Cultivation of Immortals Starts from the Roots

Chapter 53: White Bone Corpse, Sword Xiuyan Returns

"If I don't obey, will you use force? You can try, even if I die, I won't let you get what you want."

The friar surnamed Tong, who was biting her weak teeth, put on a fierce look. It was impossible to escape, but she would never let the other party wantonly insult her.

"Damn it, stinky bitch, don't eat the toast and eat the fine wine, do it..."

The big man surnamed Li had long been impatient, but this time he was irritated again, and immediately gave an order, and the few people around who had been impatient for a long time, immediately smiled grimly, and took out magic weapons one after another.

But at this moment, a loud "boom" was suddenly heard.

While everyone was stunned, the huge iron-backed mountain-piercing beast under the feet of the cultivator surnamed Fan actually slanted to the ground, its limbs danced wildly, and howled in pain.

"Whoa...uah"

The people on the beast's back also bumped up and landed on the ground in an instant, their faces full of disbelief.

"Damn it, let that little bastard get fucked, he actually touched the rotting corpse poison on his body!"

Cultivator surnamed Fan saw the catastrophe of the spirit beast he had tamed, so he hurried up to investigate, and roared angrily after a while.

"Hey, it's almost the end of the good show, and it's time to send fellow Taoists on their way."

Glancing casually, Xue Leng rubbed his eyelids boredly among the four beast-monitoring monks around.

The weak words contained endless coldness, like the cold wind blowing in winter, making everyone present shiver uncontrollably.

However, after getting timid, the monk surnamed Fan turned his head and glanced. Li Diyi's playful expression immediately regained his confidence, and he stepped forward boldly, pointing at Xue Leng with a vicious and bloodthirsty face and said:
"Could it be that your kid has lost his mind?
Just relying on you, you still want to show off in front of us, you are really fucking courting death!

Wait until I kill you, you ignorant bitch, and then play with that little bitch with Lao Li... Hahaha~"

After finishing speaking, the monk surnamed Fan laughed obscenely, although the other party looked quite bluffing.

But in real fighting, it still depends on cultivation base and magic weapon to speak, maybe this kid is just a silver rod wax spear head.

"That's right, look at this kid's madness, kill him, Senior Brother Fan!" The animal skin monks next to him also kept clamoring and echoed.

"That's good—you can die first." Xue Leng shook his head slightly, and quietly opened a black umbrella.

The cultivator surnamed Fan took advantage of his large number of people, and wantedonly to show off his prestige in front of everyone. Xue Leng's light words spread to everyone's ears.

"Puchi, he... what did he say? It seems to make me die, haha~"

The monk surnamed Fan seemed to have heard something funny, put his hands on his ears, pretended not to hear, and was posing very disdainfully, laughing loudly.

With a "dang", Xue Leng thrust the blood coffin behind him straight on the ground, slowly stretched out his right hand, pinched his two fingers and shouted:

"Bone corpse, open the coffin!"

next second!
There was a scarlet light in his eyes, and his whole body turned into a bloody light. Before he could finish blinking, he jumped in front of the cultivator surnamed Fan.

The right hand slashed out a blood light, and the left palm followed the extremely swift one, and fell towards the top of the opponent's head. The two forces interlaced and moved forward, extremely fierce!
When the monk surnamed Fan panicked, before he had time to resist, his head was slapped into his chest with a strong force.

The entire body also exploded under the unbearable load, and countless internal organs were scattered all over the ground like falling fireworks along with the bloody rain.

The animal skin monk who was closer, at the time of this shocking change, was so frightened that the souls of the dead jumped out, turned around and ran away.

Xue Leng didn't even look at it. He raised his hand and pointed at it, and the blood sword talisman went straight through the air, splitting it in two in an instant.

In less than a breath, two tenth-level Qi training monks fell into Xue Leng's hands.

On the other side, the bone corpses comparable to foundation-building monks are even more terrifying!
A pair of bony arms plucked fiercely into the jaws of the remaining two monks from the Beast Sect, shaking back and forth.

On the bloody and pitted head, two thin and long blood tendons stretched continuously from the eye sockets, binding the two of them tightly.

This is not finished!
The creepy corpse opened its mouth full of criss-crossed sharp teeth, biting the neck of the cultivator on the left.

The upper and lower four extremely sharp blood fangs, shining scarlet cold light, immediately pierced the skin of the neck when touched, and immediately sucked violently "gudong, gudong".

The skin monk's face was bloodless, and his eyes were dull, allowing the ghost corpse to do what it did, like a rotten tree.

The bones all over the body, "click" sounded continuously, it took a while, the body was like mud, and there was no human appearance.

After draining all the blood, the Bone Underworld Corpse opened its mouth fiercely, and with a click, it gnawed off most of the person's head.

In just a few breaths, two monks from the Beast Controlling Sect were devoured. The only trace that can prove his existence may be the swollen abdominal cavity of the bone corpse.

It only took about three breaths from Xue Leng's blatant attack to the time when the bones of the dead were wiped out.

"Bronze... Bronze Corpse!"

"This... this senior from Sky Corpse Valley, what happened just now... I think it was a misunderstanding, this junior will leave now, please senior... can let the villain go."

Li Diyi, who was pale-faced, stared in disbelief at the fallen corpses at his feet with his eyes fixed in a daze.

His tragic death, as well as the strong smell of blood constantly wafting from the corpse, stimulated his senses all the time.

It made him want to vomit, but he finally couldn't resist the fear of death in his heart. He knelt on the ground trembling, holding the storage bag with both hands, and begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face.

"Fellow Daoist misunderstood, Xue is not from Tianshi Valley."

Seeing this scene, Xue Leng took back the blood sword talisman expressionlessly, and immediately beckoned to the Bone Underworld Corpse.

In less than a moment, in a scream of "ah", Li Di was bitten off his limbs in an instant.

"Crackling~"

With only his body left, he howled crazily on the ground, and with a crackling sound, his brain burst, and his death seemed horrible.

"receive!"

Feeling the bloodthirsty madness in the heart of the bone corpse, Xue Leng didn't dare to be careless, and quickly frowned and put it into the blood coffin.

"I didn't expect that it would be so difficult to control this corpse under the shackles of the Underworld Corpse Pact."

But what surprised him was that within a moment of thinking, the discerning monk surnamed Tong had already collected all the storage bags on the ground, and handed them over with the one on her waist.

This move made Xue Leng hesitate a little, his eyes flickering with flickering gloom.

"Good eyes, exactly the same as Xue Mou back then."

After being silent for a long while, Xue Leng didn't move at all when he saw the intertwined blood and tears on the face of monk surnamed Tong, and slowly took out a silk handkerchief from the storage bag.

Immediately, he stretched out his hand towards the opponent's face.

As soon as Sipa touched his face, monk surnamed Tong shook violently all over his body, as if what was stuck to his face was not a silk scarf, but a soldering iron.

She only felt that the silk scarf slowly wiped off the blood for herself, and then slowly moved to her forehead, covering her entire face.

The blood-stained silk scarf, like a piece of dead grave paper, was tightly attached to the face of monk surnamed Tong.

The pungent smell of blood constantly impacted her psychological defenses, and the vision obscured by the scarlet magnified the fear in her heart infinitely.

Seeing nothing, she struggled to control her convulsive and trembling body, trembling repeatedly:
"Brother Xue...have mercy..."

"Eat it, and after leaving the valley, come to the Hall of Spirit Talismans to find me."

Xue Leng said in a low voice, and by the way, he stuffed a green pill into the mouth of the monk surnamed Tong.

Immediately, a faint spiritual force popped out from the fingertips, and lightly hit the veil.

Immediately, the bloody watermelon crumbled on the spot, turning into red catkins flying all over the sky, floating among the hills full of stumps.

"Guru~"

Intentionally or unintentionally, the broken spiritual power hit the throat of monk surnamed Tong.

After all, he put away the storage bag, turned and walked out.

After a while, the monk surnamed Tong who had collapsed on the ground struggled to prop up one arm, and got up from the ground unsteadily.

The dried blood was mixed with mud, covering her body with a filthy coat.

After panting a few times, he raised his sleeves and feebly wiped the cold sweat off his face.

Cold, dangerous, ferocious, vicious, and that murderous aura that seems to be real!
These are all her impressions of Xue Leng.

Although it was only a short breath, the other party's indifferent and cold eyes could not be lingered, entangled in his heart like a nightmare.

"call."

Taking a deep breath, she shook her head, not daring to think too much.

He tied his own storage bag on the ground to his waist, and after a careful inspection, he sneaked towards one side and lurked away.

The central area of ​​Demon Sealing Valley, Danghun Valley.

Yan Hui pinpointed the direction of the teleportation array, and then hurried on for about three hours.

Suddenly, his vision brightened, and his field of vision widened.

Unexpectedly, there is a mountain within a mountain here.

Surrounded by mountains, there is a small black mountain shaped like a tomb. This mountain feels very awkward.

The top of the mountain was not only shrouded in gray-white mist, but it was also slightly glowing. On the top of the mountain, one could faintly see an ancient building that had been abandoned for a long time.

"A building? The portal won't be in such an unlucky place..."

Yan Hui just took a look, and suddenly felt that his eyes went dark, and immediately found himself in a dark red coffin.

Inside lay a blood-white infiltrating skeleton, wriggling blood threads, converging into a huge vortex, as if it wanted to suck its own soul!
Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and Yan Hui immediately regained his clarity.

With his powerful spiritual sense comparable to the early stage of foundation establishment, he was able to tell the truth at a glance, this building is weird!
Moreover, this mountain is very cloudy, and there is a strange and evil atmosphere everywhere. The most important thing is that the gray-white mist does not look right, giving people a very dangerous feeling.

This feeling, very uncomfortable, is an underlying fear of facing unknown dangers.

"It's really unlucky, it seems that I have to find another portal out of the valley."

Just when Yan Hui was about to leave, a cold voice sounded from beside his ears.

"Since they're all here, why bother to leave?"

Yan Hui was surprised!
Xin Dao's own experience is still too superficial, and he didn't realize that there is actually a person hiding here.

However, since my whereabouts have been exposed, I might as well be more relaxed, simply smiled, and looked back at the person who just spoke.

With the help of the dim moonlight, he finally saw the appearance of the person coming.

On a dying old tree, leaning on a coffin-carrying Taoist wearing a strange corpse robe.

On his pale face, a pair of deep, dark eyes flashed darkly, staring at him expressionlessly at this moment, like a poisonous snake ready to go.

While Yan Hui was looking at Xue Leng, Xue Leng was also looking at him.

This person has an ordinary face, carrying a dark gold sword case on his back. Against the backdrop of the sharp sword robe, his thin body looks very well-proportioned.

"Sword repair?" Xue Leng took a deep look at the sword box, feeling a little curious.

This is the No.2 sword cultivator he has ever seen, and the first one is naturally the unparalleled talent Elder Situ Yu.

I heard early in the morning that pure swordsmanship not only has amazing killing power, but also far exceeds the same level of combat power, and the best of them can even challenge by leapfrogging.

I don't know if the person in front of me is as powerful as the rumors, for a while, Xue Leng was also a little uncertain about paying attention.

Yan Hui's scalp was a little numb, he cupped his hands, and asked politely:
My surname is Yan, and the single name has one word Hui. I am a member of the Yan family in the Zijing Valley under the command of the Supreme Master of the True Spirit. Dare I ask you how to call it? "

The tone was neither urgent nor slow, but very gentle, and there was a feeling of spring breeze in the ears.

"Don't dare, my surname is Xue, and my single name is a cold word, but I am the closed disciple of the real person Baiji in Tianshi Valley." Xue Leng slightly clasped his fists and said nonsense.

"Hundred bones real person?"

Yan Hui obviously had never heard of this name before, but he was only slightly taken aback, then his brows stretched, and he continued:
"It turned out to be the disciple of Patriarch Baiku, I have admired him for a long time!"

Although it was a polite word, what he said was very sincere, every word and every word, without the slightest affectation.

"If Yan's guess is correct, there should be a portal to leave the valley here."

After the polite words, Yan Hui changed the subject and looked straight at Xue Leng.

"That's right, according to Zongmen's instructions, there should indeed be a portal here, but I just passed by here by chance and didn't go deep into it."

Xue Leng shrank the left hand of the blood sword talisman into his sleeve, and replied frankly.

Hearing this, Yan Hui pinched his chin thoughtfully, after pondering for a moment, he smiled loudly and said:
"Since that's the case, why don't we go in together to test it out? It's better if there are more than one person to take care of us.

I am not afraid of being laughed at by fellow Taoists when I say it, when Yan entered this place, there was a faint sign of his liver and gallbladder being torn, luckily he met Brother Xue. "

Seeing Yan Hui's terrified expression, Xue Leng felt amused, he wouldn't even believe such nonsense.

"Your Majesty has this intention. Since the Supreme Master of the True Spirit has set up the portal here, there should be no danger."

(End of this chapter)