Chapter 145: Funeral Song

Chapter 145: Funeral Song

Chapter 145: Funeral Song

"It's funny."

The Tomb Prince had a very good attitude. Even though everything in Tianji Valley was not what he wanted, his voice was still gentle and his tone was neither anxious nor impatient:
"The technique I am practicing is called [Song of Burial Time], which is one of the 'Seven Secrets, Three Treasures and Six Mysterious Sects' of my sect. It is far beyond the reach of ordinary martial arts.

“Once you succeed in cultivation, you will gain great supernatural powers and great fortune.

“Young man, you cannot kill me… I can die ten thousand times, and I can also crawl out of the grave ten thousand times.

“And you only have one chance.

"One day, you will reveal all your cards and have nothing to hold back. Then you will die at my hands and there will be no turning back."

Chu Qing felt a little disappointed after listening to this. He thought that this Tomb Prince was overconfident and could unleash some of the effects of the [Burial Song] on himself.

In the end, you only said a name?
Chu Qing had a strange expression:

“Die a thousand times and crawl out of the grave a thousand times?

"It seems that what you have learned is not martial arts, but immortal arts?"

"Hahaha."

The Tomb Prince suddenly laughed:
"Martial arts can reach the level of gods. In the eyes of ordinary people, how is our martial arts different from those of immortals and Buddhas?

"Master Wen, what do you think?"

Wen Fusheng shook his head slightly:
"We are all mortals after all. There is no immortal in this world, let alone immortals!"

"Your contempt for yourself is the reason why you have made no progress in recent years... If you dare not become a Buddha or a patriarch, you will never be able to ascend to a high position.

"If you don't believe you can do it, then you definitely can't do it."

The Tomb Prince took a step forward, with aura spreading all over his body. In a trance, it seemed as if a curtain was being pulled, with towering mountains behind it.

The king is towering over the earth, blocking out the sky and the sun.

As soon as this energy came out, everyone in the Tianji Valley felt it.

The invisible sadness spread to all directions from then on, and the grief flowed naturally.

Suddenly, someone fell to his knees on the ground and burst into tears.

The crying seemed to be contagious. One after another, the martial arts masters gave up the fight against the Tianxie Cult and knelt on the ground crying bitterly, as if their family members had lost their lives. Their sorrow was beyond words.

Chu Qing was slightly shocked when he saw the change.

The Mingyu Sutra flowed naturally through his meridians, and the cool internal energy made his heart peaceful and not troubled by anything.

On the other hand, Wen Fusheng's expression gradually became ferocious, and the Yan Tianxing Yu Gong flowed through his meridians, causing his hair to fly, and a faint red color could be seen in his eyes.

Then I heard the Tomb Prince say softly:
“When he raised his hands and feet, all living things fell.

"I am not an immortal, so what if I am an immortal?"

Among the crowd, Bian Cheng, who had been protecting Mo Duxing and Wenrou, had a solemn expression:

"There's something strange going on. Raise your luck. Be careful..."

Halfway through the conversation, I realized that both Wenrou and Mo Duxing were in good spirits.

Not affected by the atmosphere at all.

I was stunned for a moment. After all this time, I am the only clown?
However, the next moment, a picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes...

Flames, screams, blood, corpses, and an entire city surrounded by despair emerged.

A huge feeling of sadness, resentment and anger filled my heart.

He reached out his hand and wiped his cheek, only to find that he was already in tears.

"But you shouldn't cry... you should hate it!!"

Bian Cheng murmured, and the next moment he realized that he had been affected.

The Tomb King's martial arts are so weird and strange that they can evoke the sad past in people's hearts and make them experience the separation of life and death again.

Bian Cheng didn't dare to think too much, and didn't care what time it was. He immediately sat cross-legged, trying to activate the Difficult Heavenly Book to resist.

But just before closing his eyes, he noticed Hua Jinnian, who was not far away, had red eyes. In addition to sadness, the hatred in his eyes was even more obvious than his own.

Is there a secret in his heart...?

Mo Duxing watched as they all sat down one by one, then he sighed, holding the sword in his arms, and took a step forward:
"At the critical moment, it still depends on me."

But before he could walk out, he was gently pulled back:

"Don't mess around, big brother... I will protect you."

Mo Duxing looked around and nodded slightly:

"Alright."

Wenrou was relieved when she saw that he agreed.

She was born with a dull temperament, but because of her cultivation in the Difficult Heavenly Book, although her facial expressions were seldom expressed, her inner activities were no less intense.

It’s not that there is no impact today, but it’s far less profound than that of others.

But this is not enough. How can we solve the problem and save them?

As for why she saved them, Wenrou actually didn't understand it very well.

It was just that she saw the teachings of Wen Fusheng and Cui Bunu, as well as Chu Qing drawing his sword to save people in Shendao City.

She just followed suit and did what was done.

Just as he was frowning and thinking deep in thought, he suddenly heard the sound of chanting.

The voice seemed to contain a special kind of warmth, which penetrated into people's hearts and soothed the sadness in their hearts.

Wenrou looked towards the direction where the voice came from, and saw a young man in white clothes, holding a flower in one hand and clasping his hands together with the other.

The sound of chanting scriptures came from his mouth.

His internal energy was rolling all over his body, burning and fragrant, as if there was a huge sun in the sky, illuminating the whole world.

The sound soothes the pain in your heart.

Gentle know this person...

He rescued Xu Mao's sister Xu Qiaohui and Xia Wanshuang, who once had some connection with Chu Qing.

Born... Qianyang Mountain, Guangzhao Temple, a disciple of Master Tianyou?

Could this be Buddhist martial arts?

But when it comes to Buddhist martial arts, shouldn’t monks be more proficient in it?
Wenrou thought of this and went to look for the figure who was not a monk.

After searching around, I found that the person who was there just now was not the monk, but he had disappeared.

At this moment, the voice of the border town came to my ears:
"He can't hold on any longer..."

Gentlely looked back at him:

"How are you?"

"Almost..."

Bian Cheng gritted his teeth and stood up suddenly:
"I'll go lend him a hand!!"

After he finished speaking, he flew behind Zuo Wenchuan.

At this time, the sun above Zuo Wenchuan's head was shaking, the sound of his chanting was trembling slightly, and his forehead and cheeks were covered with sweat.

Although this method is good, it requires too much internal strength.

Now we can only devote our whole life to it, do our best and leave the rest to fate. The worst that can happen is to sacrifice our life for the country.

Seeing that the thief in the body was gone, Bian Cheng's hand, which had been prepared for attack, had already pressed down behind Zuo Wenchuan.

The meridians that had been gradually drying up were moistened by the rain, and the crumbling sun rose again. Zuo Wenchuan's spirits were lifted, and his chanting became louder and louder.

"I'll help you too!!"

Hua Jinnian got up from the ground and wiped the tears from his face fiercely. He quickly came behind Zuo Wenchuan and also attacked with a palm.

With the help of these two people, Zuo Wenchuan was finally able to temporarily escape the danger of exhausting his internal energy.

One by one, the figures kneeling on the ground in pain climbed up again.

The Tomb Prince sighed softly:
"How dare you, a mere ant, go against my will?"

As soon as these words were spoken, three people in the crowd suddenly looked up.

One was Shao Ziheng, the master of Huayang Sword, one was Zhuo Ku, the master of Thousand Buddha Palm, and the last one was Chang Wei, the master of Lone Peak. Blood suddenly flowed from the foreheads of the three people.

On the cheeks, there were hideous bloodstains.

The expressions on their faces were not confusion, but horror and anger:
"You actually lied to me..." Before he could finish his words, his clarity of mind disappeared and his eyes became cloudy.

Shao Ziheng and Zhuo Ku jumped up, and Shao Ziheng raised his sword and killed them. In an instant, the sky was full of sword marks.

Zhuo Ku’s palm was so powerful that a huge palm print came down from mid-air with a bang.

These two are both well-known figures in Nanling. Their martial arts skills are superior to those of Zuo Wenchuan and the other three. Now their attacks are even more powerful and ruthless, without showing any mercy.

A gentle gleam in his eyes, and he pointed out the key points.

But at this moment, a figure came from the sky, his hair flying and his gorgeous robe rustling in the wind.

He broke Shao Ziheng's "Huayang Sword" with one finger, and then pushed with one palm, hitting He Zhuo Ku.

He launched this attack in anger. Without even saying hello, Zhuo Ku came forward to snatch the Tianji Order.

This incident already made Wen Fusheng furious, and he wanted to secretly kill this unknown person.

It was just that the timing was not right, so he held back and did not take action.

But I didn’t expect that this kid would dare to jump out?
Isn't this just revenge for a grudge and complaint for a grudge?
When this palm fell, Zhuo Ku's whole body shook and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

However, he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain, and his palm power increased instead of decreasing, as he wanted to finish off Wen Fusheng in mid-air.

How could Wen Fusheng be afraid of him?

The old man's hair was flying, his clothes were rolling, and he rushed out with great force.

Zhuo Ku let out a "pu" sound and spat out another mouthful of blood... But even though he was about to die, he did not retreat.

At this moment, Chang Wei rushed forward.

This man practiced hard Qigong, and wherever he passed, the ground made a loud rumbling sound, like a ferocious beast from ancient times, rushing towards Zuo Wenchuan fiercely.

Wen Fusheng already had profound internal strength, and although the Tomb Prince's martial arts were strange, they did not have much impact on him.

With Zuo Wenchuan's help, he had already suppressed the sadness in his heart.

Now seeing Chang Wei suddenly taking action, he could not care about anything else and wanted to give up Zhuo Ku and deal with Chang Wei first.

But at this moment, he wanted to leave, but Zhuo Ku didn't want him to leave.

He actually gambled with his entire body's internal strength to restrain Wen Fusheng... He was already at a disadvantage in the internal strength competition.

This action is like opening the door to invite thieves, which is a strategy for quick death.

He simply wanted to exchange his own life for the lives of Zuo Wenchuan and the other two.

Wen Fusheng's face darkened. Chu Qing was now confronting the Tomb Prince. Although they had never fought, if Chu Qing dared to make any rash moves, he would surely be met with a fatal blow.

He was restrained by Zhuo Ku... Who could stop Chang Wei's powerful Qigong?
Not a monk?

This old guy came here in a strange way, where has he gone now?

Just as he was getting anxious, he saw a figure coming from the sky and blocking Chang Wei in an instant.

"Sun Xiaoxiang!?"

Wen Fusheng was slightly stunned, but the next moment, his expression changed drastically.

Sun Xiaoxiang pushed with both hands, and five figures appeared behind her.

This martial art is unique, it is the unique skill of the Ghost Emperor Modo [Five Ghosts Stealing the Sky]!
I saw the five black shadows behind me, and at the same time as Sun Xiaoxiang hit out with her palms, they also stretched out their hands.

The dark internal energy gathered from all directions in an instant and finally gathered on Sun Xiaoxiang's palms.

bump! ! ! !

A deafening roar was heard, as if at this moment it was not just two people colliding, but two mountains.

After this loud noise, Chang Wei suddenly flew backwards.

Fierce gusts of wind swept in all directions. Sun Xiaoxiang flicked her sleeves, and all the strong winds were gathered in front of her, without impacting Zuo Wenchuan and the other two behind her at all.

At the same time, Zhuo Ku finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The meridians could not bear the power of Yan Tianxing's internal energy, and the skin cracked, but what flowed out was not blood, but internal energy.

Puff puff! ! !
The internal force splashed out, followed by blood.

The next moment, Zhuo Ku flew out in a spin like a rag bag, with holes all over his body.

Wen Fusheng flew down and looked at Sun Xiaoxiang beside him:
"You... have entered the Ghost Emperor's sect?"

"But I'm not that lucky."

Sun Xiaoxiang smiled faintly:
"It's just a pawn."

The vanguards of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors would naturally not come to Luochen Villa just for the mere Heavenly Secret Order.

Did she come here because of the Tianxie Cult?

Wen Fusheng wanted to ask more, but Chang Wei had already climbed up.

His eyes were completely red, and a tumor had appeared between his eyebrows at some point in time.

My eyes have long been cloudy...

This look was seen by many martial arts masters present.

After all, this evening, another such person died in front of Luochen Villa.

"The King of Hell's order!"

Chu Qing stared at the Tomb Prince:
“Ling Beichen said that the person who gave him the King of Hell Order… is nearby.

“It’s you indeed.

"I just didn't expect that this skill could be hidden without being revealed. They themselves didn't even know they were hit by this skill?"

"The King of Hell has summoned them, and it depends on whether they accept the order.

“If Ling Beichen is unwilling, then he can only be a madman.

“If they are willing, the situation will be different.

"So, Third Young Master, this is not the first time you and this king have fought each other."

The Tomb Prince sighed:
"I don't want to get into a fight with you, but today doesn't seem to be a good day for casual conversation...

"I am good at boxing and kicking, so let me learn from you."

“This body…”

Chu Qing held his sword, you said fists and feet are fists and feet? Do you really think you are a prince? Whatever you say is what it is?

The next moment, thunder and gust of wind arose from the ground, and the Tomb Prince stretched out and clenched his hands. It seemed that all the air in the ten directions was taken up by his fists.

Immediately afterwards, the Tomb Prince’s fists struck out like a dragon emerging from the sea.

What was visible to the naked eye was the whirlwind, with the fist force wrapped in the gale, just like two ferocious dragons rushing towards Chu Qing.

A divine light flashed in Chu Qing's eyes, and he raised his sword, using the thin sword to penetrate the thick gap, with the sharp edge rising from the weak spot. His body moved with the sword, breaking the endless fist wind.

Then the next moment, a gray fist came crashing down.

Chu Qing shook the sword alone, and the punch landed fiercely on the blade.

hum! ! !
Click! !
The sound of the knife was accompanied by a crackling sound. The knife Chu Qing used was not a good one to begin with. The Tomb Prince's fist was too hard and his internal strength was too strong. This punch actually created a crack in Chu Qing's knife.

If Chu Qing hadn't used his internal strength to protect them, ten such swords would have been broken by this punch.

The next moment, the heavy blades were dragged, with the Seven Turns assisting the Seven Absolutes and the Seven Absolutes absorbing the Seven Injuries, and the knife rushed like thunder, suddenly slashing towards the neck of the Tomb Prince.

Click! ! !

The blade entered the throat, but this time it was not the head that was cut off.

But a knife!

The already damaged blade was completely shattered at this moment.

Chu Qing's figure was like smoke, and he suddenly retreated several feet away.

The Tomb Prince did not chase after him, but just gently flicked the blade fragments left on his neck:
"Now that you have no sword in your hand, what shall you do?"

"You want a knife... isn't that easy?"

Chu Qing shook his head slightly and threw the broken knife in his hand away:

"But I've changed my mind. Your boxing skills are so powerful, and combined with your indestructible self-defense methods, I would like to have a try."

The eyes under the Tomb Prince's mask actually sparkled with excitement:

"Okay, my king, I'll wait and see."

(End of this chapter)