Yu Wu

Chapter 169

Blood dripped down the golden sword and dripped onto the ground.

The sword light floated, reflecting two pairs of confronting eyes.

Those two pairs of eyes are both narrow and long, but one pair looks more serious, and the other pair looks thinner and colder.

Murong Chuyi narrowed his eyes slightly: "It's you?"

Mo Xi held the blade of Zhaoxue Sword in his hand.Even though a layer of defensive barrier was applied to his palm, Zhaoxue Shenwu's strength was still too great, his palm was still cut, and blood kept oozing out.

Mo Xi said: "Murong, stop it."

"..." Murong Chuyi didn't answer, but turned his blade into light, and suddenly took a few steps back, the white robe scattered the Zhaoxue Sword into dozens of small swords surrounding him, and then waved his wide sleeve , these sharp swords stabbed towards Mo Xifei in unison.

Xiao Lan'er who ran out together with Mo Xi exclaimed, "Brother Xihe! Be careful!"

Mo Xi propped up a huge defensive circle, protected the others behind the defensive circle, raised his other hand, and ordered: "Frankly, call!"

The snake whip suddenly jumped out from the palm, bursting with bright red light.He received Shuan Ran's whip with one hand, withdrew to the defensive circle at the moment when Jian Yu's attack disappeared, he swiped his long body and approached Murong, and swiped Shuan Ran's snake whip towards Murong quickly.

While fighting with Murong Chuyi, he sternly said to Xiao Lan'er, "Save me!"

Xiao Lan'er nodded hurriedly: "Okay...Okay!" She stumbled and rushed over, first threw herself into Jiang Yexue's arms, burst into tears, shouted "Mr. The fairy rope tied to Xue's body was untied.

Jiang Yexue murmured: "Why are you back... why are you still bringing Mr. Xihe..."

Xiao Lan'er was only focused on crying, she was still too young after all, so she couldn't answer anything.

Jiang Yexue didn't force her to answer, and just sighed: "Don't cry, go and save Chen Qing..."

"Woooooo...I, I'll save you now!"

Xiao Lan'er hurriedly loosened Yue Chenqing's restraint.Yue Chenqing was lying on the ground. He was still shaking up to this moment, but he didn't know if it was because of anger, fear, dread...or chills.Xiao Lan'er helped him up, Yue Chenqing looked at Murong Chuyi, who was fighting fiercely with Mo Xi in the distance, and as he watched, the bewilderment on his face gradually dissipated, tears filled his face again, and the pain made him His face twitched and contorted.

His cracked and dry lips murmured, as if he wanted to call Murong Chuyi, but before the word "four" came out, he was choked up.He turned his face abruptly, and when the tears welled up in his eyes, he raised his hand and wiped them away with a whimper.

He walked up to Jiang Yexue, and said with red eyes, "Brother..."

Jiang Yexue was slightly shocked. Yue Chenqing used to only call him hello, but after the relationship with him eased, she only called him Big Brother Jiang, and never called him directly.Sitting in a wheelchair, he raised his head, looking so at a loss for a moment.

On the other side, Mo Xi and Murong Chuyi fought like sparks, fighting for the top.Sometimes the snake whip turns into a spirit body, sometimes it dances into a flash, fighting with Murong Chuyi's Zhaoxue sword. Both of them are top monks with extremely fast movements. When they fight, they are dazzlingly fast. Xi's dismissal was very ruthless and direct, like a sharp knife piercing the opponent's weakness.However, Murong Chuyi's actions were like flowing wind returning to snow, pressing down from all directions and driving the enemy to a dead end.

The two met like meteors, the snake whip collided with the long sword, and the sword energy and flames that were wiped off shook the rock formations next to it, and the rocks trembled.

Mo Xi whispered: "Murong, you said you would visit him, recognize him, and consider his feelings. Why did you break your promise again?"

Murong Chuyi fought only with his sword, the golden red light reflected on his handsome face, and also fell on his cold phoenix eyes.He didn't answer anything, and he looked like "fight, fight, what's there to say".

"Murong, he is still expecting you to find him."

Murong Chuyi: "..."

With a flick of his wide sleeves, and the clouds blowing the snow, Murong Chuyi withdrew his long sword without saying a word, tapped his feet and swept back, and then raised his sword forward.The bright sword light reflected his pupils.

Murong Chuyi said: "Zhaoxue, remind Qianshan!"

The long sword in his hand suddenly scattered into countless shattered lights, and those shattered lights gathered behind him into a billowing spiritual wave. He was dressed in white clothes like a fairy, and when he raised his hand, he uttered a word without mercy: "Go .”

The snow wave is surging! !

Mo Xi's eyes darkened, and he said sharply, "Tun Tian!"

With the sound of a whale whistling, the spirit body of the heavy whale obeyed Mo Xi's call, swung its translucent body and swam towards Murong Chuyi's giant wave of Zhaoxue.In an instant, Bai Lian turned the waves, the whale, the sound of the whale swallowing the sky was like a distant echo from ancient times——it opened its huge mouth, sucking the continuous frenzied current into the abdominal cavity...

Under the impact of strong spiritual power, Mo Xi's black robe and Murong Chuyi's white robe fluttered, and the wind and waves almost fascinated people so much that they couldn't keep their eyes open.Mo Xi turned his head to Jiang Yexue and the others and said, "Let's go!"

When Xiao Lan'er heard what Mo Xi said, she cried again: "Brother Xihe..."

"Let's go!"

Jiang Yexue coughed up blood, and said in a low voice: "If I can wake up the Yin soldiers in the blood pool, that would be great..."

Yue Chenqing: "..."

The Yue family has suppressed the evil soldiers in the Blood Pool in the Huntian Cave for generations, but apart from suppressing them, these evil spirits have been sacrificed by the Yue family, and they are also willing to obey the orders of the head of the Yue family.

Yue Juntian's sudden death, coupled with his frail body, did not allow him to summon the Yin soldiers in the pool of blood.However, once Yue Juntian died, the position of head of the Yue family was postponed to his legitimate son—that is, Yue Chenqing who was born to his wife.

But Yue Chenqing's skill cultivation is still too weak.Moreover, he has always been playful and lazy, and he has never practiced the method of controlling Yin soldiers, so he is completely unable to perform it normally.

So at this time, upon hearing Jiang Yexue's sigh, Yue Chenqing's heart ached like a needle.

He was almost pierced by self-blame and grief. If he could wake up the dark soldiers in the blood pool, his uncle would not die, and the servants brought by the Yue family would not die either...

His fourth uncle...his fourth uncle couldn't kill so many people, he could have stopped it in time...

It's not like now, a hole in hell, blood everywhere, the person he admires has become so unrecognizable... If he worked hard... On weekdays... He would not be so idle and do nothing on weekdays...

So why this.

Why is this! ! !

Xiao Lan'er was still crying: "Don't... Brother Xihe... I don't want to run away..."

Mo Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Listen to me, go quickly."

But the child is small after all, after many stimulations, even if Mo Xi had given her the spirit-suppressing spell before, her easily runaway physique was still somewhat uncontrollable, and while she was crying, there was a faint tyrannical spiritual flame It exploded from her heart.

Jiang Yexue frowned and coughed up blood foam, and said anxiously, "Xiao Lan'er..."

If this goes on like this, once Xiao Lan'er goes berserk, she will not be able to distinguish between the enemy and me under the madness. I am afraid that the situation will become more and more unmanageable. If the trouble is not good, it will be difficult for everyone to get out of trouble, and they will even be buried in this messy corpse in the hole.

Just as he was about to force his sick body to cast spells and calm Lan'er's mind, suddenly his hands were stopped by the people around him.

Jiang Yexue said in astonishment, "Chen Qing?"

There were tears all over Yue Chenqing's face, but he was no longer as empty and dazed as before.He looked at Jiang Yexue and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, I'm sorry. It's always...it's always been my fault. I'm too lazy...and ignorant...too stupid. I always want to be a comfortable person Young master, I have never... never worked hard..."

"But this time..." Yue Chenqing choked with sobs, but his eyes did not move. He held Jiang Yexue's hand, "Let me do it this time."

"I'm the head of the Yue family."

"Chenqing, you—"

Yue Chenqing didn't pay attention to Jiang Yexue any more, he let go of Jiang Yexue's hand, performed lightness kung fu and jumped to the ghost order platform in the middle of the blood pool.

Seeing this, Jiang Yexue and Murong Chuyi's expressions changed.

Calling on the Yin soldiers in the blood pool is like a general leading an army. Only when their own strength is strong enough, those Yin soldiers will obey orders.Logically speaking, Yue Chenqing's strength is simply not up to standard.But if Yue Chenqing made up his mind and was willing to donate all of his spiritual power to control it, even at the cost of exploding his spiritual core, then it would be another matter.

Murong Chuyi probably saw his determination, and snorted coldly, a golden light flashed on the sleeve of his robe, forming a seal, only the rustling sound of the tide could be heard from outside.

Xiao Lan'er had sharp eyes and was the first to notice the situation. She exclaimed in shock, "Sir! Here we go again!"

Bamboo Warrior.

Hundreds of bamboo warriors holding diamond blades poured in from the corridors of the cave and outside the cave, surrounding Jiang Yexue and the others, while others rushed towards the Guiling Terrace where Yue Chenqing was.

It's just because Yue Chenqing, as the first heir of the Yue family, stood on the ghost order stage, which was somehow an inspiration to the Yin soldiers in the pool, so vague shadows jumped up in the blood pool, screaming and screaming at those who tried to pounce on Yue Chenqing. The bamboo warrior brought down the pool water.But the Bamboo Warriors were unintentional after all, a batch sank into the pool of blood, and the latecomers continued to attack without fear, and the situation was still out of control.

Xiao Lan'er's spiritual flow became more and more unstable. Jiang Yexue took her over and put the Spirit-Suppressing Curse on her again, but Jiang Yexue's spiritual power was not as good as Mo Xi's after all, and could suppress Xiao Lan'er's tyrannical spirit. Nuclear is just a drop in the bucket.

Xiao Lan'er cried: "Sir... Bamboo Warrior... You will too... You can too..."

Jiang Yexue shook his head, his eyes were extremely bitter, and he said: "That's what Chu Yi taught me. My bamboo warrior is just a pile of waste bamboo and broken wood in front of him."

Xiao Lan'er Xuanran: "How could this be..."

Seeing that the situation was getting more and more critical, Yue Chenqing's face turned pale. He made up his mind, condensed a thin blade, wiped a bloodstain on his palm, and dipped in the blood to draw a complicated spell on the spirit sealing stone in the center of the ghost order platform.

He really planned to rashly start summoning the monsters in the pool.

"Chenqing—!"

Jiang Yexue tried to stop Yue Chenqing, but the pool of blood between them had already started to gurgle, and they couldn't get close at all.

"Huntian, there is a pool of blood..."

"Yue Chenqing! Stop!"

However, Yue Chenqing sat on the ground, made seals with her hands, and whispered with her lips and teeth: "Blood Pond, Su Yin soldiers."

"Yue Chenqing!!!"

"Brother Chenqing..."

Yue Chenqing was chanting the summoning spell.

When his father taught him this set of incantations, he once told him: "Our Yue family is a weapon cultivator, and we don't need to practice any mental techniques that consume spiritual power on weekdays. There is only this technique, which is called killing. One thousand enemies will lose eight hundred. However, everything in this world is kung fu, so don’t be afraid of someone with a heart. If you have something to do, you should practice more. As long as you are proficient enough and your own foundation is strong enough, then this spell will not hurt you. It wouldn't be that scary."

Yue Chenqing remembered that she was lazily sitting on the bench and listening, her eyes were always fixed on Murong Chuyi who was standing in the corridor far away and talking with the servants.

Yue Juntian said: "You follow me to make seals, and then recite the mantra."

"There is a pool of blood in the sky."

Yue Chenqing casually said: "There is a pool of blood in the sky."

"Blood Pond Suyin Soldiers."

Yue Chenqing read it again, and the seal was also crooked: "Blood Pond Suyin Soldiers."

"The Yin soldiers want to borrow a way."

"Yin Soldier..."

Suddenly the wind picked up, and the apricot blossoms in the yard fell like rain, at this moment, Murong Chuyi finished talking with the servant and turned around.At that time, he was only attracted by the sound of the wind, and turned his head to watch Fang Fei fluttering in the courtyard, but he did not expect that Yue Chenqing was looking at him.He was startled for a moment, and at the same time, Yue Chenqing smiled brightly at him.

"Teach you how to practice! What a god!"

"Ouch--"

"I still don't follow your Laozi!"

Yue Chenqing felt aggrieved: "It's useless, what do I want to do by summoning the monsters from the Huntian Cave."

After finishing speaking, he purposely made his voice louder, and shouted: "If anything happens to me, my fourth uncle will be the first to come out to protect me!"

Yue Juntian didn't make a single call: "What do you think of him? He's just an outsider!"

"That's not true! The fourth uncle is the most powerful, and the fourth uncle is the best!" Xiaoyue Chenqing yelled resolutely, "He is not an outsider, he is my favorite little uncle!"

No matter what happens, he will be the first to protect me.

He is the strongest, the best.

He is my favorite little uncle...

Yue Chenqing opened his eyes, tears silently rolled down his cheeks, his whole body exuded a blood-red light, the counterattack scars of the Yin Soldier's Curse climbed up from the rock of Guilingtai, along his ankles, waist The legs were tangled all the way, spreading to his whole body.

The forcible command made him feel like a thousand ants devouring his heart, and it seemed like thousands of sharp needles pierced his flesh, producing barbs in his blood...

His father once told him that the pain of summoning the blood pool was the most unbearable pain.

Actually not.

Through the tears, Yue Chenqing looked at Murong Chuyi who was still fighting fiercely with Mo Xi, just like looking at the young man in white in the rain of flowers when he first learned this spell many years ago.

Yue Chenqing coughed up a mouthful of black and red blood, and with tears in her eyes, said hoarsely: "Yin soldiers, if you borrow..."

Murong Chuyi in Xinghuayu became more and more blurred, and his own laughter in the small courtyard at that time also became farther and farther away.

Fourth Uncle will always protect me.

He is not an outsider.

he……

The heartbreaking pain suddenly burst, Yue Chenqing knew he couldn't hold it for too long, translucent scarlet spiritual flames ignited all over his body, and he slammed his bloody right palm down on the front of the Lingshi Sealing Stone. In the middle, there was a sudden overcast wind, and the cave was dark.Dozens of bright red waterfalls splashed out from the pool of blood, and the sharp screams tore through the ground and rushed up ferociously!

"Kill them all, blockers!"

After uttering the last sentence, Yue Chenqing fell to his knees on the ghost order platform, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.In his vagueness, he could feel a sinister force devouring all the spiritual power he had accumulated in so many years of cultivation, his power became weaker and weaker, and it was irretrievably gone.

At the same time, a steady stream of yin soldiers jumped out of the blood pool, obeying the order of Yue Chenqing, the new head of the Yue family, and flooded towards Murong Chuyi's bamboo warrior like a tide.

In an instant, blood spattered, knives fell, broken bamboos flew, and the fighting shook the sky.

After all, the Yin soldiers are old ghosts who have been haunted for hundreds of years. No matter how strong those bamboo warriors are, they can't fight against them. Soon the battle began to fall on Yue Chenqing's side.The Yin soldiers who dismantled and smashed the bamboo warrior roared and rushed towards Murong Chuyi who was fighting with Mo Xi.

Originally, Murong Chuyi's melee strength was not as good as Mo Xi's, but now he was at his peak, and now he was being attacked from both sides, and he was retreating steadily.During this chaotic battle, a Yin soldier in the oblique stab grabbed the blade of the bamboo warrior, and while Murong Chuyi was blocking Mo Xi's attack, he stabbed at him suddenly.

Only a sneer was heard.

Murong Chuyi's glazed eyes turned away, his fair face was smeared with spots of blood, looking extremely eerie.He lowered his head and saw that the bayonet pierced his back and came out from under his ribs.

He paused for a moment, his figure staggered, and when his eyes turned back to Mo Xi again, he was actually a bit dazed.

"Mo Xi..."

When Mo Xi's gaze met him, his heart jumped suddenly. It was like some kind of primitive intuition that something was wrong. Immediately, a chill spread from his vest to the back of his neck: "You..."

Murong Chuyi's eyes seemed to change suddenly at this moment, he frowned and murmured in a low voice: "I...I'm not..."

He seemed to want to say something, but before he could say it, the knife that stabbed him was suddenly pulled out by the Yin soldier.

Murong Chuyi's body suddenly went limp, and suddenly he choked out a mouthful of blood, and fell from the mid-air with the lost spirit flow.Like a white butterfly falling into a spider's nest and falling into the dust.