Tianwei Chapter 233: Fighting for Corpse (1)
The Tianshi Clan disciple didn't even have time to scream before he was corroded by the green ghost corpse energy. His flesh and blood melted at a terrifying speed. This strange phenomenon naturally attracted exclamations from the people around him.
Yuwen Ying came back quickly, and when he saw the green ghost corpse, his face changed drastically, and he pulled the person next to him to block in front without hesitation. This was the human instinct for self-protection, but the speed of the green ghost corpse was so fast that the person Yuwen Ying pulled over tilted his body with a panicked look on his face. Before he could shout, the ghost claw had already passed over his shoulder and grabbed Yuwen Ying's head.
The ghost claws were getting closer and closer, and Yuwen Ying's face became uglier and uglier. In the end, only despair was left.
I didn't have time to think about it, I pointed at the green ghost corpse and shouted: Chengtian! Ding!
The power of Taoism surged out quickly, and the invisible force turned into ropes, binding the green ghost corpse. However, this kind of thing similar to the immobilization method requires too much power of Taoism. With my strength, I can't even trap it for a second.
However, besides me, there was also an old Taoist priest present!
He flew forward and kicked out. Yuwen Ying groaned miserably and was kicked to his feet, rolling on the ground in a mess. The old Taoist had already drawn the Fire Dragon Talisman during the attack, and at this moment, he slapped it with his palm, hitting the green ghost corpse in the chest.
With a loud bang, the green ghost corpse was beaten back. The power of the fire dragon talisman's explosion was frightening. Several disciples of the Heavenly Corpse Vein nearby were all thrown backwards in disgrace. But at this time, no one cared about whether they would accidentally hurt their own people. If the green ghost corpse was not dealt with, who knew who would be pierced through the chest next time.
The green ghost corpse that was beaten back by the Fire Dragon Talisman roared, and its corpse qi spread endlessly. It broke free from the restraints of the Taoism and disappeared again. What was shocking was that when it became invisible, it seemed to look at me.
In order to suppress the two red-haired corpses, the corpses brought by the Heavenly Corpse Vein continued to turn into ashes. By this time, there were no more than five fingers left standing.
The ground-raised corpses took on most of the pressure, and the suppression of the golden-winged corpses was not completely effective. Seeing that the corpses were getting fewer and fewer, even the golden-winged corpses were forced to retreat by the three unformed zombies, and Zhong Jiutian could no longer wait.
He used his hand like a knife and cut several cuts on his wrist with his sharp nails, then stretched his arm over the big pit and let the blood drip.
There are three thousand great ways! The way of corpses only exists one! The corpse ancestor is above, now I use my blood to connect to the underworld, my heart to be the spirit, and the way of returning corpses to be my own way. I use my body as a corpse, and I use the corpse to transform into a form...
Zhong Jiutian was chanting a spell while dripping blood, and someone was walking over there. I vaguely heard two people behind him say: Kill him.
The man nodded slightly and took a step forward.
On the way, the corpse qi of Qing Fu Tian Corpse spread, roaring to stop him. But the red-haired corpse surrounded him like a whirlwind and blocked Qing Fu Tian Corpse. The man walked towards him with a strange pace, swaying his body as if he was strolling in the garden.
The Taoist priest looked back at him, moved slightly, as if to stop him, but stopped. Then, he rushed towards me, shouting: Lower your head!
Before he finished speaking, I felt a fishy wind behind me, and the whistling feeling went straight through my heart along the back of my head. The Taoist shouted, and I was so frightened that my eyelashes almost stood up. I quickly bent down and lowered my head, using my hands and feet to crawl forward.
As soon as I bent down, I felt something brushing my hair. Then a fire dragon talisman flew over my head, and there was a bang behind me, and the sound of something retreating.
The old Taoist jumped over in two steps, grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the ground. I turned around, but only saw a few wisps of faint green corpse gas floating in the air.
The old Taoist looked solemn, and while looking around vigilantly, he said: It seems that you have used Taoism twice and it has caught its eye on you. Your Taoism power has not recovered yet, and this place is too dangerous. We have to leave.
Even corpses know how to pick on the weak! I touched my head angrily, luckily I didn't get ripped off. When I heard the old Taoist say he was leaving, I couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise. I subconsciously glanced at Zhong Jiutian, but immediately came to my senses. I can't even protect myself, so why should I care what he does. This is the family affair of the Heavenly Corpse Cultivation anyway. Their fight to the death has nothing to do with us!
The old Taoist pulled my arm, looked around, and raised his legs slightly to prepare to take a step.
At this moment, a scream came from behind.
My heart skipped a beat, thinking that the green ghost corpse had shown its power and killed someone again. But when I turned around, I saw Zhong Jiutian lying on the ground with his arms hugged. Purple flames rose up like a pillar of fire, and then quickly retracted. Zhong Jiutian's bleeding arm, as well as part of his cheeks, nose and mouth, which had been placed on the pit, had now all turned into purple crystals. When he touched them, they shattered and fell to the ground.
A large amount of blood gushed out from where the purple crystal fell, and Zhong Jiutian's screams immediately turned into whimpers, because the flesh and blood on most of his face turned into purple crystals and shattered.
Seeing the old man who had previously dreamed of being on equal footing with the Secret Corpse Vein and then returning to the Heavenly Corpse Vein, now lying on the ground in a bloody mess. That miserable scene was unimaginable, and even more difficult to describe in words.
The disciples of the Tianshi Clan who were around were all panicked. They looked at each other, and then at Yu Wenying, who was hugging his shoulders and had a pale face.
The current head of the Walking Corpse Vein was also filled with panic at this moment. He watched Zhong Jiutian rolling on the ground, howling, and then looked back at the aggressive Secret Corpse Vein. He couldn't help but stand up and grit his teeth.
Just as he was about to speak, the man from the Secret Corpse Vein snorted coldly and looked at Zhong Jiutian with disdain: "You are overestimating your own abilities. Even an ant wants to swallow an elephant! I, the Secret Corpse Vein, will take this purple talisman corpse for you!" I guess the head of the Yuwen family will not compete with us, right?
Yu Wenying was stunned. He looked at Zhong Jiutian again, then covered his shoulder, stood firm, and lowered his head: We are all family, there is no need to fight to the death, I am just one of the four Heavenly Corpses.
The Tianshi Clan disciples around were also stunned. Some looked at Yuwen Ying angrily, some were helpless, some were sad and angry, and some had a relaxed look on their faces.
The man nodded and raised his chin slightly: "He who knows the times is a hero, the head of the Yuwen family is not bad. The masters come and go in a hurry, why don't you go to my Tianshimai to have a chat?"
That person focused his attention on us, which made us panic. Zhong Jiutian's life force was gradually dying, and now the situation had taken a sharp turn for the worse. It seemed that the secret corpse was unifying the Tianshi vein and replacing the Zhong family, which was unstoppable.
Facing the man's question, the old Taoist looked indifferent: I have no deep friendship with your Tianshi Clan, but can you accept my invitation to tea?
It is normal for an experienced person to be so strong at this time, but it is also the most frustrating. Will you die if you give in occasionally? You will really die if you don't give in!
Without Zhong Jiutian's mental control, the Qing Fu Tian corpse had stopped attacking and stood still not far away. Yu Wenying waved his hand, and the Jin Ling corpse returned with the remaining five corpses.
Led by the real red-haired corpse, three unformed zombies slowly approached this side. In the dark, there was a formed green ghost corpse waiting to launch a fatal attack.
The most despairing thing is that according to Zhong Jiutian, there is at least one fully formed zombie that has not yet appeared.
With such a lineup, even an experienced person would probably be torn to pieces within a few seconds.
Although the once huge Tianshi Vein is now desolate, as long as it becomes a whole again, it still has the power to intimidate the world. Just the corpses that can be seen now are enough to shock the world.
I was so nervous that I was shaking. I couldn't help but pull the old Taoist's sleeve and whispered: Why don't you use the shrinking technique to run away?
The old Taoist shook his head slightly, without taking a step or explaining. I immediately understood that he was afraid that the green ghost corpse would attack again. After all, when using the shrinking technique, other Taoist techniques cannot be used at all. At that time, we were in an unprotected state for a short period of time. For the green ghost corpse, such a moment was enough to cut us into pieces.
What should I do... Seeing the zombies getting closer and closer, I was sweating with anxiety.
Suddenly, I remembered that I still had two teeth in my pocket.
This tooth belongs to Grandpa Shi. I keep one for self-defense and one for my mother.
In the underworld, the ancient beast transformed from Grandpa Shi's teeth eats the ghost messenger just like I eat tofu. So dealing with these zombies in front of me shouldn't be a big problem, right?
When I thought of this, my waist and legs no longer felt sore, and everything I saw became more beautiful!
Aren't they just a few zombies? I'll chop you into fish-flavored pork shreds later!
I reached into my pocket and grabbed a tooth and held it in my hand. If those zombies dare to stretch their claws at me, I will let Grandpa Shi bite them to death!
Hey? I think I said something wrong?
At this moment, there was a sudden rumble in the pit, and the purple flames rose again. But this time, the purple flames danced wildly like dragons and snakes, forming a circle in the air and rushing straight towards the people of the Secret Corpse Vein.
Zhong Jiutian has already explained in detail the power of the underworld purple flame . At least with flesh and blood, it is impossible to resist.
The person closest to Zi Yan is the one who persuaded Yu Wenying to surrender.
At this moment, his face changed drastically, and he was no longer calm as before. If you ask me, his balls were almost broken with fear!
Of course, I'm talking about the face, because it was turning blue, red and black all the time, and it was so twisted that it was almost cramping.
At this moment, the man put his hands together and shouted: "Natural Corpse, come out!"
After he shouted, no figure appeared. Instead , wisps of white gas quickly flowed out from his palm and spread out quickly nearby.
The purple flames were completely blocked. With the continuous sound of ice clanging, the white gas quickly turned into purple crystals and fell to the ground.
Gusts of wind blew from all directions, and wisps of colorful air visible to the naked eye emerged from the ground, from the air, and from the grass and trees. These air mixed together and entangled with the previous white air, and gradually turned into a human figure.
Corpse...Law...Heaven...
A vague and intermittent sound came from the humanoid object that was mostly white but with a variety of colors on its body. The sound was extremely ethereal, sometimes far away and sometimes close, making it hard to grasp and understand.
