Chapter 13: Successful and Bloody
Chapter 13: Successful and Bloody
"Paperman borrows the magic, get up!"
Following his clear shout, the paper figure standing on the altar and walking crookedly was seen now assuming the same posture as him.
The crooked body, which seemed to be about to fall down, was now bowing towards the moonlight from afar.
next moment.
Song Feng only saw himself biting his index finger, then he threw it in the direction of the paper man from a distance:
"brush!"
The blood spot happened to land on the paper man's forehead. For a moment, an inexplicable energy suddenly connected to his body.
Even though his five internal organs were failing and his magic power was gone, he still had an inexplicable charm that guided the yin energy from the underground to flow through his body.
"Om..."
One after another, cinnabar runes were lit up by the Yin energy, and faint red lights appeared one after another.
After his entire body was covered with the bright light of cinnabar, he turned around and abruptly saluted from a distance to the many Shangqing seniors in the Patriarch Hall:
"Please lend me some magic, seniors!"
After he finished speaking, he made a gesture of summoning gods with both hands and bowed heavily in the direction of the ancestral hall.
at the same time.
All he saw was the little paper figure on the altar, who was also moving in sync with him, bowing to the Shangqing Altar from afar.
At a certain moment, a strange aura suddenly flowed from the altar that enshrined many statues of gods:
"Gulu gulu gulu..."
There was a sound like hot water boiling.
Then, the three incense sticks that Song Feng had just inserted into the incense burner were seen floating around the many statues like clear water.
I don't know how the incense did it, but when the smoke filled the many statues like clear water, the three incense sticks were not completely burned out.
"call……"
The aroma of incense above the altar was floating without wind, and faintly a thin line of smoke was emerging from the aroma of incense, rising straight up.
Seeing this scene, Song Feng, who was bowing from afar, had a very calm expression, as if he had already expected it.
The next moment, something magical happened.
All I saw was that when the green smoke was curling up, there seemed to be a little mist hanging above the bright moon hanging in the sky.
But in the blink of an eye, the smoke that was hovering above the silver plate seemed to have found a vent and actually curled down along with the smoke.
Seeing the cool silver mist falling, Song Feng closed his mouth and then inhaled through his nose:
"hiss……"
Just as he inhaled, the cool silver mist that came down along with the smoke floated towards him.
It turned into a silver-white mist, lingering between his mouth and nose.
"Crack! Click!"
The sound of frost condensing suddenly appeared.
Looking at Song Feng again, I could see that his face had turned pale from the cold, and the mist from his breath was like the chill of winter.
It fell on the ground, causing frosty patches of frost to form in the small puddles that had not yet evaporated.
At this time, Song Feng endured the cold and pointed at the paper figure from a distance:
"Paperman borrows the magic, come!"
As he pointed with his sword, he saw the paper man who had been moving in sync with him on the altar also pointed at him.
"Whoo~"
Suddenly, a breeze blew from behind the little paper man, and blew him up in the air towards Song Feng.
But in the blink of an eye, the little paper man had already landed in front of Song Feng, flying up and down continuously as he inhaled and exhaled silver frost.
"Corpse Qi, come out!"
As he pointed his sword at the stomach of the little paper man, a green light suddenly appeared on the stomach of the plain-colored little paper man. The little paper man seemed to have a stomachache caused by the green light, and kept pounding his stomach, trying to vomit:
"Ugh... vomit... vomit..."
As he continued to work hard, the ball of green light continued to rise from his stomach upwards, but in the blink of an eye he spat it out:
"vomit!!"
The moment that ball of green light was spit out again, it seemed as if it was about to dissipate.
However, when the corpse qi that was about to dissipate came into contact with the cold moonlight, it miraculously merged into it.
Even the moonlight changed color.
The key step has been completed, and Song Feng took a deep breath towards the moonlight that had turned pale blue:
"hiss……"
This breath was so deep that in the blink of an eye he completely swallowed all the moonlight into his stomach.
Gum!Gum!Gum!
Swallow three breaths in a row.
Song Feng only felt that after he swallowed the moonlight mixed with corpse qi, it was as if he had swallowed a piece of ice.
A chill ran down my body.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
An inexplicable chill emanated from the inside out, freezing his entire body blue as if he were a dead person. Even his eyes became dull.
At this critical moment.
He only saw that the spring of Yin Qi where the three Yin Qis intersected seemed to be stimulated by something, and instantly erupted with a powerful Yin Qi:
"boom!!"
Visible Yin energy suddenly burst out from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to the Lingtai along the Yongquan acupoint.
Moonlight, corpse qi and yin qi converge.
Faintly, the many runes painted on his body began to become brighter and brighter.
By the end, his entire body was illuminated with a red glow:
"brush!"
Just like everything has its limits.
When the red lights reached their peak, the light began to slowly converge, and in the end, it was completely integrated into his body.
One would not have guessed that he had previously painted his entire body with all kinds of strange runes.
at the same time.
All he saw was a long black spike with a gloomy aura, which seemed to be oppressed by some force and retreated half an inch from between the bones around him.
"rub!"
As the soul-transferring nail moved, it seemed to hit his membrane and pierce his flesh.
But the magic is.
Although the flesh and blood between his bones were pierced with many tiny holes as small as hair, no blood flowed out.
It was as if the punctured substance was already shriveled and dead flesh!
"Click...click...click..."
Song Feng, who had temporarily mastered the Three Zombies Borrowing Life Technique by taking advantage of the right time, place and people, suddenly straightened his body and stretched his muscles.
Although there were still constant clattering sounds from bones colliding between his movements, his whole body had a sense of rigid agility.
If this is the true description, it's like being under the control of a skilled puppeteer, constantly moving his hands and feet to pull the strings!
Song Feng stood up completely for the first time since he was injured. He looked at the slightly stiff flesh and blood, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Just a breath of corpse qi has already made the first soul-shifting nail move. This method is indeed a powerful weapon to deal with the soul-shifting nails."
"My dear disciple, just wait. When I recover, it will be your turn to kill me and behead me!"
"I have taught disciples for so many years, but you are the first one who can surprise me so much..."
(End of this chapter)