Chapter 399 Yanghou

"fire!"

Zhang Fawei turned over, dodged the rocks thrown at him, and shouted to the Longhushan disciples behind him.

In the darkness, a little Taoist priest with a round face pulled out a string of talismans braided with silver threads from his arms.

"It's obvious that it exists, but it's unknown that it doesn't exist. The fire from the earth rises, driving away dragons and snakes——"

But those terrifying cold winds in the air seemed to be the natural aversion to light and warmth.

It suddenly turned around and rushed towards the fire that suddenly lit up in the darkness.

In the attack of Yin Feng, the talisman in the little Taoist priest's hand only flickered.

Then the talisman, which could burn for nine hours, was instantly turned into ashes in the fierce burning and dissipated in the hands of the little Taoist priest.

"save--"

But the fire at that moment still allowed the little Taoist priest to see the strange scene in front of him.

The little Taoist priest opened his mouth wide, subconsciously raised his trembling fingers, and pointed forward with fear in his eyes.

He finally knew where the sudden roar and the sound of water flowing in the darkness came from.

Not far away, the Shinto was connected to the only suspension bridge that could cross the underground river. At this moment, it was swallowed up by the dark red blood that did not know whether it spread from the underground river or flowed from the Beijing Temple.

The blood spread extremely fast. The little Taoist priest saw the skeleton warrior wielding snow-white leg bones rushing toward him on the blood wave. The sudden stop of the fire and the darkness that followed deprived him of his vision and at the same time magnified it. His other senses were activated, allowing him to feel the cold touch that spread instantly from the soles of his feet.

The red and sticky water had already submerged his ankles, and was still spreading along his skin wrapped under the blue robe.

"save--"

The little Taoist priest subconsciously stepped back, but the red liquid under his feet was like a pair of iron-like hands, clamping down on his feet.

He could only harbor the fear of death in the darkness, feeling those bone spears that carried the aura of the ancient wilderness thousands of years ago, and pierced his face with a sharp neighing sound.

These red liquids were so terrifying that even Zhang Fawei couldn't break away for a moment and couldn't rush to rescue in time.

And it's not just that his Taoism has little effect on these things.

Even the powerful Forbidden Warriors beside them could only stand on the spot, waving their halberds with both hands and flying, driving away the bones and skeletons around them.

No one can save——

When the sound of bones colliding together like the war dance of prairie warriors before going out for battle was accompanied by the cold bone spears.

The little Taoist priest could even feel the bone-deep itching coming from the rash that subconsciously appeared on his forehead due to fear.

He didn't know what kind of substance the bloody liquid at his feet was. His legs had lost consciousness at this time and could not move. The only remaining feeling was the sensation that was transmitted from the legs to the brain. He didn't know if it was reality or an illusion. Numb and cool.

It was as if on a hot summer day, a pair of big hands wearing ice silk gloves gently opened up the skin that had become hot due to exposure to the scorching sun, revealing the flesh and blood under the skin that had already been unbearably hot, and used the cold wind in the ice cellar to warm themselves up. Reduces heat and relieves heat.

This strange and subconsciously addictive feeling made the little Taoist priest's hair stand on end.

Before he could make up his mind to break free from the quagmire of this dream, the cold bone spear above his head had already scratched the skin of his forehead.

The time for his death has come——

No one present could save him.

Except me, of course.

"The wild god should have been buried underground for the rest of his life and never came out——"

With that deep whisper.

Suddenly, a bright light burst out from the center of the underground palace from the source of the sound, causing everyone to cover their eyes subconsciously.

For a moment, people seemed to see a sudden rising sun in the cursed darkness. It's like a shooting star that burns endlessly.

Tearing apart the darkness and decay that had been buried for thousands of years in this underground palace.

The little Taoist priest opened his eyes.

He saw in front of him that the bone spear with his own blood left in the hand of the noble man of the Ming Dynasty whom Zhang Zhenren called the Duke of Zhenguo, collapsed, and the bone soldiers holding the spear also turned into powder.

And with that blazing light swaying the entire underground palace.

The blood-red substance under my feet seemed to have encountered a natural enemy at this moment.

Started to disperse in all directions on its own.

And as the red liquid receded, there was a pain in his legs that almost made him faint.

I saw that the robe that originally covered his knees had rotted away under the erosion of the red liquid, and the leggings that protected his legs had also disappeared.

Pieces of rotten and pus-producing skin were exposed behind it, as well as snow-white maggots rolling and cultivating in it.

The sudden pain made him roll his eyes and fall backward.

Fortunately, Zhang Fawei caught his body in time so that he wouldn't fall to the ground and cause any problems.

Zhu Houcong looked at the scarlet liquid seeping out from the Jingguan in front of him.

The liquid in front of him returned to the dark corner of the underground palace under the illumination of the Three Yang Mysterious Fire.

Then a blood-red figure gathered together.

It has a human torso, but there are no fingers on the hands and feet. Only the head is relatively complete, with all the five senses.

But it seems to have been plundered from completely different groups of people and pieced together.

He stared at Zhu Houcong in front of him when he felt the aura that he hated so much and regarded as his mortal enemy.

The surrounding blood-red waves connected to the underground river surged more intensely.

"The dependent of destiny, the pure breath of three days——"

What is surprising is that when faced with the ancient language that was like a song spoken by the ancient god, everyone was able to understand its meaning without any hindrance.

But they did not give everyone time to be surprised and understand how the god who was in charge of the waves of the world in the pre-Qin period in front of them did all this. The god named Yanghou in front of them had already set off a raging wave, carrying him. The skeleton soldiers nearby will charge towards the Emperor Ming Ting in front of him.

"die!"

He roared in a low voice, looking at the man in front of him who looked like the rising sun, his eyes full of resentment, as if he saw the enemies who had sealed him here in the past and would not stop fighting.

A thunderous sound like a war drum came from the bloody raging waves, and the waves surged in an even more agitated way.

Following the bones of the demon soldiers, they rushed towards Zhu Houcong who had drawn the King of Qin Sword and had a slightly solemn look.

Lingyanghou is overflowing! How thin is the sudden soaring!

Since ancient times, Yang Hou has not been a good person in Chinese legends.

Raising huge waves, flooding houses, devouring people and animals...

They even attack large armies and plunder fresh blood food for them to enjoy.

Even when King Wu of Zhou inherited the army from Heaven, Marquis Yang dared to raise a big wave to block it and demand sacrifices.

What's more, now, after being sealed here by the Han people for thousands of years.

Yang Hou's character will only become more violent and cruel after seeing the light of day again.

(End of this chapter)

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