"What's the matter, you didn't hesitate to kneel down for me, and let me leave clearly, you have helped me too much. Gao Xingyuan looked over Zhang Zhao's shoulder and sighed: "It's a pity that my skills are not as good as others, and I have to take the first step before my ambition is paid." ”

He recalled the situation when he left Lingxiao, and said with a little self-deprecation: "I also promised to take care of you, but I didn't expect that it would be humiliating for me, and I couldn't stand you." ”

Xiao Zihong, including Gao Xingyuan, couldn't help but shed tears when she saw Gao Xingyuan like this. At this time, I heard someone next to me exclaiming: "Look at it, is that guy a little different." ”

The cultivators around the circle where Xi Jiujue was all pointing and talking about the strange corpse, the strange corpse that had been slashed all over his body in the battle with Gao Xingyuan looked much better at the moment. Many of the wounds on his body that were dripping with yellow water had closed, and even the large crack in his chest and abdomen was growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Stretching out his hand to pull out Gao Xingyuan's long sword from the monster corpse and throw it aside, Xi Jiujue showed a look of satisfaction: "It seems that this kid's flesh and blood essence is really effective, and my puppet power has increased a little." ”

Needless to say, everyone also found that this strange corpse was indeed much more energetic than before Gao Xingyuan's move, and the wounds could no longer be seen on the original skin and fleshy face, and the ghost cultivation of the Imperial Corpse Sect really had some doorways, and the strange corpse that had been dead for a long time could still absorb the flesh and blood aura from the living.

"If you continue like this, if you suck a few more, who will dare to be my enemy?" Xi Jiujue looked at the frightened expressions of the cultivators around him and teased: "Don't just look at it, didn't you shout very happily just now, who will fight me again?"

The few cultivators who originally despised Xi Jiu's despicable behavior and wanted to step forward to challenge him had already begun to retreat. Lingxiao Mo Junfeng and several people from the Huangfu family were limited by the rules that they couldn't challenge each other and couldn't make a move, so they had to watch Xi Jiu show off his might.

"Xi Jiujue, after entering the realm of life and death, I will never die with you. Mo Junfeng raised his voice and shouted, "I'll let you live for these two days." Although Huang Fuchen and the cultivators in the rest of the circle did not speak, their eyes looking at Xi Jiujue were all full of murderous intent.

"Is it?" Xi Jiu was completely unafraid: "When my puppet cleans up all the blood and qi of that kid, it may not be who dies first." When the time comes, you will just wait for the blood to be sucked out one by one. ”

His arrogant appearance finally angered the onlookers, and a cultivator stepped forward with a heavy machete in his hand: "Don't wait until then, I'll chop you and this monster together now." You two are so stinky that you don't even eat dogs. ”

Xi Jiu never laughed angrily: "That's right, just invite this hero to come in and perform this feat." We two stinking monsters can't wait. ”

The cultivator with the machete was just about to step forward, but Zhang Zhao suddenly stood up: "This big brother, can you let me come this time." ”

Without waiting for the cultivator to respond, the Lingxiao crowd shouted in unison, "No. Xiao Zihong held Gao Xingyuan's head and couldn't stand up, so anxious that her voice changed tone, and she shouted without words: "Silly boy, are you crazy?

Gao Xingyuan didn't notice anything wrong with Xiao Zihong's words at all, he shouted, "Zhang Zhao, come back quickly." I can't go. Mo Junfeng and others also spoke out one after another.

The sword-wielding cultivator was stunned on the spot, and he was angry and wanted to rush forward to compete, but the actions of these people to dissuade Zhang Zhao made him realize that this matter was really dangerous. However, what Zhang Zhao did just now made him remember it vividly, so he shouted boldly: "This little brother, listen to them, let me come." ”

Zhang Zhao bowed his hand: "Please, big brother, this invitation must be given to me." After speaking, he turned around and looked at Gao Xingyuan and smiled: "Senior Brother Gao, please relax, no matter who it is, there must always be someone to accompany you on the road." ”

Although these words are plain, they contain an unending determination that moves everyone. Lingxiao and everyone have always regarded him as a junior brother, and they never thought that Zhang Zhao could say such decisive words.

While the sword-wielding cultivator was still hesitating, Zhang Zhao had already stepped into the circle in front of Xi Jiujue amid the exclamations of everyone. Seeing that the matter was irreparable, everyone held their breath and stopped speaking. Tens of thousands of cultivators in front of the realm of life and death all gathered together, paying attention to this seemingly disparity in strength.

Xi Jiujue watched Zhang Zhao pull out the knife and stick from his waist, and sighed deliberately: "Originally, I thought that you kid was quite pleasing to the eye, but you don't want to challenge yourself with your life, then you can't blame me." ”

Zhang Zhao's expression was calm, and the golden light in his brain dispersed, enveloping Xi Jiujue and the strange corpse, and everything in the circle was reflected in his mind. Without any emotion, Zhang Zhao said softly: "Lingxiao Zhang Zhang Zhao, please advise." ”

The indifference in his eyes made Xi Jiu have no reason to be afraid, and in order to hide the discomfort in his heart, Xi Jiu Jue hooked his hands to Zhang Zhao's shoulders. At the same time, the strange corpse jumped out to the side, and the ten fingers grabbed Zhang Zhao's waist with the wind.

Before going on the field, Zhang Zhao had repeatedly deduced the offensive path of Xi Jiujue and the strange corpse several times in his mind. On the side of his body, knives and sticks came out in unison, blocking Xi Jiujue's curved blade, and at the same time, the fingertips of the strange corpse swept a few inches behind his waist.

In the midst of everyone's exclamations, Zhang Zhao combined the Qiankun Knife Technique and the Fengxing Technique, and with the calculation in his mind, he dodged the attack between Xi Jiujue and the strange corpse again and again.

After dozens of moves, everyone, including Xi Jiujue, put away their contempt for Zhang Zhao, although Zhang Zhao turned over and fell over with more than a dozen knife moves, and his footwork was very usual, but it gave people a feeling that the moves were just right.

Every step Zhang Zhao took was like measuring it with a ruler in advance, accurately grabbing the gap between Xi Jiujue's attack, and it was even more tiger and tiger if he didn't fight for the immortal in his hand, Xi Jiujue intersected with Zhang Zhao's blade several times and his arm was sore, and he didn't dare to touch him anymore.

"How can this be?" Not only Xi Jiujue, everyone was in general thought, and Gao Xingyuan, who was dying, was also shocked by this scene, he seemed to have taken a dose of elixir, sat up and looked at the field intently.

At the beginning, eight of Zhang Zhao's ten moves were on defense, and with the change of the battle situation, it was already a mixed offense and defense. Later, the golden light flashed in his mind, and the offensive routines of Xi Jiujue and the strange corpse were all clear in his chest. The Immortal Dance was broken into two black lights, and the offensive accounted for more than eighty percent.

Xi Jiujue began to feel that something was wrong, not only did Zhang Zhao's strength make him unable to parry, but what was even worse was that whenever Zhang Zhao's inconspicuous knife slashed at the strange corpse, Xi Jiujue felt the same way. Although others have not yet noticed it, Xi Jiujue is heartbroken.

In the past, when he used the Necroceter, although some feelings would be transmitted back, he had never felt such a clear and obvious pain. Zhang Zhao's every knife was not only slashed at the monster corpse, but also like slashing at the wisp of soul thought that he controlled the monster corpse.

Without waiting for Xi Jiujue to come up with a countermeasure, at the same time as Zhang Zhao made a move, he recited the requiem mantra just now in his mouth again, and as soon as the spell sounded, the strange corpse controlled by Xi Jiujue was like carrying a big stone on his body, and his movements were obviously slow.

When Zhang Zhao was chanting to Gao Xingyuan just now, he sensed that there was something abnormal about the strange corpse behind him with his soul sense. It was a miracle to be bold now, and although he didn't know what the reason was, the offense was more handy.

The dozen or so black-clothed people who came with Xi Jiujue in the distance had been sitting still, and when Zhang Zhao's loud incantation voice came, these people's bodies trembled imperceptibly. They looked at each other, their eyes full of horror.

As Zhuo Xuhan said on the shore of Qinglian Lake that day, the so-called ghost cultivation is just a branch of the soul method. The cultivators above the Five Profound Sects now know very little about the Soul Method, let alone know that the requiem spell that Yuan Ming taught Zhang Zhao is the best way to restrain all the corpse arts.

Originating from the soul of the soul method, it was created hundreds of years ago by some soul cultivators who missed their deceased relatives, and they used the soul method to collect the souls of their relatives who had just died, and then forcibly penetrated into the corpse, trying to bring the most important people in their lives back to life.

However, no matter how hard they tried, they could only barely let their relatives say a few words when they returned to their souls, and then they would dissipate forever. After this kind of longing reached an extreme, there was a soul cultivator who comprehended the art of resisting corpses from the soul method.

They separated a small part of their soul and fused with the person who had just died, and used their own soul power to maintain the operation of the corpse except for the spiritual intelligence, and some soul cultivators with superb cultivation could even make the corpse they were guarding like a cultivator to practice qi and break through the realm.

It's a pity that these things are so shocking that the corpse soul cultivators are either criticized, or they leave the town on their own and hide in the barren mountains. Over time, although the art of corpse control has been handed down, it has become notorious in the minds of people.

The art of corpse control is extremely difficult to comprehend, and if you fail to successfully melt your soul within seven days, you will lose all your efforts. There are less than 100 cultivators in the Heavenly Puppet Sect, and only a few people in front of this life and death realm can successfully resist corpses. If it weren't for the fact that the aura around the realm of life and death was of great benefit to them and the corpses they guarded, they would not have appeared in front of the world so blatantly.

The requiem mantra recited by Zhang Zhao was originally intended to make the frightened soul more stable in union with himself, and then let him leave peacefully and peacefully after the death of the body, without the pain of separation of body and soul. But for Xi Jiujue, who was in the process of resisting the corpse, this incantation was tantamount to a flood beast.

The part of Xi Jiu's soul power gradually condensed on the body of the monster corpse, and there was even a tendency to pull more of his own soul power in the past. This strange corpse of his was left behind by a senior of the Heavenly Puppet Sect, and his own cultivation was above Xi Jiujue, and at this time, under the effect of Zhang Zhao's requiem spell, he couldn't take back the part of the soul power he released.

As Xi Jiujue's part of the soul became more and more stable on the strange corpse, the feeling transmitted back became more real. It is indisputable that every time he slashes over the strange corpse, there is no blood flowing out, and only a dry wound is cut, which is reflected in the severe pain on Xi Jiujue's body.

Zhang Zhao didn't know the subtle changes between the person and the corpse opposite, and only felt that the requiem spell did have some restraint effect on the corpse technique, so he kept chanting in his mouth, and the immortal in his hand was waved out one after another, and the strange corpse was hit again and again.

Everyone next to him could see the change in the situation, since the movement of the monster corpse had slowed down, Xi Jiu was definitely not as flexible as before. Therefore, in everyone's opinion, killing the monster corpse first is the best way.

"Little brother, don't worry, chop that monster to pieces first. The onlookers came up with advice: "It's not too late to clean him up again." ”

Zhang Zhao also felt that this was a good way, so he focused his attack on the monster corpse, and the Qiankun knife technique was used in one move, leaving countless knife marks on the monster corpse in a moment.

Xi Jiujue has endured all the hardships now, if these knife and stick moves had fallen on him, he would have been able to avoid this pain a long time ago, but in these years of cultivation, the strength of the monster corpse's physical body was already above him, and after absorbing Gao Xingyuan's essence blood just now, it was almost impossible for ordinary slashing to cause much damage.

Even Zhang Zhao's imposing "Heng Quan Qiankun" slashed at the waist of the monster corpse, and he couldn't go deep after only cutting a few inches. Xi Jiujue screamed as if he had been cut off by a knife.

Zhang Zhao repeated the more than a dozen Qiankun knife techniques twice, and the monster corpse was scarred and still did not fall. Xi Jiu was forced to retreat by Zhang Zhao several times, and immediately rushed again with a howl under the piercing pain.

Seeing Xi Jiujue's distorted appearance, Zhang Zhao felt that he had used the right method. So he dodged Xi Jiujue's attack, and the knife and stick slashed at the head of the monster corpse again and again.

After more than a hundred moves, the monster corpse was covered with large and small wounds, but some of the small wounds healed immediately. The skull that had been broken by Zhang Zhao's stick no longer flowed foul-smelling yellow water.

Xi Jiujue's lips were bitten by himself, and his tongue was also blurred with flesh and blood, and he couldn't say anything to admit defeat. He wanted to escape from the circle several times, but was forced to retreat by Zhang Zhao, who kept making moves around the strange corpse.

Looking at Xi Jiujue, who was bleeding from the corners of his mouth and looking hideous, the onlookers thought that he had some vicious spells. shouted for Zhang Zhao to hurry up and knock down the monster corpse. Zhang Zhao quickened his pace and attacked with all his strength around the strange corpse.

Everyone could see that Xi Jiu had fallen behind, but he still had scruples about the strange corpse that was like an immortal body. Then someone suddenly made a discovery and shouted, "That monster's flesh will not grow again if it is cut off." ”

Zhang Zhao sliced a piece of flesh on the monster corpse with a move, Xi Jiu snorted in pain, seeing that the monster corpse really couldn't heal itself, Zhang Zhao immediately changed his move to break the immortal defense, and danced to cut the monster corpse.

When it comes to meat cutting, the people present are not as good as Zhang Zhao. In Zhang Zhao's eyes, the strange corpse was like a hanging livestock, but it saved the process of bloodletting and skinning.

Reciting the scriptures in his mouth, Zhang Zhao took the knife technique of separating flesh and bone that he practiced during the Baimu Competition to the extreme, and the skin and flesh on the strange corpse fell one by one, and in a blink of an eye, a ball was piled up on the ground. Then he was trampled to pieces.

Xi Jiujue's mouth was full of blood and white foam, and he couldn't make a sound, and he stepped forward with a few crazy dancing blades. After being cautiously blocked back by Zhang Zhao with Po Xian, his body was already in pain and he couldn't exert any strength.

Compared with the livestock that was divided in a few breaths, Zhang Zhao felt that it was much slower now. Under Xi Jiujue's almost unconscious command, the strange corpse still struggled to attack Zhang Zhao. This greatly affected his speed.

The carrion on the arm of the strange corpse gradually revealed the white bones, and then Zhang Zhao threw two slashes, and Bai Sensen's two arm bones were separated from the strange corpse. Then both legs were cut off, and they were about to fall to the ground.

At this time, Zhang Zhao was very strange in the eyes of everyone, he recited solemn and peaceful scriptures in his mouth, but the knife in his hand was very careful to divide the limbs of the strange corpse. Completely blind to the disgusting chunks of carrion.

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the two legs of the strange corpse finally left the body. Xi Jiujue staggered and rushed up, and after being dodged sideways by Zhang Zhao, he had been tortured and collapsed by the pain in his body, he bit several teeth, and raised his curved blade to stab into his chest and abdomen.

With the sky-shattering cheers of everyone, Zhang Zhao hurriedly walked to the body of the monster corpse that had no hands and feet but was still struggling, and the knives and sticks in his hands came out together, smashing a transparent hole between the chest and abdomen of the monster corpse.

"Oh. Xi Jiu fell to the ground with his hand on his chest, his whole body arched and suddenly straightened, Zhang Zhao looked at him with a sense of understanding. Raising the Broken Immortal high, it hit the head of the twitching monster corpse dozens of times in a row.

Xi Jiujue covered his head and screamed, the kind of pain that surpassed death actually made him give birth to a kind of strength, and he staggered to his feet and pounced on Zhang Zhao.

Zhang Zhao made a move of "Splendid Qiankun" to hover close to the ground, and Xi Jiujue's legs were broken and fell to the ground on his back. Zhang Zhao jumped in front of the strange corpse again, and the knife and stick in his hand rained down. He skillfully controlled the power in his hands, slowly shattering the remains of the strange corpse.

Since the battle, Zhang Zhao has always had a calm expression on his face, even if he is facing the wreckage of the monster corpse that has been in a mess at this moment, he has not been merciless, and he has turned a deaf ear to the miserable howl of Xi Jiujue next to him.

Xi Jiu, who was in tears, held on to the ground with his hands: "Ha, ha, ha." "The screaming is non-stop. The wisp of soul thoughts that had wrapped around the strange corpse had made him experience the endless pain of going to hell hundreds of times. He screamed for a long time before everyone realized that all he was shouting over and over again was: "Kill me." ”

After a while, the strange corpse turned into a puddle of rotten meat, and Xi Jiujue was already rolling his eyes and trembling all over, as if his soul was about to leave his body. The requiem spell in Zhang Zhao's mouth rose again, and Xi Jiujue gradually came back to his senses, looking at Zhang Zhao's eyes full of fear.

"You just said that if your words don't count, you will die with a thousand cuts. Zhang Zhao already understood the feeling connection between Xi Jiujue and the strange corpse: "If it's not enough, then we'll continue on you." ”

When Xi Jiu heard this, his whole body trembled like falling into an ice cellar, and he stood up and touched the ground with his head: "Ha, ha." Seeing this, the cultivator next to him also understood that Xi Jiujue's pain was derived from the strange corpse that had been smashed into flesh, and it was natural that the pain of this ghost cultivator of the Imperial Corpse Sect who dared to be the enemy of all the cultivators could beg for death.

"Senior Brother Zhang Zhao, this is enough. The flush of excitement on Gao Xingyuan's face faded, and the light in his eyes began to dim: "The Imperial Corpse Sect is all demonic and evil, so there is no need to cause another incident for me." He can't live like that. ”

Looking back at Xiao Zihong and the others, Gao Xingyuan smiled: "The big revenge is avenged, leaning on the jade and incense, good friends are on the side, and there is no ...... in death" His voice gradually lowered, and before the last word could be spoken, his head hung forward softly and without breath. The sound of chanting in Zhang Zhao's mouth immediately sounded, and Xiao Zihong and the surrounding Lingxiao disciples all wept.

Xi Jiujue, who couldn't afford to fall to the ground, originally believed that he would die, but after listening to Gao Xingyuan's words, a ray of life ignited in his chest. He's just been hit hard. There are many secret methods for soul cultivation in the Heavenly Puppet Gate, and there is still a great hope of survival.

He raised his eyes to see his fellow door walking in the distance, and hurriedly crawled up to meet him. Seeing that Zhang Zhao was still motionless and reciting the scriptures, Xi Jiujue sped up his movements, thinking that he would report Ling Chi's suffering after recovering from his injuries.

There are still a few clicks to climb out of the circle, Xi Jiujue looked at Zhang Zhao's back and was ecstatic. He was about to turn around and climb again, when he suddenly felt a few coldness on his body, and his eyes began to blur, and the sharp pain that had just subsided was overwhelming again.

Zhang Zhao stared at Xi Jiujue, who had several fatal wounds on his back but no blood flowed out: "I said, between the two of us, one of us will always accompany Senior Brother Gao." Xi Jiujue, who was lying on the ground and twitching, heard him continue before his consciousness completely disappeared: "I didn't do it just now because someone once told me that it was enough to suddenly kill a person when he was proud. "The Heavenly Puppet Gate came and this cultivator witnessed Zhang Zhao's sudden attack and beheaded Xi Jiujue, who was about to escape. In this case, everyone thought that he was going to say a few words, but who knew that this cultivator stood quietly outside the circle, stretched out his finger and pointed at Xi Jiujue, who was no longer moving, and signaled that Zhang Zhao was just here to take the corpse and not challenge.

Zhang Zhao carefully sensed with his soul sense, and was sure that there was no longer any life and soul power fluctuations on Xi Jiujue's body, so he took a step back and nodded. There was no conversation between the two, and the cultivator of the Heavenly Puppet Gate carried Xi Jiujue's body back to the black-clothed people.

Today's several competitions are thrilling. The Huangfu family's organ armor let the cultivators see the progress of the machine technique, and Gao Xingyuan, who had the upper hand, was sucked up by the ghost cultivator of the Imperial Corpse Sect, and Zhang Zhao, who was undoubtedly defeated in the eyes of the people, recited the scriptures, first beat the strange corpse into a pile of mud, and then ruthlessly shattered Xi Jiujue's hope for survival.

Whether it is a cultivator of the upper three realms, or a heavenly puppet sect monster ghoul cultivator with ten fingers containing corpse poison, it is rare to see in his life, but at this moment, in the hearts of everyone, they are not as good as the Lingxiao disciple who is silently silent with a knife and stick.

Looking at the calm and cold Zhang Zhao, Xiao Zihong couldn't dare that everything just now was really done by this kid who spoke honestly and only made broth in his impression. If it weren't for Gao Xingyuan's body gradually getting cold in her hands, she would definitely think that she was in a dream.

Mo Junfeng and the others also didn't expect Zhang Zhao to be so unharmed, and easily kill Xi Jiujue and the strange corpse. Although Zhang Zhao had already shown some strength in the Battle of the Crystal Vein, in their hearts, Zhang Zhao's cultivation had not yet reached this state.

The cultivators began to turn away, looking back at Zhang Zhao standing in a pool of blood from time to time, and the cultivators who had a little insight already understood that this Lingxiao boy who was willing to kneel down for his fellow disciples to make amends was definitely not an idle person.

(End of chapter)