C12 The Imperial Guard Killed the Enemy

Two middle-aged Daoists dressed in the Eight Trigrams Immortal Robe broke through the layers of chilly wind that sealed the valley entrance and rode their swords straight to the bottom of the valley. The thick hemp shoes stepped on the soft soil and slowly walked into the valley.

The Daoist who followed behind said in a low voice: "Master, isn't this the place where we store the corpses? Why did you suddenly bring me here to choose the corpse?" The person who spoke was the well-known second generation disciple of Maoshan Sect, Tao Qianye. His master was the famous rogue Qing Han.

One of the master and disciple had attained the Nascent Infant, and the other had reached the Golden Core realm. They had already entered the ranks of the cultivators. They would never enter the domain where the Yin Qi was wreaking havoc for no reason.

Qing Han said, "Qian Ye! I brought you here because I wanted to tell you some secrets of my sect. You are going to be an elder and a grandmaster in the future. How can you not know the secrets of my sect? "

"Disciple is willing to listen to Master's teachings!"

"Teaching? You are becoming more and more like your Martial Uncle, always bringing out righteous words! We'll talk about this when your Uncle-Master is around in the future. " Qing Han said with a solemn expression. "Don't think that just because you are a righteous sect, you can take off that piece of cloth. Those decent people are not much cleaner than the prostitutes in the brothel. "

Tao Qianye knew that his master had always been cynical. He neither agreed nor refuted his master's fierce words. He quietly followed behind him and waited for the next words.

Qing Han said with a cold smile. "Do you think this Great Ming is really like what the sect masters of various sects said? It was a desolate land with no signs of human habitation 400 years ago?"

"Don't tell me that's not the case?" Tao Qianye suddenly thought of something. He had already guessed something, but he didn't dare to think about it.

"Hmph! Why wouldn't I dare to say it if I guessed it? Hypocrite!" Qing Han sneered and said, "400 years ago, there were more than a million natives who lived in the Great Ming and worshipped the Dark Spirit Sect. However, in just 30 short years, Millions of lives were slaughtered. Thirty years? Can you imagine how bloody it is to kill without stopping for thirty years?"

Although Tao Qianye had already guessed the truth, he was still dumbfounded with shock. After a long time, he stammered," Could it be. . . Could it be that they were all killed by cultivators? Aren't those cultivators afraid of the wrath of heaven? "

"The wrath of heaven? Cultivators were not stupid enough to make a move themselves. With the emperor of Great Ming standing in front of them, what were they afraid of?! Every time the emperors opened up their territory, there would always be corpses lying all over the land. It's just that the ninety-five fate seeds are able to bear the responsibility of the heavens. "

" Martial Uncle's words are a bit of a showcase! There are very few people in the Great Ming's imperial family. How can they carry out such a large-scale massacre?"

Qing Han said with a cold smile. "Cultivators can bring the Ming Dynasty royal family, but can't they bring the Ming Dynasty army? But without them supporting us from behind, could the tens of thousands of defeated soldiers massacre the land in tens of thousands of miles? No one can stop them? "

Qing Han continued, "The land under your feet is one of the slaughterhouses in the past. Four hundred thousand vengeful souls are lying at your feet, moaning! I can tell you that the culprit of this massacre is the master of Maoshan Sect. He risked his life to face the tribulation and failed. His soul was destroyed because he wanted to use his blood to water a Dark Spirit! "

"Dark Spirit? Those who had Dark Spirit in Chu Zhinan would use five hundred years as spring, and five hundred years as autumn! There really is a divine tree and Dark Spirit? " Tao Qianye said," Although Dark Spirits are divine wood, they might not be of much help to cultivation? "

Qing Han asked in return. "The Dark Spirit is indeed not of much help to cultivators, but what about the Nine Yin Wood Heart?"

"I don't know!"

"The flying sword made of the Nine Yin Wood Heart can slay dragons and slay immortals, and slay ghosts and demons. Could it be that the Wood Heart isn't a magical weapon that can look down on the Great Ming?"

" I understand now! " Tao Qianye asked again, "Then, the Black Dragon crossing the border every hundred years is also fake?"

"Of course it's not fake. Nourishing Dark Spirit not only requires human blood, but also the nourishment of dragon qi. When the Black Dragon crosses the border, dragon qi will also be swept into the valley to nourish the Dark Spirit. Otherwise, why did Ancestor choose this place to be a slaughterhouse? "

"Master. . . There's a Spiritual Corpse there!" Regardless of whether Tao Qianye believed it or not, he had no mood to verify it.

A tree root with a diameter of more than 15 meters appeared in front of his eyes. Two corpses sat on the left and right side of the tree branch.

One of them was covered in golden armor, holding a long saber in his hand, and had seven flying swords on his body. - King Corpse had an iron mask on his head, and he was dressed in a green robe. He held a pair of iron hooks in his hands - Soul Hook.

"Bronze Corpse!"

Qing Han's rogue cried out in shock. He rushed forward and supported himself with his hands on the mountain wall. He looked around with his eagle eyes. He saw that the 30 meter tall statue was still standing on the cliff. Along the way, the jade seal that was 20 meters long and as big as a stone platform was still intact.

"Hierarch Corpse Whip, the Eight Trigrams Seal is still here. Why would a Bronze Corpse appear in the valley?"

He still had a lot of things that he hadn't said. Hierarch Corpse Whip, the Eight Trigrams Seal of Corpse Suppression was the magic weapon used by the Maoshan Sect to suppress the corpses in the valley. Once the magic weapon was destroyed, there was nothing else that could stop the corpses in the valley. In addition, the Nine Yin in the Purgatory Valley had gathered. The accumulation of corpses over a long period of time was enough to cause any cultivator to tremble in fear. Although Qing Han and Tao Qianye had extraordinary skills, Not even in Purgatory Valley. Two priests were equivalent to two fierce tigers that had fallen into a pack of wolves. No matter how strong they were, it would be difficult for them to fight four hands with two fists.

Two magic tools were more than enough to suppress ordinary corpses, but could they suppress the evil corpse that Lu Changkong refined?

Qing Han broke out in cold sweat when he saw the two Spiritual Corpse warriors. Fortunately, the magic tools were still there, so the two Spiritual Corpse warriors did not show any reaction.

Only then did Qing Han calm himself down. He bowed towards the void and said: "Which one of you is the first to enter the valley? Please show yourself!"

"King Corpse, Soul Eater's eyes were wide open, and he let out a strange laugh.

The King Corpse's body leapt up, and its long blade slashed out a thirty meter long blade light. With the momentum of splitting open a mountain, it slashed towards Qing Han's head. The Soul Hooker's two iron hooks, one on the left and the other on the right, struck towards Qing Han's ribs at lightning speed.

Qing Han turned pale with fright. He hastily pushed his disciple away and retreated. Although he retreated fast, the hook left two blood grooves under his armpit. Qing Han felt a tingling sensation under his ribs. He knew that the poison had entered his body. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Defend yourself with the sword! Think of a way to rush out!"

As soon as he finished his words, the ghost howl from the soul reaper's mouth rushed into the sky. The two iron hooks flashed with black light and a foul smell hit him. Qing Han dodged continuously and felt an infinite danger approaching from behind him. It seemed that other than the two iron hooks that could take his life, there was something else swimming around him like a dead soul, and it would launch a fatal attack at him at any time.

Qing Han took a deep breath, and immediately took out his most prized magic weapon, the Rushing Thunder Sword.

"Ha!"

Qing Han let out an angry shout. He waved his sword and palm, and the lightning swept in all directions. Thousands of golden snakes appeared on his fingertips, and the sword light struck wildly at the soul reaper. Wherever the lightning struck, grass and trees flew in all directions. The two iron hooks were sent flying more than 30 meters away, and the chest of the soul reaper was opened wide. Qing Han seized the opportunity and struck the lightning in his palm towards the soul reaper's chest.

The lightning was only half a foot away from the corpse. The soul reaper suddenly turned its body sideways and twisted its waist to an incredible angle to avoid the lightning. It turned its right elbow and pulled back the iron hook that was flying away. It drew a cold light that looked like half a moon in the night sky and struck the back of Qing Han's head.

Qing Han's Loose Practitioner turned his body to the side and split it into five feet. He stepped on the Seven Stars and pushed the Thunder Sword up by more than 30 feet. He spat a mouthful of blood on the sword and angrily shouted, "Thousand Lightning Strike!"

As his voice fell, the sword fell. Thousand Thunder Kicks swept across several miles with Qing Han as the center. In an instant, lightning and fire shot out in all directions. Sand and sand flew everywhere. The ground was lifted up by three feet. The soul reaper was struck several times and rolled more than 30 feet away.

Qing Han wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and heaved a sigh of relief. He saw that Tao Qianye had fallen into the storm of King Corpse blade lights. Not only was his body covered in wounds, but he also didn't have the chance to shoot out flying swords to defend himself. He could only dodge left and right as if he was running for his life.

"Qianye, retreat!"

Qing Han furiously shouted. He unleashed six Palm Lightnings in a row, striking the King Corpse's back. Although King Corpse warriors weren't as nimble as Soul Catcher, their bodies were several times stronger than ordinary Bronze Corpse warriors. When the Palm Lightnings struck the King Corpse's back, apart from causing the King Corpse to pause and create countless sparks, not even half of the King Corpse's armor was damaged.

However, the King Corpse suddenly turned around. The long blade in his hand shone with a cold light. Nine blade lights were formed into a single line, and like a fan, they struck towards the top of Tao Qianye's head.

"Quickly!"

Qing Han called back his flying sword and stepped onto the blade. His body, which was rushing forward at a rapid speed, drew ten shadows. The lightning in his palm moved along with the Nine Stars Pearl. The nine balls of lightning gathered in Qing Han's palm and connected with each other. Almost at the same time, they gathered on the left rib of King Corpse. With a loud bang, King Corpse was sent flying 30 meters away. He fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

Even though Qing Han reacted quickly, Tao Qianye's face was also cut open by the King Corpse blade energy. Blood poured down from his face. Tao Qianye didn't dare to delay any longer. He raised the true qi in his body to its peak and spat out a flying sword to seal his entire body. He vigilantly looked in the direction where the King Corpse had fallen, afraid that the King Corpse would attack him again.

Qing Han slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat down. He said, "You should leave quickly! These two corpses are strange. They are very strong, which is why we did not injure them badly. It won't be long before they attack us again. Plus, the atmosphere here is very heavy. Although you and I have achieved success in our cultivation, we can't display 50% of our power here. I'll stake it all. . . "

" Hehe. . . Not bad, not bad, a very touching master-disciple relationship. " Lu Changkong, who had walked out from behind a mountain rock, imitated Qing Han's unspecialized tone and said coldly: "However, I can tell you very responsibly that you will not be able to leave Purgatory Valley alive!"

"You have been following us around all this time?" Qing Han asked in shock. "Who are you?"

Lu Changkong said, "Five years ago, I joined the Maoshan Sect, and I was forced into a corner by Mao Shan's bastards. I was the one who jumped into the Purgatory Valley!"

Tao Qianye thought for a moment and shouted angrily, "You are the Lu Changkong who bullied your master and killed your ancestors. You are the one who poisoned your master. Where did you learn this evil art? "

"Bullshit!" Lu Changkong raged, "It's true that I'm Lu Changkong, but when it comes to deceiving my master and destroying my ancestors, hmph! That Wang Heng is not worthy of being my master. You bastards aren't worthy of hearing my master's noble name! " At this point, deep nostalgia and endless sorrow surged in Lu Changkong's eyes.

Qing Han asked while gritting his teeth. "What do you want?"

"I will use your heads to collect some interest, then flatten the Maoshan Sect and hang your heads on the flagpole to show the public. " Lu Changkong gritted his teeth and approached them step by step. The sharp killing intent in his eyes seemed to have turned into a visible sharp blade, piercing deep into the hearts of the two disciples, causing their hearts to shiver.

Tao Qianye snorted coldly and said: "I don't believe that trash who didn't even learn how to meditate five years ago can create any waves!"

"You're courting death!" Lu Changkong's handsome face was ferocious, and his eyes were gradually filled with blood. In an instant, two beams of cold blood-red light shot out from his eyes. His tightly clenched fists produced a series of crackling sounds from the joints on his fingertips. The explosive sounds came from his hands as they rushed towards his shoulders and arms, then from his spine to his feet. Lu Changkong's body suddenly rose by half a foot, and his bronze-colored skin covered his face from between his eyebrows.

In the blink of an eye, Lu Changkong had become a genuine Bronze Corpse.

"Corpse King Evil Body!" Qing Han's Loose Practitioner cried out in shock. "Jun Moxiao is not dead?"

"Shut up, you don't deserve to call my master's name!" As Lu Changkong roared, he turned his palm into a blade and struck out with his palm. The dark black palm that was filled with corpse poison turned into a full moon curved blade. It clashed with Qing Han's cold sword light and whizzed out.

"How dare you!"

Tao Qianye did not know how powerful Jun Moxiao was. He raised his sword and faced Lu Changkong with contempt.

"Get out of the way!"

Qing Han was a seasoned warrior who had gone through hundreds of battles. He pushed Tao Qianye away with his shoulder. The Rushing Thunder Sword in his palm turned into a lightning bolt, and with a force of a thousand miles, it collided with Lu Changkong's thunderous attack.

With a loud rumble, thunder and fire flew in all directions. Light and shadow shot in all directions, and it almost shattered the endless darkness in the valley. In an instant, it vanished again.

Lu Changkong and Qing Han's Loose Practitioner each took five steps back. At the same time, they spurted out a mouthful of blood. Lu Changkong wanted to forcefully suppress the surging blood and qi in his body, but he couldn't hold it in anymore and coughed out another mouthful of blood.

Qing Han, on the other hand, had the upper hand. The flying sword rushed towards Lu Changkong and stabbed towards his head. Although Lu Changkong had mastered the Bronze Corpse Body, he could only fight in close combat like all the undead. He couldn't attack from afar. In the face of a flying sword, there was no other way to fight back.

Seeing the flying sword coming at him, Lu Changkong could only rely on the strength of the Bronze Corpse body. He opened his left hand and used his five fingers to block the flying sword. With a puff, the flying sword passed through the back of his hand. Although the hilt of the sword was blocked by the palm, the force of the flying sword broke Lu Changkong's arm. It went straight to the center of his brows, and Lu Changkong raised his right hand. He slapped the back of his left hand and pierced both of his hands. Only then did he block this attack.

"Kill him!"

Qing Han and Tao Qianye rushed towards Lu Changkong at the same time. King Corpse and Soul Eater also rushed forward to block Lu Changkong. Both of them rushed madly towards the two priests. Qing Han's hands and feet were tied up by Soul Hooker, and he had lost his flying sword, so he didn't pay attention to where Lu Changkong was going. Tao Qianye faintly saw Lu Changkong's figure disappear in a flash.

King Corpse, after the soul hook was injured, it became ferocious. With its powerful body, it tightly entangled the two priests. They didn't give them the chance to cast any more spells. . .

Suddenly, Qing Han felt his ankle tighten, and his body suddenly sank into the ground. In a great shock, two lightning palms suddenly struck the ground, and a muffled sound was heard when the lightning struck the ground. Then, there was no more sound.

Qing Han's eyes suddenly opened wide, and his face turned ashen. The Daoist robe on his chest instantly shrunk by a few inches, and his head also fell limply to the ground.

"Master!"

Tao Qianye exerted all of his strength to use the flying sword to stab into King Corpse's chest. King Corpse was instantly pushed several meters away by the force of the flying sword. Tao Qianye ran for his life, grabbed Qing Han's collar, and lifted him up. In an instant, he was so shocked that his jaw dropped.

Unspecialized Qing Han was nowhere to be found. Half of his internal organs were gone, and his flesh and blood were all gone. All that was left was a dried and shriveled human skin wrapped around his bones.

"This. . . Ah!"

The moment Tao Qianye lost his mind, the two hooks that hooked his soul had pierced through his ankles and pulled him to the ground. King Corpse flew down and cut off both of his arms.

"Ah- Ah-" Tao Qianye was still struggling in the blood water, but the soul reaper threw the iron chains over the treetops and hung him up high.

Tao Qianye, who was hanging upside down, saw Lu Changkong also come out of the soil. He grabbed Qing Han's hair bun and slowly walked towards him.

Lu Changkong raised the corpse and said coldly, "If you don't want to be eaten by me like him until you only have a piece of skin left, then quickly tell me the method to leave the valley. . . "

"You. . . You. . . You ate my master. . . "

"Do you want to see?" Lu Changkong stepped on the corpse and took out the Thunder Sword he took from Qing Han. He cut Qing Han's head with the Thunder Sword and cut his head off. The tip of the sword cut off Qing Han's face along with his facial bones. He looked at his brain again. There was no brain left in his brain.

Lu Changkong said, "Do you see it? If you doubt it, I'll let you see how I'll eat your arms. "

"No. . . No. . . I'll take you out of the valley. . . "

Tao Qianye was scared out of his wits when he saw Qing Han die in such a miserable way. He didn't have the courage to face Lu Changkong anymore. Instead, he led Lu Changkong out of the valley happily.

Standing under the sunlight once again, Lu Changkong felt like he was reborn. He couldn't help but face the sun and let out a long roar towards the sky.

After the roar, Lu Changkong suddenly turned around and sneered at Tao Qianye, "You take me out of the valley. I promise I won't eat you until you're only left with a piece of skin. However, I'm very interested in eating your heart and drinking your blood. . . "

"You broke your promise. . . Wah!"

Lu Changkong's ghostly hand dug deep into his heart and grabbed a still beating heart that was bleeding. He opened his mouth and swallowed it. He turned around and sucked madly at Tao Qianye's chest. A blood sword as thick as a bowl shot out from Tao Qianye's chest. He drew a half arc in the air, carrying Tao Qianye's wailing soul and a golden core. It fell into Lu Changkong's gurgling throat.

After he sucked dry the blood, Lu Changkong withdrew his King Corpse soul and snuck into the dense forest near the valley, leaving Mao Mountain territory far away.