Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 549 A hundred-year-old man, a thousand-year-old corpse!
Sure enough, a good spirit is not a bad spirit, the system is going on the road of cheating, going all the way to the dark, intending to play him to death?

However, this is too much to play, right?

Duanchou's face was gloomy, extremely ugly, he was real now, and he didn't even have the strength to complain.

Wu Yue didn't find it, the corpse king was going to be revived first, the dead corpse king, Duanchou still has confidence to fight, if it is alive.
Hehe, let the master and apprentice go to hell together!
"You came."

The sound of the flute stopped, and a calm voice came over, and then sounded again, the mournful sound of the flute, endless sorrow, endless sadness.

Looking away from the coffin of Emperor Xuanhuang and the sacred blood of the palace lantern, Duanchou turned his head and looked at the source of Xiaoyin, with a touch of surprise in his eyes.

It was a young man. His purple hair was like flowers, his face was cut like a knife, and his pair of purple golden pupils were like stars in the dark night. They were bright and deep, exuding a kind of evil charm.

Although the white robe is old, it is very neat and tidy, but there is still a lingering blood and sharpness on it.

Duanchou was very familiar with this aura and sharpness, but Wu Yue's sword blood and sharpness flowed on this person!
Seeing this, Duanchou's eyes turned cold, and there was already a touch of evil spirit between his brows.

A jade flute was emerald green and crystal clear. It seemed that it couldn't bear such a sad sound at this time, and several cracks had already opened. With the cracks together, the sad sound was not complete, but it was even more mournful.

The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, his body was pale, bloodless, his eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water without waves.

Ten feet around his body, the ground is full of corpses, white bones piled up, I don't know how long it has been decayed, under the dense bones, there is a layer of gray bone powder.

"You are that purple-eyed zombie! Drank the blood of my disciple's sword?!"

Duanchou let out a cold cry, a cold light burst from his eyes, he raised his sword finger, and there was a golden radiant sword that floated and puffed out, crushing the air, and making a howling sound of the sword.

It seems that the next moment, the sword gang will burst out, cut off his head, and kill him!

"A hundred-year-old man, a thousand-year-old corpse, the dead bones of relatives and friends, the world is silent, you can do it."

Putting down the jade flute, the young man spoke with a calm voice. There was a sense of death coming from his body, his white robe was undulating, and there was a sense of desolation rising in the hall. He had already intended to die.

"Since you want to die, then I will help you!"

Duanchou's heart moved slightly, but his complexion was icy cold. With a flick of his sword finger, a bright celestial sword gang roared out.

The golden-yellow divine sword splits and slashes the void, piercing through it like a rainbow. Its momentum is unmatched, and its fierce sharpness smashes bones and corpses all the way.

The young man's expression was calm, his eyes were on the sharp sword, he did not dodge or dodge, a piece of peace and tranquility, in this life and death line, in his eyes, there was a hint of relief.

"bang"

"you are"

The young man was a little astonished. The mighty sword exploded just before it touched the broken body, and the fine sword energy scattered and shattered his robe, hitting his face, neck, chest and arms. , leaving a series of small sword marks, which healed in an instant.

Taking a deep look at the young man, Duanchou said with some surprise: "You have no resentment on your body, you should seldom kill, and your blood is very weak. Except for my apprentice, you don't seem to have sucked the blood of others!"

The astonishment dissipated, the young man shook his head, with uncontrollable sadness on his face, and said: "I was seriously injured by your apprentice's sword and nearly died. Out of instinct, I sucked half of his sword blood. , and also denied half of his blood."

"But don't worry, your apprentice has not turned into a zombie. This is only good for him, not bad!"

Seeing Duanchou's gradually icy eyes, the young man realized something, looked at the other person, said calmly, and then said every word with a serious face: even if I want my soul to be scattered, I will never kill a life to take blood. "

"There are zombies like you!" Surprised Duanchou's eyes, he looked at the blood pool in the center of the hall, shook his head, and said with a half-smile: "You corpse king will be resurrected soon, wait for him to come out, I'm afraid it will be the first I have to shoot you to death."

"You mean about to leave?" The young man's eyes gradually showed a monstrous hatred, as if the endless ocean could be overthrown, he said coldly: "If he wakes up, I will be the first to suck his blood dry!"

Duanchou was speechless, a little stunned, and said: "You are really disobedient."

The young man kept silent, frowning sadly, and said: "Listen to your tone, you were originally a human, why did you become a zombie now? You are so angry, it's not like a corpse. The blood in your body is ancient and powerful, so it shouldn't be caused by corpse poison." .”

The young man looked up at the Xuanhuang Emperor's coffin above the main hall. His face was distorted and painful, and there was endless sorrow in his eyes. After a few breaths of silence, he let out a breath and said bitterly, "It's been a thousand years, and many things have been blurred, and I can't remember clearly."

"I just remember that thousands of years ago, a group of Taoists came to the village, lifeless and unfriendly. Among them, the old Taoist leader said that I was half-human, half-corpse, and I was destined to be extraordinary. If I don't want to go, they slaughtered our entire villa."

"That night, the blood moon hung high, corpses lay everywhere, parents, uncles, cousins ​​and younger sisters all fell in a pool of blood, gone, my close relatives and family members are gone, everything is gone!"

At this point, the young man's expression calmed down, but his extremely cold eyes and a trembling tone in his words betrayed him.

Apparently, the young man was not as calm as he appeared. On the contrary, he was very painful and hated, so that for thousands of years, everything has been vaguely forgotten, except for this period of the past, which has become more and more clear and can never be erased.

Hearing the young man's recounting of the past, Duanchou already had some understanding in his heart. If he expected correctly, the group of Taoists he met a thousand years ago should be members of the Yin Corpse Sect, and the leading old Taoist is probably the corpse. The soul is real.

It's just that the entire villa was slaughtered for no reason, whether it was a moment of anger, or a long-term plan, Duanchou has no way of knowing.

"I fell asleep for a hundred years, woke up again, and appeared in the bone wasteland, with nothing left, except for that memory, nothing!"

"I wandered around every day, sometimes sober, sometimes confused, just sticking to the bottom line, forced myself to eat zombies and ghost trees, until hundreds of years ago, I discovered the cave, where countless creatures were buried. Diffuse, wandering endless zombies!"

"Every once in a while, new creatures will appear in the cave, including beasts, humans, and even immortal monks."

"I never stopped stopping, but no one is willing to believe a zombie. They would rather stay in the cave and sacrifice blood to the corpse than come out."

"There are even some people who pretend to approach and gain trust. The purpose is to harm me and hold me hostage. They think they are smart, and in the end they often bury their corpses and turn into new zombies."

(End of this chapter)