Chapter 125 Lingshan
Chapter 125 Lingshan
Maybe we can try to pull them back into the Ranshan illusion, and maybe we can remove the restrictions that trap them.
However...it is also possible that they have been targeted, and I have escaped because of my special physique. If I put them into the illusion again, I wonder if the people or magical powers that trapped them will notice it -
Li Wuxiang took another look at Wu Hao who was also stiffly standing against the wall, gritted his teeth, and jumped over the wall into the backyard of the neighboring house.
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"Okay, I agree. Brother Zeng, tell me first--"
Li Wuxiang's voice faded away, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot. Zeng Jianqiu was stunned for a moment, and immediately turned around to look around, then raised his hand to touch the place where Li Wuxiang had just stood, but he didn't touch anything.
Pan Muyun and Helian Ji were both surprised: "...Him?!"
Zeng Jianqiu immediately turned his head to look up at the sky - it was already daybreak, and a fiery red morning glow appeared on the horizon. Looking at it again, the morning glow was still there, but the color was no longer orange-red, but bright red, and then it moved quickly towards the direction of the coffin city. In two or three breaths, the sky above the coffin city had turned blood red. But the red light seemed to be just a layer on the top of the sky, and there was nothing unusual about the light shining on the four people.
Zeng Jianqiu took a deep breath: "It's not him, it's us... He succeeded?!"
He immediately ran to the wall and jumped onto the top. Pan Muyun and Helian Ji followed him. When the three of them stood on the wall, they found that the surroundings were as quiet as a dead city. When they looked next door, the chickens in the backyard and the vegetable patches by the wall were all gone. Only the houses, walls, and ground were left, which were brand new and clean, as if they were newly built.
Here, they could see outside the city - originally there should have been dense forests and the main road they had come from, but now, there were only mountains hidden in the thick red fog. Those mountains were also dark red, as if they were blood mountains!
Helian Ji took a breath and said, "We are..."
Zeng Jianqiu pulled out the dagger from his waist and cut his palm - a small cut was made, but no blood flowed out. With a little effort, the wound disappeared immediately.
"In Lingshan." He jumped off the wall and stood on the street, looking around. "How could it be so fast?"
Pan Muyun also frowned: "How many years has the Coffin City been built? More than 150 years? We have already reached the Holy Mountain? How many people have they sent to the Coffin Mountain... Is the True Form Cult planning to come again?"
Helian Ji was stunned: "You mean——"
Pan Muyun nodded: "On the worst-case scenario, the True Form Sect is going to expand again. No wonder it has been so difficult to invite True Spirits around Deyang in recent years!"
In just a few words, the ground became wet.
The bloody smell and stench began to permeate the air, and the cracks in the stone slabs on the street were soaked with blood. Starting from the corners of the walls, blood began to spread to the walls and houses, and the howling sound of the wind began to echo in the ears. Then the blood completely overflowed the road surface. In the sticky liquid, something was wriggling and struggling under the ground, as if trying to break free. Outside the coffin city, whirlpools appeared one after another in the thick black blood mist, and palm prints and claw marks kept appearing and disappearing in the void, as if more invisible things were scratching and trying to rush into the coffin city... It seemed that something was attracting them.
Zeng Jianqiu suddenly turned around and looked in the direction of the Mountain Lord's Mansion.
The entire Coffin City was built on the slope below the Coffin Mountain. Although the Mountain Lord's Mansion was only a three-story tower, the terrain was higher. They were all at the edge of the Coffin City, so at this time, they could see the roof of the tower in the distance.
A vortex slowly appeared in the blood-red sky above the roof, stirring up the red clouds into lines. But what came through the lines was not the light of heaven, but a deeper darkness. The space around the fortress began to become distorted under the black light, like a road surface that had been exposed to the scorching sun in summer.
A figure suddenly appeared at the top of the fortress, like a stone thrown into calm water. On the blood-covered street, countless black wooden coffins suddenly emerged from the ground with the appearance of this person. After a moment of stillness, the coffins wrapped in iron chains made a violent roar, and pairs of pale hands with twisted nails poked out from the gaps in the coffin lids that were shaken open, scratching outside.
From this distance, the figure on top of the fortress looked very small. But when Zeng Jianqiu and the other two looked intently, the figure became extremely clear, as if it was right in front of them.
He stood with his hands behind his back, his expression cold, his robe fluttering in the blood mist, making a loud noise. After meeting Zeng Jianqiu's gaze, he was silent for a moment, then stretched out his right hand and pressed down slightly, and the wooden coffins densely dotted the streets immediately calmed down.
"Rebellious son." He spoke, his voice ringing in the ears of the three people, "Thirty-three years ago, you betrayed your religion and left Coffin City. Now you are back. Do you still want to leave?"
Zeng Jianqiu took a deep breath and spoke loudly: "Master Wu Shan! I am already a disciple of the Sword Sect, so of course I have to go out!"
"Disciple of the Sword Sect." Wu Meng sneered, "Look at what you look like now! You could have ascended to the Wonderful Realm and lived as long as the heaven and earth! But now your youth and life span have been exhausted, and you look old. You are really a disciple of the Sword Sect!"
He pointed outside the city again and said, "You want to go out? Good! Outside is the Holy Mountain. Countless resentful ghosts are waiting to devour your soul. If you go out now, you will be doomed to be annihilated. Do you want to stay in this city? Have you seen all these coffin spirits? You and your companions will be annihilated as well!"
"You still have a chance now - you have wasted your own cultivation, but you should still remember the abilities of the Five Mountains True Form Sect. Now in this city, as long as you have the thought in your mind, I will lend you my magical powers. Kill these two Taiyi remnants and find the third one. I still have a way to return your cultivation to you and let you return to the path of Taoism!"
Zeng Jianqiu laughed loudly twice: "Since I have become a swordsman, how can I be afraid of death? As for whether I will return to the Tao, Master Wu, I have been your son for more than ten years. Don't I know what you want? You don't want me as a person, but someone who will disobey you! It's a pity that you can't get what you want today! You can do it!"
Wu Mengchen, who was on the top of the tower, was silent for a moment and shook his head: "Why, do you think you have spread the news here, so you plan to die bravely?"
He raised his hand and a blood shadow fell from the sky into his palm. It was the same shape as the hen with the feathers inserted in it that they had released before. "In this coffin city, if I don't allow it, nothing can get out. Rebellious son, you are right. What I want is a place where no one disobeys me - or that opportunity. I will lend you my magical power. If you kill the two Taiyi remnants, I will let you leave the coffin city again and spread the news you want to spread. At this time, what do you choose?"
(End of this chapter)