Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 78 Goodbye to the Living Dead

In the dark corridor, the bleak wind blew on the stone wall, making a sharp whistling sound, like a ghost crying.

Xin Ziqiu felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had seen an evil ghost demanding his life, and his heart was pounding.

Not long ago, he saw with his own eyes that Kang Wenping's throat was pierced by a sharp arrow and he died unexpectedly.

Those eyes full of resentment and despair are still vivid in my memory.

But now, this person who should have been dead is not only standing alive, but also has intact limbs and complete eyes. Except that he is not covered in Gu worms, he is almost the same as when he first saw him.

Even the horrible blood hole in the throat has disappeared.

Just when Xin Ziqiu was in a daze, Kang Wenping showed a sinister smile, and said quietly:

"Hello."

Xin Ziqiu's pupils shrank, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he slowly laid the giant sword in his hand across his chest, not daring to neglect it at all.

At the same time, he asked coldly:

"Kang Wenping, are you a human or a ghost?"

Kang Wenping didn't answer, and looked Xin Ziqiu up and down with two green eyes, and suddenly pulled out the mourning stick from behind, and smashed it on his head.

Xin Ziqiu had been prepared long ago, the long sword was drawn like a horse, and he hit the mourning stick with a "Nine Heavens Embracing the Moon".

There was a "clang" sound, the weapons collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

Kang Wenping staggered and took two steps back under the force of the shock.

Xin Ziqiu also swayed a little, his real strength was actually better than his real strength.

Thinking of his great progress in martial arts, he felt a little relieved, followed by a "Yasha exploring the sea", and the long sword stabbed out.

Kang Wenping leaned over and swung Xin Ziqiu's right shoulder with his mourning stick. His stick was made of refined iron and was very heavy.

But who knew that Xin Ziqiu would neither dodge nor dodge, relying on the golden bell cover to protect his body, he took a heavy blow on his shoulder, but he didn't seem to hear it.

But the long sword in his hand swept across, and with a snort, the blade struck Kang Wenping's chest.

At this time, his sword was accompanied by strong internal force, and it was as sharp as cutting tofu. It cut Kang Wenping's chest with a huge wound more than a foot long and an inch deep, which was shocking.

But the strange thing is that Kang Wenping's withered and dark chest did not flow out a drop of blood, only the flesh turned out, exuding a rancid smell.

Seeing it, Xin Ziqiu was even more sure that Kang Wenping in front of him was not a living person, but a ghost like a zombie.

He thought in his heart, this guy wouldn't be refined into a Gu corpse, it would be a bad retribution.

In the past, facing the monster-like Kang Wenping in front of him, Xin Ziqiu would still tremble no matter how daring he was.

But now he is not surprised, and even feels that it is reasonable.

It has to be said that in the short few days in the Whirling World, he has grown a lot.

At this time, Xin Ziqiu's eyes were wide open, and his gleaming long sword swirled and danced. Under the urging of his unparalleled innate infinite true qi, there was a faint sound of a tide, and his strikes were merciless.

No matter what kind of monster you are, let's kill it with a sword first.

Kang Wenping's thin body jumped back quickly, his legs were straight, like a zombie on TV, barely avoiding the sharp sword's edge.

Xin Ziqiu pressed on with every step, approaching Kang Wenping with a stride, and swung his sword again.

Kang Wenping held the mourning stick in both hands, and fought fiercely, and with a clang, there was another burst of flames.

He was thrown backwards by the shock.

Xin Ziqiu is another "tiger jumping over the stream", jumping up to a distance of more than one zhang, the tip of the sword, under the infusion of majestic and true qi, suddenly grows a three-inch sword light, radiating brilliance.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the long sword in his hand finally pierced Kang Wenping's chest at an unimaginable angle.

"puff!"

A muffled sound sounded, and the long sword was like a broken leather, stabbing Kang Wenping through.

Kang Wenping was so seriously injured, but he ignored it indifferently. He spat out a mouthful of blue blood, let go of the mourning stick, clamped the long sword tightly with both hands, and suddenly a strong green light appeared in his eyes.

Xin Ziqiu wanted to draw back the sword, but felt that the long sword seemed to be welded to Kang Wenping's body and remained motionless.

He decisively let go of the hand holding the sword, intending to face the enemy with his palm.

But in the flash, before his hand left the hilt, there was a strong force coming from above.

Xin Ziqiu felt as if his chest had been hit by a big hammer. With a muffled grunt, he took three steps back and almost fell to the ground.

Kang Wenping didn't know what kind of secret method he used, but suddenly his skill increased greatly, and he forced Xin Ziqiu back.

He casually pulled out the Juque Sword from his chest, threw it on the ground, and asked faintly:
"Innate Promise Skill? Who is Your Excellency, and what is your relationship with Patriarch Chen Tuan?"

Before he finished speaking, Xin Ziqiu had already arched his body and shot out like a cheetah. His fist was like a steel whip, and with the sound of wind and thunder, he slammed straight down.

"Who am I? I'm your uncle!"

He and Kang Wenping have a deep hatred, so they won't listen to his nonsense.

Kang Wenping's green eyes sparkled brightly, and he stretched out his fist to block, lightly parrying Xin Ziqiu's earth-shattering blow, followed by a push with his palm, and sent him flying again.

The strength of these two consecutive times was surprisingly great, as if he had suddenly changed himself.

Even if Xin Ziqiu had a golden bell to protect his body, he was also beaten by this palm so that his blood surged and his heart ached.

But in the face of a strong enemy, he had no intention of backing down. When he was about to attack again, he only heard Kang Wenping say:
"Wait a minute, if you want to seek revenge on the owner of this body, you can save effort. The Kang Wenping you mentioned is dead. No matter what enmity you have with him, it has long been wiped out. Don't do any more useless work. My seat Time is limited, and I don't want to use the 'Burning Blood Dafa' to engage in unnecessary battles with Your Excellency."

This tone is calm and calm, lonely and arrogant, full of the majesty of a superior, completely different from the original Kang Wenping who was cruel and vicious, greedy for life and afraid of death.

Xin Ziqiu was alert, and suddenly heard something strange, and was slightly taken aback:
"Aren't you Kang Wenping? Who are you and why do you look like him?"

Kang Wenping said:
"This seat is Yu Tong, the fourth elder of the Huangquan Saint Clan. The owner of this corpse has practiced Gu all the year round, and his body is very yin, so I borrowed it temporarily as a clone. You and I have never met each other. You have a grievance and a debtor." , Your Excellency does not have to make trouble with this seat."

With the horizontal sword in hand, Xin Ziqiu asked vigilantly:
"Since we don't know each other before, why did you bring me here? And you were the first to do it just now."

Elder Yu Tong stretched out his hand to wipe his body, and the wound on Kang Wenping's body squirmed, and he recovered instantly. He immediately said:
"I just wanted to try the young man's master's school, and I didn't intend to kill anyone. As for why I brought you here, it's because I can sense that you have two treasures of our holy clan, which are the seventh part. "The Sutra of the Underworld" and a "Ring of the Underworld". These two treasures are invaluable treasures to our holy clan, but they are worthless to outsiders. I hope that you can return them to the clan."

"Since the young hero is a member of the Huashan sect, he has received the true inheritance of the old ancestor Chen Tuan, so he has some connections with our clan. I won't investigate how you got the treasure, and I won't grab it for the time being. How about we make a deal?"

Xin Ziqiu rolled his dark eyes and said coldly:

"What if I don't want to trade?"

Yutong smiled, and said confidently:
"Your Excellency has not heard of the conditions of this seat."

Xin Ziqiu shook his head, picked up the sword, turned around and left, not intending to talk nonsense with this guy at all.

What kind of bullshit holy clan has nothing to do with him. Since it is confirmed that Kang Wenping is dead, he doesn't bother to stay here.

As for "The Sutra of the Underworld", that was the task he wanted to complete, so why hand it over?
Seeing that he was going to leave, Yu Tong didn't stop him, but said leisurely behind him:

"The scriptures and holy precepts are of no use to Your Excellency. Taking two useless treasures and exchanging dozens of lives in Kaifeng Mansion, the terms of my opening are very generous."

When Xin Ziqiu heard the words, he stopped abruptly, turned around, his bright eyes were full of murderous intent:
"What did you say?"

Yu Tong was not intimidated by his aura, and said calmly:

"This seat sees you gathering together with heroes from all walks of life in Kaifeng Mansion. I think they are all your friends. Now someone is laying a net to gather and annihilate them here. This seat can help solve this matter. Conditions , it is naturally a sacred object of the family."

Xin Ziqiu's heart trembled, his face was terribly gloomy:
"Tell me, what's going on?"

Yutong said with a smile:

"Your Excellency, don't get angry. I have no intention of making enemies of the heroes of the Central Plains martial arts. It is not me who wants to kill the knights of Kaifeng Mansion."

Xin Ziqiu asked anxiously:

"Who is that?"

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In the underground palace, everyone is still searching carefully, and no one has found that Xin Ziqiu has left.

On the wall, hundreds of brass lamps were still on, emitting a green brilliance, reflecting the tranquility and clarity of the entire hall.

Jiang Ping was old and stayed up all night. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he felt tired. He sat on a stone bench and sighed:
"Hey, old man, when I broke through the Sky Tower and wiped out the king of Xiangyang, I didn't close my eyes for three days and three nights, and I, Jiang Zechang, was still in high spirits. It's only been a few years, and it's so useless."

Lu Zhen was not far away from him, poking around with a pair of halberds, looking for a possible tunnel. Hearing this, she came over and said with a smile:
"Fourth Uncle, since when did your old man become emotional? My father is ten years older than you, and he still doesn't accept his age. Why are you acting hypocritical first?"

Jiang Ping said angrily:

"Go, go, little brat, when is it your turn to teach your fourth uncle a lesson?"

When the two of them were chattering, they suddenly heard someone from the corner of the hall say sullenly:
"Three Heroes and Five Righteousness are all people who seek fame and fame, and are greedy for wealth and honor. They are obviously born in the green forest, but they have taken refuge in the government, and they have repeatedly opposed friends in the rivers and lakes. It is really shameless."

The sound was not loud, but it was sharp and ear-piercing. It echoed in the empty underground palace and was clearly heard by everyone.

Jiang Ping looked in the direction of the sound, and vaguely saw half of his head hiding behind the stone wall. It seemed that there was someone there, but the light was dim and he couldn't see clearly.

He stood up and snorted coldly:
"Well done, I'm worried that I won't be able to find you scum, and yet I'm actually sending you to my door. I'm really impatient."

The man's ears were really sharp, Jiang Ping's soft words were heard clearly by him, and he said:

"Jiang Ping, your death is imminent, and you are still self-righteous. I will call you later... ah!"

Halfway through the speech, it suddenly stopped.

It turned out that Xu Liang also saw the figure of this person not far away, and shot out suddenly, a black jade locust stone was thrown out.

How clever he was with his concealed weapon, he hit the speaker on the forehead and made him scream.

Everyone in Kaifeng Mansion laughed loudly.

All of a sudden, there was only a long howl, like a battle horn sounding, the sound was vicious.

Immediately following the corner of the hall, a black shadow flickered suddenly, and a large group of people came out one after another.

Everyone in Kaifeng Mansion also gathered together, and heard the long howling sound like the tide of the river and the sea, surging waves endlessly, just listening to this whistling sound, one can know that the person who made the sound has profound inner strength, it is no small matter, among the group of heroes, Perhaps only Xu Liang and Zhan Zhao can match.

The people who came out were arranged in two rows, surrounded by a middle-aged man in the middle.

This man was dressed in a green satin gown, with a hooked nose and a mustache. He was white and clean, and looked like a pampered Yuanwailang, but there was a fierce murderous look between his eyebrows and his eyes. Perennial commanding majesty.

Behind the middle-aged man, there are four tall men with different descriptions, but they are very aggressive and fierce, and their temples are bulging, which shows that their martial arts are not weak.

The middle-aged man didn't feel nervous in the face of the knights in Kaifeng Mansion, he cupped his fists calmly and said:

"My lord, Situkong, is the landlord of the Xiaoyao Building. The officials sent the masters to visit me in Wuyou Cave, and I was wrong to welcome you. It was my oversight as the landlord. But you didn't even say hello, and you messed up without permission. Rushing around is not the way to be a guest."

Jiang Ping spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and cursed fiercely:

"Fuck, your grandma is a bear, stop talking nonsense with me. You have done all the evil things in Xiaoyaolou, and it is too difficult to write. Since it is delivered to your door today, what else is there to say, hurry up and go to Kaifeng Mansion to file a lawsuit with us."

Situ Kong's face changed slightly when he heard the words, his pupils shrank, and his murderous intent immediately appeared.

Suddenly one of the four big men behind him jumped out, his body was full of muscles, and he dragged a steel staff upside down, which was more than ten feet long and very heavy.

I just heard the man say in a low voice:
"You bastards in Kaifeng Mansion are so rude. The landlord of my house greets you politely, but you don't know what's good or bad. If that's the case, then stop talking nonsense and come out to see the truth and see if you have real talents and learning, or Blow the air."

When it comes to bickering, Jiang Ping has never been afraid of anyone, but if he fights alone, he is not enough. He took a step back and shouted loudly:
"Who's going to compete with him?"

Nan Xia Zhan Zhao walked out of the crowd and said:

"Fourth brother, I'm going to make gestures with him."

Jiang Ping smiled and said:

"Okay, brother, be more careful."

Covering his face with his hands, he whispered a word towards Zhan Zhao:

"drag."

Zhan Zhao has worked with him for many years, how can he not understand his intentions, knowing that he wants to drag the gangsters from Xiaoyao Building by himself, and wait for the army of Dali Temple and the Inspection Department to arrive, and gather and wipe out the gangsters.

He nodded immediately, without speaking, he walked to the big man with Zhanlu sword in his hand, stood more than ten feet away, and said coldly:
"My official Zhan Zhao, the sword will not kill the unknown, so please register your name."

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(End of this chapter)