Bone

Chapter 115

Above the sky, the fairy music of the orchestra is ethereal, and the colorful clouds and rays seen in the world are all the traces drawn by the sleeves of the immortals. The bright stars seen in the world are all the decorations on the cornices of the buildings. They are all in the same brilliance nearby, as if they can be picked up at hand.

Among the stars, a group of celestial maidens dressed in silky feathers and beautiful appearance looked worried, huddled together beside a deep well made of clouds, looking into it to see what happened on Jucang Mountain , Even if they all covered their lips with their sleeves, they couldn't hide the ups and downs of exclamation: "Oh! The wind messenger rushed over—"

"It's not good, he still saw the tobacco rod!"

"Oh my God! Even the Wind Envoy..."

"What should I do now..."

……

Not far away, only a few grains of stardust away, Di Tianjun rarely had that calm and steady posture. Instead, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he was wiping a few magic tools with his eyes downcast.

Lord Yan Luo, who was sitting by the side, looked quite at ease, propped his head and sighed: "Hey, it was another mistake, and the success was on the verge of failure. If I hadn't remembered the date, I would have thought it was the reappearance of the old days 67 years ago. "

A hundred years ago, evil spirits ravaged the world, and the world was invincible. Fortunately, there was a spirit descended from the sky, who was able to eradicate the evil spirits in a hundred years and restore the balance of the three worlds.

only……

Even he, Yan Luo and Tianjun, could not intervene in the fate of mortals. Originally, he only thought that Qin Nianjiu would be heartless and ruthless, not involved in cause and effect, and he would return to heaven and earth safely after the ghost disaster was settled. Who would have thought that he would move his mind at the last moment, Love breaks the way and turns into a demon, so that so many disasters and causes and effects are involved.

——It can only be said that God's will is unpredictable.

Seeing that the cause and effect of Qin Nianjiu who lives in the borderland is still unresolved, and the three realms will be difficult to balance again, he simply let him go back to life, intending to make him settle his grievances and fulfill his own destiny——

Unexpectedly, it is the same goal by different routes.

Feeling emotional in his heart, Lord Yan Luo leisurely looked at Di Tianjun who finished wiping the magic weapon and was busy arranging the spikes of the sword, and taunted him with raised eyebrows: "Oh, now you know you're in a hurry?"

I thought that Qin Nianjiu would be able to stick to his heart this time, only avenging grievances and not asking other things, so as not to fall into the devil again, but who knew——Di Tianjun pursed his lips again, as if displeased, after a while Without raising his eyes, he said stiffly: "At least, I won the bet."

After finishing speaking, he threw the long sword with the tassel in his hand to Master Yan Luo, picked up the magic weapon on the table, and stood up, "Let's go."

"It's so fast—it's still early." Lord Yan Luo didn't move, but rested his chin on the hilt of his sword, pulled his clothes and beckoned him to sit down, "What are you doing in such a hurry, wait and see, maybe What else is there to change?"

……

On the top of Jucang Mountain, there is no longer the white snow-covered green scene, but now there are only black and red colors everywhere, all of which are black mist and blood oozing from the towering monster that has increased from tens of feet to nearly a hundred feet. .

A thick cumulus-like black mist mixed with blood continuously gushes out from its body, overflowing into the distance, leaving only scorched traces where it flows, and tearing up the clouds to block out the sun, so that the surroundings are dark, like a dark night Descends; the scorching sea water that flows downwards boils, setting off waves of waves—

This scene is even more terrifying than that day 67 years ago!

All the clan members stared in amazement at the gigantic monster that was twisted and intertwined with half-rotten and incomplete limbs, and it was even difficult to see its top. There was a layer of redness, and the younger sect disciples were even more wary. An indescribable fear emerged from the bottom of their hearts, making their limbs immobile as if they had been filled with lead, and they couldn't even move. I can't even retreat if I want to.

"Wu..." Shocked too much, Ming Lang looked at the monster, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his voice seemed to be tightly choked, and he squeezed out from his throat, "Wutong...!"

Just now, the magic star designed to draw out their spiritual power and pour them into the phoenix tree... Although I don't know what his purpose is, the effect of the tree is still there. Perhaps only someone can reproduce the feat of Qin Feng back then ——Many of the elders present were witnesses of the disaster back then, and they couldn't be more clear about the origin of the sycamore tree, and they all saw the scene of the spiritual tree absorbing spiritual energy just now, but... but who would want it?

Who else would? !

For a moment of hesitation, the monster's millions of stumped limbs could not stop struggling, and every move could make a whistling wind. Half of the palm could only be waved downward, and the entire Yuntai collapsed in an instant. , the half-dead sycamore tree turned into fly ash, and with the wind and waves that were turned out, it ruthlessly hit everyone.

As the phoenix trees turned to ashes, countless stars-like spiritual lights escaped little by little, and all of them poured back into the bodies of the various sects, but Ye Zhenglan didn't feel relaxed at all, but seemed to be slapped fiercely by the wind and waves , the whole body was shocked, and there was a little hopelessness in his eyes: "No, Qin Xianzun... has lost his sanity!"

Only then did he see clearly that even Tan Xianzun sacrificed his life to save him, but was ruthlessly devoured by this monster...

In such a dangerous situation, no one has the guts to correct his address, and just exclaimed: "Wutong!——"

"not good!"

"I'm afraid that this demon star not only wants to destroy the sect, but also let the common people be buried with him!"

Amidst the mourning, only Elder Xinhui from You Yizong yelled angrily: "Still talking nonsense! Come and help!!"

There were veins all over his neck, and he was holding on to a thin but flexible barrier with several other elders, trying his best to envelop the black mist that was as thick as sticky ink.yes!The most important thing at the moment is to contain the demonic energy and not let it spread to the people's city-soon, several elders stepped over to offer their help, and more elders and sect disciples who were at a loss were like It was his roar that awakened his soul, and he launched an offensive as if he had just woken up from a dream. He sacrificed various spiritual weapons and spells one after another, and attacked the monster directly, and the sound of chanting formulas and incantations was endless.

In an instant, all kinds of phantom lights overflowed on Jucang Mountain, dividing the originally overwhelming black and red colors.

But only for a brief moment.All kinds of spiritual weapons penetrated the black mist, and as soon as they touched the monster's body, they were completely disintegrated, swallowed and merged into the river like a mud cow, and could not make any waves. It spontaneously ignited violently like cooking oil in a raging fire, but it burned out in a short while.

For a moment, flying ash and embers filled the sky, as if a creepy and ominous black rain had fallen.

Bathed in this black rain, the monster's body and limbs struggled violently, and millions of grieving ghosts raised their necks and cried out. The sound of chanting mantras and chanting Jue directly shakes the heart and lungs.

The sound wave came, and the few sects standing at the head were the first to bear the brunt. Although Yu Tian waved the spirit flag in time and summoned the Xuanwu Shougui to resist for everyone, everyone was still shocked by the sound wave and forced to fall On the ground, the viscera seemed to have shifted, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Demons can destroy the world. In front of it, spiritual weapons, talismans, and spells are like a tree being shaken by a mayfly, or a car being turned into a cart with the arms of a mantis... There is nothing to do!Zhu Tian raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the monster with tears in his eyes.Could it be that this world is going to be destroyed because of his one thought back then!

With the seriousness of the situation, he is not the only one who feels ashamed, and the elders are all the same, their lips tremble and their voices are hoarse: "This..."

"How can this be good..."

……

He didn't care to listen to the mournful voices in his ears, Ye Zhenglang almost broke his fingers, his thoughts were racing to think of countermeasures.Is it a battle, and instead of fighting with a sword?I'm afraid it will be futile to defeat the enemy; is it retreat, try to protect the peace of the people for the time being?I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time...

Slaughtering a million ghosts, turning a sword into a demon, a monster... a million grieving ghosts...

then……

A flash of light flashed in his mind, his eyes suddenly narrowed, he raised his hand and flailed out a spirit awakening art for summoning souls, and with a little starlight on the tip of his other finger, he touched his throat and grabbed hold of it tightly. When the sound retreated temporarily, he called out loudly: "Qin Nianjiu!—"

A cry, with the help of the power of Judgment, raised infinitely, like thunder piercing through the ears.

Hearing this call, the elders who were closer to him felt inexplicable at first, and then quickly reacted: Back then, Qin Xianzun raised his sword and killed himself, and he himself became the one millionth grieving ghost under his sword. The desires and desires of millions of resentful ghosts are gathered together, and there should be Qin Xianzun's soul in it. If they can call back his wits with the method of summoning souls... Qin Xianzun is used to being common people, maybe there are still untie!

One after another, a little bit of starlight lit up in the dark, awakening the soul, summoning the soul, and scaring the soul... The elders tried their best to sacrifice all the spells that could awaken the soul, and even Yu Tian gritted his teeth. Turning the spirit flag in his hand into a soul-calling flag, the trembling sound called out his real name: "Qin Nianjiu!!"

The voices of shouts were diluted in the bloody wind and black rain.

And what about the one who is called?

The only thing that filled his mind was scorching hot anger and hostility, constantly clamoring for bloodthirsty and slaughter... Qin Nianjiu couldn't think at all, his eyes and heart were full of chaos.

As if there were many barriers blocking him, it seemed that someone was calling him thousands of miles away... but he couldn't hear clearly.

……

In the chaos, there were countless hands, faces, and bodies pressing against him, and it seemed that they were all his hands, and every one of them was his face, with blood dripping from both pairs. It's all his eyes, which make the scene he sees fragmented, like a shattered mirror, each piece is a different picture.

In the ever-evolving picture, it seems that someone is wielding a spiritual weapon, someone is holding a long sword tremblingly, someone's face is distorted and collapsed, there are stars flying ashes, like black rain all over the sky... But there are more of them. Wan Yuangui's past and present lives, what he had seen and heard, were piles of piles and piles, until his consciousness was squeezed into a narrow gap, and he was suddenly crushed by the exhaustion that fell down like a mountain collapsed.

All thoughts, thoughts, and cognitions are invisible, and the only thought left in my heart is——

……tired.

... so tired.

Everything in the world is out of his control. Whenever what he wants comes to nothing, even his own destiny is difficult to hold in his own hands...

——It's really tiring.

All kinds of chaotic pictures kept flickering in front of his eyes, and he could no longer feel his own existence. Only the heavy exhaustion bit by bit ate away at his mind, which made him unable to hold on any longer, and slowly closed his eyes in an incomparably empty space. His eyes were plunged into a void of darkness.

In the darkness, all disturbances seemed to disappear, and the vastness and tranquility seemed to be relieved.

But the silence was only for a moment.

In a blink of an eye, the exhaustion in my heart turned into deep hatred——

Qin Nianjiu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of violence after being infected by resentment, burning with anger and hatred.

The world is not benevolent, people's hearts are despicable...

Then slaughter all of these, and return it to a clean place!

As if sensing his intentions, the bubbling black mist that was originally hot like a wave of fire no longer pushed him, but instead melted into a lukewarm ocean, gently rolling in, enveloping him in it, about to assimilate him ——

Suddenly, there was a blue shadow pushing aside the anger and pain overflowing around him, pushing aside the boundless darkness that was about to merge with him, and brushed past the lake of his heart that was boiling endlessly.

Someone clasped his wrist tightly.

In his ears, there was an all-too-familiar voice calling him with difficulty: "...Qin Nian...for a long time!——"

... He fell into a demon twice because of a single thought. I don't know if he can wake up with a single thought?

There were endless buzzing in her ears, and Tan Fengyue was also deeply trapped in a lingering hostility, and also endured the entanglement of all kinds of demonized stumps. The only thing I could see was endless darkness, and the back seemed to be There is still thunder and lightning raging, and the bursts of cracking pain are heartburning.

But he was extraordinarily calm - it seemed that he had never been so sober as at this moment.

If breathing hurts, give up breathing.If the hands and feet are heavy, then this body will be abandoned.I can't see things in front of my eyes... I can find where that person's heart is by feeling!

Relying on a bit of persistence, he struggled to break free from the black mist stump that was wrapped in layers and kept pulling him, stretched out his hand into the nightmare-like darkness ahead, and grasped a cold wrist with difficulty but firmly, "……Got you."

When he met the man's blankly looking eyes, he held on tightly, still curling the corners of his mouth a little, "Wake up, wake up—"

Just two words, weak and erratic, like breath sounds, but he has used up all his last strength.Tan Fengyue couldn't hold on any longer, a string seemed to break in her mind, and her consciousness sank infinitely, falling into the boundless nothingness.

……

The demon energy trapped on the top of Jucang Mountain was getting stronger and stronger. Elder Xinhui tried his best to maintain the enchantment that had begun to tremble slightly. He turned his head abruptly and asked Zhu Tian and the others who were doing the soul-calling method loudly: "How do you do it?" Already?!"

Suddenly, the sound of evoking souls that they kept chanting suddenly stopped, and some people exclaimed: "Look quickly!"

All the clansmen raised their eyes together, only to see that the sound of ghostly cries and screams from the gigantic monster suddenly stopped, and the frightening limbs that had been twisting and writhing also froze, as if they had been frozen out of thin air. The black mist also condensed, and even the wind seemed to be stuck in the air together.

As if two completely different auras were colliding and repelling each other, a soft blue shadow suddenly exploded from the monster's body, sweeping across the air and knocking down more than ten feet of trees.

The situation changed suddenly, no one cared about the shaken figure, they just fixed their eyes on the monster, fearing that it would suddenly attack again, but Ye Zhenglan flew over in fear, protected him and fell into a coma Talk about Xianzun.

One exhale, one inhale, one breath, and in the blink of an eye, the wind began to howl again.

Everyone almost broke the hilt of the sword in their hands, and looked up at the monster with bated breath, only to be surprised to see that its stumped limbs began to peel off from the heights with dirty blood, and fell into the clouds and merged into the black mist.

Gradually, a white-clothed human figure came out of it, floating in midair.

Stained blood slid all over his body, but he didn't even look at it, just dazedly, stiffly, raised his hand to grab a handful in the wind.

Those were a few scraps of confetti that hadn't been completely burnt out, with a little bit of flame that could not be extinguished, fluttering chaotically with the wind, like tiny fireflies fluttering with the wind.

A piece of half-burned embers landed in the palm of his hand, flipping gently, the light was weak, looking down, it really looked like that day... the "summer" that the ancestor gave him with illusion.

Seeing the face of that person in mid-air, the shouting clan member unconsciously raised his voice a little, and turned from surprise to joy: "The method of awakening the soul and awakening the gods is feasible, it is Qin Xianzun!"

Seeing that Qin Nianjiu had faded back to his original form, all the clan members let out a long breath, "It's Qin Xianzun!"

"Qin Xianzun is awake!"

"Qin Xianzun!..."

In this way, there will be a solution, as long as you stabilize him for the time being, and then——

Suddenly, the white-clothed man in mid-air looked over from a distance, and his two gazes coldly swept over Ye Zhenglan, whose face was still in shock, and the green-clothed man who was protected by him behind him, and then walked past all the sects.

Shocked by his icy cold gaze, Elder Xinhui suddenly realized something was wrong, "...No, the devilish energy is still there, hasn't it diminished at all?!"

Accompanied by his words, Qin Nianjiu raised his eyes slightly, a black mist suddenly exploded from behind him, swept into the crowd with lightning speed, and wrapped around Elder Zhanke's right arm like a swimming snake .

Caught off guard by his sudden action, Zhan Ke looked at him in astonishment, and subconsciously touched his lips: "... Qin Xianzun?"

——Don't you think it's ridiculous? When he was still Qin Xianzun, everyone scolded him for being a monster and pressing him every step of the way. Now that he really became a monster, they began to expect him to be "Qin Xianzun".

In mid-air, Qin Nianjiu lowered his eyes again.

Let him lower his eyes, only to hear a "chi", the black mist wrapped around Elder Zhanke's arm blinked and closed, and with a ruthless twist, his arm was cruelly divided into inch by inch, and each piece fell to the ground.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and after a while, a scream pierced their ear holes like a sharp knife, and warm blood burst out.

Blood pooled, the half of the palm that fell on the ground lost its strength and let go, and a silver cigarette rod slipped from it and rolled into the black mist.