Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 86: Obtaining the Pill (Part 1)
The almost windless air is like a transparent stream of water. When people travel at high speed, the strong wind sounds like thunder in their ears.
Wang Chen's heart was as calm as a lake at this moment.
It was like strolling in the garden, and it was natural for him to take the inner elixir stored in the corpse cultivator's body.
From the moment he stepped into the sky, the only thing in his field of vision was the figure sitting cross-legged a thousand feet away.
Yu Guangzhong, the ruined city wall,
The once magnificent buildings, the half-collapsed high-rise buildings, the uneven deep pits,
The lifeless dead trees, the palace filled with the smell of decay, and countless lifeless scenes were rapidly receding and finally disappeared from sight.
Then he saw the vaguely reminiscent palace of the past, the countless fist marks and sword scars, the numerous densely packed cracks, and the ancient stone pillars of varying heights with carvings of dragons and phoenixes that had remained straight for tens of millions of years but were broken in places.
In just a few breaths, it was as if he experienced the birth and fall of the dynasty called Teng in his eyes.
Under the moonlight, the constantly rotating inner elixir slowly floated into the corpse cultivator's dry mouth.
It swallowed it in one gulp, and then the dark green corpse gas rippled like water, and the thin figure slowly stood up.
The night wind blew its tattered clothes, and its long dry hair and countless strips of cloth danced in the air, looking inexplicably desolate.
The corpse cultivator slowly turned his head and stared at Wang Chen who was approaching rapidly without any surprise. On his pale face without a trace of blood, a flash of red light flashed in his eyes.
The straight and dry figure quickly enlarged in Wang Chen's eyes.
The Six Paths Sword made a buzzing sound in his hand.
With a slight bend of his wrist, the sword was like a crescent moon in the sky, drawing a mysterious arc and suddenly slashing down.
With the momentum of flying through the air, the sword energy entangled with the six swords cut through the air and merged together, making a buzzing sound.
The golden sword energy illuminated the expressionless face of the corpse cultivator. It bent slightly, like a thin spring. Its dry hands were covered by two balls of green cold fire. White jade-like nails suddenly popped out from its fingertips and grabbed fiercely!
Bang !
Two extremely powerful forces collided in the air, and a huge spark that was half gold and half green burst out.
The sword energy and the cold fire broke apart at the moment of collision.
The remaining sparks streaked across the sky and fell in varying degrees, but for a moment they illuminated the faces of Wang Chen and the corpse cultivator at the same time. Neither the man nor the corpse had any expression on their faces, and they suddenly separated in opposite directions in an instant.
Bang!
The glazed tile roof was shattered, and the corpse cultivator was like being knocked away by a giant beast. His body was immersed in the ink-like darkness in the palace city, and there were three consecutive loud bangs.
The side hall that was barely surviving seemed to be unaware that a large hole had appeared on its roof. Bricks and tiles slid down slowly in circles like dominoes, and finally collapsed with a loud bang.
The sound of footsteps passed through the rising dust, and Wang Chen's figure had disappeared into the darkness of the palace city.
There was actually light in the hall, and the dark miasma surrounding it was like a curtain pulled up by a greedy person, unwilling to share even a glimmer of light with others.
The remaining straight and neat dragon pillars and the hall reflecting pure gold tell of the former magnificence of the Teng Kingdom.
The corpse cultivator was unharmed, sitting on a dilapidated dragon throne in the middle of the hall. Next to the dragon throne was a perpetual lamp, which was now contaminated by the strong corpse aura and emitted a faint green light.
"Fellow Daoist." The corpse cultivator actually spoke, his voice was shrill and unpleasant.
"There aren't many conflicts between , so why would we fight to the death? As long as you leave this palace, we can each cultivate ourselves and live in peace. Isn't it good?"
Its pale skin covered a body of bones. Even though it looked strange and ferocious, Wang Chen still saw a sense of contentment in its expression.
"Okay." Wang Chen turned and left without saying a word.
Almost at the moment Wang Chen turned around, the corpse cultivator appeared behind him like a ghost, and a pale sharp claw reached out silently.
Like most corpse kings, before becoming a corpse immortal, the corpse cultivator cannot leave the place where he turned into a corpse. Otherwise, the farther away he is, the weaker his corpse qi will become, and he may even die.
During these three years, it watched Wang Chen grow from an ant at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, who couldn't even withstand a single claw from him, to someone who could threaten it, and it was extremely anxious.
During this time, it took advantage of the opportunity when Wang Chen was practicing killing zombies in the city wall and was slightly close to the palace, and it plotted against Wang Chen countless times. However, the cultivator in front of it seemed to have an extremely sharp intuition, which made all its plots come to nothing.
Now that the prey has fallen into his trap, how could he let it go?
With a flick of his wrist, the six swords flipped up with golden light and headed towards the ghost claw that was powerful enough to cut gold and jade.
Over the past three years, Wang Chen's progress in sword skills was fully demonstrated in this effortless sword move.
Ding.
The crisp sound echoed in the stone chamber.
Just like a stone falling into a calm lake, the slight sound shattered the illusion of the palace.
A dark green storm blew up, covering the hall and bringing with it a pungent stench.
There seemed to be a terrible poison in the wind, as if it was trying to penetrate into Wang Chen's body through every pore.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The surging and powerful true energy exploded between the sword tip and the sharp claws.
The man and the corpse fought each other in life-and-death combat without saying a word.
Every strike would bring about a fleeting spark, like lightning that cuts through the darkness of the palace.
The sword energy that collided and collapsed flew in all directions, leaving deep marks on the hard gold and stone with a puffing sound.
The corpse cultivator had a ferocious look on his face, but with every attack, he had to take a step back, and every step left a deep footprint on the pure gold floor.
"Impossible! Even if you have the power to destroy demons, you can't ignore the miasma and corpse poison here!" The corpse cultivator screamed.
This is the place where it practices cultivation. Corpse poison and miasma have been accumulated here for who knows tens of millions of years. Even if someone is a foundation-building cultivator who specializes in the art of exterminating demons, as long as he dares to step into this palace, he is absolutely sure that the other party will die.
He happened to meet such a cultivator, who inherited the true secret of restraining evil things. He was not afraid of miasma at all and was still calm even in the face of his own ten thousand year old corpse poison.
"Actually, I'm just holding on. I'm already poisoned and can't hold on for much longer." Wang Chen looked calm, then swung his sword fiercely.
Ding!
The brilliant sparks flashed and disappeared in a flash, and the corpse cultivator took another step back in embarrassment.
"You must have a secret, but no matter what it is, you will die here today! " The corpse cultivator screamed, his hair fluttering like dead grass, and his eyes suddenly turned dark, looking extremely weird.
It grabbed fiercely, swinging away the six swords, and quickly closed and separated its hands, revealing a bone sword as crystal clear as jade in its hands.
"rise!"
The cold and shrill voice actually brought up a dense array of strange noises.
Woo woo woo, the sound of ghosts crying rose up and echoed in the empty palace city. Countless green vengeful spirits flew out from the bone sword and rushed down like an overwhelming force, turning this place into a ghost prison.
The sword seal was emitting golden light behind him, and Wang Chen was pinching some magic formula in his hands.
A rich golden light lit up and turned into a light shield that blocked countless vengeful spirits, allowing the vengeful spirits to pounce on the light shield formed by dense sword energy.
The art of wielding swords, the art of mastering a hundred techniques!
The Six Paths Sword is a demon-destroying force. Once the evil spirits come into contact with it, they will be burned and emit a puff of green smoke. However, these evil spirits did not die. Instead, they hit the shield even more frantically. In an instant, they were like ants rushing towards honey, wrapping Wang Chen in it.
"Die!" The corpse cultivator grinned fiercely, following like a shadow, and slashed down with a sword carrying a raging green flame.
boom!
At this moment, the light shield formed by the Sword Control Technique exploded and turned into golden flames that scattered all over the sky.
Before the corpse cultivator could swing his sword and had no time to dodge, he was possessed by a large amount of golden flames and let out a shrill scream.
The vengeful spirits swooping down were sprinkled by the nemesis-like golden flames, wailing miserably and turning into streams of green smoke in the air.
A foul odor began to permeate the air.
"You actually destroyed my cultivation! You deserve to die!" The corpse cultivator looked rather miserable. Half of his face was actually burned off by the golden flame, revealing his white bones, which looked extremely horrifying.
"All the ghost energy belongs to me!"
"Evil ghost body!" He raised the bone sword high, and the vengeful spirit wandering in the mausoleum pounced on him, and the eerie ghost energy transformed into pitch-black clothes that wrapped him.
His long hair was flying, and his body was covered in a layer of faint green light. Two sharp fangs suddenly appeared from his mouth, and his momentum rose rapidly.
Wang Chen was a little surprised. He felt like he was fighting with a powerful cultivator.
From the evil ghost that was released just now to the current evil ghost body.
The corpse cultivator obviously possessed a tradition. This strange existence had already surpassed the Corpse King.
