C24 The Line of Life and Death(2)

The sun was setting, and the wind was blowing. A strange dark night covered the vast forest. The cultivators who were searching for Lu Changkong returned one after another. "Swift Thunder" still had no intention of leaving.

Lu Changkong did not want to stay any longer. He did not dare and could not bet the lives of his brothers on the Jade Cave Sect leaving before dawn. Lu Changkong stretched out his finger and wrote in Tu Canntian's palm, "I will lure them away. We will meet at the Tiger Summit in three days. If anything happens to me, I will take my brothers and live well. "

Tu Canntian's eyes were filled with tears. He held Lu Changkong's hand and shook his head with all his might.

Lu Changkong patted his shoulder and pointed out the location on the map. He stood up and looked at his brother, who he had been with for days and nights. With a faint smile, he patted the dust off his feet and dived into the ground in the blink of an eye.

Although the disciples of the Jade Cave Sect were in the wilderness, they persisted in the routine of the evening class meticulously. Each of them sat cross-legged and quietly absorbed the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth, comprehending the principle of the heaven and earth. They didn't notice that danger was approaching quietly.

The moon was high in the sky and the wind was blowing the leaves. The summer bug that was squatting among the leaves did not stop its low buzzing sound because of the shaking of the mole that was moving underground. Of course, Yun Li also felt that "mole" was gently moving the soil under his body. He could not help but smile. . .

Only when one was in a weak creature would one feel that one was powerful, and the Cultivators were no exception. Yun Li was so playful that he could only wait for the little thing to crawl under him and then slap it lightly to give the little guy who thought that it was a secret an 'accident'.

However, when the furry little creature crawled into his clothes, Yun Li's face turned cold. He reached out his hand to pinch the little thing that was running toward his spine recklessly. . .

Suddenly, Yun Li's eyes opened wide. He let out a muffled groan and spat out a three-foot-long blood sword. He fell to the ground with his face facing up. The dark red blood spread along his blue-green Daoist robe. That's right. It wasn't a mole. It was Lu Changkong, who was using the earth movement technique. One of his hands mercilessly grabbed onto Yun Li's spine.

"Yun Li!"

"Junior brother. . . !"

Before the crowd could finish shouting, a furry corpse claw pierced through Yun Li's abdomen. The tip of the claw, which was covered with blood and flesh, was still holding a broken spine.

"Lu Changkong?" Yun Lei said angrily, "Go underground and catch him. Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you still have to catch him!"

The men from the Jade Cave Sect made some hand seals and jumped dozens of feet into the air. They flipped their heads and legs in the air, as if they were burying their heads in water, and dived straight into the ground.

"Chi! Chi! Chi! "Eight, nine cracking sounds were heard. A few Taoists drilled into the hard ground. When they saw that there were nine lumps of earth protruding from the ground, they rushed in the same direction like a few underground rats, and dived into the dense forest in the distance.

" Chase them! "

The other priests also flew into the sky with their flying swords. They surrounded the forest in the sky. Together with their fellow disciples, they formed an underground, surface, and three layers of an inescapable net in the sky. Yun Lei looked down and saw that the soil in the forest was moving like boiling water. Without thinking, he knew that the priests of Jade Cave Sect and Lu Changkong had engaged in close combat underground.

Yun Lei was full of confidence in the cultivation of his disciples, but he did not know that they had fallen into an unprecedented crisis.

They were both moving through the earth, but the Cultivators were moving through the soil thousands of feet deep with the help of the arts as if they were men in water. The zombie earth movement technique was like a fish in water. Although a man was strong, he was not as agile as a fish. After Lu Changkong escaped to the ground, he deliberately lured his opponent to chase him before slowing down. After rushing out for a few miles, Lu Changkong suddenly stopped. He suddenly turned around and raised his palm flat. The sharp claws were like blades as they stabbed into the throat of a pursuer who was unable to withdraw in time. At the same time, his other hand also conveniently stabbed into the opponent's chest. Both of his hands forcefully tore his head off and threw him out of the ground.

"Bastard! Give me your life!"

The eight priests roared in unison. The flying swords in their hands were like eight electric diamonds, rotating and piercing towards Lu Changkong's vital points. Lu Changkong sneered and his body suddenly sank a few more feet into the ground. The two flying swords brushed against his scalp and flew out.

The attack did not hit him. The flying swords drew out a few strange arcs and changed direction to attack Lu Changkong's back. Lu Changkong heard a sound behind him. After the flying sword passed through him, he suddenly turned around and jumped up. He opened his mouth and bit the man above his head and waist into two. He dragged the blood and the organs that were extracted from his teeth and sank into the depths of the ground again.

Two of his fellow disciples had been killed in a row. The Daoist of Jade Cave Sect was furious for a moment. He bent down and rushed into the ground one after another. Lu Changkong, on the other hand, stood up and used the strength of his Bronze Corpse body to collide with a Daoist. "Puff!" A red light appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The Daoist's head was smashed into pieces, and Lu Changkong broke the corpse with his claw. He stood a few feet away from the two dead bodies, bathed in blood, and jumped onto a few priests. He turned around and smiled coldly. He disappeared without a trace once again.

The three Taoist priests died without a complete corpse, only then did these cultivators who were used to being arrogant and arrogant feel a deep fear.

Was it a battle? Was it a retreat?

In a battle, Lu Changkong appeared and disappeared unpredictably in the ground. The flying sword lost its original flexibility in the ground. Capturing Lu Changkong was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

Retreat, how could he explain it to his master? Why did he raise his head among his fellow disciples?

The six Daoist priests were hesitating, and two of them felt their legs tighten. The sound of flesh being torn apart and the piercing pain came at the same time. The intense pain of their flesh and blood being extracted from their bodies along with the Genuine Essence caused them to start twitching violently. The hand seals were thrown into disorder, and the surrounding soil began to churn like boiling water. It frightened several of their fellow disciples, causing them to retreat one after another. When they stopped and looked again, they saw that each of their legs had been broken by a knee grab. Blood had already flowed out from the wound, and the two sallow-faced corpses were trapped in the soil.

"Retreat!"

Master? Same sect? Face? Which one was more important than life? The fear of death made them instantly understand this principle. They rushed to the ground at the same time. The Daoist who ran at the end had just left the earth. His face suddenly became as pale as paper. Lu Changkong's furry corpse claws had already grabbed his ankles, and he exerted force with his palms. He desperately dragged him into the ground. It was impossible for his fellow disciples to save him. He ruthlessly chopped off both of his legs with his sword, causing blood to spurt out in an instant. The Daoist priest was lying on the scarlet grass, wailing incessantly. Suddenly, a corpse claw pierced through the ground, crushing the man's head into pieces. Red and white blood flowed all over the place, the smell of blood soared to the sky.

"Evil creature, evil creature. . . " Yun Lei angrily charged towards the Heavenly Dao: "If I don't take you in, I swear I won't be a human. "

"Hahaha. . . " Lu Changkong laughed wildly under the ground. "You are not a human to begin with. Why do you have to make those worthless oaths?"

"I will let you use your tongue again!"

Yun Lei shook his hand and threw out a forty-nine long whip. The tail of the whip was half a foot long, and it was a dragon head made of gold. The long whip floated in his hand like a five-clawed golden dragon that was about to leave his hand.

"Dragon Thunder Sky Roar!"

Yun Hsing, when Yun Feng saw his eldest senior brother take out his magic treasure, he cried out in shock. He led his disciples and jumped up a thousand feet into the air, afraid that they would be affected by the magic treasure's aftershock. Yun Lei's face was ashen, and his right palm was hanging high in the air. The golden whip that was about to jump out was hanging upside down in his hand, forming a straight line. Lightning flashed in all directions, and the wind and lightning in all directions gathered towards the golden whip.

"Quick!"

As Yun Lei roared, his palm suddenly sank, and the whip in his palm turned into a ray of golden light that shot into the earth.

Lu Changkong was deep underground. Although he couldn't see clearly what was above his head, he had already felt the pressure formed by the magic treasure. His heart raced as he retreated over thirty meters.

The next moment, golden light flashed in front of Lu Changkong's eyes. A golden dragon was hovering and roaring in the soil. The dragon's body, which was dozens of meters long, turned the surrounding soil into a whirlpool.

Suddenly, the golden dragon raised its head. The dragon's roar shook the nine heavens. In an instant, the sound of thunder was heard. The ground in the forest where the golden whip had landed suddenly collapsed. The huge shock wave along with the fiery light of the lightning rushed in all directions. The ground within a fifty mile radius was overturned, and a wave of earth that was more than a hundred feet tall shot up into the sky. Thousands of arm-thick trees shot up like arrows towards the nine heavens, then rolled back and fell to the ground. . .

The disciples of the Jade Cave Sect covered their faces with their sleeves in the dirt that was rising up to the sky, and retreated one after another.

Yun Lei shouted loudly, "Surround the area with five miles as the distance, surround this place. No matter how fast Lu Changkong was, he couldn't be faster than the heavenly lightning. When the lightning subsided, he would search every inch of this place. Even if the yellow robe of Ancestor Song is smashed into pieces, you have to find it bit by bit. " What he said was right. Although Lu Changkong's speed was fast, he wasn't able to dodge the explosion. Fortunately, the main target of the 'Heavenly Dragon Thunder Roar' wasn't Lu Changkong. Otherwise, even if he had reached the level of an iron corpse, he would still be blasted into ashes.

The moment the heavenly lightning exploded, Lu Changkong borrowed his strength to leap to the ground. Both of his feet had just left the ground. He felt as if he was standing on a bomb weighing hundreds of kilograms. Suddenly, he felt as if he was lifted up. The scenery above his head changed, and he was already flying in midair.

Just as the disciples of Jade Cave Sect got into formation, a figure that had been blown up by the explosion flew past their heads and out of the circle.

"Lu Changkong? Kill!"

Almost at the same time, all the flying swords of the priests flew out of their hands and shot towards the figure.

Lu Changkong was shocked by the explosion and was unable to borrow any strength from the air. In a moment of desperation, he turned into a corpse. He used both hands to protect his head and face and his knees to his chest. He curled into a ball and used his body's strength to receive the flying swords.

In an instant, the three medium-grade flying swords that were aimed at Lu Changkong's head had already formed a temporary sword beam. In the next moment, they hit Lu Changkong's palm that was protecting his head. The sword and palm collided and created a few dozen feet of sparks. The flying sword was sent flying a few feet away, and fell straight to the ground. The flesh on Lu Changkong's hands was lacerated. He was also sent flying dozens of meters away by the huge impact. Luckily, his hands had been modified by Houqing. Otherwise, just now. . . Bang!

"Eh!"

Yun Lei let out a soft exclamation of surprise. He did not expect Lu Changkong to be able to blow up his flying sword. After a moment of shock, he roared furiously. "Use all your flying swords to hit him. "

Actually, there was no need for him to say anything. Over a hundred flying swords had already arrived at the same time, and like a rain of light, they all hit Lu Changkong's body. Although Lu Changkong had the body of a Bronze Corpse warrior, he still couldn't withstand the fierce attacks of over a hundred low grade flying swords. After two rounds of attacks, the sparks had turned into blood. Lu Changkong was forced to use both his hands and feet to attack the incoming flying swords with both hands.

"Transform into a zombie! He is the descendant of Jun Moxiao?"

Yun Lei was stunned and laughed. "Don't be in a hurry to kill him. Take your time and play with him. First, grind out his copper skin and then talk. "

Lu Changkong dialed the flying sword while cursing angrily, "Play your mother! Come over if you have the guts. Fight me one-on-one!"

"One on one?" Yun Lei laughed and said, "The weak will never have the right to challenge me. I want to grind you to death, grind your skin, then cut off your flesh piece by piece. . . "

Lu Changkong was so angry that he laughed instead. "Alright! Then let's see who can peel off the skin and gouge out the flesh, grind the bones and scatter the ashes! "

Lu Changkong deliberately put his life on the line, forcing all the Genuine Essences in his body towards his Dantian, waiting for an opportunity to explode his Dantian and fight the Jade Cave Sect to the death.