Chapter 33: Yinshan Ghost King
There was lingering rain outside the window, and the main hall of the charity cemetery was silent.
But at this moment, the coffin that the Luoxingmen junior sister was leaning on suddenly moved.
Silently, as if someone was pushing the coffin, a crack appeared on the coffin lid.
Immediately afterwards, a skinny and withered hand stretched out from the gap.
The palms were dark blue , like a corpse that had been dried in the wind for a long time, and the nails were long and curved, emitting a faint cold blue light.
With five fingers spread out, he slowly grabbed the girl's neck.
The girl still knew nothing at this time. Her senior brother was only worried about the living, but he never thought that there would be a mystery in the coffin behind him. He actually had no idea about what was happening behind him.
Just as the woman's throat was about to be grabbed by that hand...
A silver light suddenly illuminated the void!
The sound of a dragon's roar rose up, and the vast murderous intent seemed to be able to drag people into the ancient battlefield in an instant.
The face of the senior brother from Luoxingmen changed. He never expected that the woman who had been holding the silver spear would suddenly make a move.
And this move was so cruel!
"Cang Long Ba Huang Dian Yun Gun!?"
He recognized it at a glance, but he didn't dare to take it head-on, nor could he take it, because when he realized the gunshot, the tip of the gun had already flashed past his cheek. He only had time to shout:
"Junior sister, be careful!"
When he shouted, he was telling his junior sister to be careful with the silver spear.
However, after shouting it out, I was dumbfounded.
Because at this time he had already seen the dry hand that was grabbing his junior sister. He was already shocked and anxious when he saw the silver spear, and now he was scared to death.
And the silver spear was already in front of him.
The target was naturally not his junior sister, but the arm with the dry palm.
With this attack, if the hand still insisted on grabbing someone, his arm would be pierced by the bullet, which was exactly the strategy of attacking Wei to save Zhao.
Sure enough, the hand made a prompt decision and instantly gave up its original action. With five fingers, it directly swept towards Yang Xiaoyun's bright silver gun.
No one knew where that hand came from, but its fingernails felt like gold and iron. The five fingers turned and actually touched the tip of Yang Xiaoyun's gun, causing a sound of metal clashing and sparks flying.
A palm, a silver spear, in this small space, three or five moves have been made in the blink of an eye.
The junior sister from Luoxingmen had already woken up at this moment.
Even if she is a seldom-seen gang, has little experience, and has no vigilance, if she is still not awake at this moment, then it is not a matter of lack of vigilance... her vigilance is basically negative.
However, although he woke up, he didn't dare to move at all.
The palm and the silver spear next to them clashed with each other, as fast as lightning, and the sharp edge was so powerful that if one was not careful, his life would be in danger.
But then I heard Yang Xiaoyun shout:
“Here!”
The silver spear in his hand rolled and spun straight towards the palm, but the five fingers of the palm were spread out, and the palm was empty. He had no time to change his moves and could only take it with his palm.
There was a "ding" sound, and the moment the tip of the gun touched the palm, a huge force spread out instantly.
The sister from Luoxingmen was the first to be hit, and was blown to the ground by the strong wind.
The coffin was pushed out nearly ten feet away from the spot, and blood was flowing down the middle of the palm, bright red and dazzling.
The bright silver spear was retracted at the touch of a button and quickly passed through Yang Xiaoyun's palm. She grabbed the gun tip and tucked it under her armpit. The gun body hung behind her, trembling continuously.
"First you acted like a ghost, then you plotted against someone... Your Excellency, isn't that a bit unmannerly?"
Yang Xiaoyun's voice was cold, and he pressed the handle of the gun to the ground to stop the shaking.
"What a great Canglong Bahuang Dianyun Spear! Little girl, you have practiced Kung Fu well."
A strange sound came from the coffin, and the hand retracted into the coffin, then rose into the air, turning over, with a whistling wind:
"I and the Iron Blood Escort Agency have nothing to do with each other. I didn't want to make things difficult for you. Otherwise, I would have let you die under the soul-devouring ghosts. But I didn't expect that this kid, who was still young, would dare to mess with me just because he had practiced somersaults for a few days.
"Now, even if Yang Yizhi comes in person, you will die."
As they were talking, the sound of ghosts crying suddenly became louder, coming from all directions as if everywhere.
At the same time, the coffin was whistling and coming to the front, and a hand stretched out from it, and it split into two, two into four, and four into four filling the sky!
In an instant, the sky was filled with ghost hands, covering the major acupoints on Yang Xiaoyun's body.
There are evil ghosts howling and crying in my ears, and ghost hands everywhere in front of me!
Yang Xiaoyun was not afraid at all, instead he laughed loudly:
"It turned out to be the [Mysterious Thousand Shadow Hands]. I was wondering who this expert was. It turned out to be the Ghost King of Yinshan. However, shouldn't you have died long ago?"
She held a silver spear in her hand, standing with her head held high. Seeing that the ghost hands were approaching her, she heard a dragon roar out of nowhere. Her true energy condensed and swirled around the silver spear in her hand. She swung it forward instead of retreating. The spear head was like a dragon's head, and with a flick of the dragon's head, it collided with the ghost hands in the sky.
"Ghost King of Yinshan?"
When the junior sister from Luoxing Gate heard such a name, a trace of fear flashed across her face. Although she had no idea who the Yinshan Ghost King was, she knew that with such a scary name, he must not be an ordinary person.
For a moment, his eyes were full of worry when he looked at Yang Xiaoyun, and he subconsciously turned to his senior brother for help.
But her senior brother was a little stunned.
The junior sister didn’t know who the Yinshan Ghost King was, but he knew it.
Yinshan Mountain stands in the southwest of Donghuang. It is shrouded in shadow all year round and filled with miasma, which is often said to be haunted.
Some experts even deliberately create mystery, practice weird martial arts, and call themselves "ghosts".
The Ghost King of Yinshan came from Yinshan Mountain. He claimed that he practiced the Ghost Gate Manual [Xuanming Sutra] and called himself the Ghost King of Yinshan Mountain.
The Xuanming Sutra contains all kinds of strange martial arts, which are vicious, cruel and unconventional.
It also has the ability to return to rest, making the body like a dead person.
This is also the reason why Su Mo and the others did not discover that the Yinshan Ghost King was hiding in the coffin.
However, since this person entered the underworld, he has used this as an excuse to do evil and is despised by the righteous.
However, ten years ago, he practiced martial arts by killing people in Chenjiazhuang, Xiling, and killed nearly a hundred ordinary people, which eventually angered the righteous underworld.
Eventually they joined forces to surround and kill this man.
But at this moment, why did he suddenly appear in this charity cemetery?
And the most important thing is, even if he is the Ghost King of Yinshan, his Luoxingmen has never had a grudge with this person.
Even if he had survived that year by chance, he shouldn't have brought misfortune upon them here.
Why did it seem from the words he just spoke that he came here specifically for his fellow brothers and sisters?
When he thought of this, he saw his junior sister looking at him anxiously. He nodded immediately, holding a few hidden weapons in his palms and ready to attack, while comforting his junior sister:
"Don't worry, Junior Sister. Look at her companions, they are calm and composed."
The junior sister was stunned, and looked at Su Mo who was sitting next to her leaning against the pillar, and couldn't help stamping her feet:
"You... your companions are fighting for their lives, how can you sit still? Do you... do you have a heart of iron?"
"???"
Su Mo looked at the girl in astonishment, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "I would like to take action, but if I do so now, the first person to hit me will be my companion... Can't you see that she is very happy right now?"
