Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 94 Ghost Coffin
"Hmph... Why can't I do all the good things, I do all the errands? I can't see it in the competition, and I have to walk such a long way to call this troublemaker."

Grabbing a weed on the mountain road, Gongsun Yu complained while tearing it with his hands.

Early this morning, Gongsun Yu was ordered to go to Kurong Temple to invite the temple owner to Twin Fish Peak. He was thinking about the few good competitions today, and the mountain road was difficult, so he complained.

Pu Sangeng participated in the sword test meeting. People from Kurongguan should have gone to cheer, but there was no one from Kurongguan on the field. It is even questionable whether Pu San is a person of Kurong concept.

However, there are many things that the sixteen blessings of Qiushui do not communicate with each other. For example, because Baiju Temple doesn't like the style of Xuanwu Pavilion, it only sent one disciple here this time.

Over time, most people will become indifferent, a few big blessings are okay, some small blessings may not see each other for hundreds of years, not to mention indifference, it is good if there is no suspicion, so disciples participate in the competition alone, everyone likes this kind of thing Years are getting used to it.

It's just that Pu Sangeng's grades are so good this year, it doesn't make sense if he doesn't send someone to report his situation and reason, so he sent Gongsun Yu to come.

"Why is it sticky?"

The hand that had just grabbed the weeds suddenly felt a sticky feeling, and Gongsun Yu raised his hand while being puzzled.

"Blood?"

Looking at the blackened blood in his hand, Gongsun Yu frowned.

Growing up in the Immortal Mansion since he was a child, there were many bloody disputes. Gongsun Yu didn't panic when he saw the blood. Instead, he pulled out the dagger at his waist and continued walking up the mountain with a vigilant expression.

There are many animals in the mountains, even if you see blood, it may not be that people stayed behind, and you have to go forward if you want to understand Gongsun Yu.

The place where Kurong Temple is located is extremely damp and damp, and the stone path on the mountain is covered with moss.

Gongsun Yu sniffed with his nose as he walked, and found that there was still a rotten and moldy smell in the air.

And the higher he went, the heavier the rotten smell became.

Finally, Gongsun Yu saw the mottled door plaque on the head of Kurong Temple, on which were written "Kurong Temple" in three simple characters.

Just when Gongsun Yu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the scene in front of the Kurong Temple made him ashen-faced—from the entrance of the temple to the inside of the pass, the disciples of the Kurong Temple were lying all over the place, with severed limbs everywhere, and a few wild dogs whimpering He was gnawing on the dead bodies on the ground, and when he saw Gongsun Yu, he reluctantly let go of his flesh and bones and fled in all directions.

The pale-faced Gongsun Yu tried his best to keep calm. He took out a sound transmission talisman from his arms, swallowed, and said tremblingly after the voice came from the other end:
"Kurong saw that something happened, here, there are dead people everywhere..."

……

Gongsun Yu's voice transmission happened almost at the same time as Li Yunsheng's questioning.

The next moment, the elders above the attic, including Mister Da and the acting head, all heard the news, and an overwhelming coercion swept from the four sides of the attic.

"You are not Pu Sangeng! Who are you!"

Acting head Song Shuwen roared almost like a growler, and when the words fell, he roared down from the attic in a long robe with wide sleeves.

"Too late."

Pu Sangeng grinned when he heard this.

He knocked his toes on the ground, and black mantras emerged from his feet, covering the entire sword-testing ground in an instant, and the iron chains formed by black mantras wrapped the whole sword-testing ground, following him. Li Yunsheng was locked inside.

"Ghost soldier from Hell, how dare you offend me, Qiushui!"

Seeing the black chains made up of mantras, Song Shuwen's face was covered with veins. He saw at a glance that this was a trick of Hell, and immediately angrily drew a long sword from his sleeve, and slashed at it. On the black iron chain.

The power of this sword was like a meteor falling from the sky, causing the entire Pisces Peak to tremble, and some disciples with poor cultivation were even fainted from the shock.

But the cage made of intertwined black iron chains remained motionless.

"Hell ghost coffin!"

Mr. Da stood up suddenly, then stepped out, and stood side by side with Song Shuwen on the top of Jianjianping.

"Suzaku Pavilion, Xuanwu Pavilion, Lingyun Pavilion, escort all disciples down the mountain!"

Mr. Da said loudly while staring at the black coffin woven with mantras.

……

It wasn't until this time that the disciples who watched the battle came to their senses and discovered the changes in the arena. Some disciples who had seen the world even recognized the hell ghost coffin and exclaimed:

"It's people from Hell who have sneaked in!"

But until now, they haven't found out that Pu Sangeng is from Hell.

At this time, Sang Xiaoman, Li Lan and the others also got the definite news that it was no longer Pu Sangeng who was competing with Li Yunsheng on Jianjianping, but a walking dead under the control of a ghost in hell.

"What are the people in Hell going to do?"

Sang Xiaoman looked at Li Yunsheng in Shijianping and Pu Sangeng standing in front of him through the gap in the iron chain, and asked eagerly, frowning.

"I don't know. No one can control what Hell wants to do. The ghost coffins have come out. The situation may be a little serious... Wait, what are you going to do?!"

Before Zhao Xuanjun finished speaking, he saw Sang Xiaoman running downstairs.

And this Li Lan and Li Changgeng have already run to the Jianjianping, Li Changgeng said anxiously: "What should I do, the other party is the puppet of Hell Prison, my junior brother may not be his opponent!"

It was better for Li Lan to calm down. He looked at Mr. Da above his head and said to Song Shuwen: "You and I cannot break the ghost coffin in Hell Prison. Now we can only wait for Mr. Da and the head to figure out a way. The elder brother is already here." on the way."

"If we wait like this, what if something goes wrong with the junior brother? You and I both know that the people in Hell are a bunch of lunatics!"

Li Changgeng clenched his fists and roared.

"If something goes wrong, I will never die with it!"

Glancing at Li Yunsheng in the ghost coffin, Li Lan said in a cold voice with a fierce look in his eyes.

……

"It's still Mr. Big who has insight."

Pu Sangen clapped his hands with his sword and said.

"Go invite the owner of the White Garden!"

Song Shuwen's face was as cold as ice, and he told the Elder Qiushui behind him.

"No need, I'm here."

Liu Qingqing, the owner of the White Garden, walked over slowly with a cane. There was nothing under her feet, but she seemed to be walking on a rocky road, as stable as Mount Tai.

"Half an hour."

She raised a finger at Song Shuwen.

Before Song Shuwen could open his mouth, Pu Sangeng on the Jianjianping level exclaimed, "As expected of being the master of Qiushuibai Garden, it would take at least half an hour for us to open it from the outside!!"

"Too much."

Ignoring Pu Sangeng's yelling on Jianjianping, Song Shuwen frowned and looked at Liu Qingqing.

Liu Qingqing pursed her lips, and said with a gesture like a little girl: "Since you said so, senior brother, I will be better soon."

As she said that, she squinted her eyes and smiled at Pu Sangeng on the trial sword ground, and said: "You people in Hell, do you know that your coffin can be broken with a stick of incense?"

After finishing speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing her skinny arms covered with age spots, and put her hands on the black iron chain, letting the black wrinkles crawl on her arms.

"What about the little doll in Baiyun Temple...?"

Mr. Da looked at Li Yunsheng on the sword-testing platform, and said worriedly.

"If he can survive the time of a stick of incense, he can live as long as he still has one breath left."

Song Shuwen sighed, then looked at Jianping with a gloomy face and said to Pu Sangeng: "No matter what, the people in hell don't want to get out of our Qiushui alive, I will let his soul die!"

Seeing the black incantation flowing rapidly in Liu Qingqing's hand, Pu Sangeng's face sank, and instead of looking at Song Shuwen and Mr. Da above, he turned to look at Li Yunsheng and said:

"You Qiushui are really good. She only needs a stick of incense to unravel my third-grade ghost coffin. I could have a good talk with you, but the two old men above seem to not allow me to do so."

"I don't seem to have anything to talk to you about."

Li Yunsheng pulled up the herring on the ground.

After a short period of distraction, Li Yunsheng finally figured out the situation through the conversations of several people. Just as he had guessed before, the Pu Sangeng in front of him was no longer Pu Sangeng, but a soul controlled by the people in hell. The walking dead.

"You are finally willing to use a sword."

A trace of excitement flashed in Pu Sangeng's eyes. Seeing Li Yunsheng's vigilance, he smiled slyly and said, "Don't be afraid, my body is only in the spirit realm right now, and you won't die so soon."

As he spoke, a strong wind suddenly blew up on the sword-testing ping, Pu Sangeng flashed in front of Li Yunsheng like a gust of wind, and slashed straight down with the long sword in his hand, Li Yunsheng raised the herring to block it, but was caught by Pu Sangeng's sword. The force from the upload directly sent the herring flying upside down, and it was not until the herring was stuck on the ground that it stabilized its figure.

(End of this chapter)