Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 87: Taking the Pill (Part 2)
Three years ago, Wang Chen was only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, and the Corpse Cultivator was someone he could never match.
If possible, after the corpse cultivator killed him, he would not even be interested in this kind of flesh and blood with low cultivation.
Time will quietly change some things. If the small accumulation every day is added with quantity, it will become very powerful.
Just like Wang Chen at this moment, even facing this powerful and strange existence in front of him, he did not feel any panic in his heart.
From the moment he took off into the sky, he never thought that he would lose.
I am even more convinced of this at this moment.
He knew very well that corpse cultivators were at their strongest in the corpse transformation land, but if they were not afraid of corpse poison, the inheritance would restrain them...
If you still cannot defeat your opponent despite having all these advantages, you might as well buy a piece of tofu and kill yourself.
The dry hair stood on end, and the corpse cultivator was howling madly, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, like an unwilling wolf.
The crystal-like white bone sword raised a sword energy with a faint green flame and fell down with a bang.
The biting cold wind blew in his face, and Wang Chen just looked up without blinking.
His eyes reflected the icy cold yet raging sea of fire. His feet sank slightly and his originally straight body arched slightly.
He held the sword in his right hand, pointed it at the ground naturally, and then took a step forward.
Boom! As the footsteps sounded, the six swords were already slashing out.
An extremely concentrated sword energy flashed by like a wisp of golden thread hanging in the night sky.
There was no gorgeous light. Under the strange green flame that was fiercely suppressed by the cold wind, that ray of golden light became the brightest light in this dark sky.
boom!
The corpse cultivator's furious sword was crushed without any suspense. The sword energy exploded in the air, and the ruined palace showed signs of being unable to withstand it, and it shook continuously.
The huge rocks cracked and sand flowed down.
Puff! At this moment, all the lights in the halls went out at the same time, and the corpse cultivators lurked in the dark like ghosts, with deep resentment flashing in their eyes.
A strong wind suddenly arose, and the entire Golden Palace was filled with the smell of corpses.
"die!"
The tip of the sword flashed with a dark light, like a black lotus, and the corpse cultivator shouted loudly.
Whoosh! Like a whale sucking water, the thick corpse qi in the entire hall condensed and compressed like a swimming dragon, turning into a fatal stab towards Wang Chen.
This stab has been brewing for too long!
The sharp corpse gas was spinning rapidly, forming a spiral, making a violent whistling sound.
Boom! Wang Chen took another step forward, and his foot sank into the smooth golden floor tiles. The six swords flashed with golden light, and golden blood seemed to flow in the Sanskrit.
The entangled and swirling sword energy whistled like a hurricane, and ripples appeared on the sword body like water waves.
Above the hall, on the ground and around it, countless free sword energies were like lightning and weary birds returning to their nests, condensing on the sword bodies. Then, six sword energies, each weighing a thousand pounds, were swung away at an extremely fast speed.
The sword energy condensed into the outline of the main sword of humanity, stretching across the hall and bursting out with a bang!
Sound~The two energies were too concentrated, and instead of the big explosion as imagined, a piercing scream occurred, which was deafening.
The black mist was rising, and the strong smell of corpse was instantly purified by the sharp and upright sword energy.
The golden sword light submerged the corpse cultivator like a tide.
His body was like willow catkins in the wind, being cut thousands of times in an instant. His tattered clothes and armor were instantly turned into powder. The huge impact force knocked him away, smashed the dragon throne into pieces, and finally sank deeply into the thick stone wall of the palace.
Holding the Six Paths Sword, Wang Chen walked over.
The corpse cultivator opened his scarlet eyes and watched Wang Chen getting closer and closer, with dark corpse fluid flowing.
"Impossible..." He stared at Wang Chen, his eyes full of resentment.
Just less than an incense stick of time ago, he was watching Wang Chen getting closer and closer, with a hint of joy and disbelief in his heart, but now everything has changed.
A flash of sword light appeared, and the immobile body was separated from its head.
Without the resistance of the corpse qi, the demon-killing true power turned into golden dark fire on the tarsal bones, slowly melting the corpse.
Apart from the tattered cloth, the first thing that remained was a hexagonal mark, which seemed to have been swallowed by the corpse cultivator and hidden in his stomach. A rising flame totem was carved on the mark, and it felt slightly heavy in the hand.
Unknown opportunity, exploration range: extreme, exploration progress 15. A line of text emerged.
The exploration range is extremely... Wang Chen was speechless.
The meaning of this sentence can be understood as follows: "You may not know what this is used for until you die."
"This should be something from the ancient cultivation world."
But he felt that this flame was not simple and had a special charm. However, he was not a fire cultivator and could not comprehend it.
Put the mark into the storage ring,
Wang Chen's gaze fell on the inner elixir that was as big as a fist and as bright white as the moon.
The fragrance had been spreading for a long time, as if it had purified the miasma and corpse poison in the hall.
It is really ironic that such a strange zombie has such a strange fragrance in its body.
He stretched out his hand and the inner elixir fell into his hand.
Seven light golden spiritual patterns with mysterious designs cling to the body of the pill.
Although spiritual objects with seven spiritual patterns are rare for high-level cultivators, they cannot be called rare treasures.
However, corpse cultivators are extremely rare. Even if they succeed in transforming into corpses, they can easily fall under the swords of major cultivators. Therefore, there are even fewer corpse cultivators who have achieved success in their cultivation.
What's more, the corpse cultivator in front of him cannot choose to hunt cultivators to devour their vitality to improve his cultivation. His cultivation can only be improved by absorbing and exhaling the extremely difficult to accumulate moonlight day after day for thousands of years, and his inner elixir is extremely pure.
Therefore, the value of this inner elixir is even comparable to the rare treasures with nine spiritual patterns.
The refreshing fragrance and the cold touch left Wang Chen a little stunned.
Even though he often talked about breaking the void, he probably never thought that one day he would have enough power to kill such a strange corpse cultivator.
He thought of Murong Xumu.
"Vanity is really strong." Wang Chen sighed. Even his current self is far inferior to it.
My current strength should be at the same level as the Mad Monk when the great battle between young men took place in the Forbidden Forest.
But that was before Nirvana.
Now that he has this rare Moonlight Inner Pill in his hand, once he succeeds in Nirvana, even if Yin Shiyu is reborn, he can restrain it with his skills and kill it with his sword.
I am full of thoughts.
There was a sound of nails scraping against rock.
It broke the silence and interrupted Wang Chen's thoughts.
He listened carefully, and then a golden sword energy flashed, and the ground of the Golden Palace collapsed, revealing a huge hole.
A hoarse and weak howl came from it .
Wang Chen walked over and saw two zombies that were almost like dry bones struggling weakly in the collapsed pit.
The dragon robe on one of them had already decayed, and the crown on its head had been tattered beyond recognition over thousands of years. There were only two holes left in its sunken eye sockets, and its dry mouth was open.
With one hand it tightly clasped the withered hand of another zombie, while with the other hand it stretched out as hard as it could, it let out a weak howl towards Wang Chen, which sounded more like a whine.
The one whose hands were tightly gripped by it was a female zombie lying on the ground. She looked like a skeleton wrapped in skin, but without any remaining clothes. She was even weaker, with only her upper and lower jaws able to move slightly, and her long hair was as messy as dry grass.
Turning his eyes, Wang Chen saw the fragments of a phoenix robe torn into pieces but inlaid with gold threads.
They are the king and queen of Teng Kingdom.
It was not difficult at all to deduce the identities of the two people.
Without moonlight and flesh and blood, it is obvious why these two zombies can survive until now.
What kind of cruelty could make a cultivator torture the king and queen of a mortal country for thousands of years with the most poisonous curse in the world?
Amid the harsh sound of mechanical bones rubbing against each other, King Teng fell towards Wang Chen, his dry head hitting the ground lightly.
Boom... Boom...
A hollow, faint sound echoed out.
It was instantly covered up by the sound of sword energy.
Two sword energies as thin as steel needles pierced into their heads at the same time, without a single millimeter's difference.
The subtle movement suddenly stopped, and the entire palace city suddenly became so quiet that it seemed like a relief that came thousands of years late.
Wang Chen's eyes never left the two dry hands.
Perhaps thousands of years ago, the country of Teng was flourishing, but a thousand years later its prosperity faded.
There is no difference.
The two pieces of dry bones looked like two dead branches, entangled from lush and green to withering and dying, but never separated .
