Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 16: Using the Spear of the Other
Besides the sound of the wind, there was also the sound he least wanted to hear, the sound of dry joints twisting. It was so dense that it sounded like countless wooden chairs that were about to break.
In the dim green light, a group of figures of different heights were twisting their bodies in strange ways. The sound of footsteps continued, and it was unknown how many corpses were coming towards this side.
In front of him, an indeterminate number of corpses were wandering around. Startled by his footsteps, they turned around stiffly, with two green lights appearing in their eyes.
It was as if he had accidentally awakened the slumber of this group of dead people.
The steep ice wall and the corpses surrounding him. Wang Chen looked up at the sky. In his limited field of vision, large snowflakes continued to fall, and it was pitch black outside his sight.
"A turtle in a jar..."
For some reason, he remembered the technique of flying in the air that the cultivators used to come and go freely.
"If I could fly a sword now, I could go up there."
He didn't want to die yet, he wanted to break the void, and he was still a virgin...
With a slight pull of his shoulders, the heavy bag fell to the ground.
With a whirring sound of wind, the fox fur cloak was torn off by him and thrown aside.
The corpse puppet gradually approached slowly, just enough time for him to rotate his shoulders and move his shoulder joints twice. He also tilted his head left and right, making two clucking sounds as the joints were lubricated.
He took two deep breaths, the cool feeling reaching the deepest part of his lungs, and then he bent down slightly.
The eyes suddenly reflected various colors of light. In addition to the dim light in the eyes of the corpse puppet in front of him, various auras would also be revealed at the moment of casting the spell.
Suddenly, several hovering flying swords drew a few clumsy traces in the air and flew over.
He didn't move, as if he wasn't aware of the slight chill coming from the faint sword energy behind him.
Boom boom boom!
The flying sword landed where Wang Chen was standing and exploded with a loud bang. Ice cubes splashed everywhere, and countless ice crystals and dust covered the entire area with a layer of ice mist.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot and rushed towards a group of zombies at an extremely agile speed.
He held the cold and slightly heavy scimitar in his hand. This ordinary iron could not hurt the corpse puppet at all, but holding the weapon was a habit he had acquired over the years. Only in this way could he feel at ease.
The ice was very slippery and he had to be very careful not to lose his balance. But so what? A qualified hunter would not give up hunting just because the ice was slippery.
What's more, this slippery ice surface is more conducive to performing moves that are usually difficult to perform!
Two corpse puppets walked towards me blankly, and their empty eyes clearly conveyed the feeling of being firmly locked.
Then, two lights, one red and one yellow, appeared in the hands of the two corpse puppets.
The red energy instantly transformed into a bright red skull, which blasted out with a loud bang.
Wang Chen did not slow down at all. He turned his head suddenly and the skeleton flew past his eyes, scratching his face with a burning pain. A few strands of his raised hair were touched by the skeleton and bounced back instantly, then broke into pieces in the air.
He could even see the shocking red air flow rapidly through it.
The bright red skeleton hit the other corpse puppet that was about to approach, and instantly knocked him away, breaking his body into two pieces.
Retracting his gaze, Wang Chen lowered his body, and a fist with the golden Buddhist swastika wrapped around it flew past with a fierce sound of wind.
Behind him, three flying swords came flying over with a buzzing sound.
boom!
boom!
Boom! Three consecutive strikes hit the spot where he was standing, raising a large amount of ice dust and ice fragments. The last falling sword slashed the corpse puppet that punched, cutting its body into two parts.
The dense and heavy footsteps of the corpse puppets, the sound of flying swords, and the whistling of magic spells echoed in my ears like bursts of thunder.
The mist containing crushed ice was inhaled into his mouth, bringing waves of coolness, calming the hot blood in his body and making him as calm as ice.
In the jungle, Wang Chen encountered a pack of wolves. He was so angry that he was bloodthirsty, but was ambushed by the leader of the wolves and a piece of meat was torn off his back.
The second time the wolf leader tried the same trick again, he cut its throat.
However, the huge wound on his back constantly reminded him that he needed to be sober and calm enough in every battle.
The friction of the ice surface, the protruding rocks, the position of each corpse puppet and the patterns of action driven by their limited intelligence, and even the intervals between casting spells, all appeared clearly in his mind.
Even the deep pits and holes left by flying swords and fist marks that might hinder movement were spinning at high speed in his mind.
Boom!
A dull explosion sounded from inside the rotten skeleton of a corpse puppet. He was blown up by the magic spell of another dead man, and his broken bones flew out like steel nails.
Wang Chen lowered his body to avoid the broken bones.
He passed by a tall corpse puppet like a ghost, suddenly raised his foot, and kicked the corpse puppet's calf.
His movements were extremely fast, like lightning. The clean, sharp kick instantly caused the corpse to lose balance and fall on its back.
This is a corpse puppet with the magical power of strong wind. It is a rare wind-type cultivator. It has made him lose balance many times and is the most dangerous.
Boom! A flying sword came flying, and the sword energy exploded, cutting off its head, and it bounced twice on the ice like an ice ball.
Like puppets, the corpse puppets were controlled by a nimble and flexible shadow, killing each other madly, and their numbers were decreasing.
In the end, only two corpses were left, still instinctively following the ghostly shadow.
Panting, Wang Chen slowed down, then stood still. The icy mist stuck to his body and was melted by his own temperature, making him soaked all over. His hair hung down as if it had been rained on, with a few strands blocking his eyes, but he did not try to move.
The only two remaining corpses walked towards him from the opposite direction. The countless broken and dried fragments around them did not make them feel any fear. They were like machines that only knew how to kill.
Buzz!
The two corpse puppets drew their swords almost at the same time, and the flying swords circled and flew out, hitting each other at the same time.
As if being hit by a running beast, the two corpse puppets flew out at the same time, and the places where they were stabbed by the swords broke into pieces in the air.
"闶阆."
The two flying swords fell to the ground without control and slid a long distance on the ice. Then there was the sound of heavy bodies falling and broken bones scattering.
The entire canyon became silent.
All that was left was Wang Chen's heavy breathing, and the breath that came out of his nostrils but instantly turned into icy mist.
Xiaoyao opened her eyes wide and opened her mouth.
These corpse puppets are not wild beasts. They still have the magical powers they had when they were alive. Even if they have lost all their intelligence, how could more than twenty corpse puppets turn into dry bones in such a short period of time?
Trying his best to calm his breathing, Wang Chen first walked to the rock wall, picked up the snow-white fox fur and wrapped it around himself, then picked up a flying sword beside him.
He originally thought that the flying sword used by the corpse puppet should be a magical weapon, so it could smash the body as hard as steel. Later, when he picked up a few flying swords, he found that they were rusty had lost their spirituality. They were not as good as the fine iron scimitar in his hand. It seems that the key to the power of the flying sword lies in the refining of Qi.
Throwing away the rusty flying sword and squatting in the midst of broken bones to continue cleaning the battlefield has become a habit for hunters.
Harvest...nothing.
These corpse puppets have been exposed to the outside all year round, their clothes are ragged and weathered, and their weapons are rusty. They are simply refugees among zombies!
"This opportunity is too good to be true." Wang Chen was a little angry, feeling that his efforts were not proportional to his income.
But when his eyes suddenly swept over a dry skeleton, he was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly and took two steps forward excitedly.
A pitch-black ring with densely carved patterns on it.
"Storage ring?" Xiaoyao also recognized that thing.
The storage ring is a great invention in the world of cultivation, and it is also something that Wang Chen has coveted for a long time. In fact, the biggest inconvenience brought to Wang Chen during this period of long journey is that he has to carry a heavy bag all the time.
Every time this happened, he would always think of the legend, where cultivators had a storage ring that could create a small space in which they could store items, making it extremely convenient to carry.
You should know that storage rings are very valuable, and most sects will not issue them to ordinary disciples.
Most of the time, one has to reach a certain level of cultivation before the sect will distribute one, and this must be from a larger sect. If it is a small sect, it can only distribute lower-grade storage bags, which are quite inconvenient to use.
Moreover, as a space for cultivators to store objects, how could there be nothing in the storage ring?
"But how do I open this thing?" Wang Chen rubbed the storage ring repeatedly, but there was no response.
"Let me do it." Xiaoyao didn't wait for Wang Chen to speak, and suddenly reached into the ring and took something out.
"I didn't expect you to have this skill." Wang Chen was a little surprised. The storage ring was a small space in itself. Even if it was a spirit, how could it freely shuttle between two spaces? This little guy was really special.
After thinking about it, since the storage ring is something that only cultivators can use, it is most likely closely related to true power, so he probed out the gray breath and tried it, and sure enough, he took out a white jade bottle, and put it back into the ring without making a sound.
After a while, Wang Chen sat cross-legged and looked at the large number of items that Xiaoyao in front of him took out from the storage ring and fell into deep thought.
These dozens of cultivators who turned into corpses after death were actually divided into dozens of sects. There were more than twenty copies of manuals and jade slips alone, including those of Taoism, Buddhism, the Demonic Sect, and unknown small sects. Other elixirs, foods, runes, spirit stones, and unknown magic weapons were piled up in a huge pile.
On the side, several storage rings and storage bags were stacked together, which was very eye-catching.
Although these cultivators' cultivation bases were not high, the items they carried were also ordinary, and not everyone carried jade slips of spell codes, but for Wang Chen who had nothing, they were like timely help.
"This is a small opportunity, but the harvest is so rich?"
Apart from anything else, the secret manual of magic formulas alone was already his greatest gain.
"Could this thing be a spirit stone? Reaching out and picking up a milky white, translucent stone, Wang Chen deduced that this thing was the spirit stone, the currency of the cultivation world."
But he didn't know that when he held the spirit stone just now, a gray aura in his body suddenly became restless, and the spiritual power in it was slowly devoured by the gray aura and drawn into his body.
The sudden change almost made Wang Chen drop the spirit stone.
When he looked again, he found that the light of the spiritual stone had dissipated and it turned into an ordinary translucent stone.
Without having time to feel sad about the loss of all spiritual power in the spirit stone, Wang Chen felt it carefully and, not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, he actually felt a slight increase in the aura in his body.
"Is there such an operation?"
He was a little doubtful. After all, he didn't know the cultivators' methods of practice. He just felt that if spirit stones could be swallowed at will, wouldn't it mean that whoever had more spirit stones would be stronger?
However, he has not yet started practicing, and there are still many things he needs to explore, so there is no need to rush.
Wang Chen took out a storage ring, put all the skills in it, then took out another ring and classified the items in it and stacked them up.
These storage rings are all the most basic rings with limited space. The largest one is about the size of a wardrobe. Finally, they are classified and stacked up. Spiritual medicine is put in one ring, unknown things are put in one ring, spiritual stones are put in two rings, and food is put in several storage bags.
He was extremely satisfied with the gains of this trip, but Wang Chen was not prepared to continue staying in this cold and gloomy canyon.
This place can give birth to corpse puppets and the negative energy is overwhelming. God knows if there are any special dangers.
It was impossible to go back the same way. He knew that he could not deal with the woman in white in the cave.
After some exploration, he actually found a shallow cave at the bottom of the canyon. The temperature was quite high, and there was even a hot spring with a sulfur smell. He was extremely surprised by this discovery.
There was a blizzard raging outside the canyon, and demons and ferocious beasts were roaming around, but he just happened to have some dry food.
What was even more coincidental was that there were a lot of emergency foods in the storage ring that the cultivators had stored while traveling around the world.
A natural hot spring.
There is obviously no doubt about which choice to make.
Where else in the world can you find such a good place?
"What's this?"
Wang Chen, who was feeling somewhat happy, picked up a dark green bead. There were also some broken bones of a corpse puppet here. It was thought that they were the things that rolled here after the corpse puppet was crushed.
The object was green in color but not transparent, with a faint fishy smell. It felt cold and gloomy to the touch, and was quite heavy.
"Corpse Pill!" Xiao Yao floated over and took a look, inexplicably surprised. "It is impossible for ordinary corpses to condense Corpse Pills. Only zombies with the qualifications of the king among corpses can produce them. They are extremely precious!"
"Look at the corpse pill and see if there are several layers of faint patterns around it. Those patterns are called spiritual patterns. One layer of spiritual patterns can be called a treasure. This corpse pill is a treasure with at least three patterns! You are so lucky." Xiaoyao looked more excited than if he had picked up money.
"What's the use of this thing?" Wang Chen was stunned. He frowned and looked at the corpse pill carefully. He saw that there were indeed three mysterious patterns wrapped around it. It looked quite similar to the patterns wrapped around him on the road to heaven, but it was much simpler, just like a stick drawing.
"It has many uses. To put it simply, it can be of great help in assisting in the practice of magic skills. In addition, it can be used to refine the world's most unique poisons." Xiaoyao thought for a while and said.
"They are all for evil purposes. Do I, a righteous person, need such things?" Wang Chen didn't take it seriously and put it directly into the storage ring, then walked into the cave.
On a cold winter day with a snowstorm, is there anything more relaxing than a dip in a hot spring?
When Xiaoyao heard Wang Chen say that he was righteous, she was about to continue explaining how precious the corpse pill was, but her words were choked back. She looked sullen and watched Wang Chen's back with a meaningful look, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.
"Don't come in." Wang Chen didn't even turn his head.
Xiaoyao was furious: "Why should I go in and see your righteousness that is so eye-catching?!"
"Thinking back to the time when you were injured by the bear, for a whole year, after you had mastered your sword skills, you went looking for revenge every day on the bear that almost killed you, and finally slashed it five times at the same spot on its body. Do you think you have a strong desire for revenge?"
"Xiaofang at the east end of the village and Chunmei at the west end have been whining every day since you rejected them, but you ignored them and even said that rejection is the fate of a beautiful man. Are you shameless?"
"And every New Year, you cook a table full of food, but then you say you have no appetite and run to the top of a tree to look at the stars, leaving me and you to suffer the cold. The sky is pitch black with a thread of stars?!"
"You are still so righteous!"
"Haha. Did I say that?" Wang Chen didn't care and jumped into the hot spring pool with a splash.
It has been about half a year since we traveled north. When I heard Xiaoyao talking about Huangpo Village, I really missed it.
The cold snowflakes continued to fall from the dark sky, and were blown away by the cold wind. A few of them slowly drifted into the layers of unknown canyons, and gradually piled up into a white ground.
A comfortable sigh was heard, but was drowned out by the whistling sound of wind and snow.
The biting cold outside the cave and the warm mist inside the cave divide the two worlds.
