimistic."

The purple-robed Taoist priest's voice was hoarse, but he said everything he wanted to say. Ye Liangcai had no choice but to nod slightly.

Zhao Shourui's eyes were like swords, and he asked, "But, Captain Ye, do you think the Ghost Lord will be defeated by him?"

"I'm just worried about the possibility"

"What a coincidence," Zhao Shourui grinned, "I am also afraid of the unexpected."

Ye Liangcai's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he looked slowly with trembling eyes, and found that since some time ago, the purple-robed high-ranking official's eyes had been filled with bloody murderous intent.
It seems to be exactly the same as the ghost lord Wang Jian!
When was it? Ye Liangcai was shocked and was about to reach for the knife at his waist, but as soon as he touched the handle, it was too late.
A flash of blood.
Ye Liangcai felt a sweet taste in his throat. He didn't know when a corpse general came up from behind him. A bronze blade protruded from his chest. Zhao Shourui's lips were buzzing, as if he was chanting a spell, and blood was dripping with the sound of the spell.

When the blood flowed up from the cracks in the ground, the colors in Ye Liangcai's mind had become turbid and unclear, swirling and mixing together until they solidified.
At that place, the swords collided, and with a thunderous explosion, Chen Yi and Wang Jian were separated by dozens of feet again.

The bronze chariot slowly moved away, and Ye Liangcai was thrown towards the shaking ghost lord. He tried to struggle to save himself, but he felt something warm and beating. A crack suddenly appeared in his armor, and dark, rotten flesh and blood rushed in from his seven orifices!
The scene in front of my eyes suddenly went dark, and the wrong sound of chimes seemed to be heard in the darkness. The chains that bound the figurine suddenly straightened, and the sound of armor colliding mixed with the sound of bones cracking one after another, as if the figurine had had a full meal and its body had grown stronger.

The cracks in the armor were getting bigger and bigger and might collapse at any time.

(End of this chapter)