The Spirit World

Chapter 1002 Shadow Pendant (Thirty-Eight)
[I don’t know what I did wrong. Maybe it’s because I haven’t adapted to living in this world yet, so I suddenly can’t fit in, can’t look back at my past self, and can’t remember... when I will grow up. ]

Bloodworms, smoke rising from the ground.

“Ha, hahahahahahaha—” Wanzhang looked at the bloodworms wriggling on the ground and lowered his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: “Adjutant Neferi…hahahahaha…”

He held Yuya on his shoulders and swallowed the blood in his mouth fiercely. He looked at Chang Yufeng standing on the city wall, and the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense.

Even though he came to meet the prophesied death.

“Lord Bai Ling, where are you going to escape to… hehehahaha——”

As Chang Yufeng distanced himself from Wanzhang, the first thing he thought of was not to engage in close combat with Wanzhang again.

The black robe shone brightly in the white light.

"Ying Yao's [Blood Activating Agent], wow, it's so scary..." The lamb was shaking in fear on Chang Yufeng's shoulder.

"what is that……"

Chang Yufeng didn't understand what was going on. He just felt that the worm was embarrassed. It was parasitic in Wanzhang's body and had completely lost Wanzhang's control over his body.

"God's messenger, Yin Yao, the bad guy." The lamb answered vaguely, or perhaps it was too disdainful to mention this "bad guy" and gave a brief introduction.

"That sword is powerful. No wonder Artes is excited."

Chang Yufeng turned Artes around and tilted it again. The green sword flowers burned the darkness outside the city wall.

"Really? I think he just came here to test your strength. There are more powerful people waiting for you. At least, Yan Yao is one of them."

"Yan Yao... the messenger of God..."

Chang Yufeng watched Wanzhang staggering towards him. Wanzhang was not himself after all, and he was beginning to be unable to withstand the huge physical burden. Although Chang Yufeng did not hurt him, his attack methods that were too different from those of ordinary people and did not conform to the human body structure caused too much damage to his body, and he could no longer move quickly.

But he still walked towards Chang Yufeng with the heaviest murderous intent.

"Has he finished testing..."

Chang Yufeng once again held Artes across his eyes, closed his index and middle fingers, and slid them along the sword of Artes. The dark light reflected Chang Yufeng's face on it. He shifted his gaze to Wanzhang again, and the mark between his eyebrows was very red.

"Artes! Listen to my orders!"

He shouted softly and threw Artes into the air. Artes spun and flew in the air, and a distant ancient sound vibrated from the sword.

[I will obey the king's order! ]

"【The Ninth Style of the White Spirit Sword Sect: Flying Immortal with One Sword】"

After shouting out the sword move, Chang Yu Feng clasped his palms together, and a blue light spread from his palms to his body. Artes also became brighter. Chang Yu Feng opened and closed his palms, and Artes was divided into three parts. Under Chang Yu Feng's finger prints, he rushed towards the sky.

"You are my fellow empire, you should not become a pawn of the Undead here, even so..."

Chang Yufeng's sword movements were open and closed, and Artes also flew around Wanzhang's side under his finger prints. The three of them formed a formation, and Artes was like a piece of colorful silk, making the sword sound, layer upon layer, like thousands of swords entangled.

Wanzhang was surprised for a moment, and in horror saw Artes slashing out. He quickly raised his hand to block with his Hell Fang, but unexpectedly, the other two bodies of Artes also slashed over. Layers of blood and insects splashed on the spot, and Artes flew and leaped under Chang Yufeng's finger marks.

Wanzhang snorted in defense, but he was powerless under the three attacks of Artes. One cut the back, the second cut the arm, and the third cut the leg and knee. The blood of the insects splattered everywhere and smoke rose from the blood of the worms.

Hell Fang can block one of Artes' attacks, but cannot block the second or third attacks. This move is obviously fierce enough. It is difficult to survive under Artes' sword without armor or defensive weapons.

Chang Yufeng released his spiritual power, making Artes' three-body slash more concentrated and fast. Even if Wanzhang had three heads and six arms, he would find it difficult to block it. The skin was cut again and again, and the blood-activating worms bloomed like flowers with a strange dark light.

Wanzhang might not have expected that Changyufeng would use such a powerful sword-wielding technique. The teeth of Yuya were ruthlessly cut by Artes. Every successful block made the gap bigger and bigger. Its trembling became heavier and heavier, bringing more and more pressure to Wanzhang's arms. Wanzhang had sticky blood flowing from his mouth, and he blocked the three swings of Artes again and again.

Chang Yufeng stopped on the spot, watching Wanzhang being cut bit by bit by Artes. He looked indifferently as Artes removed the worms from Wanzhang's body. Even though Wanzhang was covered in blood, those worms seemed to be unable to be eliminated and rose with the smoke waves.

The flesh cut by Artes could no longer heal, and Wanzhang's desperate resistance made him even smaller. He could no longer break through Chang Yufeng's sword formation and could only be slaughtered.

"This is simply a monster."

His body was covered in black smoke and worms, and his skin and flesh were already torn apart. The only thing supporting him was the dying "blood" in his brain!
The Lamb's words are without mercy.

"You know what? Sometimes, I don't know which side I represent..."

Chang Yufeng slowly made another finger print, he retracted his finger and spun it around, and Artes also stopped abruptly. Wanzhang was shocked and frightened. The Hell Fang that was swung forward could only pass by his eyes, but could not hit Artes who had returned to Chang Yufeng's hands.

The three bodies of Artes merged into one, and a spring of water washed the blood off the sword, and the green blade returned to its original appearance.

"Yijian Feixian's last move is a killing move. I feel sorry for you being used by others, so I will spare your life."

"Let it fend for itself."

Chang Yufeng looked down from above, swung Artes' sword again, and sheathed it together. He quickly covered his body with a black robe, pulled down his hood to cover his face, and ran. This time, no one would stop him from entering the city.

When Wanzhang saw Chang Yufeng was about to leave, he looked at him with bloodshot eyes and frowned, and actually rushed towards him, but he could only run slowly, just one or two steps at a time.

The prison tooth fell in front of his eyes, and he fell to the ground and knelt on the ground.

"Ah--"

He couldn't make himself laugh anymore, so he could only let the blood and worms mix and spit out of his mouth onto the ground.

The black smoke was as ethereal as his life. He no longer knelt but fell to the ground. His Hell Fangs slammed against the ground, and the teeth of his blades cracked and broke into tiny pieces in an instant.

"I know what you are thinking, but this is impossible. This poor guy is here to die. If you don't kill him, he will be devoured by the blood of the ox."

The lamb spread his hands and looked indifferently at the body being eaten by worms.

"I'm wondering if the [Demon's Blood], which is even more terrifying than Yin Yao's [Blood Activation], is already out of control. If so, there are too many things we need to destroy..."

“Although there is no need to feel any psychological burden, to be honest, if everyone gets this horrible blood enhancement and becomes a demon that can only kill… everything will be… very troublesome…”

The lamb closed its eyes and was half-displayed.

"If this is true... then... I don't know how this will end... I hope... Lu Zhongxing has..."

(End of this chapter)